It was a beautiful winter evening, and the perfect weather for performing! Faye had come to the park to put on her show, but she wasn’t the only artist or performer there. A lot of artists had come out and setup their booths or tables with various items. Some had paintings, some had little baubles of jewelry they had made, some even played live music! It was getting close to the holidays, and they were out trying to make money, and give people access to original and fun gift ideas! For her, it was about doing what she loved and maybe making some connections.
This performance would be a little different, her suspension guy managed to build her an outdoor suspension rig. Her first outdoor suspension, and with it came different risks, from the make shift rig, to the possibility of infection, but she wasn’t worried. She had Fate and luck on her side, plus, she had full confidence in her guy, he never let her down.
As he got the rig set up, she focused on drawing a crowd. Her hair was gathered in pigtails, one dyed red, one dyed green. Cause Christmas! Her outfit was a pair of black pants that were not really pants, but a mixture of tights with designs and sheer in some places, with a leather hot pant upper half. Her flat and toned stomach was on display by a black halter top with straps that wrapped around her tiny waist. The snug fit was important for playing with fire, loose clothes tended to catch fire easy, which would not be good. Her feet were bare, which made movement easier. She had glitter around her eyes which would catch the light of the fire.
To draw the crowd, she had her box setup on a wooden platform, a couple feet off the ground. Opening the door, she slides on leg in and begins to contort her body into the small space. Once inside, she closed the door, wide smile on her face as she peered out at the small crowd that had begun to form. Oh yeah, people loved the tall girl fitting into the tiny box! As a few more people stopped, she opened the door and got out, time to keep their attention. Arms go above her head as she slowly brings her left leg up and her arms reach back to grab the foot. Leaning forward, she pulls and stretches the leg, it looked impressive, but used more for stretching. The leg is released and she bends forward until her hands are on the ground in front of her. Shifting her weight to her hands, she raises her feet off the floor, then one rests on her head while the other stretched along her thigh. A few other moves were done, each a little more impressive than the previous one. Seriously, was the human body supposed to be able to bend like that?!
When the final pose was done, she holds her arms out to the side, beaming with pride. She goes for her fire equipment, time to really impress them, the fire always drew them in. She picks up one of the sticks and proceeds to light the end on fire. Then, she spit into the fire making the flame explode like an angry dragon. She was in her element. The gathering crowd grew larger cheering, oohing and awing as she performed her stunts. Once she was satisfied the whole crowd was watching, she moved to eating the fire, always a crowd pleaser. Who doesn’t like seeing a pretty girl eat fire? In keeping with the fire theme, she pulled out the hula hoop, which was leaning against the box behind her and swung it around her hips for a few minutes. Turning as she did, the hoop going up around her neck, then up around her wrists, back down to her hips before she brought it to a stop, a small cheer going through the crowd. Holding a finger up, and a sly grin appearing on her face, she went about lighting the six prongs on the hoop, a collective murmur going through the crowd. But what was really fun, the flames were green and red. Music began playing as she slowly started senesually moving her body. .
She spun around and dropped to her knees as the hoop continued its hypnotic spin around her. This seductive dance went on for a few minutes before she stopped the hoop and bowed deeply to the crowd.
Up next, her sword came out of its holder, long and sharp on both edges, with a fancy hilt on the top. She steps up to the crowd, picking a young face from the gathering, “Would you feel this sword and tell everyone if it is real or not?” she asked with a smile. The girl gingerly reached out and touched the sword, “Careful of the edges, they are sharp.” Faye warned, and the girl touched the center, nodding her head, “It feels real and hard.” She said, turning to what could have been her mother with astonishment. Nodding her head to the girl, she resumes her position in the center of the wooden stage. “I assure you ladies and gentleman, it is a real sword, passed down to me by my father, who trained me. I am going to do something that should never be attempted by anyone.” She said carefully, as she extended the sword in the air, hilt up. Swallowing a few times, she opens her mouth and slowly and carefully slides the sword down her throat, past both gag reflexes. Most people only knew of the first gag reflex, but the human body had two. Once the hilt neared her mouth, she bent at the waist, hands out at both sides, turning slightly to show the audience. Hearing the roar of applause that erupted she straightened up, raising a hand to the hilt and slowly pulling the sword out, bowing to the crowd. She loved to perform, it got her blood pumping.
Now to shock them. Stepping off the wooden stage she moves to the rigging that had been setup beside the stage. Sitting in a chair facing the crowd, she smiles and winks. Behind her, her suspender holds up the hooks, making sure the crowd saw their size before leaning over to clean the areas on her shoulders. He then pierces the skin with the hooks, slowly working them in her skin until they were correctly positioned. When he was done, she takes a few breaths to get her blood moving before she stands, and turns. Arms spread to her sides, she lets the crowd she the hooks in her skin.
Walking below the rig, the hooks and chains are positioned and he looks at her to know when she was ready. Nodding her head, she takes a deep breath in and raises her eyes to the sky above her. Slowly she feels the familiar, though somewhat uncomfortable, pull on her back. Inch by inch she is raised above the ground until she was hanging about fifteen feet in the air. Slowly she began to swing, back and forth, really giving the crowd a show.
She remained suspended for about five minutes, before she was lowered back to the crowd, bowing. Show was over.
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