Marcel, as he was supposed to call himself to keep everyone from finding out who he really was, waited impatiently for his father to come back. He knew that this place was something else entirely, and that his dad paid good money for the privilege of membership, which in turn was extended to him.

They didn't always have the best relations, but this was an attempt to share in something they both had in common, and he had to at least try. So to that end, he waited. Soon enough, his father returned, dressed in that hideous and garish bathrobe of his. It was as ugly as the day his mother made that for him, but he loved it none the less.

He was followed by a young woman. She had on the same mask as everyone else, one that surrounded her eyes while revealing the brown in them. Her hair was combed back, brown as well and not coming down past her neck. She was also completely nude, strolling with confidence behind his father.

"Well, here he is, Racine," Marcel's father introduced them. "Enjoy!"

"Bye!" Racine replied with a wave of her hand as his father left. Once the door was closed, she turned and faced him without a shred of shame. "So, I'm Racine," she introduced herself. "You're Marcel, right?"

He swallowed. "Yeah," he said. "How are you?"

"Oh, you know," she said as she approached. "Pretty good," she smiled. "You?"

"Nervous," he admitted.

"Why? Because I'm naked?" she asked as she got to with an arm's length of him. His pants started to bulge as he thought about her. "Because I think you could use a little less clothes yourself," she said, noting the same.

"Uh..." Marcel was at a loss. "I mean, you sure?"

She laughed and stepped up against him, slowly pulling up his shirt. "Marcel," she said as she put her breasts against his chest, "your daddy asked me to take care of you, and I agreed. Now, I can be in charge, or you can be in charge," she added.

Marcel knew who he was dealing with now. Some, like his father, paid to be members of the club. Others, like the woman who offered herself to him, didn't pay a dime. They got access because they also served the club. They would rarely say 'no', no matter the request, and if they did, it was with a reason, not because of some flight of fancy.

He could ask her to do anything, and she would be halfway into it before she even thought about it.

She noticed his hesitation. "What?" she asked. "Do you not like me? A little brunette? We can always find someone more to your liking if you want," she stepped back a little. "A blonde? Asian?"

"N.. no. No, that's not it!" He stuttered for a moment. "You're cute!" he blurted out. "No, uh, it's just that, you know, I've never..."

"Virgin?"

He nodded.

She giggled. "Oh, that's funny!" she said and pulled back. "You don't have to do me if you don't want to, I won't force it," she said. "But if you do decide that you want a woman to relieve you, I give you permission to stick your cock in me without waiting," she added with a coy smile as she got to her knees. She reached out and undid his pants, letting them come down to his ankles, and to relieve the pressure.

"If you would," he said hurriedly.

"You want me to use these lips," she pointed at her mouth, "or these?" she indicated her groin.

"A blow job," he asked before he knew it. And she gave one to him, right there, though he was too eager and blew his load after she barely started.

"Wow, you are in a rush," Racine said as she stood up, wiping her lips clear. "But you know, this place is more than just a place for men and women to enjoy each other's company," she pointed out. "And I don't think I've filled your father's request yet. You want to do something else?" There was a glint, a gleam in her eye.

"You look like you have something in mind," Marcel commented.

She nodded. "Well, I seem to be on a decapitation kick at the moment," she drew a line across her throat. "And I would love it if you took my head," she licked her lips, "well, in more ways than just now. Of course, if you want something else, or it catches your eye, I won't object."

He considered that. "I think we can do that," he said as he put a hand on her shoulder with only a moment's hesitation before she rolled into his arm.

They stepped out of the small private room, and into the common area. "Do you know where to go?" he asked.

"Well, we should just wander around," she replied. "We'll come across something eventually."

They wandered for a bit, Marcel growing more comfortable with Racine against him, letting his hand wander a bit. She did nothing to stop him, and in fact, encouraged him to certain spots.

Then he stopped in front of a room that seemed to be unoccupied. "I have a good feeling about this," he said as he pulled her in.

Racine gasped. "Oh, it's perfect!" she sad in a hushed and awed whisper. In the room was, at waist height, a red mount, of a person spread-eagle with arms and legs wide, straps around the wrists, ankles, and neck. Above the neck was a gleaming blade, held up only by a single small rope that was wrapped around the end of the board, where the head would be unsupported.

In an instant, he could see how this would work, and a glance told him that so did she. "Lay down," he said, and Racine was all but eager to do so, hopping onto the supports and anchoring her ankles in place as he checked out the guillotine. It slid easy, and he could lift it without much difficulty.

"Can you help me?" Racine asked, as she had already managed to secure both legs, her left arm and her neck, leaving only her right arm free. He did so, making it tight before going back to her head. "Want another blow job?" she asked from her upside down position.

"No," he returned, more assured in himself. "Bite on this," he said, holding the rope attached the the blade to her mouth.

Racine did, now only the strength in her jaw holing up the blade from her cutting her neck. Just as designed and intended, Marcel walked around her bound body, spread out for anyone to enjoy the sights and touch of. He ran a hand over her breasts, feeling them stiffen as she tried to watch, but was wary of moving around too much and loosen her grip.

But it was between her legs that the real prize was. Her loins were open, nothing protecting them from anything entering, and the intent was clear. Cause the woman to scream, to moan or cry out and let the blade drop. A game could be made of it, see who could get it to happen the quickest, but for now, it was just the two of them and Marcel carefully guided himself into her, eliciting a moan from her throat and a roll of her hips as he penetrated her tight sex.

He knew enough to pull out and thrust back in, a bit harder this time, and Racine moaned at the thrust. He leaned forward, still inside her, and pulled on her tits, lifting them up and then letting them fall back down. In response, she gave him a thumbs up, and he took that as a sign to keep going.

He thrust again, then again and again, not slowing as he justified to himself that this wasn't love, just sex, two people pleasing each other physically. He pulled all the way out as he came to the conclusion that what he did didn't really matter. It wasn't like she was going to suffer for this, and it wasn't like they were going to meet again - even if they did, the wouldn't recognize each other.

And that her offer was more literal that it would be anywhere else. He looked at her, and her confused and worried look as he had stopped.

Then he pushed into her, hard. Hard enough that her entire body was moved, her breasts jiggling and the straps holding her in place doing their job. Keeping her from falling off as he took full advantage of a willing and unresisting woman in front of him.

She moaned. She tried to tighten her legs, to guide him better, or perhaps even to tell him what to do. He didn't care as he focused on one thing only to the exclusion of all others. Then her loins squeezed his cock, and she rolled her head back, eyes wide a gasp finally escaping her lips.

So too did the rope, and with that, the guillotine blade slammed home.

Marcel felt the impact through her, and he let loose his load inside of her womb as she orgasmed. Spent, he pulled out and went around to the far side of her body, where her head now rested on the floor. Her face was flush and cheeks red. "Wow," she said. "That hit the spot," she alleviated his concerns as he bent down and scooped her head up in his hands.

Marcel showed Racine's body to her, how it was still breathing, sweating, and the white fluid leaking out of her. "Nice," she admitted. "I needed that."

He smiled. "You did, did you?" he asked as he set her head down on her stomach, allowing him to undo her arms and legs, the severed neck sliding easily out of its loop. She carefully picked up her own head and sat up when he reached over and stopped her. "Ah ah," he said with a smile. "How would you like to walk around headless for a while?"

Racine considered this, than handed her head to him. "Hold me," she said. "I just need to practice for a minute, then sure, I'll do that!" He waited patiently as her body teetered, then steadied as it moved around the room. "Now I'm ready," she eventually announced, and put her hand on his shoulder to help guide her.

"You know," he commented, "I don't think a headless woman walking around will be the weirdest thing we'll see."

She blew a raspberry from where he held her. "If not, we can always do something," she said. "But you did do what I wanted," she paused, "so, why don't we do something you want?" she pressed her body against him. "And I don't mean sex. Because that's just a given at this point."

"Well," he considered, "how do you feel about ... spikes?"

"Like I'll soon get the point of your question?" she laughed.