"Hi Jordanna "

"Matt. Where is everyone ? " 

"Quinn's back at her day job Natasha is still entertaining those male strippers, and Lisa is over there.." 

Jordanna wandered over to a bench which had some paperwork, a few small tools and a couple of phone chargers on it. In among the rubbish was a small disc that caught her eye. She picked it up. It was about the size of an old 7 inch record, but a little thicker, about a quarter inch. On the top was an image of Lisa's unmistakable smiling face. She flipped it over and sure enough there was an impression of toes and a butt.  She waved the disc then tapped it on the desk. It was solid and felt like plastic.

"I guess this is her ? " 

"Yeah, just trying it out for size really. It makes for convenient storage and transport. It's kinda cute actually" 

"What's it like, can she feel or see or hear anything? " 

"No idea. I haven't asked her to be honest"

"Matt!" Jordanna laughed. "I think sometimes you forget she's a real girl".

"Wanna try it? I have been working on making an audience friendly version"

"Er . OK I guess. Shall I strip off ? " 

"I will go get the trick" 

By the time Jordanna had slipped out of her coat, dress and underwear Matt was back, pushing the trick. It looked simple enough.  A bench with a disc at each end and some sport of mechanism in the space underneath that looked like a motor. Jordanna stretched out on the cool metal surface and smiled as Matt extended out a curtain from the foot end of the prop. 

"Oh cool little holes for the face and toes!"

"Well I wasn't sure if we could use this on an audience volunteer, if so their family or friends can check its still them during the trick this way. If I use an assistant and produce a disc with their picture on its a bit lame otherwise.. I may add a hole for boobs if we use it in a late night show. Not sure yet, or I may just use it here for ease" 

"Yours or Lisa's? " 

Matt pressed a button in response and there was a whir, then the two discs started to move closer together.

"That feels odd.  By the way I thought you had an assignment for me ?"

Matt took a step back and watched as the tube containing the pretty assistant got slowly shorter. 

"Yup I do. A hotel uptown has a VIP guest with them who has a collection of some rare collectibles with him. He has asked the hotel for some custom made security, and his requirements led them to us". 

"Well that sounds mysterious and vague. This is getting odd. I can still feel everything but its like i am jammed together and some bits which shouldn't be near each other seem to be touching...OOH .. umm ... its very strange a bit sexy even like a mad all over massage ... ohhhh."

Matt smiled and tucked Jordanna's toes into the cover as they were now just inches from her chin.

"See you the other side" she grinned as he closed the cover over her face and the machine completed its work, the two metal plungers touching. 

Matt pressed another button and  the machine opened out just as slowly. Once it was about a third of the way back he reached in and lifted out another  seven inch disc. Jordanna's petite features smiled up from its dull plastic surface. He tapped the desk with the disc and turned it over in his hand, then his phone rang.

"Hi, yeah lunch sounds great. Now? ... Sure why not I am not in the middle of anything important"

Matt picked up both discs and slid them into the top drawer of his desk then went for his jacket and keys.


It was the next morning before Matt got back to the office. He opened the desk and took out the two discs. He looked them both thoughtfully then selected Jordanna and put her disc on the floor by the desk. After a puff of orange smoke cleared the slender brunette was back in one piece. She staggered and grabbed the desk for support.

"Well that was odd." 

"How did it feel? " Matt was half listening while looking at a diagram he had just printed off.

"Very strange, I am sure Lisa is more used to this stuff. I could sort of see and hear but it was like everything was removed, distant like a dream in a way. I could feel everything though. A constant tingle, quite erotic actually. And whenever there was contact or touch it felt wild. Maddeningly so actually...." Jordanna blushed.

"Interesting, bet Lisa is having fun then. Talking of fun...." 

"OK what do you need me for?" 

"That would be telling! Ready?"

Jordanna shrugged and nodded. Matt took her to the far end of the warehouse by the load bay door. 

"It's a bit cold this end" Jordanna mumbled as she regarded what appeared to be a heap of scrap wood by the door. 

Matt soon had a big sheet of the scruffy looking wood layed across four planks on the floor. Then he took Jordanna's hand and helped her lay back on the roof cut wood. He looped some rope aroun some convieniently placed eyelets to hold her wrists and ankles in place. She was just thnking that the prop quality had gone down hill a bit when Matt laid a narrow length of wood along the each side of the sheet she was laying on. Finally he carefully lay another sheet on top, forming the narrowest box Jordanna had ever seen . The top sheet had three holes in it which framed her face and perky boobs once it was in place. 

"This is the strangest box I ever saw you use" she asked 

"Its not a box, its a mould" Matt explained unhelpfully. He had nailed the top in place too and was now opening the roller door. 

"I don't understand" 

"You'll see"

To her horror Jordanna realised that the door had opened to reveal a cement mixer waiting outside. 

"You must be kidding! "

"Never" 

Matt guided the machine into the doorway then poked a hole at the end of the box furthest from Jordanna's face. He used a metal rule to double check all the dimensions. Once all was lined up he began to pour.

"Man thats cold, and it really does feel like concrete!!  This is freaking me a bit " 

"Relax , it will be worth it..."

In no time Jordanna could feel she was engulfed in the cold heavy fluid. She could tell that movement would be futile even without the ropes. Matt moved the mixer back outside then dropped the door. Then without any further explanation wandered off to the far side of the warehouse leaving Jordanna staring helplessly at the ceiling. She could feel the cold substance harden around her . 

Finally Matt returned.  "You should be set now"

Using a pry bar it didnt take long for Matt to tear the top and sides from the makeshift box. He took a quick snap on his phone so Jordanna could see the effect. A puzzled face and a pair of perky boobs apparently mounted on a monolithic gray slab. Oddly Jordanna found she could hear, even though her ears were buried in the stone. Now Matt was rubbing something on the dull grey surface. Looking down as best she could it dawned on Jordanna that he seemed to be polishing the slab . Sure enough another of his helpful phone shots showed the surface to be transformed into a white grey swirl of polished marble. Her face and boobs looked even more incongruous, if that was possible.

When Matt next appeared into Jordanna’s field of view she gulped loudly. He was brandishing a monster drill . The bit was enormous, a couple of feet long all of two inches across. 

“What you doing with that ?”

Matt just smiled enigmatically and fired up the drill. He drilled a neat hole on the centre line of the slab, near the bottom, somewhere beyond Jordanna’s feet. Then a second just above her head near the top of the slab. Jordanna was almost relaxing when he lined up for a third hole . This one was just a little way south of her exposed breasts.

”Matt... Matt, that feels like you are gonna hit my.... noooo that’s right through... Oh my g....... mmmmpfk !”

”All done” Matt smiled innocently as he cleared up. “Now to get you to the hotel”.

Matt piled some stuff on the slab then opened the roller door once more. This time to Jordanna”s horror there was a truck outside, complete with crew. Before she could really take it all in she had been loaded onto the open truck with a fork lift. The next hour was a blend of horror and fantasy. Shrouded in some odds and ends of builders equipment she was driven across town on the open truck. Finally the truck was backed into a loading bay and she was off loaded onto another cart and threaded through what she guessed were the service tunnels of the clients hotel.

When she finally arrived in the penthouse, Jordanna had to admit that she was impressed. Staying there must cost a fortune. Looking around as best she could, she could see Matt over by a bar area. In the wall at the end of the bar was a concealed floor to ceiling shelf unit which pulled out a bit like a filing cabinet . A heavily armoured filing cabinet at that . The opening was tall and thin. Not unlike, she realised with a shiver the shape of her slab. And it was recessed a little into the wall when pushed in. A wall of marble slabs....

Sure enough Matt and the hotel crew manhandled the slab upright and used a wedge to line it up with the door for the hidden vault. Matt showed Jordanna the oversize bolts that went through the holes above her face and below her hidden feet to secure the heavy stone to the door. Shiny caps disguised them.

”Finishing touch ...” Matt smiled, holding up a screw threaded rod which looked a perfect fit for the remaining hole. The hole right through Jordanna. 

“Handle”.

Matt smiled as if he had explained everything. He pulled Jordanna out into the room as far as the unit she was now bolted to allowed. Then he threaded the short rod into the hole a foot beneath her breasts. She whimpered as each turn was going right through her. Her most sensitive parts. Once the rod was in place he used an odd shaped handle fitted over the end of the rod to turn it like a crank. 

Finally the penny dropped. Jordanna realised winding the crank one way would glide the hidden door out into the room revealing the hidden shelves. Winding the other way would close it up till she was flush with the wall, hiding the storage,  she guessed removing the handle locked it. More to the point each and every time the unit was opened or closed she would be screwed, literally, the mechanism was driving her mad. And the rest of the time she was a helpless ornament in the five star room. 

Matt smiled as he watched Jordanna process her dilemma.” I will head off and leave house keeping to clear up before their guest gets here”.