Lost Luggage

Carlie felt herself come awake slowly, yawning as she did so.  Yes, it was dark, but that was to be expected.  After all, she’d discovered this workaround to get cheaper vacations recently and knew she could do it.

But she also knew it would be a bit of a chore.  Still, with the experience she’s had, it should be easy.  She felt around, knowing where it should be and found the zipper.  With one hand up, taking hold, she unzipped the garment bag and felt a rush of air on her torso.  Using just her feelings, she worked out about how far she’d have to fall as she let go.

A brief flash of pain followed, but it ebbed quickly as she used her arms to maneuver, just by feel, to where the bed was.  She had to stay concentrating, not sure, just yet, where she was before she managed to get up, on the bed, and felt nothing there. “Okay then.”

As her torso got off the bed, tumbling a little as she knew it would happen, she felt around a little longer before finding it, the duffel bag. “About time.”

She unzipped it, blinking in the sudden light.  As she rummaged around, she found her head, getting it back in place on her neck.

It had been a few years, now, that she knew she could divide her body in so many ways.  She used it as a party trick, as a way to impress dates and, of course, just feel these intensely good feelings she did whenever her body was in pieces.  She never really understood why it felt good.

But she found there were packages, online, where she could send her luggage ahead, to an already booked room, for any vacation she wanted.  Sure, it was a little fraudulent, canceling the airline ticket as soon as she was able to get there, but her luggage had already arrived with her pieces in it.

After all, who’d suspect that a passenger, in pieces and under a magic sleeping spell, was already in the luggage, everything set for her to get herself back together to enjoy herself in Paris.

She looked around, finding the small roller case where her lower legs were.  As she got them out, she wondered where the larger case was.

After all, it held her hips and thighs.  As she thought about the fact that the case was missing, she knew she couldn’t call the airline.  If she admitted that a piece of her luggage was lost, they’d probably realize she was already where she wanted to be.  Still, given how the airline industry was these days, she knew they probably wouldn’t put that together. “The hotel.”

She called the front desk, complaining that her luggage wasn’t together as the front desk, speaking with the French they knew, tried to assure her they’d find it.  In fact, they already had because another guest had called, wondering where the other bag she’d gotten came from.

As Carlie sighed with relief, wondering what to do, she felt something.  It had always been a mystery why, but, even in pieces, she could feel all her body parts.  And she’d felt a hand sliding down her jean shorts, touching her butt. “Hey!”

She knew she’d twitched and that the hand quickly retreated.  As she waited, wondering what would happen next, a few minutes, a knock came at her door. “It’s unlocked.”

A woman entered, looking around and seeing Carlie’s upper half and legs spread out along the floor. “Uh, hello.  I think this is yours.”

Carlie sighed, thanking her, as she laid her top half down, attaching her hips and then fixing her legs up. “I can’t thank you enough.  This makes everything better.  What’s your name by the way?”

Her name was Jessica, or, as she preferred, Jess.  As they talked, Carlie shared how she’d learned she could do magic on herself and even shared one secret she never told anyone, the secret as to why she loved using the saw to cut herself in half. “I always orgasm when I saw into my spine.”

Jess had to wonder if it hurt, and Carlie admitted that, sometimes, it did, but the pain didn’t stay.  She admitted that it actually felt very good.

And Jess had to wonder if Carlie could cut her in half.

After Carlie obliged, then got her back together, the two of them went out, celebrating and becoming fast friends, even though Carlie never let Jess live down the fact that she’d touched her butt.