Make Her Break Her: Rachelle

"Cut!" Jamie yelled. "Good job."

Rachelle had almost forgotten that she was shooting a scene.

"Oh my god," Nisa said, smiling. "That was like, so fuckin' intense."

Rachelle turned to Jamie. "You can't use that."

He sat on the floor, panting. "Are you kidding? That was by far the best scene of your career. I can't wait to upload it."

Rachelle noticed he was still filming. "You planned this didn't you? All of it. Even now. All of this footage is going in, isn't it?"

Jamie smiled. "It's for my new series—'Make Her Break Her: Pornstar Taboos'."

Again Rachelle's tears flowed. "Why? Why would you do this to me?"

"Because when I started in this business, I looked around and saw a lot of girls with a bunch of silly hang ups about what they won't do. I can understand not wanting to be urinated on, defecation or something crazy like bestiality, but some of you won't even do anal. Hell, you wouldn't even fuck a black guy. Can't you see how absurd that is? You're a porn star."

"It's my business!" Rachelle cried.

"Your business is arousal," he said. "And your consumer base wants this. Supply has to answer demand in order to survive."

Rachelle stood. "Fuck you. I swear, if you post that footage, I will sue you and file criminal charges for kidnapping and rape. All you'll be doing is providing the prosecution with evidence."

Jamie laughed. The others joined in.

"Listen to yourself, slut," J.T. said. "Who you think gon' believe you? You do this shit for a living."

"And you were screaming fuck me," Nisa added. "Not to mention the way you ate me out."

Rachelle flashed her a red glare. "Shut the fuck up, bitch. I can't believe you participated in this."

"We all participated, Rachelle. You included."

Rachelle sobbed. "It was against my will! You made me do it!"

J.T. tucked his cock back into his pants and faced Jamie. "Make sure you blur my face out of that shit, dog. I ain't no actor."

Rachelle faced him. "I'm going to the police. They'll still know it's you with all those tattoos."

J.T. glared at Jamie. "Turn off that camera, dog."

Jamie powered down. J.T. approached Rachelle. Frightened, she fell down and scooted backward on the couch.

"Look at me, slut," he said.

Rachelle couldn't look away.

"Do I look like the kind of person you wanna threaten?" he asked.

She shook her head.

"Then remember that before you go running them dick-suckin' lips," he said. "That plump ass of yours belongs to Backshotz now. And that's just the way it is. You fly straight, you get paid. You cross me, you gon' pay. You understand?"

Rachelle nodded. "I think I do."

"You think you do?" His face tightened. "You gon' have to do better than that."

"I-I understand. I won't say anything. I promise."

"Good." He reached in his pocket and retrieved a couple of stacks of hundred dollar bills. He tossed them at her as he walked away. "Go buy yourself a new dress."

Rachelle lifted the money from her cum-stained chest. There had to be at least three times the amount Jamie promised her. The gold-digger in her appreciated the tip, but the businesswoman focused on J.T.'s words.

Belonged.

He said she belonged to Backshotz Studios. She feared what he meant by that. She hadn't signed anything, but J.T. didn't seem like the kind of guy that relied on contracts to get what he wanted. She had to get out of there and clear her mind.

After a long, hot shower and some loner clothes from Nisa, Rachelle walked to her car. The sun was setting, but the humidity clung to her like a second skin. No way she was going near that pool. That was out. All she wanted to do was get as far away from that house as possible.

She sat in her car, trying to compose herself before driving away. Her phone chirped. It was a text from Kendrah.

KENDRAH: Hey babe. How'd the shoot go?

Tears flowed.

Rachelle tossed the phone on the passenger seat, shifted into drive and burned rubber in the driveway. She exited the gate, turned into the street and gunned the engine. Even as traffic whizzed past her windows, she understood that she couldn't run from what happened to her that day.

They'd taken her will.

She wondered what they'd try to take next.