The Party
by Anonymous
I'll never, ever forget the night of the party. You won't believe what I'm about to tell you. Hell, I hardly believe it myself, and I was right there, man. Well, I was more than right there. I was a part of it.
I'll back up a bit. This girl I was seeing, she was really hot. Not in a supermodel kinda way, you see, although she was pretty. It was a mysterious sort of hot, y'know? Long dark hair, a little curly. Huge brown eyes. Her skin a perfect permanent tan... Halle Barry in Queen, y'know... like that.
Anyway, we met at a Freshman Orientation thing. We were both starting college and getting to know our way around the campus. Turns out she's a local. Her Dad owns a magic shop downtown and she tells me all about the shows she's helped her dad in. I think this is cool. I've always loved watching magicians on TV when they saw women in half and the one with the four boxes the lady gets in.
"That's called 'The Mis-made Lady'" she tells me.
Feeling a little brave, I tell her what my variation on it would be, if I were a magician.
"I don't think you could show that on TV." she tells me, with a little smile. Right after I said it, I was scared I might've gotten a bit ahead of myself. I do that sometimes when I'm nervous, but I think this time it was okay. Either she's not too prudish about such things or she's patient with men's rushing hormones. Just as I decided I'd better not come off like too much of a jerk, she added "...well, maybe cable." Her eyes lit up a bit and her smile widened.
"What other variations would you do if you were a magician?" she asked. I'd always been a little ashamed of this 'dark side', and was really surprised to find myself pouring out all of my fantasies to her. After several minutes of this, she asked if all of my fantasies included slicing and dicing nude women.
"What if it was you under the blade?" she asked.
"...what...?"
"Haven't you ever wondered why you never see male assistants get chopped up, sawn in half and all of that?" I'd never thought about it. Truth to tell, considering my fantasies, I didn't want to picture a guy lying naked on a table about to be sawn in half. Not unless a bunch of women were about to do something to him afterwards.
"Picture a man led to a small set of stocks with a two inch hole about waist-height by a female magician." she said.
"...okay..." Playing along, I closed my eyes and started picturing the scene.
"Now..." she took my hands in hers and spoke softly. "...she opens the stocks..."
"Mmm-hmmm..."
"...she unzips his fly and takes hold of his...you know...between the tips of two of her fingers..."
"...yeah..."
"...she places it in the hole of the bottom stock, then lowers the top half into place."
"...okay..."
"...she produces a blade, sharp and shiny..."
Her pauses were getting longer. She was trying to turn me on, and it was really, really working. "...yeah..." I prompted. "Go on..." When she didn't continue, I opened my eyes. She was smiling the strangest smile I'd ever seen.
"There's a party tonight, if you want to go."
I was a little perturbed that she didn't finish the story, but that was soon forgiven when my addled brain realized that she'd just asked me out on a date. Then I realized that the only party going on was the one at one of the Frat houses. From what I'd heard during my brief time in this city, their parties were the raunchiest blow-outs you could ever attend. They made bachelor parties seem pale by comparison. At least, that's what I'd heard. I asked her if that's the one she was talking about, and it was. The smile was still there. My heart skipped a few beats, and I think the grin on my face was the goofiest I'd ever had.
Against my gut reaction, a little of the cockiness I had left over from high school bubbled to the surface. "Only if you promise to finish that story." I said, and I could've kicked myself as I said it, knowing that the proper response was "Oh, God, Yes, Thank you Lord, Yes!" But apparently what I'd said had done the trick as she said...
"...I promise."
I was to meet her at the party and she said she'd bring our costumes. Apparently they have some kind of costume contest. As I was walking up the steps to the party I noticed some of the other attendees arriving. The outfits were wonderfully outrageous. Some of the women wore what looked like various selections from Victoria's Secret. Some wore X-rated versions of Halloween outfits, such as a mummified woman wrapped head to toe except for her boobs and butt and a guy dressed up as an apple with a "worm" sticking out of it. As I was busy being taken aback by all of the sights, my date showed up. She had tapped me on the shoulder and I turned my head, seeing first her feet, which were in black high-heel boots. Covering her legs were this dazzling pair of black fish-net stockings, ending in a pair of leather French-cut panties that was just heaven to behold. Under an open black coat with tails she had a sequined bikini top that I tried not to stare at for too long. She was carrying a satchel over one shoulder from which she had produced my outfit for the evening.
"Go put this on." She said with a twinkle in her eye. We went inside and I went in search of a bathroom to change. We passed many more party-goers who were either partially or all-together letting it all hang out. She looked conservative in comparison. As I found a bathroom, I looked at her choice for my clothing for the first time. I too was to wear a coat with tails, but not much else except for a pair of sequined Speedos. I don't have a bad body, by any means. I work out enough that I have nothing to be ashamed of, but a flicker of nervousness was still working on my stomach as I donned the attire.
Emerging from the bathroom stall I saw myself in the mirror. I hope I was on a level to compete for my date's attentions as much as some of the other guys that were here, because I sure as hell knew that the guys would be checking her out. Leaving the bathroom my suspicions were confirmed as Apple-Man was chatting with her. She saw me approach, though, and took my hand and said farewell to Wormy. (I think I actually saw it go down a little.) As we walked to one of the many tables loaded down with food and drink, she explained in all confidence to me that we were going to win the costume contest.
"How?" I asked "Especially when we're up against all of these..." I almost wanted to say perverts, but here I was among them. Yeah, she looked sexy as hell and since coming out in my outfit, I've gotten a few stares too, but there was no way we were going to win against some of these all-revealing costumes. I never did finish my sentence, but she got the idea.
"We're going to get their attention."
"Speaking of which, you really had my attention earlier with that trick you were describing." She smiled at me, biting her bottom lip slightly. "Are you going to finish it?"
"Oh yes," she said. "Definitely."
After a couple hours of general partying it was time for the costume contest. We were to go up after "The Meeting of Cleopatra and Anthony" and before "From the Tree of Knowledge." Not certain which was the lesser of two evils, I positioned myself between my date and the guy in the apple suit. I was thankful he had his attention on someone else by now. Actually, it was a couple who came as Adam and Eve. They decided they might make a good act together. After seeing what our predecessors were doing on stage, I definitely knew we had our work cut out for us, and I had absolutely no idea what was supposed to be "attention getting" about us. After an impression of Bill and Monica, she again let me know that we had nothing to worry about as our turn came up and we went onto the make-shift stage.
"Ladies and gentlemen," she began, trying to be heard over shouts of "Take it off!" coming from both the guys and the girls. I assumed... hoped, actually... that the girls were shouting for me. "...If I can have your attention, please! I'd like to introduce myself as the First Lady of Magic, but that title's already been taken. But I assure you that I'm the first Lady of Magic you'll see perform what I have to show you tonight." With that, she undid her satchel and took out a lacquered piece of wood about ten inches by twenty inches. It was slightly curved and had two large holes ... wow... even before she strapped it on her chest I knew where it was going to go. She carefully pulled it on so that her breasts slid through the holes, then took two straps and snapped them together behind her back, under her coat. The audience was now speechless, just as I was. My imagination was running wild, wondering what was going to happen next. Just as my mind was rejecting the possibility as being completely impossible she bent down and took out a long, thin blade.
This can't be reality anymore. I'm not this lucky. My fantasies don't come true like this. She hands me the blade, then takes the business end of it and guides it towards the side of the panel she's wearing. I snap out of my amazement and realize I'm in the act. I notice she's got the edge of the blade just barely started in a slot. Her eyes look up from the slot and meet mine. "Ready?" she whispers with a smile that melts my heart.
If this is her attention-getter, it's working like a charm. You could hear a pin drop out there. The men were slack-jawed and the women were wide-eyed. "Push it in. Slowly." She whispers to me. I just realized I haven't taken a breath for what seems like hours. It feels like my head is pounding from too much adrenaline. I start to push the blade in. I feel a little resistance after a couple of inches, then feel it give way. I look up at her eyes and see that they're closed, her lips parted just slightly. The flexible blade is starting to follow the curve of the panel around the shape of her chest. Then it happened.
The left bikini cup slipped off her breast, cut by the blade.
The audience cheered.
I think I heard her give a shuddering exhale.
I think I also came in the Speedos.
I watched it drop to the floor, the light catching on the sequins all the way down. "Keep going." She whispered. I pushed the blade the rest of the way through and watched the other bikini cup fall to the floor to join its friend. It was hard to see from my vantage point, but I caught a glimpse of the edge of the blade protruding from the other side of the panel. The audience is cheering louder now, but it barely registers.
Seeming to come to, she opens her eyes and goes back to work. As she grabs a second blade from the satchel and starts to place it in a second groove, she tells the wildly cheering crowd "I haven't come up with a name for this yet..."
She starts to push the blade in.
"...But I think I'll call it..."
The blade slides home, like it's counterpart.
" ‘Let Me Get..."
She undoes a snap at the top of the panel.
"...A Couple Of Things..."
She undoes a snap at the bottom of the panel.
"...Off Of My Chest..."
With that, she takes the front of the panel off, and her breasts come with it. She holds it above her head for all to see. Where her breasts were is only one of the metal blades held in place by the back half of the panel. The crowd, still cheering, seem to start all over again. She strikes a few poses with her disconnected boobs, turning them 90 degrees, hanging them upside down, then nipples up. She takes them to the edge of the stage and lets the audience get a good eyeful. Some of the men reach out to touch them. A wave of jealousy hits me right then as she passes her tits around for everyone to feel, but she soon comes over to me and includes me once again in the act. She places the blade side of the panel against my chest, pretending her breasts are mine. I go along with it, caressing them and feigning, hell, not feigning at all, experiencing pure ecstasy. Then she takes them and rubs the nipples against my lips, then teases me over other areas of my body. She takes them and rubs my hair with them before coming around to the front and getting down on her knees. Despite the tightness of the briefs, my dick is sticking way the hell out. She takes her breasts and surrounds me with them, rubbing them back and forth, back and forth until I can't stand it anymore.
Standing up, she hands me the panel and goes off to the satchel. I'm standing transfixed, staring at her breasts. Anybody would think that they were fake or something. There's no way this could really be happening. Body parts aren't detachable. You can't just cut something off without there being blood, pain, or something...but dammit, this is my ultimate fantasy. I don't know what exactly it is about it, but it drives me up the wall just thinking about it and now here it is. Real. In the flesh...
"And now for my next trick." She said. I looked up from the breasts jiggling in my hand to see that she had set up a small set of stocks. The cheering had changed pitch, as if the women were now cheering and the men were silent. I looked at the stocks.
(...they were about waist high...)
She comes over to me.
(...with a hole in the middle...)
With a wicked grin she tugs down my Speedos.
(...a hole just big enough...)
"Now I'll finish that trick I was telling you about."
(...for me...)