The movie ran on the screen. Her film debut. Her big love scene was up on the screen. Tracy had given her all for that film. Dealt with the leading man who laughed when he farted under the covers on set. She felt so dirty after she’d finished her scenes. Damn him! Damn them all for their insufferable arrogance. Damn them for lying to her.
Now she had plotted her revenge. She waited in the gathering dark wrapped only in a sheet. The control for the hidden cameras was tucked down the side of the chair. Tracy had left the invitation on the director’s desk. She knew he wouldn’t resist. He’d sat there during the filming stroking his hard on through his jeans.
Tracy would get her revenge. She set it up with the director’s assistant. When they were done, YouTube was going to get the video. They would pay for turning everything into a cheap fuck film.
I wasn’t sure where this was going to go at first. Some romantic interlude, a tease for a lover. The longer I looked at the picture, the more I realized just how pissed she looked. Revenge… So, I wrote a tale of revenge.
Our dear Panser gave us that wonderful photo, a word limit of 60-160 and the phrase, the gathering dark. If you’d like to play, visit Panser’s blog on a Monday and see if the selection titillates your writing taste buds.