It's Just A Job



Caroline Broad (Or Caz to her friends), was a twenty one year old student. When she wasn't studying hard at university, she often found her spare time was spent helping out as a magicians assistant. On countless occasions she had been sawn in half or found her pretty young head placed in a lunette waiting for a blade to fall and 'chop it off'.

This aroused Caz as much as it did, her predominantly male audience - but secretly she longed for the real thing.

Caz had finished university for the summer and during her ten week break, had decided to take a vacation to Europe. She packed her bags and, with her good friend Jane, set off for the South of France.

They checked into the cottage that they were renting, then went to explore the local town. Hyeres was situated between Marseille and Nice on the French coast. It was smaller than its neighbouring towns but equally as picturesque. Despite the heat, Caz and Jane decided to walk the two miles down the hill into the town center. By the time they arrived, they found themselves quite exhausted and at the first bar they reached, they sat down and ordered a couple of beers. They looked out at the beautiful blue Mediterranean Sea.

"I think I could get quite used to this." Caz smiled.

"It's beautiful isn't it." Her friend replied.

The waiter returned carrying a tray with two large glasses of ice cool beer. He placed a napkin on the table in front of Caz, then another in front of Jane. "Madam," he said as he served Caz with her drink "Et Madam" as he served Jane. He smiled politely and returned inside. As he walked away Jane stared at his backside and nodded in approval to her friend. "Let's hope there's a few more like that.". The girls laughed and sat back to enjoy their drinks.

The next couple of hours flew by, and with temperatures at 30c, the beers went down with great ease. By six o clock, the sun began to set and the girls were giggling at anything & everything. As Jane ordered two more drinks, Caz shook her head. "Don't you think we should get back to the cottage, we haven't even unpacked yet."

"Yeh yeh yeh. We'll just have these last two, then we'll get back." Jane slurred.

"That's what you said with the last two." Caz laughed

Once more the waiter returned with the drinks. "I hope you don't mind me asking....." he started "But are you staying far from here?"

"Oh no," Jane told him "We have a cottage up there somewhere." She held her drink in her right hand and pointed with her left (In the opposite direction to the cottage)

Caz immediately burst out laughing "No it's not, it's up there." And she pointed a little closer towards the cottage.

"Oh.....Are you sure?" Jane asked

".....No." Came the reply, and once more the girls were laughing uncontrolably.

The waiter smiled "I know the cottage at the top of the hill. I think this is where you stay. My friend has a taxi, he will take you there."

Caz managed to stop laughing enough to answer him "Thank you, if you're sure it's no trouble."

"No, it's no trouble, finish your drinks and I will call him. By the way, my name is Jean-Paul."

"Oh Hi, I'm Caz and this is Jane." She blushed slightly as she shook his hand.

Half an hour later, just as the girls finished their drinks, a taxi pulled up. "This is Renee," Jean-Paul explained "He will take you home. I hope we will see you again."

"Oh yes" Caz told him "We'll definitely be back."

The girls climbed into the back of the taxi and Renee started off up the hill. They tried to talk with him but unfortunately Renee could not speak a word of English and the girls were to drunk to speak in French. After fifteen minutes the taxi pulled up and the girls could see their cottage at the bottom of a dusty track. They tried to pay him but Renee shook his head and kept repeating something that they couldn't understand. They thanked him a number of times and Renee drove away back down the hill.

The girls staggered arm in arm towards the cottage. As they approached, they noticed that the front door was wide open. "Oh shit." Jane exclaimed "We've left the bloody door open."

"No way" Caz replied "I remember locking it."

As they hurried towards the cottage they could see that the door was in splinters and the lock had been broken off. "Oh fucking hell" Jane said as she picked up the lock from the floor.

Caz continued inside. "Oh no!" she cried putting her hands to her head "The bags have gone. All our clothes, everything has gone. "

The girls immediately sobered up and stared at each other "The money!" They both shouted

"Fucking hell" Jane repeated "I can't believe this is happening." She fell onto a sofa and Caz walked into the kitchen.

She returned with two large Brandy's. "Here, drink this." she said passing her friend one of the glasses. Caz joined her friend on the sofa. "So what are we going to do?" There was silence "How much money have you got?"

Jane emptied her pockets onto a table. "About two hundred francs. What about you?"

"About the same." Caz replied. "So what are we going to do?" Once more there was silence. Finally Caz answered her own question "Let's walk back to that bar in the town, the waiter there might be able to help us."

"Waiting tables and washing glasses." Jane frowned

"Well, would you rather starve?"

Jane reluctantly agreed and the girls finished their drinks.

For some reason, they weren't sure why, they tried to shut the door behind them. They did the best that they could, then made their way down the hill back into town. It was cooler than their earlier trek but still relatively warm. As they arrived in town, they noticed that it was a great deal busier than when they had left. They felt a little embarrassed, as everyone else was dressed in smart evening wear and the two girls were still wearing cut-off jeans and bra tops. As the approached the bar, Jean-Paul was outside writing an order on his pad.

"I did not expect you to come back so soon." He smiled. The girls didn't return his smile and he frowned "What is it? Is there a problem?"

Jane and Caz sat at a table "Yeh there's a problem," Jane told him "We've been robbed. They've taken all our clothes and all our money."

Jean-Pauls' eyes opened in astonishment "Oh no. I am so sorry." He paused "Just one second, I must give this order to the chef."

Caz nodded and Jane looked blankly into space. They sat in silence until the waiter returned. he served an elderly couple who were sat at another table then brought two glasses of beer and placed them in front of the girls.

Caz put her hand out "I'm sorry," she said "But we really can't afford these."

"No no," Jean-Paul interrupted "Please, these are on the house."

"Thank you." the girls said together. Caz took a sip from her glass then looked up at the waiter "We were actually hoping that you might be able to tell us where we could find a job."

Jean-Paul thought for a second "I'm not sure, let me go inside and ask my boss." He walked away and once more the girls sat in silence until he returned.

"You are in luck," he smiled "My boss has said that one of you can work here, the money is not fantastic but the tips are good."

"Oh thank you so much," Jane replied "At least we only have one job to find now."

"Also," Jean-Paul continued "He tell's me that 'Mystique' in the town are advertising for a girl."

"What is Mystique?" Caz asked

"It is a new place that has opened. It is a men only club with a stage show. I don't know much about it but I can show you where it is."

For the first time in a couple of hours, the girls managed to smile. "So what do you want to do?" Caz asked her friend.

Jane looked around at the tables "I think it will be best if I stay here and you go to....." She stopped and frowned at the waiter

"Mystique." He told her

"Okay," Caz nodded "That sounds fine to me."

Jean-Paul smiled at the two girls "I will tell my boss that I need a break for five minutes, then I will show you where it is." He addressed Jane "If you would like to come with me, I will introduce you to my boss."

Jane stood up "Good luck" Caz told her

"Yeh you to, see you later." Jane followed Jean-Paul inside and Caz felt quite excited as she finished her drink.

As they walked through the town center, Caz once more felt underdressed as she looked around at the tourists dressed in their evening wear. Jean-Paul thought the opposite, he thought how sexy she looked in her cut-off jeans, pink polka dot top, sandals and large hoop earrings. He was very attracted to her.

They turned off of the main street and Caz saw a neon sign ahead of them. It had a black background with a red flashing light *MYSTIQUE*

They were greeted by a large doorman who shook hands with Jean-Paul. Caz recognized some of the words as they spoke, but was not quite sure what was being said. She felt a little uneasy as the doorman looked down at her and grinned. "You are in luck," Jean-Paul told her "They need a girl to help with tonights' show."

"That's great" Caz smiled

The doorman called inside the club and a smartly dressed man appeared. Once more Caz listened as the two men spoke, but again she couldn't understand what was being said. The smartly dressed man smiled at her then shook hands with Jean-Paul. They spoke briefly, then once more he smiled at Caz. To her surprise he spoke to her in perfect English. "So, I am told you would like to help us with our show?"

"Er, yes I would, very much."

"Okay, this can be arranged." He passed Jean-Paul an envelope, which he immediately tucked in to his pocket. Caz thought this was rather odd, but also felt that it wasn't her place to question it. Once more Jean-Paul and the club owner shook hands."

"I must get back to work now," Jean-Paul told Caz "Have a good evening."

"I will," she told him "And thank you for everything."

Jean-Paul smiled, turned and walked away.

The club owner held out his hand "If you would like to come with me, I will show you inside." Caz took the mans hand and followed him. Once more she felt a little uneasy as the doorman grinned down at her.

She was amazed at the size of the club as it opened up in front of her. There were around forty tables that seated ten people at each. Young girls in classic French maids outfits served the men at the tables. The smoke was thick as it caught the lights. She noticed a raised area at the far end of the room and a huge red curtain was drawn across the front of the stage.

"Will I be waiting tables?" Caz asked

The club owner smiled "No no, I want you to help with our show."

Caz was puzzled, but said nothing. He led her around the side of the room to a door at the side of the stage. She was aware of men staring at her and presumed it was because of how she was dressed. They entered the room at the side of the stage, Caz noticed that there was no furniture, only another door which obviously led onto the stage.

The owner passed Caz a document and a pen "This is you contract of employment, if you would sign it for me please." She took the contract and the pen, then noticed that it was written in French.

"Er, I don't understand what it says." She told him.

"Don't worry, it's just legal jargon." He smiled

Caz signed the contract and handed it back.

"It will probably be about ten minutes before you are needed," the owner told her "So just relax. When this door opens a young lady will show you on stage."

Still concerned about how she was dressed, Caz asked "Will I need a uniform or anything?"

The club owner took a length of pink ribbon from his pocket. "Only this, before you go on stage, tie your hair into a ponytail."

Caz took the ribbon and the owner left her alone "Thank you." she called out, but there was no answer. She sat on the floor and tied the ribbon in her hair. Within a couple of minutes Caz could here the muffled sounds of a man speaking through a microphone, as he paused she could hear the audience applauding. Then there was silence.

The door to the stage opened and Caz got to her feet. A girl dressed as a French Maid smiled at her . She was very beautiful. She wore a black ribbon in her blonde hair and her uniform was made of rubber.

Caz noticed that her hands were chained together.

"Are you ready?" she asked

"I guess so, but I'm not quite sure what I'm ready for."

The girl frowned "You do not know?"

Caz shook her head "Know what?"

"This is a snuff club - you are going to be snuffed."

Caz was speechless, her mouth dropped open "W...www.....H...h...how?"

"They are going to behead you."

There was a pause, then Caz said "I didn't know, I really didn't know."

"Did you sign the contract?" The girl asked

"Yes, but I didn't understand it. I didn't know they were going to chop my head off."

The girl shrugged her shoulders. "I've signed one as well, I'm going to be guillotined, I think they're going to do you with an axe."

A voice called out behind her and the girl turned once more to Caz. "Come on, we'll get in trouble if we don't go out there now."

Without speaking Caz followed the girl through the door and out onto the stage. The lights were so bright that she couldn't see into the audience, but she could tell that the room was full because of the level of the applause. On the stage stood two men dressed from head to toe in black leather, their faces hidden by leather masks. Next to the men, Caz noticed a guillotine and an old worn looking chopping block. Leaning against it a large axe.

As the applause died down, the French maid stepped forward. Without any assistance she knelt at the guillotine.

One of the men lifted the upper part of the lunette and the young girl leant forward. She placed her head in the space provided and the stocks were returned. A basket was put in place ready to catch her pretty head. One of the men slapped her backside very hard and the crowd cheered. Then the audience called out.....

"Trois!"

"Deux!"

"Une!"

One of the men pulled the handle on the guillotine and the blade was released. It blade fell with great speed and within the blink of an eye, the French maids' beautiful head was chopped clean off. The crowd cheered as other maids appeared and took their ex-colleague from the stage.

One of the men then turned to Caz "Now it's your turn."

Her fear had left her and after seeing the young girl guillotined, she was very turned on. "Do it." she smiled.

Caz took the mans hand and he led her to the block. She knealt on a cushion and once more looked out into the audience in vain.

"You have to pay your executioner," the man told her "And I happen to know that you have no money."

She frowned, then recognized his voice "Jean-Paul?"

The man nodded "So how are you going to pay him?"

Caz turned to the other man to see that he was holding his nine throbbing inches in his hands. He took a step towards her and Caz licked her lips in readiness. She opened her mouth invitingly and he slid into her. The executioner placed his hand on the back of her head and rhythmically began to fuck her mouth. Inch by inch he was sliding deeper inside of her throat. After a few minutes he exploded and she felt his cum shooting against her throat with great force. When he finished, he took a step back and once more Caz licked her lips.

She turned to Jean-Paul "Would you like a go?" she smiled.

"I want to fuck you," he told her "I want to fuck you as your head is chopped off."

Caz smiled again. She undid the flies on her jeans and leant forward placing her neck on the block. Her ass lifted and Jean-Paul pulled down her cut-offs. He got to his knees and put is hands gently between her legs. She was soaking wet. She moaned aloud as his hand went deeper inside of her. "Fuck me!" she begged. Jean-Paul obliged. He placed his hands on her hips and in one long movement pushed himself inside of her. Once more Caz moaned aloud with pleasure. She had never felt anything so deep inside of her, he must have been a full twelve inches. The executioner stepped forward and moved her ponytail and ribbon over her shoulder. Now he had a clear target. Harder and harder Jean-Paul fucked her. Caz was aware of the executioner picking up the axe. She knew that she was close to her climax. She felt the cold steel of the axe on the back of her bare neck as the executioner took aim. Then it was gone. She knew he lifting it high above his head. This was it. Jean-Paul held her hips tightly as he filled her full of cum. Then she climaxed, her knees almost gave way and she grabbed hold of the block.

"Now!" she screamed "Do it now!"

The executioners' timing was perfect. As he brought the axe crashing back down, Caz reached the height of her orgasm. She felt the razor sharp blade hit the back of her neck, then continue it's path through her long slender neck. She felt as if she was falling as her beautiful head was chopped off and it tumbled into the waiting basket below. Caz experienced so many incredible sensations at once.

It had been perfect.