Troublemaker

The actress was dead. Her head rested on Jesse’s leg, a few inches from his erected cock. A stream of saliva ran on her cheek, mixing with the blood coming from her tongue, still clenched between her perfect, white teeth. Her legs, after some kicking, rested beautifully relaxed, spreading the view of her pussy towards Spike’s camera. Jesse kept strangling her, his biceps strongly pulling the cord, his face deformed from the physical effort he had just made to kill the actress. Sweat from his forehead dropped on the actress’s face.

“Hold it a few more seconds, let’s see if she pisses herself,” John said, instructing both Jesse and Spike to keep themselves in the scene.

Anita realized she was clinging to the armrest of her chair; she had never seen someone die in person. She had seen someone die, for real, in TV images and on the internet; pushed by curiosity, she had seen heads being cut off, people getting shot, or people hanged in public executions. Every time she watched these horrifying sights she made a promise to herself not to search for “this stuff” again; and then, again and again, she fell for it. She felt a weird obsession about the end of a life, about those final moments, and the more minute details of them.

This time it was different: the actress had decided to die; she had submitted to her killer, posed for the cameras to get the best shot, and then endured the suffering for other people to enjoy. She desperately wanted to be seen by people getting aroused by her demise; her ultimate desire was to be turned into an object, used for pleasure, and then disposed of. Anita felt different too: instead of feeling horrified, she wanted more. She wanted to lie in that bed beside the actress, smell her, feel her skin, and she wanted to be fucked by Jesse near that dead body.

The actress, in her final crowd-pleasing act, really did piss herself, wetting the bed, her legs, and her feet. 

Jesse left the handles of the strangler and made his way in front of her; he grabbed her ankles, widening her pussy even more, and then slid his cock inside her with all his strength. Spike kept his position, now framing Jesse’s balls slapping on the actress’s asshole as he fucked her harder and harder. Jack kept filming, keeping focus on the actress’s face, now moving up and down on the bed emotionless. Anita realized Jesse was using the actress’ pussy as the hole it was turned into: just a place warm and tight enough to rub his cock into an orgasm.

Very soon Jesse pulled out, his cum showering the actress’ dead body. He squeezed every bit of cum from his cock, still holding one of the actress’s legs in his left hand; then he threw it back on the bed, stepping away from the set.

Jack and Spike moved to get some more detailed shots of the actress’s body, hanging in a precarious position on the side of the bed; as if it still had a life of its own, the body slid down the side of the bed, collapsing on the floor with a loud thud and assuming a distorted pose.

“Stop, stop, hold a second,” Jack told Spike. “Let’s get her back up. Anita, help us.”

Anita stood up as she heard her name; walked into set, towards the dead body, with the room spinning around her violently. She could not believe what she was about to do.

Anita grabbed the actress by one of her legs, wetting her hands with her pee; Spike got hold of the other leg, while Jack grabbed her by her armpits, throwing the body back on the bed.

Jesse did the same, while Anita kept hold of her leg and posed it on the bed, again spreading her pussy.

“Thank you, let’s keep rolling and we can wrap up production,” said Jack.

Anita’s heart was about to beat out of her chest. She was very wet, she had the actress’s piss on her hand, and walked past her chair to go directly to the bathroom. She heard Jack calling “action” again, and did not miss the irony of shouting it to a dead body; she felt aroused. She wanted to do… something.

Anita entered the toilet, and looked at herself in the mirror: she had just touched a dead body; she had just witnessed the murd… the snuff of a real human being. She stared at her hand, moist with the actress’s piss. She slowly raised her hand near her face, smelling it. She looked around. She was alone. One by one, she licked her fingers, tasting the piss. She was so aroused she felt her knees bend.

The door opened behind her: Jesse, naked, walked behind her. Anita panicked, opening the water in the sink to wash her hands. Her eyes momentarily wandered on Jesse’s cock through the mirror; he was not hard anymore, but his size remained impressive.

“What do you think, Anita, did you enjoy it?” Jesse said.

“It’s work. It’s a weird job, but it’s just work,” Anita replied; she felt embarrassed. She turned around and looked at his cock again, automatically. If he had missed the first look, he most definitely did not miss the second, she thought.

“You just have to ask, Anita,” Jesse told her.

“Ask for what?” Anita said, trying to laugh off the fact she was glancing at that wonderful piece of meat he was packing.

“I don’t kill all my sex partners, you know? You can survive a ride on my cock. I’m actually sure you’ll do just fine.”

“This is very inappropriate,” Anita told Jesse, her eyes now firmly in his. This was a game of prey and hunter and she knew how to play. She knew her role. She craved it.

“So if it’s a big Hollywood star, in his trailer, it’s OK. Then you’ll get to your knees and blow the shit out of him. Have him on the brink of divorce and the entire production of a multi-million dollar movie on hold. But here we are too poor and dirty and messy for your precious little blowjobs, are we?”

“Not sure the best way of getting into my underwear is to remind me of my big fuckup that left me with no job, no money, and humiliated”

“What’s the best way of getting into your underwear, then?”

Anita got closer to Jesse, her hand almost accidentally brushing on his cock. He had just ended a life in front of her. His cock was inside the dead body just minutes ago.

Jesse kept going. “I bet you are wet as hell for what you just saw.”

“I don’t get aroused so easily, Jesse.”

“Would a cock in your mouth make you aroused?”

“That usually does, yes.”

“Give it a kiss, Anita.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“It’s inappropriate,” she whispered into his ear, her lips touching his skin.

“You are on a snuff movie set. What’s inappropriate is very far from kissing the actor’s cock.”

Anita bent, Jesse’s hand caressing her ass. She kissed Jesse’s cock gently once. She breathed in the mix of smell: cum, piss, pussy.

She went in for a second kiss, gently parting her lips to allow the very tip of her tongue to make contact with Jesse’s cock.

“Good job, Anita,” Jesse said, pulling away from her, “a very good first day. Very, very good,” he said, walking out of the toilet stall, leaving Anita alone.

She felt her face going red with humiliation and anger. He had just played her to perfection, and she had again put at risk her job, because she could not control her arousal.

The door opened again; Jack walked into the toilets.

“Good job today, Anita. I get it that you couldn’t stay until the end; but I admire how professional you have been.”

“Thank you, Jack… and I’m sorry I was a little… overwhelmed at the end.”

“It gets easier with time. You can go home, I’ll handle it from here. Thank you.”

“You sure you don’t need me to do anything else?”

“Not today. You have been stellar. I’ll call you next week.”

Jack shook her hand, the exact hand that had been holding Jesse’s cock, and walked into the stall.

Anita took a deep breath and walked out.

She was shocked by all kinds of feelings: she was very mad at Jesse. She was mad at her body for being so aroused for him. She was confused by the fact that she just witnessed a live snuff, and had to touch the dead body, and that she tasted her piss on her hand. That she wanted to be a part of it. The smell of the “Troublemaker” shirt in the morning that made her feel connected to that unknown dead woman; she felt like, in an alternate reality, she was the one wearing that scent and she would be fucked and snuffed by Jesse, her legs spread in front of Jack and Spike for them to film. She walked past the set. The body was gone, and so was the actress’s husband. Jack had told her to go home, but she figured it would be her job to take off the dirty sheets and wash them in the washing machine. She was glad that this time she did not have to do it. Then she froze.

On the ground, next to her feet, the underwear of the actress. Jesse ripped those off her before fucking her, after she was already dead.

Anita felt her pussy contract in excitement. She knelt down, as if she were fixing her shoe. She looked around to check; no one was in sight. Then she grabbed the panties and stuck them in her pocket, rushing out the door and into her car.

She couldn’t wait to get home and masturbate.