Troublemaker

Anita went home. It was late afternoon. She had done a good job. She undressed, putting on the “Troublemaker” shirt. The scent of cheap perfume was still there.

She slipped into the blankets. She wanted to masturbate, come, and order sushi. Then maybe come again.

She went to the PWT website. Searched for “troublemaker.” She found the video; as she tried to buy it, creating an account with her e-mail, a banner popped up on screen.

“Hi Anita! This is Jack, your boss, speaking: if you’re reading this, it means you want to check out our works. I bet you do: you want to be prepared and know everything. Exactly the kind of behaviour I expected of a great pro like you. So enjoy our catalogue for free!”

Dear, lovely Jack. Anita smiled and downloaded the video on her phone. As the first seconds played, a cheap animation of the PWT letters on the screen, her phone rang.

“Hello, I’m calling from Steelworks. I got your number from Mr. Steele.”

“OK… OK!” Anita jumped onto her bed. She saw her reflection in the mirror; she was naked from the waist down. This was one of the biggest movie studios in town.

“I… I don’t know Mr. Steele – so maybe there’s an error?”

“My mistake. Mr. Spike Steele. The nephew of Maxwell Steele.”

“Spike… Steele.”

“Yes. Mr Spike said you are co-workers and talked greatly about you. Mr. Steele… Maxwell would like to offer you a position. A second chance. He loves his nephew.”

“I… I am… speechless.”

“You don’t have to say yes right now… would you meet Mr. Steele tomorrow, for lunch?”

“I… yes. I would.”

“I’ll text the details. Take care!”

The person on the other end of the line hung up.

“Fuck me!” Anita collapsed on the bed. Still shocked at what had happened, but also very aroused, she made the decision to process the information the next day.

The actress was quite young; probably in her 20s. She looked even younger, and was made to do so: she had twin ponytails at the sides of her head, her reddish hair (for sure the result of a bright red dye she used, maybe that summer) popping out on the sides made her look more innocent.

She was wearing the “Troublemaker” shirt, tight on her chest, her breasts and nipples showing in all the glory they hold when you are twenty-something.

Anita was well past that; lying down now, her tits would barely make a bump in the shirt.

Just like Anita, the actress was naked from the waist down. Unlike Anita, slowly rubbing her clit with her index finger, building pleasure as slowly as possible, the actress’s hands were tied behind her back, and her feet held together by several loops of strong rope. Her neck was hugged by a tight noose, already making marks in her soft skin.

“We are all set,” said a very familiar voice: Jack, speaking off camera. The edit jumped to another angle, a closeup of the actress’s feet. Spike’s work. You could see her fear just observing how she was moving her toes, unable to relax the only muscles she could move. Then another cut to the full frontal camera.

A notification blocked the view of the video. Jesse had texted her:

“You’re right, I was an asshole last time. I wanted to make you submit to me. Meet me at the studio… we will be alone. I’m most definitely NOT going to kill you. In fact, I’ll make you feel alive,”

Anita swiped the notification away and resumed playback.

“Anything you want to say?”

“I just want to make the viewers happy… are they going to be happy?”

“I’m sure they will be, once we swing you from up there.”

The actress broke into a nervous smile.

“You know what would make them even happier?”

“I can imagine.”

“So tell us, what do you think?”

“That I don’t come down at all and you watch me die.”

“Well that’s… correct. But it’s up to you.”

Silence. 

“That will make me very special, isn’t that true?”

“It will make you the best.”

Jack was talking her into dying in front of the camera. Anita slid one finger inside herself, the palm of her hand firmly pushing down on her clit, moving it up and down.

“I really want to be the hottest girl you have on your catalogue.”

“You don’t seem like a troublemaker to me.”

“Love, what do you think? What if I do it… for real?”

More silence. Then a new notification paused the video again.

“Come on, don’t be shy. I know you want it. I see through your Miss Perfect act. You won’t regret it.”

Anita, using only her left hand, managed to reply without stopping masturbating.

“Ok, I’ll meet you there. Better be worth it.”

Anita resumed playback.

“... if I do it… for real?” The last words made Anita more and more aroused. She was asking her boyfriend for permission – to be hanged till death.

“I think a lot of guys would love it… and so would I.” Anita had her mouth open in total disbelief; she knew that voice. She kept going, faster and faster

“Then… Oh my God, I can’t believe I’m doing this. Then OK, you can keep me up there… until the very end.”

The second camera angle showed a closeup of her pussy. Dripping. Either peeing in fear or… she was aroused in a way that Anita envied.

“So maybe one last kiss, what do you say?” Jack said to the actress’s boyfriend – and it was Jesse who walked on set.

He kissed the actress passionately.

“You are making a lot of people happy.”

“Thank you for letting me do it, my dear Jesse.”

My dear Jesse. My fucking dear Jesse.

The noose was hoisted upwards. The actress’s face morphed into an expression of pure pain. She was fully suspended. By her neck.

She started rotating, showing a great ass about to become food for worms. Her hands, at first closed in fists, opened wide: it looked like she was asking for them to stop.

The actress tried to kick, but the ropes held her straight. When she completed a full 360° and came back facing the camera, her face was no longer in pain. Her eyes, open, looked nowhere. Drool was coming out of her mouth and onto the shirt.

Her stomach contracted violently twice, then another time, a final time. She pissed herself.

Anita rubbed herself harder and harder, before coming harder than ever. She moaned loudly, hoping her neighbours were not home. Her head was spinning. The video kept playing, her phone now lost in the blankets. She tried to calm her breathing. She fell asleep filled with joy.