When the Boss' Daughter summons me, you better be damned sure I respond. Taking a car up to the Boss' house, I head in the side door then up to her office.

"Come in," she says after I knock on the door.

I do, and close it behind me, locking it in a single smooth motion. The room had more money in it that my whole damned building, but that was the point. The Boss only wanted the best for his little girl. "You called?" I asked as I approached her and her desk.

She stood up. No, she flowed up, every movement of her fluid and perfect. She wore a sheer black silk dress, one that split from her belt, over her ample breasts and around her neck, promising everything about her if they dared lift the parted skirt under her belt, or pulled the shoulders down. She stepped forward on her heels, twisting as she did so to remind me - not that I needed it - that the only other thing she wore was the ruby she wore as a necklace.

"I did," she said as she shrugged her shoulders, letting the silk fall, exposing her chest, her perfectly rounded breasts stood erect in my presence. "Father is done with his business for the day, so I wanted a little something for myself," she approached me sensually. It was the only way she moved.

She was within my reach, so I didn't say anything. I just put my arms around her, and kissed her. She replied passionately. I freed up one hand to fondle her tits, giving each the attention they deserved. She responded by dropping the rest of her dress to the floor, and pulling open my pants.

Well, if she wanted that first, who was I to argue?

I picked her up, laid her out on her table, waited just long enough for her to spread her legs before I began to fuck her raw.

After the first time I banged his daughter, the Boss explained that he wasn't angry or anything with me. He just told me to keep it physical. No emotional attachments. He didn't mind if I was balls deep in his screaming daughter as long as we didn't intend for this to go beyond being fuck toys for each other.

I didn't mind. Keeping things physical was something I could do.

She relaxed, her stress spent, and I finished off by blowing my load into her pussy.

"MmmHmmm," she moaned as she lay back on the table, sweating slightly and still wrapping her legs around my waist. "I needed that," she announced as she basked in the glow of our carnal ravaging. "So, have something fun for me?"

"I do indeed," I said. "But it's in my pants, and they're around my ankles," I pointed out.

"Hrm," she muttered. "Let you get your toy and have fun, or stay here, and let you play with me some more?" She teased at her glorious tits, and I helped along her decision by plucking at her nipples and pulling them up, drawing out her breasts into small peaks above the flat plains of her stomach. She spread her legs and I dipped down to pull something out of my pants before standing up again and she closed around me.

"What do you have?" she asked.

I held up a long, thin chain held between two small rings. "Emergency woodsaw," I explained as I unwrapped it. "You can buy them cheap at an outdoor store." I held it up for her to examine, and she plucked the chain with her finger. She could feel the small sharpness of the fine links. I reached under her and lifted up her waist. She arched her back as I ran the small chain under her, then she set herself back down.

"Sawing in half?" she asked. I nodded. "Ready," she confirmed.

I held the two end rings in my hands, and swayed it back and forth under her. She moaned in pleasure as it rubbed against her skin, and she closed her eyes as she licked her lips. I pulled a little tighter and felt the resistance change as it bit into her skin, flesh cleanly parting under the chain.

She moaned again, the pleasure in her body running up and down as I carefully kept the chain moving up and down her body, cutting into her fleshy waist, and not through her spine. Under my watchful gaze, her stomach parted from the sides, each pull of the saw in my hands a small rip in her skin and body.

With face flush, she rolled her hips, and massaged her breasts as I sawed her around her waist. It was distracting, but I kept at it, until at last, all the soft beauty was cut, and a thin line was through her and I could see the desk under and through her.

Except for the last bit, her spine. "Ready." I didn't ask. I didn't wait for a response. I wrapped her last connection between top and bottom tightly and then unlike my previous gentle strokes, I ripped into her with the same effort I put into our sex.

"YES!" She screamed as I ripped into the last of her back. She tensed up, then with a subtle 'snap', the saw finished its work, and it came tight in my hands. "YES!"

I stepped back, taking her legs and hips with me. Not far though, just enough to prove that I had sawn her in half. She recovered after a moment and looked down at where I was. The top of her hips was the same perfect skin as the rest of her, matched to the same skin on the bottom of her stomach. Her long arms explored the gap I had made in her.

"oooh," she moaned. "That feels so good."

I smirked. I kept things physical, that's for sure. In fact, I didn't even bother to ask or announce what I was doing before I slid back inside her womanhood and pleasured myself. She felt it, even though she was a few feet away. "You naughty man," she said as she obviously enjoyed it. "Taking advantage of me like that? Yes, please."

When I was done, I pulled her bottom half off me, and dangled it by the ankles in front of her. She reached out and dipped a finger into her pussy, pulling out our mixed juices and then sucking her finger clean. "I've been thinking," she said as she leveraged herself upright. "And I want to be in one of your shows?"

We had been talking about this. "Oh? What changed your mind."

She reached out and plucked the small chain from where I had left it. She examined it, then wrapped it around her neck like a second necklace. "Oh, you know," she said with a smile. "Just a little rebellious phase," she offered the ends of the saw to me, and I took them.

"I can work with that," I said, then I began to pull. Slowly.