All For a Promotion

I will admit, this original idea just kind of came out of the blue.  What if, instead of situations like we’ve seen in recent popular culture, it was something a bit more playful?

Carlie sighed, standing at the door to the house.  Was she really going through with this?  What was Mr. Stone really wanting from her?

Sure, she started at one of his stores shortly before graduating high school and quickly rose through the ranks.  She loved working at the local chain, even when she became assistant manager.  She never had a problem she couldn’t solve, not even the customer complaints or employee squabbles.  And the pay was nice too.

Then Mr. Stone, the owner of the stores, came in, took one look at her and asked her if she wanted to be manager. “Sure,” said she.

Then he invited her to his home to “discuss” the details.

She’d heard about cases like this, seen a lot of them in the movies and read a lot of stories of wealthy company owners asking young women to their homes for a promotion.  She knew all the stories, but was she really here, now?

A beautiful woman answered the door, someone she knew she’d have been instantly jealous of. “Oh, you must be Carlie.  Come on in, Peter’s expecting you.”

Carlie took a step, not really getting why this other woman was here and how she knew about her. “And you are?”

“I’m Michelle Stone. I’m Peter’s wife.”

That seemed to really shock Carlie.  Sure, the house was big, but not opulent.  She’d have guessed Mr. Stone would’ve had housekeepers or whatever, because the whole place seemed immaculate, but she never guessed he was married.  Did she know what he’d probably want from her?

Of course, she did, yet she welcomed Carlie in anyway.  Michelle showed her to an office, then proceeded to walk in behind Carlie.  Mr. Stone sat behind a desk. “Ah, Carlie.  Welcome to my home.  Do you want to stay Michelle?”

Michelle just smiled at Carlie before she even realized that, maybe, Mr. Stone just wanted to have a nice chat with her about this promotion. “Carlie, as you know, my business is expanding all the time.  I need to get more young people into management positions, and you’ve handled yourself really well.”

Carlie just sat there, a little dumfounded. “Uh, thank you.”

Mr. Stone just kept going. “I’m opening a new store, soon, and I’d like you to be the first manager of it.”

That surprised Carlie. Sure, she expected something along the lines of the stories she’d read and movies she’d seen, but this was just an offer, nothing kinky about it. “Well, okay, if you’d like me to be.”

Mr. Stone stood, offering a hand to Carlie.  She took it, shaking it firmly. “Now would you like to have a little fun while you’re here?”

That did surprise Carlie. “Does this have anything to do with your offer?”

Mr. Stone looked at her a moment with a puzzled expression. “What?  No, you’ll be my new manager when the store opens.  We shook on that, and Michelle here was a witness.”

Carlie looked at Michelle who seemed a little excited. “Okay.  What kind of fun?”

Michelle took her by the shoulders, gently leading her as Mr. Stone walked out the other door to the office.  He led them a short distance away to the stairs leading down. “I’d like you to see something.”

As Carlie hesitantly followed him downstairs, a lot of ideas going through her head about what might be down there, she wasn’t expecting what she saw when Michelle flicked the lights on.

The walls of the basement were covered in posters of old magicians.  One had Keller levitating his assistant over the crowd while another had Harry Blackstone Sr and his famous buzzsaw illusion.  This intrigued Carlie who had a fascination with magic herself, but the floor of the basement was covered in all sorts of equipment that Carlie recognized from magic shows all over, but there seemed to be something off about them, something Carlie couldn’t quite put her finger on.

Mr. Stone stopped beside a buzzsaw illusion. “You do recognize this, don’t you?”

Carlie’s breath caught in her throat as she nodded.  Of course, she did, but she also knew the hidden secret of it.  Michelle laughed at Carlie’s showing of a little fear. “Oh, don’t worry hon, it won’t hurt a bit.  Peter knows exactly what he’s doing with all these things.”

Carlie hesitated only a moment longer at the invitation to lay on the table next to the buzzsaw.  As her wrist was grabbed, she looked up to see Michelle strapping it into a bracket. “What, what…?”

Michelle just laughed again and explained the thing. “It doesn’t work unless the vic…assistant is securely strapped in.”

Carlie sighed again, not sure if she liked this anymore.  Sure, she did have a bit of a bondage fetish, but usually with people she knew.

Michelle finished strapping Carlie down until she was certain she couldn’t move.  As Mr. Stone powered up the buzzsaw, Carlie relied on her knowledge of how the trick was actually done and pushed down on the table with her butt….

And the table didn’t give. Mr. Stone moved the buzzsaw forward and Carlie about screamed as she realized there was nowhere for her to safely store her body before…

She swore that, the moment she saw Mr. Stone push the saw into her, it came out and there wasn’t any pain.  She could swear that she felt the saw go through her body, she felt it inside her, but she didn’t feel any pain at all.  But she was okay.  She was still in one piece, seemingly unharmed.

As Michelle let Carlie out, she wasn’t sure if she could sit up for a moment before Michelle gasped. “Oh my. I think we ruined your shirt.”

Carlie felt down her shirt and, sure enough, at her waist, there was now a nice gap. “Can I sit up?”

Michelle offered Carlie a hand and, sure enough, Carlie sat up, still in one piece.  She turned to Mr. Stone. “You sawed me in half.”

Mr. Stone corrected her. “Technically, I sawed through you.  It’s all about the old-time magic, you see.  All the modern stuff, now, is about illusion and making pretend that magic is real, but, for those of us who know, it’s all real.”

Carlie was still processing that before she turned to Michelle who just nodded. “Yeah, I’ve been sawn in half, beheaded, all that many times.  It’s all real and, let me tell you, it feels great.”

That’s when Carlie’s mind caught up with what she noticed earlier.  The sawing-in-half box was too narrow, no room for the woman inside to curl up to avoid the saw.  She walked over to it before seeing something else, the guillotine. “Can you cut my head off next?”

Both of her hosts seemed a little too delighted by it a few minutes before Carlie was holding her head in front of her body, feeling the strangeness and the thrill of being decapitated.  A few minutes later, her head back on, she felt the sensation of a saw going through her waist again, only a lot slower, before she was pulled into halves, delighted at the pleasure that was flowing through her divided body.

When she left there a couple of hours later, back in one piece, she’d been in pieces, her feet beside her head, her hands beneath her feet, just enjoying the incredible sensation of being apart.  Michelle even offered to loan Carlie some of her body parts if she wanted, but Carlie turned her down that time…

That time.  She knew there’d be others and, if she was honest, she was hoping to borrow some of Michelle the next time she had a date.