Chapter 97 - The German Pornographer Tells All part 2

"She didn't want Maurice and Hans to watch, but I told her I needed them to help with the cameras and lights. I also needed Hans to doll her up.

"The big man was good with makeup and wardrobe. I guess you could say he had an eye for it! Ha-ha! 'We can't shoot you looking like a hobo, now can we?' I asked. So we got her to change into some striped red and white knee highs and a skirt and did her hair up in pigtails. Hans did her makeup and joked around with her until she relaxed. She liked the attention. Hans has a silver tongue. By the time he had her ready for the camera, she was smiling and laughing and looked like her papa's dirty cheerleader fantasy. A little slut with too much makeup and her futz showing through her pink cotton panties.

"Her boyfriend had a rail spike in his baggy pants until he got in front of the camera, then his boner wilted and wouldn't come back. She blew him for a quarter hour while we filmed, but the little prick couldn't get it up. Finally, he said he was going to puke and he pulled his dick out of her mouth and went running to the bathroom.

"I said I'd go check on him. Maurice continued to film her. He was getting some good footage of her licking a giant lolly and playing with herself. Meanwhile, I went to the toilet to check on Juliet's nauseous young Romeo.

"He was on all fours with his head in the crapper when I went in. There was puke all over the floor, puke dripping off the outside of the toilet. He was naked and kneeling in it. I thought of all that good lager and sauerbraten gone to waste and for some reason I got furious. Little boys shouldn't pretend to be men!

"'Are you all right, kid?' I asked, and as I asked I got my knife from my pocket and unfolded it.

"He moaned and puked some more, so I stepped over him from behind and held his head in the pot and stuck the knife in the back of his neck. I shoved it into the base of the skull, the way they'd trained us to do in the military. The punk jerked and slid his knees around in his own puke, but I held his head down and twisted the blade around until he was dead and then I rolled him into the tub and pulled the curtain closed. I flushed his blood and puke down the toilet and washed my knife and my hands and returned to the set.

"Maurice looked at me when I came out and I smiled and shrugged. I showed him the folded knife in my hand, then slid it in my pocket.

"The girl wanted to know if Bertrand was all right. I told her he was fine. But he wasn't going to be able to perform, and he was too embarrassed to come out of the loo right now.

"She wanted to know about the money.

"I shrugged.

"'Maybe… maybe I can do it with one of you,' she said. 'For the money…'

"'Hans has made a few films for us,' I suggested.

"She blinked up at the big man, and I could tell she was scared, but I could tell she was a little bit intrigued, too. He might look like Frankenstein's ugly half-brother, but he'd really charmed her when he was doing her makeup, so she finally nodded, reluctant, and smiled at him. 'Ask… ask Bertrand to stay in the toilet,' she stammered. 'I don't want him to watch me do this.'

"'I'll go talk to him,' Maurice volunteered. He wanted to see what I'd done to the punk. Maurice is the kind of guy who slows down for car accidents. He likes to see all the blood and guts. I think he gets off on it.

"'Is that okay with you?' I asked Hans. Hans smiled, acting all shy and embarrassed, then nodded— just a façade. Just play-acting. It's part of his game. I think the girl, drunk and horny as she was, would have fucked him right then, money or no money. She'd bought his act, hook line and sinker." Lukas flicked his bangs out of his face. "I guess she had a beauty and the beast complex. Probably why she fell for Mr. Pimples.

"'Okay,' I said. 'Camera's still rolling. Amelie, you pretend Hans is your papa, who has caught you being naughty in your bedroom after school. Hans, you will be cross with her until she tries to win your forgiveness with her affection…'

"Maurice returned from the lavatory then. 'He says he's sorry, and he promises to stay in the toilet until it is over,' Maurice tells her. 'He says he loves you too much to watch.' I winced a little at the insincerity in his voice. Mo isn't a very good actor. But lovely little Amelie did not seem to notice. Maurice took his position at camera two, winking at me before ducking his eye to the viewfinder.

"Amelie sniffed with disdain. It was obvious from her expression that Romeo had disappointed her many times in the past. She reclined on the bed and affected a naughty mien, fingers sliding between her thighs. 'Do you want me to lick the lollipop some more?'

"I smiled. 'Whatever you feel inspired to do, my love.'