The jeep pulled up to the back door of the beach house, the single building set well apart from its neighbours. White wooden siding was relatively well protected from the elements, and a wide veranda encircled the whole thing. The beach behind it was a sandy brown, and the wind coming off of it was warm. Two women hopped out of the jeep and took all this in.

"So this is your uncle's place," the passenger commented, her brown bushy hair waving in the wind. She raised one hand to keep it in place. "It's... something."

"It's not the best," the driver said, her long flowing blonde hair tied off behind her because she knew what to expect. "But it's mine for the summer, and everything in it."

"And what did I do again to agree to come with you?"

"Ashley. I watched you get plowed like a farmer plows his fields," the driver walked beside her friend as they headed for the front door. "You are an NBM fetishist, and if I hadn't invited you here, you would have asked to go with the Club to their island resort."

"Fuck yeah!" Ashley cheered that idea, then embraced her friend. "But you are my friend, Cecila, and thus, you only had to ask."

Cecila blushed at the intimacy, but that didn't stop her from unlocking the front door. "First things first, check to make sure no one broke in and all that."

"Roger!" Ashely replied and the two of them quickly walked all the rooms to make sure everything was still secure. It was, thankfully. "Running water is set," she reported.

"And power is good," Cecila noted. "Fridge and freezer are chilled, but empty. We'll have to go shopping after we unpack."

"Sounds good. You decided which room you wanted?"

There were three bedrooms that faced out the back of the house, towards the beach, a large living/dining area, a kitchen, a bathroom, and storage upstairs. "I'll take the one on the far right."

"Then I claim the far left."

The two of them grabbed their bags from the jeep, and claimed their respective rooms before returning to the vehicle for the drive back into town. "I saw a grocery on the way in," Ashley noted aloud as she buckled up. "Should be open still."

"And I want to check in with my uncle's friend," Cecila added as she started the jeep and made to turn around. "He said that he would hook us up with jobs for the summer."

"I can live with that," Ashley enjoyed the weather as they hit the road. "When we get back, let's crack open the storage space and see what we got to work with."

"Damn girl!" Cecila laughed. "You sure are in a rush!"

Ashely gave her a 'seriously' look. "We're at a beach house for the summer. I'm wearing daisy dukes and a bikini-top that coloured like a watermelon just to get the point across. You're in a crop top so short that if you breathe hard, your tits are gonna fall out and a short skirt. We both know what we want."

"OK, you got me there," Cecila agreed. "We'll see what we got to work with first though."

"Agreed."

*  *  *

They pulled up to a bar called "Mike's Margarita" and stepped out. The place was open, but as it was still early in the day, not many people were in. The lunch crowd had yet to arrive, so Cecila walked right up to the bar. "Hey, is Jake in?" she asked.

"Not Mike?" Ashley asked quietly.

"Sure, and you are?" the man behind the bar asked.

"I'm Cecila and this is Ashley. My uncle sent me to touch base."

"I'll let him know," the man went down to the end of the bar and pulled a phone out of his pocket, dialing a number.

"It's a ruse," Cecila replied. "People asking for Mike are probably fakes."

Ashley made a noise of understanding. The barkeep hung up and came back over. "He knows you're here, and said he would meet you at your uncle's place this evening. Until then, treat you like family."

"Good family, or bad family?" Ashley asked, earning a chuckle from the barkeep.

"No, as in not dumb tourists or collage kids out to spend daddy's money," the man explained. "What brings you here then?"

"We're entertainment," Cecila explained, "putting on a show and the like."

"What kinda show?" he asked, eyeing their lack of dress.

Ashley crossed her arms under her chest. "Magic shows," she said.

"Hah!" the bartender laughed. "This, I'll want to see."

"And you will," Cecila replied. "C'mon, let's go shopping and head back."

"If you're stocking up, don't go for Wilson's," the barkeep warned them. "Guy jacks his prices every summer. Head south for about half an hour until you get to the gas and grocery before the I turnoff. They keep their prices reasonable."

"Thanks!" Cecila and Ashley said at the same time.

A couple hours later, the two of them returned to the beach house with the back seat filled with groceries and other things better bought locally than driven in. They unloaded and put things away properly before it was time to head upstairs into the storage space.

The two of them stood under the hatch in the ceiling of the living area, Ceclia holding the stick to reach the button that would open it up. "Open it! Open it!" Ashley was hopping up and down, eagerly excited to see what was coming.

Ceclia rolled her eyes and pressed the button. A square four feet to the side opened up and lowered on four extended poles. It touched the floor and the two stepped on, Celia reaching up with her stick to hit the button again. They were lifted upwards into the black square in the ceiling, but as they rose up, the lights went on in the storage space.

"Ooooohh!" The two of them took in the space that was much larger on the inside than outside, with lights hung from strings from the slanted ceiling. "Did we shrink?" Cecila asked as she looked around.

"Don't care!" Ashely skipped off the elevator, looking around. "Wow, he's got like, four different thin sawings here!"

"Yeah, my Uncle said he wanted a prop for every occasion," Ceclia stepped off as well and looked around. She whistled. "I never though he had this much."

"And they're sorted by type," Ashley added as she walked about, squaring and surveying as she moved. "Like all the head choppers are over there, all the Interludes are there, yadda yadda yadda."

"Or," Cecila held up a clipboard, "you could read the manifest that includes where everything is."

"That's no fun!" Ashley objected. "Where's your sense of discovery? Of adventure!"

Cecila looked up from her reading. "Isn't that what you're here for? I do the planning, the plotting and the rehearsals, while you just wing it?"

"Sorry, wasn't paying attention," Ashely replied. "Hey! Mismade!"

*  *  *

After supper, the two of them were busy doing some more cleaning and arranging when they heard a truck pull up in front of the beach house. "Must be Jake," Cecila noted aloud, pulling aside a curtain to check outside. "Must be."

"Cool!" Ashley smiled widely. "Can't wait to meet him."

The truck turned off, and two figures stepped out, heading for the door. Cecila waited for them to get onto the veranda before opening the door. "Hello!"

"Hey there," the older of the two men said as he doffed his pristine white hat. "I'm Jake, this is Frank. You've met?" The other man at the door was the bartender from earlier. Frank, now named, leaned forward and offered a hand to shake.

"Come in," Cecila offered, sweeping inside with her arm, barely missing Ashley in the process. They were prepared for a guest, but an additional one wasn't outside their ability to host. Water was served, store-bought cookies on a plate. There was casual chatter, the usual social things that came from moving into the area and all that.

But then they got down to business. "Yer Uncle may have said you had some skill," Jake said. "But I have yet to see it for myself. I've had to deal with too many people whose ego or their family made them think they were better than they were."

"Makes sense," Cecila agreed. "Ten minutes?"

"Sure," Jake agreed. "C'mon Frank, let's wait out back while the girls get things set up."

Ashley showed them out while Cecila opened up the storage space. The two quickly found themselves arguing over what to do. "Something simple," Cecila argued. "So we can show off our performance skills."

"A trick with aplomb, so that we can impress them with our technical skills!" Ashley objected.

They both realized that they were running out of time, so they resolved it fairly. Rock-Paper-Scissors. Cecila won. "Grab that Mismade you spotted earlier."

"On it," Ashley replied and ran, coming back with the box on roller with the necessary accessories. It was four-segmented in nature, and Cecila already knew how she would show it. It was loaded onto the elevator and lowered into the main room. "Dumb idea, let's do this outside."

"Good!" Cecila agreed. "C'mon!" The two of them pushed the box toward the back and out onto the veranda with the evening air quickly cooling off. "Hello!" Cecila put on her best show face, and Ashley did her part, moving from a hurried pace to a sultry stroll in the space of a single step.

Frank and Jake had found seating in a pair of cheap plastic chairs that came with the house. Cecila stopped the Mismade box with a bit of pressure from her foot, which Ashley quickly and professionally took the cue for. "Thank you for waiting," she said with a smile, "For we have a simple little effect for you this evening, as requested. Something to show off our skills."

As she spoke, Ashely opened the four doors to the Mismade, showing off the empty space on the inside. "We decided," she said without mentioning the like of logic or lack there-of that went into that decision, "to do this as it's more interesting visual effect for the space and time we have," she lied through her teeth.

"Of course, I have my assistant, Ashley," she gestured to the woman in question, who spun around, allowing her skirt to flare up dangerously. "She's quite the eager beaver," she added as Ashley spun herself into position in front of the box.

"I am!" Ashely agreed. She stepped backwards into the box, painted blue and fairly thin, smiling all the while.

On the outside, Cecila picked up the dividing blades and using them, closed the four doors to the box to prove that they were solid enough. From the bottom up, she latched them in place, until all four doors were closed. "I trust that you have enough view to see that Ashely hasn't escaped out the back," she said as she re-opened the top door to reveal Ashley's face.

The two men watched silently, but not in judging, rather in the silence of not wanting to interrupt or disrupt the proceedings.

"Now!" Cecila bent to one knee and held the first dividing blade between the bottom and second boxes, "to prove this is not a trick!" she slipped the blade through, the edge emerging from the other side with ease. She then kicked open the latch, and opened the door with her foot to reveal Ashley's feet and lower legs in the box. "But I'm not done!" she said as she re-closed the lower box and slid another blade through the half-way mark of the box, then she closed the door to the top box and slid a blade through the last gap there. "There are many ways to rearrange a woman inside a box like this," she said as she leaned up against the side of it, "but I'm a fan of just doing it. It saves on time stacking and unstacking, you know?" She tapped the boxes in order from top to bottom and then stepped back.

She waited a moment to build suspense, then opened the top box.

In it was Ashely's shapely hips, waist and upper legs, the blue-jean Daisy Dukes with the top button undone. She gave a little wiggle, as much as she could with her top and bottom portions stuck to the top and bottom of the box.

The second box was her head, smiling and blushing at the same time.

Third, her legs and feet, bare from top to bottom.

In the last box, at the bottom, was her chest, the green stripped bikini and her arms crossed under it. She was breathing gently, in and out.

The two men applauded as Cecila left the box open like this. "Well, you've got the skills," Jake said. "But you do know that we run a titty place right? You OK with that? And that we'll host events on the beach, where you will perform."

Ashley's response was simple. She undid her bikini to expose herself. "Cecila is a prude," she said, earning a reproachful slap on the box from her. "But she'll come around."

"I'm alright with that," Jake rose and offered a hand to Cecila, who shook it. "Come by the place tomorrow and we'll write up a contract." He got to one knee and offered a hand to Ashley, who also shook. "It'll be good to work with you ladies this summer."

"Thanks!" Cecila replied. "I'll see you tomorrow afternoon then. Jake. Frank."

"Bye guys!" Ashely waved from her unassembled state. "See you later!"

The two men were escorted back to their truck by Cecila, who waited for them to leave before letting out a giant "WOO-HOO!"

Then, from the back of the house; "Put me back already!"