Mall chop 2

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Part 1
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"Two hundred dollars for just one hour?"

Annette stood in the front of the local Snuffco shop, at the town's only shopping mall. The Raven haired girl was speaking to the store's manager about modeling one of the shop's products.

Snuffco made all kinds of devices and toys to suit the needs of snuffettes around the world. They used live modeling in most of their stores to entice customers to buy.

Their centerpiece was almost always some form of guillotine.

Of course most models don't get snuffed.

Most.

"Two hundred dollars per hour in the guillotine, twenty bucks for each customer serviced and sixteen hundred dollars if you get snuffed." The manager clarified with a friendly smile on her face.

Annette had paused at the thought of snuffing it. She didn't mind the idea of being fucked by whoever paid but she wasn't ready to die.

But College was more expensive then she thought and though it had only been a few months since she left home. She was running out of cash and refused, out of pride, to ask her parents for help.

'Snuffing a model cost two thousand dollars so I should be safe." she thought.

"Okay," she said, "Sign me up."

"When would you like to model, and how long?" the manager asked.

"One-hour and would now be now be alright?" She spoke turning to look at the empty guillotine.

The manager offered her a genuine smile."Oh good the model we had scheduled for this afternoon had to cancel suddenly, so that would be perfect!" she gestured to the back of the store, beckoning Annette to follow.

Nerves playing havoc up and down her spine Annette inquired, "Why did she have to cancel?"

"Boyfriend got a little too rough last night, so I'm down a full-time model."she explained pulling out a stack of paperwork. "I hope he at least got a good meal out of it." ruefully she added.

Annette look over the paperwork. Usual 'snuff model' contract she supposed. Including a place for contact information of the person she would like her paycheck to go to if she doesn't live to the end of shift.

Signing the paperwork and handing it back to the manager.

Taking the offered papers she gestured at a row of boxes. "You can put your clothes in there for now." as she left.

Quickly disrobing Annette thought over her body decent b-cups and a perfectly serviceable ass. Her best feature, she was told, was her cute round face. Long black hair just a little past her shoulders. She considered it would have to be put in a ponytail for the guillotine.

The manager returned holding a small circular device about half an inch in diameter, a thin quarter inch spike in the center. It looked like an oversized thumbtack.

Annette knew what it was. A Snuffco exclusive Short-term Life-Tack. She was always fascinated with the tech. It can keep a person alive and conscious for up to a week if provided continuous power, and years if paired with Snuffco nutritional paste and fresh water. It works by providing an electrical current directly to the brain. A small portable one like this would only have three or four hours of battery life, but could be connected to a wall outlet for a long-term use.

"I know you aren't planning on snuffing it, but corporate wants all models to wear one to show how discreet the new models are."

Annette nodded feeling her breath catch in her throat the possibility of dying increasingly more real.

The manager took the life tack and placed it behind Annette's right earlobe, "It won't hurt much." she spoke a small prick of pain and the tack was in. Small barbs ensuring it would stay put.

Annette followed the manager out into the store. Regret bubbling inside her as she was unsure if this was a good idea.

"Here we are the Mini-Guillotine 275."

It was small, appearing more like a medieval pillory, but the squat box reached the ground. The Guillotines blade was underneath. When triggered it would snap up by pneumatic pressure.
A button on the side would trigger it and a remote was available too.

A portable guillotine for apartments and those who want to snuff on the go

An employee would oversee her time in the device. Taking payment for her services and orders for the device itself.

The mall speaker chimed," The Snuffco portable live spitter demonstration will begin in ten minutes at the Suffco Mart."

Looking around Annette saw a small box sitting across from the mini-guillotine. Both devices mounted in the front of the store. Large windows to the rest of the mall in front of them. Their curtains closed for now. She stood a little straiter, one arm across her midsection, feeling exposed as she thought about all the people that would see her.

"My name's Jeff." The employee introduced him-self, dragging Annette back to her new job.

"Annette." She offer her hand which he shook.

"Let's get you set up before the show starts."

The top of the mini guillotine opened and Annette bent-over placing her head and arms in the open slots. Her back strait, legs parting for stability.

"Last chance to back out." Jeff offered.

'I should leave.' she thinks. 'I should just suck it up and call my parents. I should find some other job.'

'I should leave.'

But.

"Do it."

She can't. She's to proud to back down, to run home crying to her parents.

And some small part of her is loving this.

The top of the mini guillotine closes, trapping her.

Looking at a nearby clock,'I'm now Snuffco property until two-fifty three.'