Whimsy

The girls talked and laughed while the servant waited for instructions. She didn't speak this language, but one seemed to gesture about her hands being strong, and eventually turned to her.

“Come here and straddle me.”

The others tried to dissuade their friend, but were amused when she complied, one covering her mouth.

“Well, I'm going to kill you. So don't freak out.”

Before she could, her throat was squeezed shut. She gripped the sofa trying to comply, but was suddenly released.

“What the hell am I doing?”

She caught her breath.

“Get up, we'll do it in the tub.”


Phrasing

She entered a room with a dozen other waiting girls, sitting next to one of them.

"Hi. Did you audition to a game show before?"

"A few times."

"Well, the contract I got says that if my score gets below zero I will be decapitated? Do you know what that means?"

She pointed at a man who passed through. "That's the assistant director, he can explain."

She briskly walked up to him.

"Excuse me- Hi. If I'm decapitated, does that mean I'm out of the game?"

He blinked.

"Yes."

She returned to her seat, relieved that she didn't sound stupid.


Customer

He opened the door. A nervous girl stood there.

"Hi. I came to, um… Do you have a guillotine?"

"Yes dear! Come on in."

He led her to the room and turned on a flickering fluorescent light, revealing the padded guillotine. She felt the padding.

"So you will… Take care of everything?"

"You have nothing to worry about. Take as long as you need, I'll be watching through the camera."

"Okay. Thanks."

He left. She climbed the guillotine and lied back into the lunette, moving her hair out of the way. She grabbed the lever, closed her eyes, and pulled.


Spin the Bottle

She rolled the dice, then counted lines in the index of the Complete Encyclopedia of Sexual Acts.

“Cunnilingus! Come on, Jeff…” She got up and dragged him along.

The next girl selected flipped to D, and rolled.

“Seven… Decapitation?” Confused, she flipped to its page: “…With one powerful motion, a blade cuts the neck entirely, separating the head… The hell? …neural feedback loop that causes unique orgasms… Wait, wouldn’t that kill you?”

“It would! Nevermind, just roll again…”

“Wait, I’m just… People actually do that? It has to be amazing. And we said no takebacks… Screw it, where’s your cleaver?”