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into his mouth. He hunched his hips forward, humping like a dog. She squealed feigned delight and surprise, but then she giggled, and he felt his rage jack up another notch. She was laughing at him—that much was obvious. Her piggy California face split in a wide white grin, giggling at him as if he were a joke.
    He pushed the alien thoughts away. Apparently he had been drifting in his own daydreams—the director was already calling for the pop shot, and he panicked when he felt his erection starting to wilt.
    Jynx bit her lip, playing for the camera, before kissing Sugar. He watched their tongues touch delicately, then reached down to wrap his hand around Jynx's throat. He squeezed, slowly, inexorably, At first, she only moaned deep in her throat, playing along, then she whimpered. Sugar brushed a hand over his, glaring at him, then tried to pull his hand loose, digging in with her nails.
    "Go easy on her, brother ," Sugar snarled, raking at his arm with her nails, trying and failing to make it look playful for the camera.
    "What the fuck are you doing?" Monty hissed. "I said no rough stuff."
    Christian's mind filled with images of Katrina. The fear in her eyes, the way it made her tighten around him, her panting, those delicate white puffs of air from her lungs in the cold air of the schoolhouse, the subtle creak of Skin's finger on the trigger. The delicious seconds before the moment of the blast, watching with memory's eyes as the light glinted from Skin's gun. Jynx struggled, trying to get her foot up between them to push him off.
    "Goddammit, you're going to choke her out," The director staged-whispered from behind him. Christian barely heard. His arms were stiff as steel cables, holding her down while he fucked her into the bed. His balls slapped against her ass, her eyes beginning to roll back in her head. Her face darkened to red, and still he squeezed.
    In his mind, Skin pressed the gun against Katrina's head, and when it went off, so did Christian. Brains and teeth flew. In his vision, he painted himself with the gore, smearing it over his mouth, over his cock. Heat bloomed in his belly, and his balls tightened. He pulled out and sprayed cum so far it hit the back of his hand around her throat, then the brunette's face, and then one glob launched itself straight into Sugar's eye. She flinched but held her composure, smiling as if showing her teeth was painful.
    "Fuck!" Christian shouted, his mind filled with blood, the gore spouting from Katrina's head, the weeping red ruin of her face. The Californian sun streaming through the windows blinded him, but the visions overpowered even that.
    Everyone in the room paused, the silence broken only by Christian's panting breath.
    "Cut!" The director shouted. Before he had finished speaking, Sugar was up shrieking in Christian's face.
    "You fucking prick! You signed the same paper we did, and you just pissed all over it." She turned to Monty. "I want you to make sure this faggot never works in this town again. He came in my fucking eye!" She scrubbed furiously at the corner of her eye with a tissue.
    He opened his mouth to apologize, but she was already pulling Jynx into the bathroom with her. The door slammed behind them.
    "Sorry, man," Monty said, shrugging. "But that was kind of a dick move. Pardon the pun." He sighed, rubbing at his nose, perhaps in anticipation of another bump of coke. "I should be able to salvage something with a couple of cuts. Now, I can't have you back, you understand, but I'll put in a good word for you with someone else. Have you ever heard of Golden Eagle pictures?" Monty motioned for Christian to follow.
    Christian, still dazed, followed him to another room to get paid.
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER SEVEN
     
     
    The freaks were out tonight. They swarmed as soon as Sugar signed in and turned on her webcam. Friday was a real moneymaker, and even as shitty as she felt, Sugar could use the cash.
    She had been feeling poorly for weeks; ever