Devils: Cutthroat 99 MC

by Evelyn Glass

  “Really? Wilder?” The humor was gone. Something was bothering her. “Be careful. The last I heard, Will was going by that name. He’s into some bad stuff – drugs, dealing, stealing. At least, that’s what Jeff’s sister told me when I ran into her at the store. Sounds like no one has spoken to him in over a year, and he hasn’t even bothered checking in or going to the old house.”

  “I’m sure it’s not him. I think I would be able to recognize my own stepbrother.” I was a horrible liar. I knew I was. I began to panic. What if she knew? What would she say to her daughter if she found out she had slept with her son through marriage?

  “Promise me you’ll be careful, Kylie. I know you like to think you’re going to be okay and that you can handle it all. But it wasn’t true for Will. If you get yourself in trouble or it goes over your head, swear you’ll walk away. Swear it!”

  I knew my mother hurt. What Will had done to this family still made me shake in rage when I thought back on it all. But my mom was the victim, and she wasn’t about to let me fall for it as well.

  Still, she wasn’t there in the good times when Will would help me pick out an outfit for my first day of school or tell the neighborhood boys off when they called me, “Kyle Kylie” because I'd yet to grow breasts. She didn’t see how he put bandages on my knee when I crashed my bike or watch him as he held the steering wheel as I pushed the gas and brakes. She was too consumed in her marriage to Jeff to understand that behind the closed doors of our bedrooms, something much more was happening. And now, those feelings, no matter how inappropriate they may have been and seemed today, were coming back. Stronger than ever.

  I softly gave her an excuse, told her my study group was calling me back as I gave her my word. No matter how wrong it felt, no matter how good that wrong felt – I wasn’t going to give in again.

  Chapter 7: Second Chances

  After the long week I had – the group project, my mom and Lana pressuring me to give them more information about my “mystery man” – I should have been ready for the weekend. But I wasn’t. I was dreading it. Every day closer to the big red circle on my desk calendar was just one step towards another shoot, another shame.

  When Saturday finally came around, I at least felt a bit better than my first round. Instead of nervously driving to the scene in complete silence to collect my thoughts, I played some music I thought would get me in “the mood” and actually spent some time doing my hair and prepping some makeup.

  However, when I arrived on the new set, I was completely taken aback. This shoot wasn't going to be like last time with the comfortable home in the middle of a subdivision. This place was a cold, industrial building that had been abandoned long before. The inside wasn’t much better. Despite being Vegas, the wide-open space blew in a cold breeze that sent shivers down my legs. And the pitch-black look with the boarded up windows and the black and silver machines covered in dust and debris didn’t help matters.

  Daniel, however, didn’t pay it any mind. Instead, he sat in the middle of the room, a bullhorn in his lap and a stack of papers on a clipboard. I watched as he commanded the small crew of about ten men to his bidding. When he finally caught me, sulking in a far corner, he stood up slowly and approached me gently. Something about his total change in demeanor threw me off. This was the man who basically blackmailed me into porn over a couple of spilled bottles of champagne. If he was uneasy, I was going to be uneasy.

  He handed me some papers off of the cupboard as he noted, “Much different from last time, right?” I nodded in agreement as he continued, “This was the location we use when we need to build a set. It isn’t much, but sometimes I think it’s better than the suburbs. No nosey neighbors to throw off our scent.”

  “What set are you building?” I tried to peer into the small square the men were working on frantically, but the lights were too bright for me to pick up details except for a large, wooden desk planted next to a wall.

  He replied nonchalantly, “It’s a classroom. You’re playing a naughty schoolgirl.”

  I tried not to laugh out loud. After all, the teacher-student relationship was as cliché as the horny neighbor. While I may not have watched much porn in my life, I pretty much knew this was a standard storyline. But it must work to be so popular to be replicated over and over again.

  “Don’t laugh. This one will have a twist to it.”

  I grew nervous. I wasn’t one who liked or appreciated surprises. “A twist?”

  “Well,” his hand reached for the back of his neck, massaging a sore spot as he searched for words, “first, you’re going to be doing some unconventional things…” He caught me as my eyes grew wide and I took a big step-back from him. I wasn’t ready for whatever unconditional meant in the porn world. “No, no. Nothing bad. Wilder will walk you through all of it. And if you’re uncomfortable, we’ll stop and change it up. We’ve got Julie here to take over for some body shots.”

  Everything he said went to a blur. I couldn’t focus past him saying Will’s stage name. I blurted out loud, unable to control my thoughts, “Wilder?”

  “Yeah, that’s the other thing. See, that first shot you did with him, Wilder Girls, well it went viral. Mega viral. It’s pretty much the hottest thing out there. Everyone’s talking about it, especially you and Wilder together. So, we’re going to try this again and see if that magic happens.”

  The magic? More like one sick person acting on a total wrong and awful wanting. If they only knew how fucked up this was.

  I swallowed hard and looked out towards the empty space, “Okay. Where should I get changed then?”

  Daniel pointed wordlessly to a black curtained off area where I could see Elise enter with a few pieces of costume in her arms. I walked towards her, leaving my producer/agent/capturer standing alone. I couldn’t bear to say another word to him. I just needed to go to a place where I could sort out the mixed feelings I was having. I didn’t know if I should feel the same sense of dread I did the first time around or if I should let this little piece of me that was jumping up and down in the pit of my stomach take over. But as I entered the dressing room, I allowed the littlest hint of a small smile to creep on my face.

  Elise handed me the clothing, at least, what appeared to me as clothing. I wasn’t terribly surprised knowing the script. The costume consisted of a plaid skirt cut off just at the ass, a pair of black knee high stockings, glossy heels way too high to be believable for any teenager, and a white button down about two sizes too small for me and my bust. As I wiggled my way into it, I felt as if I were a sausage filling a casing.

  I called out for Elise from behind my dressing curtain, “Do you have the bra out there? It’s missing. Or was this the kind of shoot where we’re just getting right to the point?” I waited for a reply for a few seconds before shouting out towards the other room, “Elise? Are you there?”

  When no one replied, I snuck my head out. Sitting in my chair was the familiar tuft of brown hair. He was looking into the mirror, watching my expression go from shock to horror as I hid my near naked body behind the curtain as an impulse. My voice rose about three pitches higher than usual as I exclaimed, “What are you doing in here, Wilder?”

  “I wanted to see you before we began.” I watched as the black curtain parted a bit and he slipped in. He’s as tall as I remembered, his imposing bother hovering over me as I covered my exposed breasts and skin with the length of my arm. Those blue eyes were flashing bright as ever like two blue beacons.

  I stammered, totally unsure of what exactly was happening, “What – what – what did you need?”

  He gave me a look that sent my arm from my chest to my side as he walked two steps closer. His body, dressed in a tight gray suit pressed against me, my head just barely hitting his chest. His arm reached towards my downcast face as his palm lifted my chin gently towards his waiting, wanting mouth.

  As his lips hit me, I stumbled backwards, my hands grasping for something to hold onto. His lips were fire and ice and my body was c
aught in between. I felt him press into me, deeply holding me in place as I tried to match his passion. For a second, I forgot who he was, our past, or what was waiting for us in that cold set in the middle of a warehouse. For a second, we were just a girl and a guy coming together as one.

  The door shut in the other room, causing him to back off. He gave me a wink before slipping out the curtain. I heard him say something to Elise before exiting.

  She poked her head in and handed me the bra. “Getting to know one another, I see?”

  “It’s nothing. It’s nothing.” I was shaking my head as I clipped the straps together and threw the white button up over me. But I knew it wasn’t nothing. I knew something was bringing us together like this. And it was my duty as the one in the know to tell him who he really was kissing when he took me like that. I had to let him know I'm his stepsister once and for all.

  By the time Elise was done with my makeup and fake tan, Daniel was already impatiently calling for me from the set. I walked over nervously, ready to tear everything down with just a few words to Wilder. But there was no time. Daniel was placing us for the first scene, our intro where we set up the plot. I looked down at the few pages of lines Daniel gave me earlier, trying to think if what I'd planned to do was right.

  The lights shone, the cameras rolled, and the scene started. I was sitting at a desk, surrounded by male extras dressed in a similar red flannel as me. Standing at a fake chalkboard decorated with drawings and equations was Wilder in his gray suit staring at me as he recited, “Miss Lee! Stop talking! I won’t warn you again.”

  I fidgeted in my seat and turned my attention to one of the extras in the next desk. My script said to flash him my breasts when Wilder turned his back. I complied, unbuttoning my shirt quickly and then pulling it out and down. My breasts freed themselves of the shirt as the extra looked at me with a stiff, shocked expression. The whole room of boys turned and stared until Wilder turned around with Daniel’s instructions. He dismissed the class as the rest of the guys left. We were alone. Well, as alone as you could be on a porn set. But even with the cameras mere feet from where I sat in my prop desk at the front of the class, I felt like it was only me and Wilder, together at last.

  He ran through his lines again, this time honing in his glare. “Miss Lee, I won't have that in my classroom. Do you hear me? If you want to act like that, you do it when class is dismissed.”

  I twiddled the ends of my long, braided pigtails as I replied, “But, Mr. Wilder, you did dismiss class.” I stood up, not bothering to pull the back of my skirt up or to fix my blouse. Instead, I walked towards his desk tentatively and sat, waiting for his instructions. Daniel’s warning about a “twist” rings through my mind.

  “I did not dismiss you, Miss Lee.” He looked frustrated, pent up. I knew it was only acting, but I allowed myself to believe he really was mad at me, that he really wanted me that badly. “Now I’m going to have to punish you.”

  “Punish me, but—" I couldn’t finish my sentence. Before I could get the rest of the line out of my mouth, Wilder reached over, grabbing my breast in his hand.

  He found my nipple through the bra and twisted hard. I screamed out in total shock as he continued to hold on. Under his breath he said, “We’re only just beginning, Miss. Lee. You’re going to pay for your actions in my class.”

  I wanted to pull away, to scream cut, but the pain was sending shockwaves down my stomach and in between my thighs. I hated to admit I wanted more, but I needed to see what he had in mind. Wilder let me go after a few seconds. I jerked back a bit, just enough for him to grab me from the waist and to pull me in towards his chest.

  I felt his breath against the side of my face as his hands reached for my ponytails. “For being such a bad student, I’m going to make sure you know what it's like to not be able to talk.”

  He yanked me down to the ground as I fell to my knees with a thud. I slipped a bit as the silk knee highs make it difficult for me to balance. As soon as I could steady my hands to the ground, I looked up at Wilder. His pants were on the ground and his large, wide cock was right at my face level. I knew what he wanted me to do, but I still backed away. I wasn’t prepared for this.

  He still had a hold on my hair as he pulled me forward. I lurched awkwardly as he placed his hand on my jaw and forced it open for me. “Take it,” he commanded as he stuffed his hard cock into my mouth, filling every bit of it. I gagged. He was too long to go this deep, but he continued.

  I looked up at him as he broke character for a second. I could see him hesitate as he checked to make sure I was still with him, still playing my part. I gave his cock a flick of the back of my tongue to indicate that I was ready.

  Steadily he began to rock as I remembered what it felt like the first time to have him in me, to want to play with his skin, to taste his sweet pre-cum tempt me. He smelled like what a man should. It was earthy and rich. It brought me back to when he lived in the bed across from mine. Even as a teenager, I loved to smell him. Now I know why.

  He sped up, plowing into me deeper. I coughed a bit, but then steadied myself. Each new push was a way of testing me out, checking my abilities. I was determined to get him there, to get him to his breaking point. I knew he couldn’t come in me, but I wanted to leave him wanting. I wanted Wilder to give anything for him to fill my mouth with his cum and to watch me swallow it in one delicious gulp.

  I felt him hold tighter and pull my hair back and away. He needed me to stop, but I couldn’t. I smiled, flashed my eyes at him and the camera near his hip as I showed my teeth and gently pressed the tip to his cock. He let out a surprised growl before pulling me away, pushing me back towards the ground.

  “You naughty, filthy cunt!” he screamed at me, and I knew he meant it. I was surprising him both in good ways and in bad. And I wasn’t done yet.

  Wilder recovered and picked me up from my spot on the ground, my face looking towards the cement. When he yelled loudly, “You’re going to pay with that” all I could do to answer was hum, almost delightedly.

  “Please, Mr. Wilder.” I should have been begging for mercy, but all I could do was ask for more.

  He sat down on a desk and placed me on the wood top. It was cold against my bare stomach and chest, causing me to shoot upwards. He pushed me back down, ordering me to stay still. “You’re going to answer every single one of my questions. You get one wrong and I’m going to hit you. You got it, Miss Lee?”

  As I answered that I understood his instructions, a prop man ran towards his direction and handed him a small wooden ruler, the same kind I used in school. My heart dropped as I thought of what he was about to do to me. I wanted to flee, but my legs wouldn’t let me if I tried. I felt the wood scrape against the inside of my thigh, pressing against my sex and tapping on my clit. He was ready and, by the state of my soaking wet panties, so was I.

  “Tell me the capital of Wyoming.”

  I drew a blank, totally unsure of what to do. At this point, I couldn’t even tell you if Wyoming was a state – all I wanted was for him to stop teasing me with the damn ruler. I whispered, “I don’t know, sir.”

  He placed the sharp, tracing edge of the ruler under my white undies and pulled them down, causing a slight cut in my skin. “Gah!” I called out before he hit me in the same place the little sliver had started to bleed. I bit down on my lip, my hands curling around the desk’s side. I felt his hand caressing where he just hit, bringing the blood back.

  He stood up from the desk’s chair and around where I lay. I could see him undressing as his suit coat and shirt fall to the ground. In his hand dangled the tie as he pulled my hands together behind my back and made a quick knot. His cock pressed against my ass as he laid his body on top of mine and whispered into my ear. “Second question: who was our third president?”

  I knew this answer, but I wanted – needed – to experience this for real. So I bit my tongue and played along. “George Washington?”

  I wasn’t even finished before the ruler sm
acked twice under my thigh causing me to spring up and forward. He grabbed my breasts as I stood, massaging them with his hands. “That’s so wrong, Miss Lee. So wrong” His thumbs circled my nipples while one of his hand slipped down my stomach towards my pussy. I could feel his leg spreading mine apart as I followed his lead. He was in charge. I couldn’t protest if I tried.

  His hand played with the outside of my folds, gently pressing and circling, causing me to lean back into him. We were in a strange dance, his fingers dangerously close to slipping inside of me, my legs and hips begging him to do so.

  But he stopped, suddenly pushing me back into the desk with a slight slam. I couldn’t catch my balance with my arms still tied. He gave me his third question, “Where is the clitoris located?”

  Before I could say a word, he was entering me from behind. I screamed, “Mr. Wilder! Mr. Wilder!” as he pumped his cock in and out slowly. I tried to weasel my way out of the binds around my wrists, but he was an expert at knot tying. I couldn’t get out if I tried harder.

  Wilder, breathless and husky, laughed to himself before asking, “What did I say about talking, Miss Lee?” I could see the shadow of the ruler lift into the air just milliseconds before it hit me again against the side of my ass as he pushed even deeper in. He rotated towards the other side, getting that one twice. The sting was bad, almost too bad. But I wanted more of it. So much more of it.