Understudy

She waited backstage in a period undergarment, listening to the scene unfold, fidgeting. Her regular role in the play was finished, and now she might be called to perform another. But eight body doubles have already carried through. Eight spectacular scenes. Nine pictures of three girls with identical hair. This one seemed more nervous, though; Maybe this time? She wondered why she didn't just offer to double next.

The audience gasped, and a voice boomed: "Behold the head of a traitor!". That was her cue. She sighed, called her friend to go drink at the usual place, changed and left.


Does not stand on its own

Although the play had impressive sets and costumes, the story felt really contrived, and I often lost track of characters. Acting was mixed, with the always great Xavier Anderson giving the best performance and the others merely passable ones, with one exception; Lily Dover’s brave body double. Obviously, I can’t recommend the play based on her... And I do feel that immediately holding up her head, showing us her face as she died was too much. Letting her disappear into a basket would have been more tasteful, but the director is obviously compensating for weak writing with shock value. 2/5


Perfect Form

After climbing onto the springboard, she liberated her hair from the swim cap, then peeled off her one-piece. She walked towards the end, turned around, took a deep breath, and focused.

Carefully, while raising her arms, she jumped in place once, then again; With the strongest, third jump, she flipped in the air, diving from the springboard.

The camera followed her. She stretched her arms sideways as she fell. Tiled wall rushed behind…

Her shoulders were stopped by floor with a loud crash as her head disappeared into a bloody mess, her splayed legs coming to rest above her torso.


Corpsing (v2)

The naked girl was dragged onto the scaffold. Her expression shifted from anxiety to terror at the sight of a man resting an oversized sword on his shoulder. She was forced to her knees…

“Cut! We can’t have that…”

“Can’t have what?!”

The director approached her.

“Your obvious… Excitement.”

“Seriously? You’re worried that some people would see that before my neck bleeds all over the set??”

“Everyone would notice, you’re practically dripping!”

“Well, isn’t that something they’d like to see?”

“It’s out of character. Just take care of it...”

“Fine!”

She stood up, and dragged her executioner off the set.


Choreographed

She and I shook hands, wishing good luck, and took positions. The curtains opened; The audience was mostly female. As music played, we began our dance, getting closer and farther in quick succession.

With each contact we touched, sometimes grabbing a shoulder, sometimes removing an article of clothing, and sometimes stimulating one another. It was supposed to tell a story; The endless chase, and how it ends. She handed me a sword while sucking me, and at my signal, stopped.

As we stood to face the audience side by side, smoothly and seamlessly I chopped off her head, cumming immediately.


Duet

Music played, and Karen's final scene started. She was previously too focused to think about it. This theater was so large and glamorous. If she backed out, could she ever return?

Anna started singing, and they slowly danced around the guillotine. Gracefully mounting it, she lied back into the lunette while flicking her hair. Finishing her line, she pulled the lever.

Watching Anna's body bleeding, Karen sang well. She brought the blade back up, and straddled her lap. Finishing the song, she lied into position, pulled the lever, and joined her.

She heard thunderous applause. Could she still back out?


Science Fiction

The hero confronted her as she lied naked in bed. With feigned confusion and smiles, she pushed the blanket aside and sat up. A camera focused between her legs as she opened them, trying to seduce him, to fool him again, while another showed her slowly reaching beneath her pillow...

He immediately drew and fired. Through the hidden cable, a capacitor bank outside discharged, and a beam of light touched her forehead, pushing away her hair for an instant. A tiny burning hole appeared, and a gentle spray of liquified brain burst forth, pushing her back, then falling on her.


The Extra

She entered the set, looking at the guillotine. The director approached.

“Hi. Are you Karen?”

She nervously nodded.

“...Okay. We can begin immediately. Strip and take your place” He said as he pointed at the scaffold.

She swiftly complied. On the scaffold, she was gently rotated and had her wrists bound behind her.

“Action!”

A chariot stopped behind the gathered crowd. She was grabbed, and despite her struggle, dragged to the guillotine. She was pushed onto it, held down, and the blade dropped, taking her head and spilling her blood.

“...And cut!”

A woman approached him.

“Hi. I'm... I'm Karen.”


Stage Fright

The actress crossed her arms tight to her chest, glancing at the guillotine. She wanted to do this, and agreed to, but part of her still screamed that it's madness. After some discussion, the director agreed to have her sedated.

Hoping not to repeat last time's embarrassment, the scene was filmed until just after she was placed inside, almost panicking as she wasn't sure they'd keep their promise. She hurriedly got out, and made herself take the sedative.

Half conscious, she was placed in the same position, and the blade dropped.

The extras, including her initial panicking, became incredibly popular.


Audience Favorite

The actress talked to another as the cameras rolled, in her character's usual sweet mannerisms. She would spend the first hour of the movie endearing herself to the audience; as the director hoped, test audiences were touched, feeling real affection for the girl. As she smiled widely, a shadowed figure moved behind her, and a sword flashed across her neck. Her head bloodily separated from her body, and both fell, to her friend's horror. She and the killer started the chase, and immediately stopped to turn towards their colleague. A camera was already repositioned to directly face the dying head.


Body Double (v2)

The star of the play pleaded for her life and honor, doomed by the merciless law. Even viewers rarely moved by fiction were tearful. She watched in convincing terror as the guillotine was rolled into the stage. Slowly, she was bound and blindfolded, and the stage darkened as her world did, leaving only the guillotine lit. Concealed, she was replaced by her double, who looked just like her from this distance. She was brought into the light, the top of her dress was pulled down to under her shoulders, and she was placed in the guillotine and beheaded. The end.