Club Greeters

based, loosely, on the fave “Propping Herself UP” and the other video in my posts.

 Carlie followed Jess into this new club, The Magic Hat, just because she wanted to check it out.  They wore their typical party attire, but Jess knew how much Carlie loved magic.  It was one of her three weaknesses that Jess took advantage of sometimes.

 As soon as they walked in, Carlie stopped.  There, as if nothing unusual was happening, was half a woman, acting as the greeter.  No, that can’t be.

 As soon as she welcomed them, directing them to the coatracks, Carlie took another look.  There was no hidden compartment that she could see under the woman’s visible upper half, just the fact that it was resting on what seemed to be a serving platter. “Hold on Jess.  I have to.”

 Before she completed the thought, she watched a moment before there was a lull.  At that, she walked to her side. “Excuse me. I know you probably get asked this a lot, but…”

 The woman smiled at her knowingly, then did what Carlie didn’t expect.  She placed her elbows next to her sides and pushed down, lifting her top half off the serving tray.  Carlie saw it, saw that there was no way her legs were attached, just a nice, clean, cut area. “Yeah, I’m really in half.”

 Carlie stood there, processing what she’d just seen. “How?”

 The woman laughed, but had to greet some more newcomers a moment later. “Give me a minute and I’ll tell you.”

My name is Candace, and I’ve been a dancer and a contortionist over my career.  There aren’t too many gigs for that in this city, so I kept my ears to the ground.  When I heard that they were looking for certain kinds of people for this place, I put in an application.

I had no idea what was going on, but, as I came in here for the interview, I was led to a small room in back.  There, one of the managers looked me over.  He had me turn around, then asked for my credentials.

He seemed impressed that I was already into performing certain feats before he asked if I’d ever been a magician’s assistant.

I admitted that I had, but he was an illusionist.  With my body, I can squeeze into the tiny spots, but then he corrected me.  He asked if I’d ever been an assistant for a real magician.

I told him I hadn’t.  He asked if I had any fear when it came to my performances, and, when I said I didn’t, he directed me to a table and asked me to lay down on it.

I have to admit, I was a bit hesitant.  I just met this guy and I had no idea what he was going to do at all.  He pulled a saw out of somewhere, but, when I protested this, he simply asked me to trust him.

I had no choice, not if I wanted the job.  I nodded as he directed me to place my hands on my chest.  As soon as that happened, he placed the saw on my waist.

I know what you’re going to ask next, and I’ll tell you how it feels.

I’d had a few pleasurable experiences before, you know.  I’d eaten chocolate, I’d lain in the sun getting a tan, I’d swam in peaceful waters, I’d made love and many more.  But all those wonderful feelings came back as he started to saw into me.  I worried if there’d be any blood, but there wasn’t.  I knew there wasn’t.

You know how you can actually feel the blood on your skin, actually feel it oozing out?  That didn’t happen, but I could still feel the saw in me as all those wonderful sensations kept coming back, intensifying with each stroke of the saw.

As soon as he reached my spine and started sawing through it, it reached a climax.  I’m not afraid to tell you I orgasmed as soon as he was through my backbone.

As I lay there, knowing I was really in two pieces, he helped my top half up.  I saw my legs, still moving and twitching as I wanted them to.  Although I knew I was in halves, I was still connected.

He helped me onto a platter a minute later and started carrying my top half around.  It was surreal, very weird in a pleasant way, and it felt AWESOME.

He explained what my duties would be while I was still in two.  He told me what both my parts would be doing.

Yes, my legs are somewhere in back, walking around, trying not to bump into anything.

As soon as we were finished, I asked if I had to be restored.  It feels so wonderful being in halves that I wanted to keep it that way.

That’s when he told me that...oh wait, my shift’s up.

Carliie’s mind raced as she listened to Candace’s story.  Getting paid to be in halves, and having a wonderful feeling sounded so great.  As the manager came up, guiding hips and a pair of legs wearing the other half of Candace’s outfit, she smiled. “This part always gets a thrill.”

A small crowd gathered around, watching as the manager picked up the tray with Candace’s upper half on it.  There was no holed under the table, no way she could be doing anything other than being in half.  He put an arm around her truncated waist, lifting her up before placing her top half on her bottom half.

With a bow, Candace accepted the applause, then took Carlie’s hands. “I want to show you something.”

She led her to the employee room where, much to Carlie’s surprise, there were headless bodies as well as a couple of other lockers next to the one Candace went up to. “Now here’s the fun part.  Simply placing my two halves together doesn’t automatically restore me.”

With that, Candace lifted her top half off her bottom half.  In a moment of jest, her bottom half turned and she smiled big as she rested her upper half on her butt. “Then how do you get back together?”

Candace reoriented her halves before answering. “I can do it whenever I want.  It’s not that big a deal.  I can only get halved when I come into work, but, sometimes, when I’m with my boyfriend, I’m still in halves.”

Carlie blushed a little at the idea of what she was insinuating. “Any more questions?”

Two weeks later, as Carlie was ready to start her first shift at her new job, greeter at The Magic Hat, the manager approached her with a saw.  She knew she was ready.