It was just me and the fucked up couple.Part of me wanted to run like a bitch. I really enjoyed fucking Raylea but it had seemed stilted and broken un...til we had turned off the camera. There was no camera, but now the audience weren’t my sex slaves. Shit. I walked into my bedroom.“Go get a quick shower,” Felix said as he shut my closet doors for the first time in a years.“I’ll come clean off with you when we’re ready,” Raylea said.“Uh...” I did that. I went to the shower. I still had my. I never had boy friends, I had guys who wanted to fuck my cunt. Girlfriends? Naw, I knew girls who tolerated and talked to me, but we weren't friends. You couldn't be friends with a slut, the reputation might rub off on you. Of course, a guy could be a slut and nobody cared. I had learned long ago that life was unfair.That was one thing my brother and his friends had taught me well, the same guy who was pumping his stuff in me would be bragging to his best buds about how his latest girl would. It had no sidewalks, and was flanked by no consumer-oriented stores or places of employment. It connected to US 90, forty miles to the west, but those who traveled it eastward were seldom Onteora bound. At a distance the girl was ordinary-looking: medium height, a broad-shouldered but bosomy build, shoulder-length blonde hair. She was probably in her early twenties. She wore a heavy wool sweater, blue jeans, and work boots. A shabby satchel of modest size dangled from her right hand. Her walk. I had to channel my mother to give her a stern look, ratherthan burst out laughing.Annie's efforts at breaking into movies were also bearing fruit. She won acontract to do make-up special effects for a new horror movie. We broughtall the actors to our studio for their 3D imaging sessions, then Annie andVera applied their prostheses on set in one of the film company's trailerswhich we fitted out specially.The Producer was very pleased, and the actors were delighted that theywouldn't have to.