It was 2 AM when Lindsey slipped into the Play Box.  Not that it mattered. The facility was open every day of of the year, around the clock.  Today, she went with something simple, a white robe that tied up in front of her, and white slippers to match.

Tonight though, was a little different.  Tonight, she had a plan.  She wasn't going to passively accept an offer, she had something in mind she wanted to do, and that meant coming to the Play Box.

She looked around, picking out obvious candidates for her plan before settling on someone about her age.  She strolled over, and caught his attention.  "Morning," she said.

"Evening for me," he replied.  "What can I do for you?" his accent appeared to be British, but that meant nothing.

"Well," Lindsey said as she got closer. "I have something I want to do.  And that something involves having a man inside me."

He leaned over to get a better look down her robe. She responded by loosening it up.  "If all you want is a fuck," he counter-offered, "You can strip here and I can do that right now."

While certainly tempting, she had to shake her head. "Oh, there's more to it than that," she informed him.

"And what would that be?" he asked.

She leaned in and told him.

*  *  *

Lindsey straddled the man, licking her lips in expectation.  Once she had told him what she wanted, he was willing to oblige.  Already, he was inside her, and she was ready for his end of the bargain.

She held the knife in both hands and leaned forward, letting him grope her breasts.  "Ready for me to cut your head off?" she purred.

"As long as it's this head and not the other one," he replied with a grin.  He raised his chin. "Go for it."

Lindsey placed the edge of the knife against his neck, and with one quick slice, started to remove it.  She waited for a moment after the first cut went halfway through his neck, but there was no additional reaction.  So she put more effort into it and with one more cut, completely removed his head.

The results were instant.

"I can't feel my body!" he said as she pulled his head away.

"I can tell," Lindsey replied.  Under her, the body continued working on its last instructions, which was to rock her world.  She set aside his head to watch as she put the knife to her own throat.  "Ready?"

"Hell yeah!" he said, eagerly awaiting the next step.

Lindsey was much more sure of herself this time, taking the long knife and cutting her own head off.  She had just enough presence of mind to lift her head up and set it down beside her lover's own head before loosing control.

The two of them watched, curious, as the two bodies continued their lust-fuelled intersection, no control telling them when to quit.

"Huh," the young man commented from beside her, "I never thought about how much a woman's tits can move."

"Yeah," Lindsey agreed. "It's odd seeing them from this angle, sometimes."

The two of them waited.  "How long has it been?"

"Less than five minutes."

They waited some more. "You know," Lindsey commented. "This is like watching a porno, only you can't jack off to it."

"And the actors are way to familiar."

They waited some more. "So, once they're done, and you know how long it takes for two uncontrolled bodies to finish with each other, you have any plans?"

Lindsey considered that.  "Not really.  Why?  You want to do something?"

He tried to nod, but couldn't.  "Sure. Drinks, some food.  Then I show you what I can do when I'm in control."

"Define control," Lindsey wanted some clarification.

"Well," I would be in control of my body," he said.  "And I would do more than just use one body part to pleasure you."

"Yeah," Lindsey noted. "Your hands aren't doing anything."

"Nor my lips," he said.

"Deal," Lindsey agreed. "Though I'm not sure how well we'll be up to it. I mean, this experiment is designed to test the limits anyways."

"Worst comes to worst, we take a rain check and confer with the Concierge to arrange a meeting," the man said.  "That OK with you?"

"Sure," Lindsey said. "Yeesh. Ten minutes and we're still going at it.  You're a machine!"

"Not literally, I assure you," he said.  "But you know, it is good to see that what I'm capable of."

"And you did promise you were capable of more," Lindsey replied. "But it looks like we're finally getting done."

"Yeah," he agreed. "So, what would you like to eat?"

Lindsey had a few responses to that, but held them back for later.