If you don't tell me, I can pull out now and have you leave."I groaned. This was the final bit of masculinity I still had. I waited another few second... but couldn't take it anymore. Something in me broke. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard like you're little bitch! I'm your slut Amanda and my ass is your hole to use!" I gasped. I couldn't believe what I'd just said, let alone how filthy it was. I wasn't even normally very vocal in bed with a girl, and here I was talking dirty to a guy with his cock buried. ' Humans do this without thinking. They hide inconvenient truths with more polite terms. They don't like the crude but honest terms of 'killing' or 'murdering, ' preferring 'dealing with the problem' or 'doing away with' or 'terminating' or the one I found in popular fiction that I particularly liked: 'terminating with extreme prejudice.'The fact that I was euphemistically challenged in the same way that normal humans are was good. It didn't change the facts though.Could I hire another agent to. 'Listen', I said in a more serious tone, 'Tonights shoot, can I count on your discretion if something happens', I paused to let my comment sink home, 'You know what I mean, my marriage etc'.'Sure baby, just you and I, your co-actor and the camera man', he downed the last dregs from the glass and got up, 'You have fun and give me a good scene', I stood up and went across to him and kissed him on his cheek, choosing to ignore his hands as they took ample advantage of what I was offering.He left. He suffered a stroke. He was in tremendous pain and he needed a doctor, but I was the only person around. As he suffered, I watched, amazed. I had come to think of that asshole as indestructible, and there he was, fallen to the floor as his left side went immobile. I felt a jumble of thoughts enter my brain as he lashed out in agony, and I found myself frozen for about fifteen minutes until the mental attack subsided. I should have called for an ambulance, but I couldn't. I was physically.