"Welcome to our Lunch special," the young man on the stage said as the staff served food and drink, taking orders all the while.  "My name is Cody, and I will be answering a question no one has asked."

He snapped his fingers, and five women walked onto the stage, each carrying or pushing something.

"That question being, how many ways can you take off a pretty woman's head before you get bored with it and look for something different to do?"

There was some small laughter at that. "So I asked for each of these fine ladies to choose their preferred method of giving up their heads, and to join me on stage."  Behind him, each of the five lined up.  "So, I will now give them what they want, in some semblance of order."  Cody turned around, and began with his left.

"Lydia!  What did you pick?"

Stepping forward, Lydia rolled her head around her shoulders, letting her long red hair flow free.  Being in the open-air punch area, the weather was beautiful, and she dressed for the occasion with a thin two-piece bikini wrapped tightly around her chest without going over her shoulders.

"Well, I chose this," she said as she revealed her choice.  A small metal frame rose from two feet, the vertical bars a bit over shoulder width apart. At waist height, bars crossed over, bending around at the middle for form an oval gap. At the top was an angled sheet of sheet of metal, resting in the thin line set into the whole thing. "This," she announced, "is a guillotine.  I couldn't bring the full one up, it was too heavy."  She pouted at that.  "I like this because once you're locked in place, there's no way out.  You can look up, and see your doom waiting, or down, and not know when."  She looked excited at the prospects. "And this one?  This is designed to make the best of the helpful woman in it."

With that, Lydia lifted the top half of the middle bar and bent down to put her head through.  The top dropped down with a click, leaving her unable to free herself.

Bent over like that, Lydia's breasts were at the mercy of gravity, and the gap between them was on full display.  She wiggled her butt in addition, spreading her legs either for stability or for access if he so chose.  "See?"  Then she carefully pulled her hair out of the way of the blade above her before folding her arms behind her back, well out of the way.

"I see plenty," Cody gave his answer with one hand on his forehead, shaking it sadly.  "You know this isn't the evening show, right?"

"Well, a girl has to loosen up, you know!" Lydia jibbed right back.  "So, you gonna hurry it up?"

"Women!" Cody announced as he rolled his eyes.  "But, as you wish."  He slapped the top of the abbreviated guillotine, and with a sharp hiss of metal on metal, the horizontal blade fell.

There was no grand sign as it went through her neck except that it came to a stop at knee height.  Then her head rolled forward. "Whoa!" she called out as she spun around her arms trying to go from behind her to in front to catch her.  She wouldn't be fast enough before she hit the floor.

Cody was though, snatching her scalp with one hand, preventing her from hitting the solid floor.  "That was close!" he admitted as he lifted her up for all to see.

Lydia's smiling face beamed at the audience, but it wasn't until her body stood up and walked over to where Cody was putting her proud head on display that the audience started to clap.  Cody passed Lydia back her head. "Wait up here," he informed her, "everyone goes first."

"Alright!" Lydia replied from under her bikini top.  "I'll just be over here then," she turned and strode over to one side of the stage, where she held her head up away from her body.

"Next up," Cody said as he pushed the device away, "is Joyce!"

Stepping forward, the shorter woman with her light brown hair cut simply around her shoulders approached the front of the stage.  Like Lydia, she wore a thin strapless bikini, only hers was sky-blue, to better blend with her skin. "Thanks," she said as she reached the front of the stage.  "For me," she said as she revealed her choice, "I choose the classic execution method, the block and Axe."

Indeed, in front of her was a large wooden block, with two divots cut out for her to rest her head in. In front was a wicker basket, and sitting atop of it was a long axe.  "It's simple, decisive, and there's no real way to fake it."  She didn't need to move her hair out of the way, so instead she knelt down and moved the handle of the axe out of the way. "If you would do the honours?" she asked.

Cody lifted and hefted the axe. "At least you thought to bring a basket," he commented as he looked down at her kneeling form and bare neck.  "Thought I wonder what would happen if I hit you so hard, your head goes flying? There's a pretty nifty angle to this head."

"Then I hope someone will catch me," Joyce replied as she kept her face down.

"Well then," Cody said. "There's no time like the present!"  With a mighty heave, he raised the executioner's axe over his head, then swung it down.

Unlike with Lydia, there was no hiding the impact, no subtle possibility that this was a trick. The axe thudded into the wooden block with a loud slam, causing many watching to flinch.

Joyce's head rolled forward, into the basket.

Many breaths were held until her headless body stood up, the neck looking like it was just an extension of her skin and Cody reaching in to retrieve her head. He pulled it up gently. "Hey."

"Hey," she replied in good humor. "I have to say though, that did a wonder for the kink in my neck. It's been there since this morning."

Cody shook his head with a roll of his eyes and tossed her head back at her body, who managed to catch it without fumbling.  "I'm not your chiropractor," he informed her.

She stuck out her tongue. "No, you just sleep with my best friend."

"Enough of that!" Cody clapped his hands before they got distracted. "Next up is..."

Fel didn't wait to be introduced.  "Heya all!  I'm Fel, short for Felicity.  Don't call me that though." She brushed off Cody's attempt to speak. "So, I'm gonna tell you all something. The rest of these girls, they're pussies."  She smiled widely, letting everyone admire her blue swimsuit that went from neck to legs. It was a nice contrast to her dark hair.

"HEY!" Sarah, the tall blonde, objected, but to no avail.

"They'll go on and on about 'proper' this, and 'display' that, but what really matters," Fel paused to reveal her chosen instrument with a flash, "is just how much of a vibe you get!"

It was a chainsaw.

"Except," Fel said with a frown as she passed it over to Cody, "I wasn't allowed to bring the gas powered one.  I had to get an electric one instead, stupid fire codes.  I really wanted to feel it."

Cody checked the weight of the device in his hands. "This, from the girl whose response to anything sharp is to try and make love to it."

"Hey!" She objected, but did not counter, "I am more than that! I'm the smallest and cutest member of the club, so that has to count for something!"

Finding the "On" button, Cody let the humming saw come to life.  It shook in his hands, but he held firm with both hands well away from the chain.  "Well," he said only slightly louder than normal to be heard, "any requests?"

Fell stood upright, chest out and hands behind her. She tilted her head back to offer her neck. "My only regret is that I have but one head to give for my club!"

"You're not some revolutionary," Cody pointed out as he lined up with her neck.

He pressed the saw into her neck, and Fel's eyes rolled back with delight as the saw cut into her. Unlike the previous two, there was no hiding the cut as the saw passed through her. She did her best to stand still, but as the saw passed through her spine, she began to jiggle, her petite frame bouncing up and down as he paused for a moment to reset his grip.

Then, with a heave, he finished his cut, the saw changing pitch as it passed out through her neck.

Fel's head, still smiling, fell backwards.

"Ow!" she reacted finally as she hit the floor.  Cody, saw off, bent down, and picked her up by the scalp. "Sorry, got distracted there."

"I'd say," he said as he passed her her head, which she chose to rest between her breasts, the nipples pointing through the fabric.  "You allright?"

"Nothing a good shower won't fix," she winked.  "Can I have my saw back?"

Cody looked down at it.  "No.  Next!"

"My turn!" Sarah stepped up as Cody disposed of the saw, leaving Fel to walk to the side, grumbling.  Her tall, athletic body had a green bikini around it, with a small translucent sheet wrapped aroune her hips for accent. She let her hair flow free down her back.

"Sarah."

"Cody."

"What do you have for me?" he asked.

"This!" Sarah held up a ring. It was about an inch wide, but thin. She held it up for everyone to see clear through it.  "This," she said as she played with it, "is one of our special toys. We call it a snap-ring, because if you activate it," she kept her fingers clear as she did something, and with a 'snap', the inside of the ring closed, a metal circle in the way. "It does that." The ring opened again.

"I like it," she said as she opened it up and put it around her neck, "because it's subtle, there's no warning when it might go off, and it comes in various sizes."  She pointed to her bicep, "Like that," she said, then at her waist, "or that," then at her bust, "around that," then at Cody's crotch, "or even that," she finished with a grin.

"Are you implying something?" Cody asked, arms crossed.

"Not implying anything," Sarah said with a grin.  "Just that you should consider it the next time you and your girlfriend are going at it. I can tell you from both ends of the experience that this doesn't get in the way of any position, and by now you should know how she reacts to this," she added, slicing a finger across her neck, and the ring around it.

"So, when you're ready, just snap your fingers, and pop my head off!" Sarah tilted forward a bit and held her arms out in front of her to catch it.

"You really like taking all the fun out of this, don't you?" Cody said, then snapped his fingers.

There was a snap, and Sarah's head slid off, leaving behind the metal collar. She pulled her hair forward then lifted her head high to see. "Hey all! Come see us tonight!"  She winked. "If you think this is amazing, you've seen nothing yet!  And there will be prizes!"

"She's right," Cody informed the crowd as Sarah spun her head around to show off the metal disk at her throat from below, then took her place beside the others.  "As is our tradition, some lucky audience member will receive a very personal prize after each show.  What it will be?  Well, you'll just have to come and find out."

The last woman stepped forward.  "Hey," she said with a bit of confidence. Her black hair was tied in a braid which hung around her shoulder. She was average among the others on the stage, which meant she still stood out in her own way.  "So, I'm Josie," she waved, "and I couldn't really decide. So instead, Cody, would you do the honours of treating me like I was made of clay, and just pulling my head off?"

"Really?" He blinked, confused.  "I mean, sure, but ... nadda?"

"I couldn't choose!" Josie wailed. "I volunteered to come up here, but completely blanked on what I wanted!"

The others expressed their own silent opinions on Josie's error, ranging from Fel's dismissive eye-roll to Lydia's shrug.  "This is why we practice before a proper show," Sarah admonished her as she flipped her head up and around. "So you don't flake on stage!"

Joyce didn't add anything.

"Well, in that case, I have an idea," Cody pulled off his jacket and offered it to Josie, who wrapped it over her shorts and t-shirt like a cape.  "Ready?"

"Yes?" she replied.

Cody reached down, and lifted the bottom of his light jacket, and then flipped it over Josie's head.  She held onto the arms jacket firmly as she looked around - though her sight was blocked by said jacket. "What now?" she asked, her voice muffled.

"Well, I have you wrapped up so nicely," Cody said as he took the arms of his jacket in his hands, then raised them up above Joyce's head. "That I get to do this!"

He raised his jacket, and Joyce's body stumbled forward as her head was lifted away!  "Ah!" she called out as it became apparent to the audience that Cody had somehow not only removed her head while he covered it with her jacket, it was now resting in that same piece of apparel.  "Hey!" she tried yelling as he swung his jacket back and forth.

"Now now," Cody said as he spun up, then gave what he carried a very quick loop, eliciting a dizzy cry from her, "you did volunteer to lose your head."

"Stop that!" Joyce tried to find him with her body, but she had lost all sense of direction with her head spinning, and couldn't orient herself correctly.

That Cody danced in and out of reach didn't help any either as she stumbled about.

"That's enough of that," he said as he settled for simply handing his jacket, head and all, back to her. "I don't want to distract our audience any more from the show tonight."

Carefully, Joyce extracted her head from the jacket, or attempted to do so before failing and leaving it as a sling.

"So, for the rest of the lunch hour," Cody said with a flourish and a bow, "I will leave these fine young ladies to wander about, answer your questions and what-not. And, if they're lucky, they will have their heads back before the show."

"And if we aren't lucky?" Josie asked.

"Well, I have instructions from the boss to... make mistakes before the show." Cody replied with a grin before sweeping off the stage. "Have fun!"