Fraud
This story is loosely based on 2 things, the fave “I’m Perfect(ly in half)” and the “Trophy Wife.”
PG-13 rating
As Carlie stepped in, wondering why this person would bother emailing her and inviting her here, she looked around. Nearly everywhere she could spot lay a circuitboard, some microchips or some other odd and end. It seemed strange that this guy would want her to help him.
He beckoned her in, seemingly with a welcoming and disarming smile, offering her a seat. As she took it, he sat across from her, looking her square in the eye. “I guess you’re wondering why I wanted you here, Carlie.”
She agreed. “Yeah, you could say that.”
He smiled a little strangely. “Well, I had this idea and I think you could be the one to help. But I have to warn you, it might be considered illegal.”
She looked around the room again. He followed her gaze. “Set dressing, nothing more.”
He went on to explain what he had in mind. His name was Stan, somewhat of a computer buff, in awe of a lot of the modern takes on AI. Carlie listened, not really knowing what Stan wanted. “Uh, I’m not a computer girl.”
Stan laughed. “I know, but here’s the deal. I’ve convinced several wealthy investors to come and check out my latest AI project, a totally lifelike, totally interactive robot bust.”
As Carlie looked around again, she couldn’t find it. “And how do I come in?”
At that, Stan asked her to lay down on the ground. She did so, hesitating a moment. “I had to look for just the right girl, just the right build and everything. You’re it.”
Carlie was about to ask what he meant when he brought out s handsaw. “Wait!”
Stan explained. “I did learn how to do this. It’s not bad.”
He laid it against Carlie’s waist as she gasped for air. Did he really mean this? Carlie had been a HUGe magic fan for as long as she could remember, but never thought it was real. “I won’t do it without your permission.”
What if something went wrong? What if there wasn’t any magic? Those thoughts flooded Carlie’s mind as she lay there. But what would it really feel like to be in halves if it worked?
Carlie nodded and Stan drew the saw across her body. The motion felt okay, no pain. As he did it again, she felt the saw bite into her waist. It wasn’t too bad. She tried to steady her breathing as he checked to see if she was still okay.
Carlie closed her eyes, willing herself to lay still. Stan kept up the sawing and Carlie knew the blade was in her. She could feel it progressing through her and, as it did so, she felt something else.
It felt wonderful. As he reached halfway through her body, she smiled as she started to verbalize how she felt. The moaning grew louder and louder as the fantastic feeling intensified, and she knew what might happen.
He stroked the saw across her spine, and she moaned loudly, knowing what would happen when he cut through. Intensity, great pleasure, building up. As he finished sawing through her spine, she orgasmed. Her body jerked in the throes as he finished cutting through her, the waves crashing all over her halved body.
As it finalized, she knew she was in two. She could feel it as he pulled her apart, laying her top half on her lap. Knowing what it might feel like, she caressed her butt, thoroughly enjoying the sensation. “But now back to work.”
She perked up. “They’ll be here in about an hour, so we need to set you up.”
As he lifted her top half up, onto the planchette, he instructed her what she should do. Basically just be entertaining and let them do whatever they wanted to her. He placed her bottom half on a chair in the next room as she crossed her legs.
The presentation was flawless. Carlie played her part well, letting the gentlemen fondle her, ask her questions, touch her and marvel at how wonderfully realistic this “AI Model” was. As Stan collected their donations, Carlie smiled. Yes, she still felt wonderful, but…
At the end of the night, Stan sat in front of her top half. “Well, now that’s over with, let’s discuss terms.”
Carlie smiled a rueful smile. “50% of what you made tonight.”
Stan balked at that. “I was thinking 20%”
Carlie knew she had the bargaining power. She knew full well the crime and she reminded him of it, saying that she might tell if she wasn’t incentivized enough. “40”
Stan knew he had to give in. “40 then.”
Carlie cheered a little inside at her victory. It was MILLIONS still. As that was finished, Stan brought her bottom half back in. “Ready to get put back together?”
Carlie smiled again, liking this game. “Not just yet.”