Despite all my hard work, and hardly working days, sometimes, problems and solutions just throw themselves at me. Not literally, mind you, as that would imply that of all the hot, available and willing women at this resort, this tropical paradise with a dark underside, that they would do that and not wait in line with tickets.

Which is to say I took things as they came, and didn't bother with the details unless my contract was involved. Then it was all the details all the time. You did not screw around with the paperwork at this place, my ability to give reality the sleight-of-hand and do more interesting things notwithstanding. So as I was doing help-work at one of the bars, a way for me to keep in practice and build good-will from other employees - not being seen as an arrogant recluse worked wonders - I found myself approached by my latest willing victims.

They strolled into the open tiki-styled bar from the resort side, and not the beach side. At first, I paid them no mind. Hot and gorgeous were standard around here, and not the exception. They came to the bar itself, and I went over to them for their orders. Or requests. You would not believe the number of people who came here, and thought maps were for other people, and therefore needed directions.

"Ladies," I said politely. "What can I do for you?"

"Hey," the first woman said. "Can you cut us in half?"

I refocused, moving mentally from bartender to Evil Magician. Two women. First was blonde. Tall. Taller than me. Long hair that went down her back. She wore a black swimsuit with an open back, the cut going high from her crotch to her waist, with the front crossing over her chest, leaving a nice gap to look into before wrapping around her neck to hold it all up. Beside her was a slightly shorter woman, black hair and large ear-rings that were hoops. Her swimsuit was very similar, except white, and higher in the back. Also the support bands over her chest were thinner, exposing more cleavage. In addition, the suits were a half-size to small, or had shrunk, as the material between their breasts stretched horizontally as well as between their legs. Conservative, in that they weren't au naturale as the French would have it, evocative in that with how tight the suits were, little imagination was required.

"And why would I want to do that?" I asked as I kept my hands busy. "It's not like I have a shortage of volunteers." Some of them might even volunteer! Like these two. I had to check things out, as sometimes people thought they could pull a fast one on me.

"Well," Blondie drawled, leaning forward as though she were trying to seduce me. Her partner in crime leaned on the bar with her side, a well-choreographed effort. I had to respect that. "We heard you sometimes took requests, for people who have been naughty. Or nice."

I mentally scoffed at that. I wasn't Santa. "So you two want me to take time out of my day to take you to one of my work spaces and do magic to you?"

"When you put it that way," Darkie said, "Yes."

"I do have a reputation to uphold," I informed them, giving them a chance to back out. "What makes you so sure I won't have fun with you?"

"We're feeling adventurous," Blondie said.

"And we're leaving soon," Darkie added. "So why not finish up with a bang?"

I sighed. They took that as them winning out with their charms, and whatever they had convinced themselves I would do to them before and after. Why did people keep underestimating my depravity? It wasn't like I had been hired for that, was I? "OK then," I said as I made mental plans," I scribbled an address for them. "I have to finish my shift," something that was purely optional as I was volunteering as an extra pair of hands and wasn't absolutely needed, but presentation was a thing, "don't change," I added indicating their too-tight swimsuits. Let them think I was going to do a double-sawing and switch their halves. Yeah, no, I had other plans.

They smiled, thinking things that I wasn't, and ordered a couple drinks, I served them, and they left. I wondered if they would get there before I did, but who knew? I explained what happened with the shift supervisor, who nodded in understanding. She had seen this sort of thing before. She asked me what I was going to do, and seeing no harm, I told her. She laughed and said she was going to look forward to it, maybe attend this evening's show herself.

I would have to do something nice for her. If only to confuse people. But that was for later.

I strolled to the designated space, and found the two of them waiting for me. I could tell that while they still wore the same swimsuits, that they had come off and been put back on between now and when I last saw them. Pun not intended. "Kept yourselves busy, I see," I commented as I slid between them to unlock the door.

"We weren't sure how long you would be," Blondie replied. "Had to pass the time somehow."

I did not roll my eyes at that. Trust me, I had heard a lot. I opened the door and hit the switch, inviting the two of them in to one of my prep areas. There were a lot of things here, some of which I used in public, some of which I used for special events, and some, well...

I closed the door and led them in, allowing them to see some of my things up close and personal. "So," Darkie asked as she ran a hand along the spikes of a spike cabinet, "how are you we going to do this?"

I suspected they thought I was going to have my way with them before, but that wasn't my plan. "I want you two to choose who goes first," I informed them as I came to a stop beside my chosen prop. It was a spread-eagle table, a board to hold the body and head, with four sides to securely strap the arms and legs. Above it was a large circular saw, pre-aimed at where a woman's waist would be.

Very classic.

"I will," Blondie informed me as I made my preparations. It seems like they had played rock paper scissors, and, well, if she had won or not, I didn't care. She took the initiative and sat on the center section of her future restraints, and with my guidance, Darkie and I locked her in place with leather straps. Blondie was quite compliant, even as she and Darkie were expecting me to make things more intimate any moment now.

Standing to one side now, Darkie herself certainly looked ready as Blondie looked up at the saw. I hit the button on the side and it began to spin up. "Oooh!" she had stars in her eyes as the blade dropped, slicing through her waist like a hot knife through butter. "Ahhh!" she yelled in pleasure as the sawblade slowed to a stop, and I pulled the bottom-half away from the blade. Her black suit had been cut, and without the pressure on it, has slid down a little to expose her belly button just below the cut. Said cut was not made of skin, which was sensitive to the touch as Darkie found out when she made to run a finger along it. I pulled Blondie's top half away from the saw, and here the same release in pressure had caused her suit to pull up to under her chest. "Oh, wow," she said as she raised her head to look down at her divided body. "What a rush!"

I smiled. "Not done yet," I informed them as I didn't leer at Darkie. That would be uncouth of me. No, I simply gestured behind her were a second spread-eagle restraint was waiting for her. She hopped on, and had already strapped herself in at the legs before I got over to her, having arranged Blondie to be able to watch what came next. I didn't unstrap her. That would be counter-productive.

I was able to finish securing Darkie, tying down her arms above her head, and I rolled her and her frame over to the still spinning blade. I was a professional. Don't leave power-tools like that active and un-supervised at home or at work. Someone could get hurt! Darkie looked to the side as I lined her up for another cut. She thought that while I had sawn Blondie to-down, I was going to do her side to side.

"Nah," I said after a moment of fake-thinking about it. I spun her table around so that her spread legs were on either side of the spinning saw, and it was aimed squarely at her crotch. "This is much better."

"Wait!" Darkie objected as I pushed her forward, letting her roll towards the waiting saw. "Stop!" She tried to trash or do anything to halt her progress, but physics was physics. "This isn't what I...!" Her voice turned to a scream as the saw bit into her sex, cutting it in half as she rolled into it. Her voice was loud, and I had no doubt that she had used that same throat to good effect in her stay here at the Resort. The saw was into her stomach now, and friction be damned, she was still rolling towards it. "Stop, stop," she pleaded, but it was far too late for that as Blondie could only stare in shock as I kept my word to her friend.

The saw reached her stomach, and Darkie raised her head to watch as her body was shorn in two. It came up to her chest, and her head rolled back as she tried to mouth a prayer, which I didn't answer. I wasn't a god. She saw split her throat and I reached out to carefully hold her head steady so that the saw cut was symmetrical down her head.

Her crown was split, and the saw stopped, spinning down.

"Oh my god," Blondie found her words as she stared at her friend. "Oh my god," she repeated.

I ignored her. Darkie's white swimsuit had been cut in half along with her, exposing her pussy at one end of the saw, while her breasts were pulled free of the blade while still holding onto the suit's fabric thanks to how hard she was. Her collar had fallen right off and was around her shoulders on both sides.

I stepped to the side and pulled Darkie's right side away from the saw, spinning it around so that Blondie could see that her bisection was as clean as her own. I did the same to her left, arranging both sides to face each other.

"I ... We ..." Blondie was having trouble finding the words again.

"There, as you requested, I have sawn both of you in half. Thank you for volunteering for my show tonight," I told both of them.

"Put us back!" Blondie yelled at me. "We didn't agree to this!"

"Ah, ah, ah!" I waved a finger at her. "You volunteered, you came and asked me. Well, I am an Evil Magician, but I do have contractual limits. For twenty-four hours, you and your bodies are mine to do with as I please and dispense or delegate with. You wanted me to saw you in half, and I agreed to that." My waving of the finger was a hypnotic suggestion to stop her from yelling at me. "Now, if you want to argue, I can work with that. If you just let me do my thing now? Well, I'm sure I can oblige you someway."

"Fuck you," she said, displeased with what I had done. Seriously, what did she expect?

"Probably not," I told her. "Now, to set things up."

*  *  *

At the entrance to the performance area that night, a special spectacle was waiting for the audience as they presented their tickets. On a table, a blonde woman in a black swimsuit had been cut in half. Her mouth was gagged, and her arms tied firmly behind her back, a look of anger in her eyes. She was upright, sitting as she was on her divided waist. In front of her, her legs were upside down, forming an arch to either side, her sex pointed upwards as her hips rested on the table. To her left and right, a raven-haired woman with a pleased flush to her face was cut in half as well, her white swimsuit not quite covering everything. She faced inwards, even as her arms and legs were tied to each other, mounted as she was on thin vertical boards.

There was a box in front of them, and a sign announced what this was all about. "Special Lottery," it read, "Insert tickets here. After the show, one lucky will will get, compliments of the Evil Magician, one of the presented assistants for personal use and access to the Magician's equipment. The other will not have a pleasant fate. Good luck!"

Everyone entered.