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He was on his way to meet Treena, one of his models. Correction...she was actually the chick he had been seeing lately, and also happened to be one of his models. He hadn’t seen her in a while, and he was about ready for some wild lovin’ along about now, and Treena was unbelievable in the sack. God, what that girl could do to a man!

He turned onto the street that ran past the old mushroom factory, and right by Treena’s apartment complex. He caught wind of the mushroom stench as he though about what he had to do with her tonight aside from the obvious romp in the hay. He envisioned the bedsheets he owned, and how they would look if he pinned them up to the wall of his bedroom and took pictures of her with them as a backdrop. The blue print would be okay, but the green polka-dot sheet might suck, he thought.

He crossed over the tracks and turned into her parking lot, swung the car around, and pulled up right in front of her townhouse. He put the car in park and waited. 

He never went in or knocked on their door when he went there. She lived with her mom, not that that mattered, but it just wasn’t his style to be the gentleman and go in, at least not with Treena. She was the type of girl that thrived on being mistreated, and it took no special dumb fuck to figure out that if you treat her type too good she'll end up taking advantage of it in the worst way. She would see him eventually, so he waited. And waited. Man did he wait. Fifteen minutes went bye, with him listening to the local hard rock station, and the usual four o’clock jabbering about the weather, traffic, and the next Marylin Manson Concert. Occasionally he glanced at her window, but nothing stirred. 

He began to grow irritable. Finally, he put the ‘bird in gear, and pulled ahead fast, like he was leaving. He got out to the road and turned his head slightly, just enough to see someone opening the front door of her place....waving frantically. He backed up and waited some more. Treena finally came out to the car, looking unbelievably gorgeous in a short light-green cocktail dress. Her long dark-flowing hair, sexy bare legs, and deep dark penetrating eyes instantly intoxicated him as she threw a bag of stuff in his back seat and got in. “Drive” she said, looking at him with those big, brown sexy eyes and a curiously coquetish smile. He drove.

“So, you gonna let me make you a star?” he asked as he changed lanes. She replied “Babe, I’m already a star, I’m just giving you and Danny a chance to ride my wave” and she laughed out loud. Ronny played along and said “I know, and we’re both honored...HEY, he better not be riding your wave too!”
He swung the ‘bird onto the boulevard and put the pedal to the metal as she stretched her long beautiful legs across his lap, her short dress revealing her dark mound to him and only him. “MMMMM” he thought, as they approached his street. “What I am gonna do to that lovely hole.”

They arrived at his house without incidence, save the fact that she was rubbing his throbbing bulge with her feet all the way there, and he was just about breathless. Other than that, not much happened.  As always, he opened the car door for her, and she strutted to his back door like Marilyn Monroe reincarnated, flipping her long chestnut hair over her fur collar as she approached his house. He followed the click of her spike heels, then moved past her and opened his door, then watching her little ass sway to and fro as she climbed his stairs. Unreal.

Once inside, he began to get ready for the shoot, and she began to systematically spread her clothes out on his big bed. Eventually he couldn’t resist taking a closer look. She showed him all her sexy outfits from her little skimpy leather shorts to the sheer, slinky evening gown, and everything in between, including the lingerie, some of which was see- through. She eventually grabbed him and pulled him down on her, saying “Listen you....we
are going to have fun tonight, right?”
“More fun than you know hon” Ronny replied as his hard bulge pushed against her own hard mound. “I have something to show you too” he said.
“I know what you have for me” she said sexily as she thrust her crotch against him lustily. They kissed passionately for what seemed like days, then a car honked outside the house. “Oh, that’s my friend” said Treena as she squirmed out from under Ronny. He wordlessly mouthed the word ‘Friend?’ he thought, looking rather puzzled. She rushed to the door, pulling on her jacket and straightening her dress. “I’ll be back in a half-an-hour” she said as
she kissed him quickly. He managed to compose himself enough to say “okay, uh...you going for drugs or what?” he hated her little habit.
“No hun....I’m just going to get some cash” she chuckled as she skipped out the door. "cash"...uh, ya sure, cash, he thought. Why doesn't she use a cash machine like normal people? The phone started ringing at that moment, and he rushed over to pick it up. “Hello?” he said, and heard a car door open, the person on the other end saying “hey, how’s it goin?” He listened. He heard Treena say “Not bad. So, what’s the good word?” The man’s voice said “Well, there’s some great stuff on 30th street by the river, or in the north end on 121st. I say we try the north end first”
“Sounds good to me” he heard Treena’s voice say, and a few seconds later, whoever the guy was decided to hang up the phone. “Fuck!” he thought. “I knew she was doing drugs, but I didn’t think she’d lie to me about it.” Ronny was a little naive about these things. In truth, he knew full well that Treena used drugs. She was smoking crack while he ate her out the last time they were together, right? He should know better. But, she was so fucking beautiful!
 
 

He sat at his computer and started to work on his web pages. Ronny had an online Modeling business that was doing pretty good. All he did was contact models on the internet and offer them free web pages. When a company contacted him with work for that model, he just offered the work to her, minus a referal fee....simple. The work was plentiful, and the referral fees were too. But, he saw real potential with Treena. He could design a website for her, with some raunchy nude pics and maybe even some pictures of her and him doing the wild thing. A pay site was uppermost in his mind. There was potential...but only if she played it smart. She had done some amateur videos with him and Danny already, and had made some good coin for herself too. There would be more opportunities with Danny for her as long as Danny didn't find out about her fucking crack habit, However, he really wanted to get some online income happening with her too. She was the type of chick that men would pay to see naked, and she loved to be naked.

 Danny was a guy that Ronny had met about 4 years earlier. He was tall and skinny with a few million funny marks on his face, but man, what that guy could do with his computer. He had proposed an online business deal to Ronny about a year after they met, and they had been partners ever since. The money from that had been good and steady, but Ronny wanted more, and was now working hard on his own ideas as well as Danny’s stuff.

He opened up his inbox, and found about 6 messages from other models wanting work. Kewl, this is so cool he thought, and started reading the first one.

After about 2 hours, he decided to get pissed off, and he bagged up Treena’s clothes and stuff and put them outside. He fired up the ‘bird and drove around for about ten minutes, then went to the grocery store. He bought some fruit, steak, juice, and frozen vegetables. As he was going through the checkout, he mused that the checkout girl was quite “doable”.
Fuck, he really had to get himself a solid girlfriend.

When he got home, the first thing he noticed was that Treena’s bag of shit was gone from beside his door. “Cool” he thought, “she’s obviously fucked up” and he went in and put his groceries away.

After a satisfying steak barbecue, he settled back down at his computer, just as the phone rang. He ignored it, letting his machine pick up. It was her. He knew it was her, even though she left no message...it just “felt” like her. He thought “I bet she’s pissed at me real good” and gave a little half-chuckle. “Well, fuck her...fuck her for ruining what should have been a great night” and he worked for awhile, then hit the sheets early.

He slept soundly, very soundly in fact. In the deep stillness of the night, it seemed nothing could wake him, yet somehow, something did. He slowly opened his eyes, staring up until the ceiling came into focus. His mind came into focus much later. Getting out of bed was a chore, and he padded across the living room floor to the bathroom and sat his ass down naked on the pot. He always sat to whiz at times like this when he was likely to wobble and miss the mark. He stood up and flushed, then headed back to bed. He thought he heard something down the back stairs...”nahh, just a car or something”. But it had sounded awful close, almost ‘inside’ like. Just cobwebs he thought as he slipped back between his black satin sheets.

Her lithe silhouette appeared in the doorway to his bedroom a few moments later, backdropped by the faint light from the streetlamp shining through his living room window. His heart skipped a few beats, then he reached up for the light. “Don’t” was all she said. It was her. He thought “okay, she has a screw loose, okay, but I could forgive her enough to....” she raised her arm at him in the dark and said “that’s the last time any man locks me out”
“Well, you’re in now” he snorted.
“Fuck you Ronny”

He was thinking now. Was that a gun? He could just make out something black and pointy in her hand...pointing at him. It could be a knife. “You been hitting the coke pretty hard, no? I think you’ve kinda lost it hon”
“Don’t 'hun' me you fucking prick!” she drawled as she staggered a little to the left. He envisioned the last 5 or 6 hours...her at home, smoking rock after rock of the vilest crack one could find, alone in her room. Hmmm, maybe her daddy didn’t spank her enough as a child or something....lack of fatherly attention syndrome or something to that effect. Whatever. He would have to make his move fast. He did. He was betting on it being a knife...he was wrong. Treena let out a loud squeal as she fired point blank at Ronny. The bullet hit him in the upper thigh and tore clean through and into his huge waterbed. Aside from the shock and initial blast of hot pain, the uppermost though of his was to get off the bed, as his weight would cause it to drain. He felt warm wetness all over as he rolled onto the floor. Was it blood or water? Whatever it was, his weird reaction to being shot may have been the very thing that saved him.

She must have thought that she had killed him by the thud she heard as he hit the floor, that is...if she was thinking at all. She turned and walked over to his computer, hesitated for a second, then began to slowly raise her arm again. “Not my ‘puter...no...not that!” he thought, and he was up fast, ignoring the searing pain shooting the length of his leg into his lower back. He took three steps and dove at her, connecting just as she fired. A vase exploded just to the right of the monitor, and the two of them crashed through the glass coffee table. He landed on her, knocking the wind out of her. He recovered first, and swatted her across the side of the head good and hard, snapping her head sideways. She let out a stunned “unnggg” sound. He grabbed her by the Jacket and yanked her to her feet as she gasped to recover her breath and her wits.

Ronny was a pretty big boy, almost 6 and a half feet tall, weighing over 220 lbs, and quite muscley. Treena was a fairly tall but very slender girl. She couldn’t have weighed more than 110 lbs soaking wet. Ronny threw her like a rag doll, enraged by the now dark throbbing pain. He hobbled after her, wincing at every step, driven by his now blind rage.

Some animal-slash-drug-induced instinct must have kicked in for Treena as well, as she crashed on the floor a good ten feet from Him. She got up fast, picked up a heavy ornament from a nearby bookcase and flung it point blank at Ronny. He saw only a flash in the dark. It hit him, albeit glancingly, on the side of the head. He staggered sideways and hit the wall, fighting to remain standing. She lunged past him, going for the gun. Where was it? She located it quickly....'crack must improve your night vision too' he marveled. Then he dove for cover as another shot rang out in the night, the room lighting up from the muzzle-flash. This bullet bit deep into solid...plaster. The houses in the area were very old, and very soundproof. Even gunshots wouldn’t disturb anyone, and the weapon she chose wasn’t the loudest anyway. Lucky for her at this point.

Ronny scrambled on his hands and one good leg to the stairway, grabbed the chrome handrail and swung himself down the stairs. He gained his feet at the second landing that led to the basement, and jumped. When he hit the basement floor, he discovered a whole new world of pain as a hot poker was jabbed into his thigh. He limped quickly through the old stone-walled basement, through to the little scary boiler room in the back, and hid there, waiting... and bleeding. He held his breath and listened....nothing. Not a peep. He began to wonder if she had simply blacked out or what? Could he ever BE that lucky? He didn’t think so. He waited and waited, and then he heard something....a tinkle of glass? He couldn’t be sure. He thought “What the fuck is UP with this bitch? Christ, she is one fucked-up chicky...methinks she needs a ‘checkup from the neck-up’ or something.” He looked around for a weapon of some kind, found nothing useful-looking. He could barely see anything anyway, it was pitch-dark, and cold....god was it cold. No insulation in the ol’ “Freddy Krueger” basement, and he just had to sleep naked, didn't he? He was freezing his wee-wee off. Better that than having her shoot it off for him though. No, he wouldn’t complain. He tried to breath quietly so as not to give away his position.

A light snapped on somewhere in another part of the basement. That psycho-drawl of hers said “Hey fucker, I know you’re down here....c’mon out so’s I can shoot your ass off.” 
“Yeah, that’s next on my list” he thought, and it occurred to him that she may be able to follow his blood-spatters right to him. He needed an edge so he began feeling around on the cold floor. He found one.
 
 

When she came close enough, in order to turn on the light, she would have to come all the way into the room and reach for the cord which dangled invitingly. Hmmm, he waited for her and schemed. She eventually approached the open doorway, her now wild-haired shadowy image sent a chill through him. As she stretched out her arm to find the light cord, he acted. He tossed the little scrap of wood past her that he'd found. Out into the basement it sailed and hit...whatever, and made a loud clattering sound. She turned and fired in that direction, and it was game-over for her. Ronny stood up and hit her with his huge fist square on the side of her head sending her flying, the gun clattering on the cement floor. She hit the rock wall and slid to the floor, out cold.

When she awoke, the blurry image of Ronny was staring at her. She was sitting up, tied to a chair, still in the boiler room, with the light now on. Ronny had the gun now, and was wearing sweatpants and a big green shirt. She looked around, somewhat confused-like, then seemed to focus on him. “What’r you gonna do to me?” she said weakly. “Well, I wouldn’t be so pissed if you hadn’t tried to shoot my ‘puter. It was bad enough that you toasted my waterbed. Now I’m just gonna have to teach you a lesson.” He pointed the gun at her and said in an all-too-serious voice “beg bitch....beg me not to kill you”
“Fuck you Ronny!”
“That’s TWICE you've said that to me today bitch. That's not what I asked for!”
“If you kill me, the cops’ll know”
“Hey, sorry hon...the way I see it, YOU broke in here all coked up and tried to kill me. If I shoot you at close range, I can say we struggled and the gun went off and....OOPSY!” and he splayed his arms out, a sarcastic look on his face. He raised the gun right at her face and repeated it, lower this time..”You're gonna have to BEG.”

She winced and turned her head to the side, realizing all at once that there was a video camera on a tripod pointing at her, showing a red light. He was filming. He was filming another murder scene, like the one she had acted in for Danny. What a prick. And...”I’ll be god-damned” she thought..”I’m naked."

Ronny held the gun to the side of her head. “I don’t hear you.”
“Okay, okay....please” she began to sob, but she was still so high, and the drugs would not let the tears come. “L-let me go Ronny...I-I’ll do anything you say. I'll,...I'll,.. I'll let you fuck me in the ass like you wanted”
“Oh, I know you will you little psycho-bitch-from-hell-on-a-flaming-motorcycle. I KNOW you will.” he said with an evil glassy glint in his eyes, as he loosened the drawstring on his sweatpants. His free hand guided his half-swolen organ to her lips, and he whispered "If I feel the slightest pain, I blow your head a new air-vent"
She slowly opened her mouth and took him in, her full lips sliding down his hardening shaft. He sighed, and she let out a low moan from somewhere deep in her throat as she began to bob and twist her head as she savoured him. It took only about three or four minutes of watching her angelic face and supple lips massaging his big cock for her to get him off. He spurted huge thick gobs of bubbly-white goo down her throat, and she swallowed it all. He ebbed and throbbed in her mouth for some time, squeezing out every drop, and she continued to suck him to the end.
Once both had caught their breath, she again looked up at him imploringly and croaked out “Okay, you got what you wanted, right Ronny? Just let me go now, okay? Please....please??”
Ronny was leaning against the ancient doorframe about 4 feet away from her, still not quite fully recovered. “Not an option right now. And you know something else? Your begging could really use some work.”
“Fuck you.” She barked.
“Fine, have it your way...”
He moved directly in front of her and then backed off a step, and said “Hey, look, up here..”
She looked, saw him aiming for her and started to look away in terror, just as he pulled the trigger. There were only 3 rounds left in the thing, he noticed earlier, so he shot her once in the belly, hitting her square in the navel, and twice in the chest. The first bullet caused her to utter another gutteral “uhhhNNNgg” as a gusher of blood flowed heavily back out of her smashed-in navel. The shots were only seconds apart, and the second one smacked into one of her nice firm left tit, causing it to bobble in and out, and causing her head to snap back in breathless pain. The third shot quickly put an end to her miserable existence, and it cracked through her breast-bone and ruptured her heart. A trickle of blood ran out of her mouth, her head jerked once or twice, then.....a blank dead-eyed stare that nearly sent another chill of pleasure through him.

He stepped forward to look closer, and noticed the crimson gore running down the rock wall behind her. Blood was pouring out of her everywhere, running down her body in little rivers. The camera caught everything, that was for sure! “Kewl” he thought. Danny would just freak over this one, no doubt. It would be a box-office smash-hit. Not bad for his first solo project. He began getting things ready for the cops. His biggest acting role of the night was yet to be played, and there would be no retakes. He had to pull it off perfect the first time. He would.

As for the video, well, so far Danny’s stuff had been just as real-looking as the real thing, so, if one “really-real” one was slipped in there, well.....would anyone really know? Hard to say. They would probably assume that it was just another fantasy production, and rave about it for it’s realism. Maybe in a few months, some of the fans of their stuff will say “hey, how come you guys never make any more movies with Treena?” or “Where’s Treena?” or “how-the-fuck is Treena?”
He would have to come up with something then. Maybe he would say something “kewl” like “Sorry guys, but she’s DEAD tired” or “She’s taking an extended dirt-nap.”

He called the man from Fed-ex about a week later, after the dust had settled, and the “Drug-crazed woman tries to kill boyfriend--dies in struggle” headlines in the local papers had all but died down as well. He dropped the video cassette into the the heavily padded envelope, and thought "Yeah, Danny is going to FREAK over this one, not to mention all our fans. Ab-so-lutely freak." 

He was correct in that ssumption more than he ever dreamed.