Posted by Ed on January 25, 2001 at 23:34:43:
Chirstina has done a million of these shows already. She was relaxed, if a bit bored, when she met with the host a few minutes before filming. She took in the set, two chairs n an otherwise black background, with some surprise, but was otherwise unmoved.
She smiled brightly at Jack, shook his hand, and got down to business. She didn't want any questions about last years Grammies, or her thoughts on the music industry. Jack nodded and assured her that everything was understood.
She shed her jacket and eased herself into the cushioned seat opposite Jack. She wore a tight black dress, bare shouldered and short. Her skin seemed to glow with a golden luminance against the black set, like the sun shining in a midnight sky. Her long, perfectly straight blonde hair hung straight back, with a few wayward rivulets draped over her slender shoulders. She was lean, sleek, and fit. The camera loved her. I framed her perfectly and soaked in the sight of her. She tossed her head back slightly and cleared her throat as Jeff gave the countdown to film.
Jack grinned wetly as the lights went up and he introduced Christina in his smooth baritone. Christina smiled a little shyly and thanked him for having her on the show. Jack chuckled and surreptitiously flipped to his first sky-blue index card. He asked her about her new CD, and the direction her career was taking.
She appeared to consider the canned question carefully, then brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and sat forward slightly to answer.
She only got out the first part of "Well..." before Jack came crashing into her and hurled her to the floor.
"Stay on her," Jeff whispered to me as I refocused.
"I know," I muttered.
Christina was so shocked by the sudden attack that she could barely move. Jack quickly knelt beside her and grabbed at her wrists. Finally Christina gathered enough of herself to fight back. She lashed out in a jumble of frantic confusion as Jack easily swatted her limbs away.
"Wha-" was all she could cry out before Jack leapt in, wrapping his big, crude hands around her neck and squeezing. I focused on the hard fingers sinking into the smooth, soft flesh of her throat. Christina stiffened in terror and her air was suddenly cut off.
I could hear Jeff panting beside me as Christina's choked-off cries began to pour over the audio. He was good. The tape would capture every rustle of fabric and skin, every grunt and gag as Christina was slowly strangled to death on the set.
I focused again slightly, picking up the perfect golden hue of Christina, feebly struggling against the dark, chiseled rock of Jack. A solitary tear rolled down her rapidly flushing cheek. Her fear, her confusion, her overpowering need for breath. All of it I captured and recorded.
She began kicking wildly, trying to buck Jack off of her. I pulled back, getting a long tracking shot of those slim, beautiful thighs as they fought for life. I panned back to her flushed face, shaking left and right in stubborn refusal to die. Her thin arms stuck out to either side as her hands clutched and pried at Jack's stone grip. Her mouth and eyes open wide, trying to suck in air.
He was more than twice her size, the poor girl, and his hands were powerful mechanisms accustomed to destruction. Her slight frame had no hope against his mass. She heaved as everything went wrong inside of her. Pitifully she squirmed beneath him as he leaned into her, forcing the full brunt of his weight to bear on her neck.
She could not take much more of this. Her struggled slowed as her strength seemed to blow away like ash in the breeze. She wilted beneath her attacker, her graceful muscles slowly slackening. Jack could sense the end drawing near. A low moan escaped his lips as he squeezed tighter than ever, every muscle straining to squeeze the life out of the girl beneath him.
She was beyond pain now. Her wide eyes faded of all intelligence as her swollen tongue began to push past her fat, blue lips. Her whole body began to shake and twitch as she hovered on the threshold. I zoomed in close as I prepared to capture the moment of truth, when a living girl became dead.
Jack's forearms bulged as Christina's body shuddered powerfully. Her eyes rolled all the way back into her head, and then she relaxed, totally and utterly. Her hands loosened and slid off Jack's wrists down to rest on her bare shoulders. Her naked legs unfolded, falling to either side like the wings of a butterfly. Her head rolled towards the camera. Lucky me.
Jack held on for a while longer, until he was sure that he was squeezing the neck of a corpse. Slowly, reluctantly, he released Christina's neck. Freed finally from her terrible constriction, Christina made no reaction as her killer drew away. She lay still, broken and lifeless, against the cold ground. The golden hue of her golden body was already fading into the silver of death.
I let the camera caress her dead body for what felt like ages. Her smooth, flawless skin, the delicious repose of her sprawled form, I let the camera take it all in until at last I was satisfied. Only then did I pull away, and let the tiny golden speck of what had once been a girl slowly fade into the darkness of oblivion.
"That's a rap," I announced. Flipping off the camera.
"It's about time," Jeff said. "We have to be gone." He jerked his thumb back towards the set. "And she's not going to stay fresh for long."
"I realize," I said as I began to deconstruct the camera. I looked over to Jack, standing over Christina's body. She looked so small and vulnerable. "Get her out of that dress. We can sell it."
Jeff chuckled. "We'll get enough off this tape alone. It was well worth the risk."
Jack knelt beside Christina and roughly sat her up. Her limp body slumped forward almost comically. It was like handling jello. Firm, smooth, delicious jello. Jack reached underneath her to tug up her dress, then grunted and pulled his hands away. Christina sprawled back out across the floor with a thud.
"What the? She pissed herself!" He shouted at us.
"How embarrassing," Jeff muttered dryly.
"That's normal," I replied.
Jack shrugged and set back to work. I watched as he pulled her upright again, struggling with the limp form of one of the most popular vocalists in America, of a girl who had been fully alive only a few minutes ago. Jack yanked her dress up over her buttocks and up her torso. He nearly folded her in two as he pulled the dress up over her upper body. He slide the slinky fabric over her shoulders and up over her head. He struggled to disentangle the dress from her limp wrists until finally she was free.
I watched as he let her body fall backwards again. Her golden mass of silky hair writhed in glossy tendrils as she fell backwards. Her shoulder blades hit the ground first, sending her arms falling to either side of her, like a crucifix. Her breasts, still bound by a lacy white bra, bounced from the gentle impact, as if in slow-motion. Her head finally cracked against the floor and rolled sideways to stare directly at me with blank, empty eyes. Then she lay perfectly still once more.
"That was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen," Jeff breathed.
I cursed myself for disassembling the camera.
Jack held up the black dress. "This thing is soiled. No one will want it."
"You'd be surprised," I said absently as I took in Christina's body. She was now naked save for the bra. The sparkle of moist, golden fur between her legs indicated that our Christina used to take her interviews sans underwear. Her naked flesh called to me.
Three sets of eyes went immediately to her only covering left.
"Seems odd for a naked girl to wear a bra," Jeff said.
"Not much point if she don't got underwear," Jack agreed.
They looked at me. Christina’s body waited patiently.
"Take it off."
Jack knelt beside her, wiping the sweat from his forehead. He looked over at her open, staring eyes. The same face he had spoken with before taping. How different she looked now without the spark of life inside her. How beautiful. His hands seemed a little shaky as he reached down towards the clasp of the bra, pressed tightly against Christina's heart. Her smooth, lean body lay beneath him, defenseless, passive to his touch. Her skin was a flawless golden cream. He delicately unclasped the bra, hesitant to touch her skin. As he began to pull the cloth aside, he absently brushed her ribcage. Instantly his hand ran down her firm, slender belly and between her legs. His other hand tossed aside the bra and cupped her soft, generous breast.
I began to reassemble the camera.
"Do we have enough film?" Jeff asked.
"For three, maybe more," I answered.
"But this wasn't part of the deal. Britney only wanted the deed on film."
I looked over to the stage, where Jack was settling between Christina's spread thighs with a moan.
"I think she'll be more the happy to pay for some additional footage."