Troublemaker

“I will probably regret asking but… why a mattress?”

“That’s a very good question, Anita,” Jack smiled, admiring the lighting set-up for the scene of the day.

“Because when she falls to the ground, her face would be damaged by the impact. And we don’t really want that. We want a clean hole in her head, but not a broken nose or teeth; that would not be sexy for the audience, and for the actress herself. And then, think about it… a post mortem blowjob with a broken tooth can be very dangerous for my dear Jesse.”

Anita did not like the emphasis on the last words. Did Jack know about the cock kissing? Had Jesse told him?

A man walked through the door holding a metal suitcase.

“Cody, my man!” Jack shouted. The two hugged, patting each other’s backs.

“Man, it has been a long time, hasn’t it?”

“I believe it’s more than a year. Not many actresses want your services; it’s not for everybody, admittedly,” Jack said.

Cody locked eyes with Anita, shaking hands with her.

“And you must be our actress for today?”

“Ah, no,” Jack interrupted before Anita could speak, “she is our production assistant. Business is picking up and we needed one… and she is essentially the best in the business.”

“Well, sorry for my mistake… I’m glad you won’t be going to waste this evening.”

“I guess that’s a compliment?” said Anita, smiling at Cody.

“It most definitely is,” Cody replied.

“Anita, go get the actress from the dressing room, and we will do the safety briefing with Cody before taping the scene.”

Anita left the room as Jack and Cody prepped for the shoot. She felt a weird power in walking to the actress’s dressing room: she was calling her to leave her life behind and get snuffed on camera. She was bringing the expected death sentence to the victim; except the victim was willing, paying for it, and burning with desire for it.

Anita knocked. The door opened.

A young woman in her twenties opened the door, wearing an orange jumpsuit mimicking an inmate’s. Anita had bought that very jumpsuit in a Hallowe’en costume shop the day before; and now the actress was about to die in it. She had not closed the front zip up to her neck; her breasts peeked from the two sides of the opening, revealing a beautiful tattoo making its way between her tits and down to the upper part of her belly.

“Is it time?” she asked, shaking in anticipation.

“Almost,” Anita replied, “we have our safety briefing first”.

“Oh yes, let’s be safe about this!” the victim laughed. Anita noticed she was barefoot; peeking behind the actress as she left the room, Anita saw the actress’s socks neatly tucked inside a pair of black Dr. Martens. She surprised herself in being again in the hunt for a small prop to take home for her pleasure; the guilt she felt was still very much there, and yet she felt she had taken a step on a slippery slope and couldn’t stop.

Anita and the actress arrived on set. It was the same set as the previous shoot; only now the pink walls of the bedroom scenario were rotated 180 degrees to reveal the other side of it: a black room with no other ornament than a clock hanging on one of the walls. In the middle of the room, instead of the bed where Jesse strangled the actress of the previous video, a big metal cage awaited the actress. On top of it, Cody had placed the metal suitcase, now open. Anita could not see the inside of it, and joined Jack, Spike and Cody for the safety meeting.

The door of the studio opened, and Jesse walked in.

“Sorry… sorry I’m late,” he shouted, quickly joining the group on set.

Anita was still fuming at him for their encounter in the toilet the week before.

“My car… it doesn’t matter,” he said, shaking with Jack and Spike before hugging Cody.

“Nice to see you, man,” Cody said. Jesse then turned his attention to the ladies: Anita kept her arms crossed, and looked at him as harshly as she could; but Jesse just glared at her, focusing on the actress.

“Hello, nice to meet you.”

“Hi Jesse! I’m such a big fan!” the woman in the jumpsuit said, hardly containing her excitement.

“You look stunning. I’m sure it will be a blast today,” Jesse said, looking straight down her cleavage and making no effort to hide it.

“OK, hear me out, it’s very simple,” Cody told the group. “As usual, we will use two guns for this shooting: the first one, that has this small red mark on it, it’s a prop gun and will be used in all the scenes up to the finale. As a rule, for Jesse and for anyone on this set, we treat this prop gun as the real one: no pointing it at anybody but the actress, not even as a joke; no pulling the trigger; no staring down the barrel; no pointing towards the camera.”

Anita nodded. The actress looked nervous and excited. More than the gun, she was looking at Jesse. She really was star struck.

“This, without the red marking, is the real one. This will be handled by me, and me only, to Jesse, and Jesse only. We will do so only when the actress is in her final position with Jesse. I will enter the set, switch the gun in the hand of Jesse and remove the safety; from there, when Jack says so, Jesse shoots the only bullet in the chamber directly into the actress’s head, and then I step back into the set and switch back the guns so you can keep acting with the fake one. All clear?”

Everyone said yes; Anita stared at the actress. The words of Cody had ignited her excitement even more: she was biting her lips and moving up and down in arousal.

“OK, everyone,” said Jack, “let’s get ready. The actress is already here, so why don’t you step into the cage as Jesse prepares? Come on, we are already running late. Anita, take Jesse the costume, please.”

Anita dreaded this moment. She wanted to shout and punch Jesse in the face. But she couldn’t.

“How are you Anita?” Jesse said as soon as they were alone in his dressing room. Anita threw him the costume, an old police uniform that she took the trouble of taking home to wash and iron in the days before, since it felt it was never washed before.

“Fuck you,” said Anita.

“Nice to see you again, love.”

“Why? Why did you make me kiss your cock to rebuke me?”

“Have you noticed Jack walked in right after it? I heard him coming.”

“The only thing you heard is your massive ego telling yourself you had to put your cock into my mouth because one mouth was not enough.”

“Honey, I already came that day. I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

“What was it then? Jack was coming in and you heard him with your superpowers, or you didn’t want to disappoint me by maybe not getting an erection because you just cummed over another woman’s dead body? Pick one excuse and fucking stick to it.”

“Look, if you want to be mad at me, so be it. But I’m the one making this possible, and you are an employee of this company. If you don’t grow a big penis and start killing those women by yourself, then you don’t have a job anymore. I don’t need someone else to suck my dick; I have a willing, hot as fuck, piece of meat ready to drain my balls in the next room.”

Jesse started undressing.

“Now, if you don’t mind, I would like to get dressed without you creeping into my room.”

“Fuck. You.”

“Bye, Anita.”

Anita slammed the door.

*

“Please, please, I’ll do anything you say but don’t kill me,” the actress begged Jesse. Jesse said nothing.

The actress got on her knees, frantically unzipping Jesse, releasing his cock in front of her face. She was quite convincing; in fact, the way she was rushing her blowjob really looked like she wanted to please Jesse to save her life.

Anita slowly walked away from the set and sneaked into the actress’s dressing room. She could hear Jesse moan through the walls and that was her safety net; no one would care about her as long as that pig was busy giving the actress the last piece of cock of her life.

Anita gently closed the door and reached inside the actress’s Dr. Martens. Both empty.

“What the fuck,” Anita said to herself.

She looked around, but there was no sign of her socks. Under the couch, in her bag, nothing. She could swear she saw those socks in her shoes. She checked the trash bin, but it was empty.

“Anita! The mattress!” Jack shouted from the set. It was time for the actress to die.

Anita struggled to walk with the mattress in her hands, brushing one of the sides on the ground. She walked on set, where the actress was kneeling, her back to Jesse, her face and tits covered in cum.

“Just in front of her knees, so she will fall on it,” Jack instructed her.

She placed the mattress in front of the actress as told; she looked at her pale skin, soft and smooth. Anita was kneeling next to her, and the two exchanged a smile.

“Thank you,” the actress, hands behind her head, whispered. Anita, without realizing, placed one hand on her hip, feeling her warm, sweaty skin.

“You’re welcome,” she replied, smiling back. The actress was about to die. Anita, well conscious of that physical contact, the last one ever for the actress, moved her eyes up, to stare at Jesse, his dick out dripping cum, the fake gun still firmly against the actress’s head.

She froze that moment in her memory; it was not a souvenir like the underwear, but she could picture herself in the scene from that perspective.

Anita stood up and Cody joined the scene carrying the loaded gun.

“OK, hot gun on set. Please everyone stand back”.

Cody carefully switched the guns.

When Jesse grabbed the real gun, Cody reached in and removed the safety, then stepped back.

“OK, we are rolling. Jesse, when you are ready”.

“Honey, you ready?” Jesse asked the actress.

“Mm-hmm,” she nodded. A bit of panic was creeping in, but she was holding it together. “I just want to say thank you to everybody for helping me do this. It has been really fun.”

“Thank you, love. ACTION!”

Jesse took a couple of seconds. Then pulled the trigger.

The bullet entered the back of the actress’s head, exiting from the forehead carrying blood, pieces of skull and brain. She fell face first on the mattress, her ass contracting and relaxing in death.

“OK, Cody, switch the guns,” Jack instructed, “and as soon as it’s safe, Anita help me get her on the floor and carry away the mattress”.

While Cody stored the used gun in the suitcase, Anita grabbed the actress on the same hip as before, still warm, rolling her on one side as Jack pulled the mattress from under her body.

Then they positioned the body again face down, ready for Jack and Spike to take some more post-death shots.

Anita carried away the mattress, taking the opportunity to go back inside the actress’s dressing room to search for her socks again.

She wanted them so much. The orgasm she had playing with the underwear of the previous actress was so strong she almost fell off her bed. She was chasing that adrenaline rush again. The actress that was shot was in her undies when she died, and she did not want to take those off the dead body; it would be practically impossible to do that unnoticed, and she felt it was a step too far.

She kept searching around the room, in vain.

“We can share.” The voice of Spike made her jump. The shoot was over and he was in the actress’s dressing room.

“You want her socks? We can share, one each,” Spike repeated.

“What are you talking about, Spike?”

“You’re collecting trophies, right?”

“What?” Anita tried to play dumb. Couldn’t she end a day of shooting without embarrassing herself?

“I am. I collect a lot of stuff from dead actresses. Everyone here knows. No one cares. I took her socks after you left with her. I’ll let you have one… I understand.”

“It’s not what it looks like, Spike. I’m just working.”

“Last week you were faster than me with the underwear. This time I was faster than you… but we can share… if you do one thing for me.”

“What… what thing?”

“So I’m right, you want the socks of the dead actress.”

“Fuck me, Spike, yes I took the underwear and I was searching for the socks. You cannot tell anybody. I can’t be fired.”

“No one will fire you. Jack loves you and, again, no one cares. They throw the clothes away anyway.”

“So why should I do something for you?”

“Because I’m willing to share my trophy with you.”

“What do you want?”

“Let me jerk off in front of you.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes. No touching. No cumshot on you. You sit on the couch and I jerk off looking at you.”

“You’re crazy.”

“We do real life snuff films together. Me, and you, and Jack, and Jesse. So yes, we are crazy.”

Anita sat on the couch. She wanted the sock. She was actually intrigued by the thought that she could drive Spike to the edge just by sitting there.

“You are allowed to do it. And then you give me one of the socks.”

“Of course, of course,” said Spike, pulling out his dick. To Anita, having stared at Jesse’s most of the day, it looked ridiculously small.

Spike knelt in front of her, his eyes wandering up and down her body. Her tits through the black t-shirt, her legs filling the black jeans. He focused on the little strip of skin between the end of her pants and the start of her sneaker. Not even a full ankle, just an inch of free skin.

Anita took off her shoes, much to Spike’s amusement. Very slowly she peeled her socks away from her feet. Spike increased his rhythm, his breath rate intensifying while staring at her feet.

“You can come on my feet, but then you have to wipe it clean.”

“Seriously? I can?” replied Spike.

“You can,” said Anita.

It was too much for him. He shot his load over her toes, and all over her feet.

“Oh God, oh God, yes, thank you. God,” Spike mumbled as his cum drenched Anita’s feet.

“Good boy,” Anita said as Spike tried to catch his breath.

“Thank you so much,” said Spike, pulling himself together while grabbing a box of tissues on a table nearby.

As he was wiping Anita’s feet clean he asked, “Left or right sock?”

Anita laughed out loud.

*

As Anita was walking towards the door to leave the studio, Jack called her to his office.

Anita’s stomach clenched: Jack must have discovered something.

She remembered the way he said the words “my dear Jesse” in the morning… and how he stepped right into the toilets after the “attempted blowjob” with Jesse. Not to mention that as she was walking to Jack’s office, she had Spike’s cum sticking her socks to her feet.

Her shame grew even bigger when, walking through the door, she found Jesse waiting in the room with Jack.

“So, this is a bit of a messy one, Anita,” Jack said in a solemn voice.

“The next actress has made a very peculiar request and we can’t find a solution.”

Anita felt her legs give up and reached for a chair. This was not about her after all.

“This lady will shoot for us if we manage to snuff her… while she has Jesse’s cock in her mouth. She wants to die mid-blowjob.”

“She says she will choke on the cock, but let me tell you straight away,” added Jesse, “when people start choking for real, they try to set themselves free. Doesn’t matter how badly they want it.”

“Will people pay to see a young lady biting off Jesse’s dick?” Anita asked with a quirky smile.

“Not funny, Anita,” Jesse said.

“Actually a bit funny, yes, but that… thing is too important for our business,” said Jack, pointing at Jesse.

“I saw a movie once,” Anita said, her words coming out of her mouth faster than she could realize she was actually speaking, “about a Spanish man who was paralyzed after a diving accident.” The room went silent.

“And he spent a lot of years trying to have the state allow him some form of euthanasia, until he managed to do it by himself, by drinking a very specific poison that killed him quite quickly.” Anita grabbed her phone and started typing.

“There. A glass of water mixed with potassium cyanide. He died quickly. I know that because he was filmed by the people helping him, because he wanted to send a strong political message.”

“Are you suggesting…” Jack said in disbelief.

“She drinks the glass, gets Jesse’s cock in her mouth, and dies as she desires.”

“That’s kinda hot,” Jesse said, massaging his cock.

Jack was speechless.

“And you are a fucking weirdo,” Jesse added, pointing at Anita.

“Coming from you, that’s quite a compliment,” Anita said, smiling and giving Jesse the finger.