"I would really like to know where she gets you," the Evil Magician shook his head as he led this summer's crop of willing volunteers from that woman's Club away from the docks on the island.

"Uh, from the University, duh," The short red haired woman replied with a shake of her head. "What did you expect?"

"Not much really," he replied bitterly. "Only that she's so successful."

"Well, if you weren't, I don't know, so ... evil," Gwen replied, throwing her long blonde pony tail back over her shoulder, "you might get more volunteers."

"Oh, that's not the problem," he noted as they bypassed the checks that came with entering the private resort. He was known, and the six women following him were uniformly dressed. Short shorts made from blue jeans, white crop-top shirts that were tied off under their chests to expose their stomachs, and sandals to protect their feet. "I can get volunteers whenever. Hell, I got you seven this whole summer."

"Seven," Joyce replied. She kept her hair cut short, knowing the climate of the island. "The Head is here as well."

The Evil Magician snorted. "Yeah. Right. She and the Owner do their own thing. Probably something horrible and disgusting."

"Like what?" Fel prodded. "I mean, for you to say that with your act and all."

"Consensual and Mutually Pleasurable Sex in the Missionary Position for the Purposes of Procreation," he quoted something he heard a long time ago about a different thing entirely.

"Eewww!" Five voices rang out as one.

"Kinky," was number six.

"So, yeah," he said as they entered into the public area past the boarding lines and checks, "it's not hard to find helpers. What I like is giving and getting the thrill of going after those who don't want to let themselves loose, but find that they enjoy it after."

Marsha pondered this. "Sounds like you're trying to help people."

"Only in so much as I entertain them, get paid, and they don't leave bad reviews with the Owner. I have to choose my victims carefully." He sighed.

"What, and having us here doesn't make things better for you?" Gwen asked, curious.

He shook his head. "No. You wouldn't resist. Hell, you'd jump right into things without bothering with the little things. I could tell you all to take that fire axe," he nodded at the required safety equipment that was visible, but not out of place, "chop off your heads and walk around like that for the rest of the day, and none of you would bat an eye at that. That doesn't... excite me."

"We're worry to hear that," one of the Twins - Lucy or Danni - said. They had their hands around their mutual waists, swinging in time from long practice. "Because we can and will do anything."

"That's the problem!" the Evil Magician repeated.

Fel smiled. "Hey, we can always take care of people with other tastes, letting you focus on your own thing, right?"

The man considered that. "True," he agreed after some thought. But I do suppose that I do need some time to figure all this out," he added. He snapped his fingers, pointing at a young man who was walking by, luggage rolling behind him. "You! Sir! A moment of your time?"

"Uh, sure?" the young man turned and looked at the darkly dressed magician and the half-dozen women around him. "I don't work here, so I'm not sure I can help your cheerleaders out."

"That's not what I wanted, but thank you anyway." The Magician stepped up and offered the man a card from a sleeveless hand and arm. "I actually do work here, as one of the entertainment providers. Are you here by yourself, or rather, are you here with someone in mind?"

Caught off guard, the young man stammered out an honest answer. "Uh.. no?"

"Excellent!" The Evil Magician clapped his hands. "You see, I am a very busy man, with many things to plan and more things besides to deal with, and so many women are just too much for me to keep track of," he spoke quickly to keep his target off kilter. "And as such, I will give you this fine young woman," he put a hand on Gwen's back and pushed her forward, "as a complimentary gift for your arrival! Enjoy her and all the services she has to offer for the rest of the day, into the evening until tomorrow morning. Gwen, please demonstrate."

"Sure thing, sir!" Gwen said with a smile as stepped up to the man and without the smile ever leaving her face, put her hands to the sides of her head and wrenched it back and forth until she pulled it off. "Tah-dah!"

"Holy shit," the man whispered in awe as the rest of the party vanished in a non-magical manner thanks to his attention being held by the headless woman in front of him. "Holy shit," he repeated.

"That too," Gwen said as though her new state didn't bother her at all. Which, honestly, it didn't. "So, I'm Gwen, what's your name?"

"Fred," he replied. "Are you OK?"

"Oh, I lose my head all the time," she laughed. "Perk of the job description."

"Oh," he said, calming down. "Wait. He said complimentary? What does that mean?"

"It means that until tomorrow morning, I am your hostess in all things." Gwen stated clearly. "I can show you around, give you special access to some places, including the Evil Magician's back stage, and your sexual partner."

"What?" Fred wasn't sure he heard that all.

"Hold this," Gwen passed him her head, which he took in shock, letting her hair dangle down. He watched as she unbuttoned her shirt, exposing her breasts for all to see. "You see, this is the sort of place where the advertising is exactly what is promised. Freedom. Here I am, a headless woman with her tits exposed, and no one thinks anything of it. Worst thing that would cross someone's mind would be wondering why that man holding her head hasn't taken advantage of her yet, she obviously wants him."

"You do?"

"Think of it as a compliment," she said as she glanced down at his pants. "You want some?" she asked as she moved up to him, pressing her bare body against his, and pinning her head between them. "Because after you drop your stuff off at your room, I can give you a guided tour of the island and the fun places it has, or a guided tour of my body, and all the fun places it has." She was slightly muffled as she spoke into his stomach.

She pulled back before he could respond, pulling her head out of his hands. Putting it back on her shoulders, she flexed a little after becoming whole again. "So, what do you think?" she asked and offered in a single question.

Fred gulped. "I think," he said, taking her up on her suggestion, "that those tours sound nice. Though, can I make a request?"

"Anything you want!"

"If you can take off your head, what else can you take off?"

"Everything."