fair that you fuck him.” Liza stuck her chin out, resolute in her logic.
“Okay, I’ll do the fucking, but you need to make sure you get good angles and stuff. We wanna give Dan his money’s worth so he doesn’t think about stiffin’ us.”
Liza started giggling and Chantal just stared. “What the fuck’s so funny?”
“Stiffin’!” Liza snorted.
“Oh for Christ’s sakes! Just get the camera!”
It took them fifteen minutes to get the room set up the way they wanted it, and another ten to adjust the lights to amplify the scene and minimize the shadows cast by the furniture. The john had been dead for well over an hour by the time Liza turned the camera on.
Chantal lubed up his erection, straddled the corpse, and slid onto the dead flesh.
“Do you think I should be using a condom?”
“I don’t know, Chantal. It’s not like he’s gonna cum or anything. What does it feel like?”
“It’s really hard but kinda weird. Not cold yet, but not warm either. At least he doesn’t smell like a homeless dude.”
“Crazy.”
“Yeah. Well, let’s do this. Remember to only get the good side of my face, okay?”
“Okay. Yeah, I will. Try to act like you like it.”
“I’m trying to, it’s just really weird. Make sure you get some shots of his cock sliding in and out. Close up, like.”
“I am. Real close up. Grab your tits and make a face like you’re moaning. We’ll edit the sound out. Now lean over and brush them up against his tongue since it’s sticking out like that. Go slow and play it up. That’s good. That’s hot. Do it again.”
“What the fuck? Did he just burp? Aw gross! That smells awful!”
“Try not to push on his stomach like that. I think there’s some shit squirting out when you do.”
“Just get the shots. I don’t know how long I can do this.”
Chantal performed and Liza taped. For over an hour it went on, until Chantal feared she may throw up from the smell of his stomach gases belching out of his mouth and into her face. She maintained her composure, though, thinking of the million dollars awaiting her.
When she felt they had enough, Chantal told Liza to shut the camera off, enduring one more gust of foul wind as she pressed on his chest to climb off of him. What the hell did this guy eat? She didn’t see Liza standing behind her until she turned around and bumped into her.
“What the fuck, Liza?” Something cold and hard pressed against her bare midriff.
“I’m sorry, Chantal. But I think I’ll be needing the whole million for myself.” Liza pushed the blade of the knife in as far as she could, wrenching and twisting when she met resistance. The shocked look on Chantal’s face was priceless.
Dumb bitch always thought she was so much smarter than me, thought Liza.
Chantal fell to the floor, her hands slippery with her own blood, trying to pull the knife out of her guts.
The blade had gone upward, puncturing a lung and stopping her from drawing a breath to scream. As she lay dying on the floor, she could see Liza where she sat calmly at the table, waiting.
“Sorry. I guess I don’t need a best friend.” Liza watched as the life in Chantal’s eyes faded, then gathered a few belongings into a bag. She packed the camera and grabbed the phone out of Chantal’s purse. “You won’t be needing this.”
Grabbing a heavy coat off the hook on the back of the door, she walked out into the night, leaving Chantal’s body with that of the dead john.
***
Liza paced across the grass, stopping every few seconds to scan the park around her. Things hadn’t gone the way she had hoped when she called Dan. Just thinking about the conversation made her angry.
My deal was with Chantal, not you. I suppose I can work with you, but I’m going to need a little something extra. Dan sounded cold and confident on the phone, and she couldn’t exactly argue with the man. Take it or leave it. It’s not like you can take me to court for breach of contract.
“Where the
“Okay, I’ll do the fucking, but you need to make sure you get good angles and stuff. We wanna give Dan his money’s worth so he doesn’t think about stiffin’ us.”
Liza started giggling and Chantal just stared. “What the fuck’s so funny?”
“Stiffin’!” Liza snorted.
“Oh for Christ’s sakes! Just get the camera!”
It took them fifteen minutes to get the room set up the way they wanted it, and another ten to adjust the lights to amplify the scene and minimize the shadows cast by the furniture. The john had been dead for well over an hour by the time Liza turned the camera on.
Chantal lubed up his erection, straddled the corpse, and slid onto the dead flesh.
“Do you think I should be using a condom?”
“I don’t know, Chantal. It’s not like he’s gonna cum or anything. What does it feel like?”
“It’s really hard but kinda weird. Not cold yet, but not warm either. At least he doesn’t smell like a homeless dude.”
“Crazy.”
“Yeah. Well, let’s do this. Remember to only get the good side of my face, okay?”
“Okay. Yeah, I will. Try to act like you like it.”
“I’m trying to, it’s just really weird. Make sure you get some shots of his cock sliding in and out. Close up, like.”
“I am. Real close up. Grab your tits and make a face like you’re moaning. We’ll edit the sound out. Now lean over and brush them up against his tongue since it’s sticking out like that. Go slow and play it up. That’s good. That’s hot. Do it again.”
“What the fuck? Did he just burp? Aw gross! That smells awful!”
“Try not to push on his stomach like that. I think there’s some shit squirting out when you do.”
“Just get the shots. I don’t know how long I can do this.”
Chantal performed and Liza taped. For over an hour it went on, until Chantal feared she may throw up from the smell of his stomach gases belching out of his mouth and into her face. She maintained her composure, though, thinking of the million dollars awaiting her.
When she felt they had enough, Chantal told Liza to shut the camera off, enduring one more gust of foul wind as she pressed on his chest to climb off of him. What the hell did this guy eat? She didn’t see Liza standing behind her until she turned around and bumped into her.
“What the fuck, Liza?” Something cold and hard pressed against her bare midriff.
“I’m sorry, Chantal. But I think I’ll be needing the whole million for myself.” Liza pushed the blade of the knife in as far as she could, wrenching and twisting when she met resistance. The shocked look on Chantal’s face was priceless.
Dumb bitch always thought she was so much smarter than me, thought Liza.
Chantal fell to the floor, her hands slippery with her own blood, trying to pull the knife out of her guts.
The blade had gone upward, puncturing a lung and stopping her from drawing a breath to scream. As she lay dying on the floor, she could see Liza where she sat calmly at the table, waiting.
“Sorry. I guess I don’t need a best friend.” Liza watched as the life in Chantal’s eyes faded, then gathered a few belongings into a bag. She packed the camera and grabbed the phone out of Chantal’s purse. “You won’t be needing this.”
Grabbing a heavy coat off the hook on the back of the door, she walked out into the night, leaving Chantal’s body with that of the dead john.
***
Liza paced across the grass, stopping every few seconds to scan the park around her. Things hadn’t gone the way she had hoped when she called Dan. Just thinking about the conversation made her angry.
My deal was with Chantal, not you. I suppose I can work with you, but I’m going to need a little something extra. Dan sounded cold and confident on the phone, and she couldn’t exactly argue with the man. Take it or leave it. It’s not like you can take me to court for breach of contract.
“Where the
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