CHAPTER 6 (5.75pp, double spaced, Times New Roman 12point)

On June 23, 2011, I began writing a novel about a woman who starts a film company to trick actors into killing the man responsible for the deaths of her husband and children.

CHAPTER 6

"What was that?" Jared asked, throwing popcorn at her. "What?" Laura retorted, "It's called acting." "You want to see acting," he answered, getting off of the couch, "Let me show you - 'cause, girl, what you doing ain't it!" "Bring it!" she said, stepping aside, one hand on her hip and the other in a twirly motion. "First of all," he said, "You can't fake sexy! You have to take what's inside and push it out. Like this." She watched intently, wanting to catch the moment he turned. As always, it proved impossible. Opening his eyes, he just was what he wanted to be. He looked at her and she wanted him. Her mouth opened to the intensity in his eyes, the seductive quality of his lips which he'd parted just slightly. She roved her eyes over his body as he moved, confident and slow, turning his face with a hint of a smile that touched the corners of his mouth but not his lips. Then it disappeared. When she blinked he was Jared again. "Not fair!" she said, laughing. "Honey, it's called experiance!" he said, "So what I'm proposing is: Let's get to the bar and practice, practice, practice!" "Just don't leave me like last time," she said, smoothing out her pleated skirt. Catching her movement, he said, "But not with your clothes, girl. I know a cute little store! Let's go, girl!" Laura stood by as Jared talked shop with the salesgirl - telling her what he wanted, making faces at outfits he didn't like and applauding the ones he did - until, finally, she noticed the large pile on top of the rack. Piqued, she picked up the first dress which had a bikini-like top with a piece of fabric extending to the skirt and a neck tie around from the back. Trying it on, she frowned at herself in the mirror. Leaving the safety of the fitting room, she made a silly face at Jared. After a moment, he said, "Okay, I'm beginning to see the problem isn't your clothes." Blowing air into her cheeks, she deflated them and asked, "Does it look bad?" "Please, you've got a body any woman would kill for. Your problem is you don't know how it feels for a man to touch you." "How would you know?" she asked, her hands drawn in fists on her hips. "Because your body says woman, your face says little girl. It's all mental. If you want to act the part, you've got to be the part here," he said, tapping her on the forehead. She didn't need to try on other outfits to know that what she had on was what she wanted. Paying the $375 price tag, she went with Jared to the salon to change the cut of her hair. Then he left her alone for a few hours. Taking his suggestion she drank a glass of champagne until the bubbles disappeared from the water, fingered her body with the eau de toilette, and stood in the front of the mirror watching herself squeeze her nipples and finger her clit. Her face flush, Laura put on the dress without wearing a bra and fluffed up her hair. When Jared arrived, she let him dance dirty her. He pumped his jean covered dick behind her ass, pressed his body against hers as he slid down her back, and put his face on her thigh and breasts as he came around the front. Then he hovered his lips over hers until she parted them, angling her body closer to him. But he didn't kiss her, and she didn't stop him from pushing his fingers up her vagina. She gripped his arm as she came. Opening her eyes, she smiled at him seductively. "Now, that's sexy!" he said, jarring her. Blushing, she pulled back. Crossing her arms over her chest she smiled hesitantly. "Before this night's over, girl, you're going to stop doing that! You've got to own your sexuality if you want to own the part."

In the bars, she went around rubbing up against and being rubbed on, Jared standing guard. When she tried to escape, he held her from behind, feeling on her breasts and thighs until she danced away into the arms of another partner. That night, as she got out of the car, he gave her a box covered with white paper and black lace. Opening the box she found batteries and a pink colored dildo with low, medium and high push buttons. Four hours before her test run Laura pushed her limits. Watching her face in the mirror, she thought of all the hands and bodies on her, using her hands to substitute their skin on her body. Unbuttoning part of her shirt she reached her hand in and squeezed her taut nipple, using her other hand to unbutton her shorts. She continued like this until she was naked in front of the mirror. This time she really looked at herself, feeling the lines of her body. Shakily she inserted the pink dildo, changing the settings back and forth from low to high until she released all of her bottled up sexual energies. Taking a bath, she rewound the video on the digital cam and studied herself. She couldn't imagine she was the same person, but she knew she was. Masturbating one last time under the water she got out, dressed and left. "When you're ready," Marise said. Closing her eyes, Laura shook her shoulders and let in a deep breath. When she expunged it she opened her eyes and became the seductress she felt she was. She began to dance, imagining several people around her. Her body fell in among them in easy gyrations, her expressions capturing each moment. From the way she turned her head and pretended to catch eyes with someone, her heat was palpable. Slowly making her way over, confident and wet, she put one hand on someone's arm and the other around his waist, pulling that someone to her. Her lips curled and, when she walked away, had the air of knowing the someone was behind her. And when she turned and leaned in for a kiss, she paused with her lips parted, her other hand reaching down and grabbing something, squeezing on it; in that moment, the someone became a male. Laura pretended to open a door, reaching for him and, once he was inside, she leaned against him, undoing the constraints of his pants. Pulling back she smiled wantonly, slowly taking off her bar dress, exposing the lingere. She reached for his hand and pressed it on the bare flesh between her breasts, with her other hand unclipping the bra and cupping a breast, letting a small moan escape. "Okay, stop!" Marise shouted. Laura looked at Marise as she snapped the bra back on and put on the dress. Nothing in her mannerism suggested she was feeling shy, only confident. Reviewing the tape at home, Mrs. H smiled. She's perfect, she thought. Looking at the photo, she said, "He's not going to know what hit him. I promise you, he will pay for what he did to you."