- Heck! Baby, you look, just super! In you so much fucking now! You should have seen ... Collect a little sperm from the boobs and lick your fingers. Oooh! Like this. Stephen, it’s necessary that our girl’s pussy and her sperm face get in the frame.

“I took everything off,” the operator said a minute later.

“That's great, now you can rest,” Mike crouched next to Jersey. - Well, how are you?

- Yes, everything is fine, I could continue, - she laughed, evenly smearing the semen on the face and breasts.

- So, these three stallions are really not enough for you?

- Well yes. I for this and want to shoot porn. So that the partners were experienced and there would be a lot of them.

- And when did you feel the urge to this?

“Well, at about fifteen somewhere,” Jersey shrugged. - Sex with the guys wanted. But the fact that I need a lot of men, I recently realized.

“Listen, and you did go to college, right? Faculty of philology, history or something else? It won't be a pity for that, - Mike circled the room, the bed, the blacks, the crew, Steve with the video camera with an indefinite gesture - throw everything?

- Why quit? - surprised jersey. - I will continue to study and will be removed.

- Do you think you will have time for cramming textbooks? - laughed Mike.

Jersey did not have time to answer this. Knocked on the door of the room. There was a knock, some kind of angry and insistent.

- Damn it, I asked you not to bother! Exclaimed Mike. - John is that you? Why are you pinned here, your mother? It's up to you to be on duty in the far corridor while shooting!

No one answered the director, but the knock was repeated and this time it was even more insistent.

“Steve, ask him what he wants,” said Mike irritably.

The operator nodded and, putting the video camera aside, opened the door. But on the other side of her was not John, who was responsible for security, but an unfamiliar man of about thirty with a gun in his hand. Without thinking twice, he swung and hit Steve with the handle of his weapon in the face. The operator screamed and fell on his back, holding his broken nose with his palms. A stranger broke into the room. The man was tall and thin, the dark color of his skin, protruding cheekbones, hooked nose with a crook, characteristic bristles were issued in him a native of the Middle East.

- Ahmed! - Jerry screamed, seeing him.

The aggressor looked around the room with a mad look, noting the naked Negroes, the naked girl, the lighting equipment installed here and there, the video camera.

“So, so,” he said, glancing viciously at Jersey. - That means what you do. Dirty whore!

Mike tried to intervene.

- Mister, listen ...

- Shut up! Back!

The gun, apparently Browning BDM rose and aimed the pale director directly at the bridge of his nose. The negroes, quietly howling in horror, hid behind the bed, Dan even tried to squeeze under it. Steve, squeezing the bloody face moaning on the floor, illuminator Jacen and the assistant director rushed into the next room where the dressing room was.

- Well, what can you say?! - Ahmed shouted, referring to Jersey. - How do you explain all this?

- Why should I explain something to you? - Jersey blurted out, rather boldly for a completely naked and unarmed girl. - We parted a month ago. I am a free man and do what I want.

- We did not break up! - Ahmed cried on a high note and a shadow of mental disorder clearly ran across his face. - You left me! You went to Miami to do this!

“I'm a free man,” repeated Jersey. - I myself determine how I live and what to do.

- Shut up, whore! Shut up!

The gun turned in her direction. The girl turned pale, but nevertheless retained composure. Her face remained stone-calm, only her eyes narrowed slightly.

“You're a damned prostitute!” The slutty vile! Bitch!

Mike decided to make another attempt to take control of the situation.

- Mister, let me explain. Remove the weapon and we will talk calmly, like reasonable people.

- Remove the weapon ?! - Ahmed screamed and suddenly rushed to the director. - What are you going to explain to me, scum?

He pressed Mike against the wall and rested the muzzle of a pistol on his chin.

- Well, come on, freak, tell me what you have here? Kinzo shoot yes? And now the erotic scene was, right? Admit it, a piece of shit, are you confusing to my little girl's brain? What did you sing to her? How did you make her do this shit ?!

While he was screaming and shaking to death the terrified Mike, Jersey slowly crept up to the bedside table, where her handbag lay. To open it is a matter of one second. Inside, besides all that she usually carries in her purse, there was also an eight-shot pistol of 45 Ruger P97 caliber. She pulled him out and sent in the direction of Ahmed.

- Remove the weapon and leave it alone!

Ahmed turned a red, distorted face to the side of the girl. Seeing the gun aimed at him, he grinned.

- Oh, you reptile, still threatening me?

“I said remove your gun and get out of here.” It's all over between us. And the point.

- Nothing is over! Nothing! - the former lover shouted, and quickly sending a gun to the side of the girl - fired.

Jersey was on edge. Knowing Ahmed, she quite admitted that he would go to the end. As soon as the shot slammed, she also pulled the trigger.

And at this moment in the chest, as if hit with a hammer. Time crawled, as in slow motion. Jersey fell and seemed to fall into some thick syrup, where the sounds became deeper, and reality was distorted in the most incredible way. She managed to see Mike’s face twisted with horror, who screamed and screamed without stopping, Ahmed’s startled expression on his brow was smeared with a purple spot, and in the next second cold and impenetrable darkness closed around. The only thing that she still perceived was the ringing in her ears. Strong, nasty, pressing on the brain, confusing all thoughts. The body ceased to obey, as if it were stiff, it did not feel its legs or arms.

"I'm dying. I - the end "

This thought came to her, somehow surprisingly calm, every day. Terrifying weakness and all-consuming laziness enveloped her like cobwebs. And there was a sense of flight, falling into infinity. Well, that ringing in my ears began to subside. No, he did not disappear, he just became quieter and quieter, as if he was moving away.

* * *

“Have I died? Death looks strange. For some reason, in bluish tones.

These were the first thoughts when Jersey opened her eyes. In front of her face floated a string of bubbles. And the sensations were as if she were in the water. Or not, not in water, in a fluid more dense and viscous. But at the same time she did not feel any discomfort and breathed freely. Sensitivity to hands and feet gradually returned. The look, too, became clearer and focused. Jersey noticed how near her right shoulder floated her purse, and then something cool touched her knees. The girl jerked her foot, and the object flew abruptly upwards. It was her gun!

When the neck muscles became more mobile, she began to glance around and was surprised to find that she was in some kind of cylindrical transparent vessel, completely filled with a bluish, opalescent fluid.

"What the hell. Where I am?"

Although the ability to think, ask questions and returned to it, a certain confusion still dominated in the head, a strange lethargy and randomness is akin to a state when you suddenly come out of deep sleep.

Outside the vessel was darkness, but not dense, but penetrated by constantly moving weak streams of golden and reddish light.

When the sensitivity returned to her hands a bit, Jersey tried to reach for the gun. But here, out of nowhere, metal clamps on flexible cords appeared. They quickly and securely closed on the wrists and ankles. Jersey for the first time truly scared since she woke up and found herself in a vessel.She screamed and released a whirlwind of hundreds of bubbles right in front of her face. Another cord flashed, but it did not end with a grip, but with something resembling a flexible plastic card. This thing tightly pressed to the forehead of Jersey and at the same moment she felt a strong sleepiness to resist which was not strong. Along with this feeling in her soul came a strange calm, a kind of universal peace. And Jersey swam in the gentle, enveloping waves of life-giving sleep, where everything dissolved, where everything became irrelevant, except for the majestic power of infinite cosmos.