Troublemaker

How could the actress not be aware of the cord about to be wrapped around her neck? The way Jesse was holding it, almost in front of her, just barely above her head, looked good on camera but did not make any sense. If she was really about to be attacked, she would have seen it. It would have been clearly in her field of view. So she was able to see it. The prop that was about to end her life.

“OK Jesse, that looks good. Remember to start like this when we roll,” the director said.

Anita admired the self-control of the actress: she was about to die, her neck compressed by the cord, in front of the cameras. The sex scene between her and Jesse was nothing different from what Anita had seen on countless porn sets: Jesse was well hung, muscular and provided a good performance. The actress had quite a big orgasm captured from too close, in Anita’s opinion: the equipment got a bit wet and she got nervous.

Jesse hadn’t cum yet; Anita wondered if he would fuck the corpse, once the actress was dead. That would be the last extra-weird step in a very weird first day of work for her – and she was eager to see it.

“When we start again please, try to spread your legs for the camera as much as you can, OK?” the director told the actress. She nodded with a smile.

“Of course, you won’t be able to keep control for long, and don’t worry if you can’t. It’s just nice until you can, for the audience.”

The actress adjusted her seating on the bed slightly, so that it would be natural for her to spread her legs directly in front of the camera.

“OK are we both rolling? Spike?” Spike nodded, focused on the shot in between the legs of the actress. Anita couldn’t help notice that, although he was crouching, it was clearly visible that he had an erection.

“OK, husband! One last kiss to your wife?”
Anita forgot the husband of the actress was just next to her.

“Yes! Of course!” the husband said, enthusiastically.
He entered on set, smiled at Jesse, then passionately kissed his wife on her lips.

“Enjoy it darling! I’m proud of you. You have never been sexier.”

“Thank you, love,” the actress said.

The husband went back to his seat near Anita.
Jesse took his position.

The actress took a deep breath.
“Action!” the director screamed.

Jesse rapidly wrapped the rope around the actress’s neck and pulled with more violence than Anita was expecting.

The actress spread her legs to give a perfect view of her pussy on Spike’s camera, while mimicking an attempt of taking the rope away from her neck. Jesse pulled more and more, his beautiful biceps getting bigger and bigger, and the actress felt it. Her eyes opened wide, her legs kicking and thrashing on the bed. 

Anita realized she was holding her breath as well. She allowed herself to breathe.

Jesse did not do the same with the actress. She was clearly starting to suffer and panic: dying is not quick or easy. Her eyes looked backstage: Anita felt her look like a blade through her stomach, before realizing the actress was probably looking for her husband, right next to her, outside the stage lighting. Then the eyes of the actress drifted to the side without control, her hands started moving erratically in front of her, like she was trying to collect an invisible string. Then her body shocked violently, held in place only by Jesse and the cord he was firmly pulling at her neck.

Then the actress relaxed and became still. Her tongue sticking out of her mouth, her body at peace, apart from her stomach contracting a couple of times in a last attempt at breath.

And then she died.
Anita felt she wanted to puke, but remained professional. She also felt weirdly curious about what she was witnessing. She did not want to admit it to herself, but she also felt aroused.

“Let’s keep rolling in case she pisses herself, Spike,” the director said, quietly.

The actress pissed on herself and the bed. Jesse kept strangling her, shaking her head and body. The husband rubbed his cock through his pants.

“Cut,” the director said, “let’s prepare and reposition for the necro fucking”.

The day was about to get even weirder, just as Anita had predicted.