The Flirt
So, this one has quite a twist at the end, this time not told from Carlie’s perspective. I think it may be based on another story but I’m not sure.
Kevin entered the bar, not sure what he was doing here. 2 years. 2 years together and, suddenly, his wife announced that she wanted him gone from her life. He didn’t think he did anything wrong, he loved her without question.
But now, all his stuff was at a cheap condo he rented. All he had was a job he loathed and a few trinkets that she sent him, mostly stuff of the two of them together. All reminding him that, somehow, he screwed up.
He still had no idea what he’d done. It must’ve been something serious, but he didn’t know. 2 years.
He sat at the bar, ordering a beer in the bottle. He’d continue this for as long as it took.
He’d lost track of time, but he was on his third bottle when he felt someone looking at him. He checked the surroundings until he noticed her, at one of the tables, giving him a look that his wife had often given him, a look of deep interest.
The bartender approached him with a different drink, a scotch from the looks of things. “I didn’t order this.”
The bartender gave him a look of something close to wanting to keep a secret in. “The young lady over there paid for it.”
He pointed to the woman he’d noticed earlier, smiling at him with demure eyes. While he muddled over this, he decided to just accept it and let whatever happens happen. He lifted the scotch to her, and she gave him a really pleased look, like it’s what she really wanted.
Maybe it’d get his wife out of his head, at least for the night. If it would work, then so be it.
While he was nursing the scotch, he turned in time to see her stand up. No, more like flow up. He didn’t even notice how petite she really was as she walked, one hip after another, over to him. “Hello. I noticed you were alone.”
The voice was soft, silky, and had a definite tone of wanting more. “Uh, yeah. Name’s Kevin.”
She held out a hand in a very feminine fashion for him to take. “I’m Carlie. It’s such a pleasure to meet you.”
He didn’t know if she wanted him to shake her hand or kiss it. Either way, he felt something different happening inside, something that felt so right but also so wrong. He shook her hand before she seemed to flow down and take the stool next to him.
For the next couple of hours, Carlie kept asking him questions and, somehow, with her, he felt so open that he told her everything. She kept reaching up, touching his arm, or leaning towards him. He knew he was probably going to be in trouble with his wife, but he didn’t care. She threw him out. Did that mean he had to shut everything off?
When the bartender announced last call, Carlie glanced at the clock on the wall. “Oh my goodness, it’s so late. I’m sorry. I didn’t realize how late it was.”
Kevin sighed. Although it felt good, he knew he had to get back to his place and got up before Carlie stopped him. “Why don’t we go to my place instead?”
Kevin stopped, not really believing what he was hearing. “Uh, sure.”
Carlie not only slipped an arm through his, inviting him with her, she leaned up against him, pressing her body to him. Kevin couldn’t believe it. He was no pickup artist, nor was he any kind of expert at this. He’d never just gone home with a beautiful woman like this, but it was clear that she wanted him to go with her.
As they got to her car, her leading him there, he had to stop, seeing it wasn’t a basic car like his but a luxury beast. She led him to the passenger door and opened it for him while she went around to the driver’s side.
Even inside the car, he felt way out of his place. This wasn’t the kind of car he’d ever rode in. He never even dreamed he could, but, when she got in the car, she touched his hand in that welcoming way she had. The computer came on as she hit the start and recognized his phone. Carlie simply turned to a radio station Kevin never heard of, one that seemed to play seductively romantic music.
As they pulled up to her house, he couldn’t help but think he really was way out of his place. Sure, with all the flirting she did, he knew what she wanted, obviously. It would be good, although he had one observation. “You know, I don’t really think you’d be a rebound.”
Carlie smiled a wicked smile. “Okay then, I’m helping you move on. That’s just what I need tonight.”
She led him into the house, opulent as expected. Everything screamed of money and Kevin realized he didn’t even know Carlie’s last name as he tried to remember all the ultra-wealthy folks in town.
Instead of the bedroom, though, she led him to what was obviously some kind of sitting room, complete with champagne on ice and two flutes. She got him settled before she made an announcement. “Go ahead and pour yourself a drink. I’ll be right back.”
So, this was really happening. Everything seemed dream-like, but it was actually happening. What was she going to come back wearing, he wondered? He poured the champagne, tasting it and getting, again, notes of a lot of money. He noticed the fireplace, seeing that the fire was still burning hot. Was she the pickup artist here? What was she trying to say?
A few minutes later, she came back. She wore a fairly skimpy black-lace bra and panties, complete with garter belts and everything. She seemed a little unsure until Kevin apparently approved. That’s when he noticed something else. She was holding a handsaw. “I want you to do something to me before we go on, something very important.”
Kevin put down his champagne glass, wondering what it was. “Okay.”
Carlie smiled as she flowed forward, emphasizing her femininity again, before she laid down on the table, her knees bent over the edge, and handed him the saw. “I want you to saw me in half.”
He stopped for a moment. “What?”
Carlie smiled big. “Please, it’s so something you need to do for me.”
He sighed before looking at the saw again. It wasn’t fake, it was a genuine handsaw. “At your waist then?”
She nodded, smiling really big. “Oh yes.”
He wasn’t sure what made him do it. He never was, but he placed the sharp end of the saw on her bared waist, hearing her gasp in pleasure, before taking the first stroke. Her breath picked up a little and he saw her eyes close softly.
He was out of his mind, that had to be it. He was definitely out of his mind, but he kept stroking before he felt a change in the resistance. He looked at the blade, stopping for a moment as he realized he was really cutting into her. “No, don’t stop. Keep going.”
Following Carlie’s command, he kept sawing, hearing her gasp in pleasure and her breath quickening. He really was using a saw to divide a woman he’d only met that night. Was there some kind of magic in him or in her? As he got to the halfway mark of her body, her breath quickened and she started to vocalize her pleasure. This made no sense at all. What was going on here?
As he continued to saw her, she started yelling. “YES! YES! YES!”
He noticed where he was sawing, feeling the resistance change again as he cut through her spine. She started to moan very loudly, begging him not to stop, begging him to keep going.
As he finished cutting through her body, she made the sound of a full-on orgasm.
He’d done it. He’d sawn her in half. She smiled up at him, very satisfied. “Now pull me apart.”
He didn’t hesitate. He wanted to make her feel good again. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d given his ex-wife an orgasm like the one he just gave this enchanting woman. He pulled on her arms, a gap appearing in her waist as she moaned in pleasure at the division. “Yes, that is so wonderful.”
Carlie grinned up at him with an eager smile. “Now use the saw on my neck.”
Kevin didn’t wonder about this. After all, he had sawn her in half, now she wanted to have her head removed. He used the saw again, seeing her breath quickening as he cut through her neck. A few moments later and she looked so very satisfied. “I know what you want to do. Go ahead.”
He wasn’t sure what made him do it, but he picked up her head, wanting only to kiss her lips. She sighed as he pressed his lips to her, wondering what the rest of her divided body was doing. When he broke the kiss, he saw her eyes and smile, both of them very satisfied. “Okay, give my head back.”
Her arms were raised, so he placed her head between her hands. As soon as that happened, she placed her head back on her neck, sighing in pleasure at getting it back where it belonged. She pressed her two halves together, smiling at the sensation she was obviously feeling. “Now I guess you have a few questions.”
She pulled him closer to her. “I just sawed you in half and beheaded you. How’s that possible?”
Carlie smiled an enigmatic smile as she started to stroke his face gently. “If you knew where my family came from, you’d realize the magic is always possible.”
She leaned in closer as soon as he asked the next question. “And it feels good?”
Carlie laughed. “Oh yes. Not quite the same as actual lovemaking, but it’s incredibly close.”
She started stroking his face with hers as the next question came up. “Who are you?”
The answer she gave chilled him, even though not for long. She said only one word. “Succubus.”
He felt two sharp fangs puncture his throat, then never felt anything again.