trailer. The blond man leaned back into the door and said, “We were never here. You never met him. This never happened.”
The screen door slammed shut. Awhile later, an engine started and a vehicle pulled away from the trailer.
Sherry rushed to the door and closed it, saying, “What the hell was that ?”
“Who was that guy?” Philpott said.
“I don’t know.” She put the gun back in the drawer, then started pacing the living room again. “Where’s Andy, dammit?”
“Um ... care to, uh, pick up where we left off?”
“Oh, I’m sorry, hon, but that kinda blew the mood for me, you know? Mysterious men who come and cart off a dead body? There’s something creepy about that.”
“Yeah. Well ... you want me to wait here for Andy with you?”
“Yeah, please don’t leave me here all by myself, Philpott. I don’t want to wait for him alone.”
“Okay, then, we’ll wait together.”
* * * *
In unit five, Regent smiled.
They were all the same, these women. No matter what they said at first, no matter how opposed they claimed to be to the idea, once that camera was on them, they always ended up playing to it – they loved the attention, the focus on them, just them.
Regent and Garner had spent the last two hours taking turns shooting Heather and fucking her, and she had put on a memorable performance. All that crying and wailing, all that wincing and sobbing – it had been endless, and it had been wonderful, some of the best footage he’d gotten in awhile.
Garner was in the shower. Regent wiped the sticky perspiration from his body with a towel as Heather sat on the edge of the bed, naked. She seemed deflated, empty somehow. She stared at nothing, her mouth open, her eyes a little wider than they should be.
There was a spot of blood on the bed. Regent figured that had probably come from the anal sex. She’d screamed when he’d entered her anus, and her screaming had made him harder.
“You were incredible,” Regent said. “Really. I mean it. My members are going to love you.”
She did not look at him or respond. She stood very slowly, then limped around the room collecting her clothes. She put them on the bed and slowly, clumsily began to dress.
“You want something to drink?” he said.
Still, she said nothing as she put on her panties, then stepped into her skirt and pulled it up her legs, buttoned it, then pulled her shirt over her head. She wobbled as she stepped into her shoes, then bent down to pick up her purse. When she stood up, her back was to him. She stood there, facing the wall, for several long seconds as he watched her.
“You okay?” he said with a smile.
“Where’s my money?” she said, voice cracking.
“Sure, I’ll get your money. No need to rush off, though. Let’s have a drink. I’d like to talk to you about possibly doing this again. I really think you’re going to take off on the site.”
Heather turned around slowly until she stood facing him. Her face looked longer, somehow – as if it had been stretched. She seemed paler than before. Her hair was all over the place and her eyes were puffy. She looked exactly like what she was – a woman who’d just had a whole lot of great sex.
“I want my money now,” she said.
“Oh. All right. Hang on, I’ll be right back.” He went into his bedroom, to a cashbox on his dresser. He got the money and went back into the studio. He held out the money and Heather snatched it from his hand.
She reached around and stuffed the money into her purse. Then she turned and headed for the door.
Regent grabbed her arm and said, “Wait, I thought we could – “
Something broke in her then, and she jerked her arm out of his grasp and turned to him with wide eyes and lips pulled back tight over her teeth, and she screamed at him, “Don’t you touch me!” She started crying then, and it was a powerful cry that moved through her whole body and made her bend over as if she had cramps. Her sobs turned into
The screen door slammed shut. Awhile later, an engine started and a vehicle pulled away from the trailer.
Sherry rushed to the door and closed it, saying, “What the hell was that ?”
“Who was that guy?” Philpott said.
“I don’t know.” She put the gun back in the drawer, then started pacing the living room again. “Where’s Andy, dammit?”
“Um ... care to, uh, pick up where we left off?”
“Oh, I’m sorry, hon, but that kinda blew the mood for me, you know? Mysterious men who come and cart off a dead body? There’s something creepy about that.”
“Yeah. Well ... you want me to wait here for Andy with you?”
“Yeah, please don’t leave me here all by myself, Philpott. I don’t want to wait for him alone.”
“Okay, then, we’ll wait together.”
* * * *
In unit five, Regent smiled.
They were all the same, these women. No matter what they said at first, no matter how opposed they claimed to be to the idea, once that camera was on them, they always ended up playing to it – they loved the attention, the focus on them, just them.
Regent and Garner had spent the last two hours taking turns shooting Heather and fucking her, and she had put on a memorable performance. All that crying and wailing, all that wincing and sobbing – it had been endless, and it had been wonderful, some of the best footage he’d gotten in awhile.
Garner was in the shower. Regent wiped the sticky perspiration from his body with a towel as Heather sat on the edge of the bed, naked. She seemed deflated, empty somehow. She stared at nothing, her mouth open, her eyes a little wider than they should be.
There was a spot of blood on the bed. Regent figured that had probably come from the anal sex. She’d screamed when he’d entered her anus, and her screaming had made him harder.
“You were incredible,” Regent said. “Really. I mean it. My members are going to love you.”
She did not look at him or respond. She stood very slowly, then limped around the room collecting her clothes. She put them on the bed and slowly, clumsily began to dress.
“You want something to drink?” he said.
Still, she said nothing as she put on her panties, then stepped into her skirt and pulled it up her legs, buttoned it, then pulled her shirt over her head. She wobbled as she stepped into her shoes, then bent down to pick up her purse. When she stood up, her back was to him. She stood there, facing the wall, for several long seconds as he watched her.
“You okay?” he said with a smile.
“Where’s my money?” she said, voice cracking.
“Sure, I’ll get your money. No need to rush off, though. Let’s have a drink. I’d like to talk to you about possibly doing this again. I really think you’re going to take off on the site.”
Heather turned around slowly until she stood facing him. Her face looked longer, somehow – as if it had been stretched. She seemed paler than before. Her hair was all over the place and her eyes were puffy. She looked exactly like what she was – a woman who’d just had a whole lot of great sex.
“I want my money now,” she said.
“Oh. All right. Hang on, I’ll be right back.” He went into his bedroom, to a cashbox on his dresser. He got the money and went back into the studio. He held out the money and Heather snatched it from his hand.
She reached around and stuffed the money into her purse. Then she turned and headed for the door.
Regent grabbed her arm and said, “Wait, I thought we could – “
Something broke in her then, and she jerked her arm out of his grasp and turned to him with wide eyes and lips pulled back tight over her teeth, and she screamed at him, “Don’t you touch me!” She started crying then, and it was a powerful cry that moved through her whole body and made her bend over as if she had cramps. Her sobs turned into
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