I was laid off and needed a new job. I applied for one and was asked to come in for an interview. It was a temp job that would probably only last about a month, but at least it was a job. I wore a black sleeveless dress with matching heels. When I arrived a woman named Stacy asked me to have a seat. She walked into another room while I waited.

    "What can you tell me about this girl?" A man in the other room asked Stacy.

    "Her name's Carlie. According to her driver's license, she's 20 years old, is 5'1" tall, and weighs 97 pounds." She replied.

    "Wow, she's small. Do you think she's telling the truth about her height and weight?" He asked.

    "I got a good look at her in the other room, and I think she's telling the truth." She replied.

    "Okay, go ahead and send her in." He said.

    Stacy walked back in the room and asked me to follow her. When we entered the office, a man in a black suit greeted me and said, "You must be Carlie. I'm John."

    "It's a pleasure to meet you, sir." I replied.

    "Please have a seat and we'll get started with your interview." He said.

    His office looked like any other normal office with a desk, and a couple of chairs. The only thing that was unusual was a long metal table off to the side.

    After asking me some questions, John said, "Well, it looks like you'll be a good fit for the job. Can you start immediately?"

    "Yes, I can, and thank you for the job." I replied.

    "Do you have any questions before we get started?" He asked.

    "Just a couple. I noticed that the job application said that you use magic, and that I may be required to stay in one place the entire time I work here. What does that mean?" I asked.

    "How about I give you a demonstation." He said as he walked toward the table. "Please lie down on this table."

    I did as he asked me and said to him, "I hope you're not going to saw me in half. I would hate for my dress to get ruined."

    "I have something else in mind." He replied.

    He pulled out a magic wand and waved it over me and a cloud of what looked like the type of magic dust that you would see on cartoons came out. Whatever it was had a paralyzing effect on me. I couldn't move.

    "What did you do to me? I can't move!" I said.

    "Sorry, but I need you to stay perfectly still for what I'm about to do, and this is the best way to ensure that happens." He said.

    "What are you going to do to me?" I asked.

    "You'll see." He replied.

    Stacy removed my shoes and pantyhose. She looked at my shoes and said, "Hmm, size 6. I thought about borrowing them since you're not going to be needing them for awhile, but they're too small for me."

    "What do you mean I won't be needing them for awhile?" I asked.

    At that moment, John came back with a saw.

    "And just what do you think you're going to do with that?" I asked.

    John didn't say anything. Instaed he began to cut off my right foot. I couldn't feel anything due to being paralyzed. He finished cutting it off, and then cut off my left foot. He picked up my severed feet and said, "Boy, these are small."

    "She wears a size 6 shoe." Stacy replied.

    "I can tell." John replied.

    He handed my feet to Stacy, who set them on a nearby work bench, while he moved to my head.

    "What are you going to do to me now?" I asked.

    John didn't say a word. He moved my hair out of the way, placed the saw on my neck, and cut my head off. He handed me severed head to Stacy, who placed it on the work bench with my feet.

    "Don't worry, you're going to be fine. In fact, I think you're going to like what's about to happen to you." She tried to reassure me.

    Stacy walked over to what was left of my body, and removed all of my clothes, and John waved the wand over my body, and flames engulfed my body and quickly dissipated. Nothing was left of my body but ashes.

    "Stacy, go put those ashes in a jar and make sure it's sealed properly, because if it's not, I'll give her your body when it's time to restore her." John said.

    Stacy carefully put my ashes in a jar, and put the jar and my clothes and shoes in a box. Meanwhile, John pointed his magic wand at my feet, restoring feeling and mobility to them. John put the wand down and walked toward the work bench.

    "Well, you've cut off my head and feet, and cremated my body, so now what are you going to do to me?" I asked.

    "You're going to become my new trophy." John replied.

    "Your new trophy?" I asked.

    "Yeah, I'm going to mount your head and feet on a plaque and hang you on the wall. Every time someone visits my office, or I host a party (which is quite often), I will charge them a fee to tickle you, and you will receive a percentage. I use Stacy quite a bit for this, but she needs a break every once in a while, so I hire a new girl every other month to take her place. People ask me all the time where I find such lifelike animatronics. They have no idea that I use a real girl's feet and head." He replied

    He picked up my right foot, and just barely touched my sole with the tip of his finger, which caused me to giggle. He picked up my other foot and did the same.

    "Wow, this might be the most ticklish pair of feet I've ever seen." John said.

    For several minutes, John really tickled my feet. I laughed uncontrollably as he tickled my feet.

    "You're feet may be small, but you have perfectly shaped toes and arches. You have nice soft, smooth soles too." He said.

    He set my feet down and said, "The boys are really going to like you, and a few of the ladies probably will too. You have the most ticklish feet I've seen. Are any other parts of your body ticklish?"

    "My belly, my sides, and my armpits are all ticklish." I replied.

    "I'll have to remember that. Which part is the most ticklish?" He asked.

    "My feet." I replied.

    John took my severed head and feet and mounted them on a plaque, and hung me on the wall. He affixed a sign to the bottom of the plaque that said, "Carlie: 20 years old. 'The most tickish woman in the world.'"

    "How long do I have to stay like this?" I asked.

    "For a month, but don't worry, I think you're going to like it." He replied, and then walked away.

    Stacy walked into the room to do my hair and makeup. She tickled my feet.

    "John was right about your feet." She said.

    "So, this is going to be my life for a month?" I asked.

    "Yep." She replied.

    "What if I get hungry, or thirsty, or have to go to the bathroom?" I asked.

    "You won't have to worry about that. John took care of that when he waved his magic wand over you. You won't get hungry or thirsty, and of course you won't have to worry about going to the bathroom since you don't have a body." She replied.

    "How am I gonna get my body back with it being cremated, and was cremating it really necessary?" I asked.

    "It's really the only way we have to store it, and yes, you will get it back. I can't even tell you how many times my body has been cremated." She replied.

    "Did you like being just a head and feet?" I asked.

    "I loved it, and I think you're going to love it too. I can tell by the way you reacted to being tickled that you have a tickle fetish." She replied.

    "You're right, I do have a tickle fetish." I replied.

    "Then you're going to love it!" She said as she cleaned my feet.

    "Well, I'll leave you for now. You have a big night tonight." She said.

    Four hours later....

    The party was in full swing. The third person of the night had just finished tickling me when he turned to John and said, "This might be the best animatronic head and feet you've used yet. Where do you find them?"

    I had to try really hard not to laugh when he said that. I didn't want to spoil things for John.

    "You know I can't reveal my secrets." John replied with a smile.

    A beautiful woman came up to tickle me next. She had long fingernails and used them to tickle every inch of my soles. I don't think I laughed harder than I did then.

One by one each of the 150+ guests paid their fee to tickle my feet. After the guests left, John came up to me, gave my feet one last tickle, and said, "You did great tonight, Carlie! You set a new record for the most money made in the first night."

    "Really? I did?" I replied.

    "You sure did. I can't wait to see how you do tomorrow night. Goodnight, Carlie." John said, and began to walk away.

    "Goodnight, John." I replied.

    Stacy walked in the room and said, "How are you feeling? Did you enjoy it?"

    "I surprisingly did." I said.

    "I thought you would. I remember the first time I did this. I thought that I would hate it, but I liked it. The days seemed to fly by, and I wished it could go on longer." She replied.

    Stacy gave me a foot rub, said good night, turned out the lights, and walked away.

    The next morning John walked in and asked, "Good morning, Carlie, did you have a good night's sleep?"

    "I did, believe it or not. I've never slept like this before, being just a head and feet hanging on the wall, but I feel great." I replied.

    "That's good to hear because you've got big night tonight. We're expecting more guests than we did last night." John said.

    Later in the day, Stacy walked in the room, and washed my face and feet, and did my hair and makeup. I felt like I was being pampered. I could get used to this.

That night there were more guests than last night and each of them tickled my feet. Some of them even paid extra to tickle me a second time. That's the way things went for the entire month, and I enjoyed every minute of it.

    The last weekend of the month, John threw a big all day event where people could come and go as they pleased. Hundreds of people showed up, and each of them tickled my feet.

The last night of the month, after everyone left, Stacy walked in, and said, "Now it's my turn."

    She spent the next two hours tickling my feet, and after that, she spent the next few minutes kissing them.

    "I'm gonna miss these cute little feet of yours. So, did you enjoy the last month?" She asked.

    "I did. You know, I was worried at first that I wouldn't like being just a head and feet hanging on the wall for an entire month, but I really liked it, and I'm sorry to see it come to an end tomorrow." I replied.

    "I felt the same way when I first did it, but now I look forward to the time when John cuts my head and feet off." She replied.

    Stacy said goodnight, shut the lights off, and walked away.

    The next morning, John walked in and said, "It's time to put you back together."

    John took the plaque off the wall, and removed my head and feet from the plaque. While he was doing that Stacy grabbed the jar from the box and dumped my ashes on the table. John waved his magic wand over the ashes, and a cloud of magic dust appeared. When it dissipated, my naked body was back, and there was no sign that it had been cremated. It didn't even smell like smoke. John picked up my head and reattached it to my body. Then he did the same with my feet. John helped me off the table.

    "So, how do you feel?" John asked.

    "I feel great! In fact, I'm going to miss this." I replied.

    "I'm glad you feel that way because I need a new server at my club if you're interested and don't mind losing some more body parts or being naked in front of people." John said.

    "I don't know. I'll have to think about it. I've never been naked in front of the people before." I replied.

    "Well, you take as much time as you need. Here's the address if decide to accept my offer." John said as he handed me a card.

    Stacy handed me my clothes, and I got dressed, said goodbye to John and Stacy, and left.

When I checked my bank account after I got home, I found that more than $22,000 dollars had been deposited. That's almost as much as I make in an entire year. For that kind of money, I might have to take John up on his offer.

    The end.