"JESUS STEVEN!!" Tiffany screamed as Steven pulled his detached member out of his trousers in one hand, the blue knife in the other. "YOU-"
"Well, what man could cut this off if he couldn't reattach it?" Steven asked. "And, uh..." He muttered, turning it slightly. "No blood."
"Th-That's true..." Tiffany sputtered. "But why didn't you just cut off a finger or something?"
"Two reasons actually. First, I knew this would prove, 100 percent, that I'm serious. And secondly, Carly put it back on at a slight angle, it wasn't right." Steven answered.
"Bit weird, innit? Showing a woman that? And a coworker, at that."
"Well, I'm with Carly, so I'm not doing it as some... I guess display of affection or something? And, well..." Steven trailed off. "Don't take this the wrong way, but I forget you're one of the girls."
"Wouldn't be the first time I've heard that, I'm afraid." Tiffany muttered, eyes locked onto Steven's detached genitalia. Without thinking much of it, she reached out and prodded it with a finger, making Steven flinch. "You really felt that?"
"Y-Yeah. Don't-" Steven began, stopping in shocked silence as Tiffany grabbed it away and hurriedly stuffed it down her trousers, effortlessly sliding it inside of her moistened snatch. "Mmmmm..." Steven moaned, squeezing his legs together. "W-Why?"
"Wow, it's wiggling around in there, huh?" Tiffany asked, her face turning red as she kept it inside, snapping her trousers back into place. "I'll keep this in here today, I think."
"What?! That's-"
"Shouldn't have cut it off. And frankly, I usually pop in a vibrator at lunch anyway." Tiffany said with a gulp. "Not my fault I've got a monstrous libido."
"Tiff, I can't work like this!" Steven moaned as Tiffany shifted her balance between her two legs. "Please, just-"
"No can do. I'll help train Alice though, to make it up." Tiffany promised. "I'm used to hiding this stuff after lunch, I can manage all day."
"What's gotten into you?" Alice shouted as she jogged down to get closer to the pair. "You have to pee?"
"N-No! Just guy stuff!" Steven said, trembling as Tiffany tightened her muscles. Stealthily, he closed the knife and shoved it back in his pocket, dreading the next few hours...
Meanwhile, At Beautylicious
"That's not gone well, has it?" Zoe asked as Holly slumped over, unconscious. "Why did you do that again?"
"I wanted to see if the base part was magic too." Carly muttered, looking at the knife closely.
"You smacked Holly with the bottom of it, what was going to happen?" Zoe asked, grabbing the knife away. "She's probably just..."
"Just what?"
"Are you sodding blind?" Zoe asked, turning the knife to show Carly the side of the handle. Recessed into it was a small red orb with Holly's sleeping face in the center. "You cut off Holly's soul or something!!"
"Maybe?" Carly muttered, tapping the orb with her index finger. "Her body's still breathing. That's good."
"Yeah. It is."
"Okay, theory time..." Carly grumbled, crossing her arms and closing her eyes. "Assuming this knife 'cuts' the soul and stores it in the knife handle, the blue one... I suppose 'copies' maybe? Ugh, I told him I wouldn't meet him until lunch!"
"So you're using computer terms, right? So if he hit her again with the bottom of this, we'll 'paste' her soul back into place?" Zoe asked. "You have no idea, do you?"
"I said it was theory time, not 'I know all the answers time' Zoe!" Carly snapped back. "Hey. What if someone else gets hit when someone's still in the knife?"
"You're not-"
"Just a light tap. One of us has to do it. Although... Nat." Carly said with a shrug. "So?"
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