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As they approached, they could see a black Ford Expedition SUV half hidden behind the cabin. "Well there's someone there," said Pat. "Why don't you stop in front of the place and kill the engine. We'll get out and make it look like we've got car trouble."

"OK," agreed Chris. He stopped on the edge of the road near the cabin. It was situated about twenty yards away up rise. He got out of the Jeep and opened the hood and the pretended to jiggle wires and such as he tried to catch glimpses of the house.

Pat stood back, sunglasses on, bag over her shoulder, arms crossed under breasts, looking very much like an impatient and highly unamused girlfriend. After a minute she said, "Well, I can't tell anything from here. Let's go up to the cabin and ask if we can use the phone."

"Right," said Chris as he stepped back and brushed his hands together to knock off the engine grime. They walked up the gavel drive to the cabin. It was set into the side of a hill, and they had to mount a flight of steps to reach a porch that ran all along the front of the cabin. There were a half dozen rocking chairs on the porch, and Chris could just imagine relaxing in one of those rockers as night fell after a long day of fly fishing. That would be much nicer than the nervous anticipation and slightly numb feeling that he had at the moment.

As they reached the back of the porch, he took a deep breath, opened a screen door and rapped loudly on the wooden inner door. Belatedly, Chris realized that he should have let Pat take the lead. When he glanced back, he could see that she had her right hand was resting on her bag that was slung over her shoulder, and her left hand was lifting her sunglasses to the bill of her cap. She gave him a quick, encouraging smile, and then Chris heard heavy footsteps beyond the door.

The door opened a few inches to the length of a safety chain. Part of a face, including one icy blue eye appeared in the crack between the door and its frame. The lone eye looked Chris over and then a man's voice said, "Yeah?"

"Hi, could.uh.we use your phone? Our car broke down right down there on the road," he said, jerking a thumb over his shoulder.

"No fucking phone, it's a fucking rustic cabin," the man said as if that should be obvious to anyone.

"Oh," was all that Chris could manage to say. At a loss, he was about to turn to Pat when there was a muffled cry, a crashing noise and a heavy thump from the rear of the cabin. The man at the door looked startled. He slammed the door shut and then Chris heard his footsteps as the man ran.

"Break it down, break it down," Pat said frantically.

Chris tried the knob and tried to shove the door open but it was stopped short by the safety chain. He took a half step back and then threw his weight at the door, slamming his palms against the edge opposite the chain. There was the sound of splintering wood and the door crashed open. Chris' momentum sent him stumbling into the room. The cabin may have looked rustic on the outside, but in the interior the floors were a gleaming, polished hardwood. Chris' foot hit a throw rug and as he fought for his balance the rug was scrunched into a lump behind him.

Most any one else would have fallen flat on their face, but after going half way to the floor Chris managed to regain his balance. He straightened up just in time to see the man enter the room. But he wasn't alone; he was dragging Cameron with him. She was still bound in tape and struggling futilely in the man's grasp. Chris realized that this must have been the man that Danni had called John on the compact disc.

John came up short when he saw Chris. He had one beefy arm crushing Cameron's breasts as he held her fast to his chest. In his other hand, he was holding a heavy kitchen knife to her throat. The triangular blade of the knife must have been razor sharp. There was a thin line of blood where the blade pressed into her flesh.

"Federal Agent, drop the knife or I'll fire," Pat said in a loud, firm voice.

Chris turned and saw Pat as she entered the room. She was holding a pistol in her outstretched hands. Her eyes were locked on John and when her foot hit the rug that Chris had bunched up, she tripped. The gun flew out of her hand as she went to her knees. The weapon sounded much heavier than it looked as it thudded to the floor and then skittered across the polished wood toward John.

Chris watched as the gun slid past his feet. He saw that it wasn't going to stop until it fetched up against John's foot. He also saw that they were all doomed if that cold killer got a hold of it.

Chris dove for the gun. In a movie he would have grabbed the gun by its grip as he neatly rolled across the floor, and then jumped to his feet with the bad guy in his sights. As it was, Chris belly flopped to the floor grabbing the gun with both hands. He fumbled with it as he regained his feet, but he managed to end up with the business end of the gun less than a foot from the patch of skin between John's eyes.

In the back of Chris' mind he could already see the ensuing stand off. John would demand that Chris drop the gun, which he wasn't about to do. Pat would go into mediator mode, pointing out that no one had died yet and that no one had to. But there was no menacing look on John's face, no sneer of stalemate, just a look of panic.

John jerked the arm that was around Cameron's breasts in one direction and the hand holding the knife in another. The result was a great spew of blood that shot from the blood vessels in her neck. As her body toppled over, Chris could see the gaping wound in her neck and even more blood pouring onto her chest.

For Chris, most of the world went away. All he could see was John backing away, his hands stuck in front of his body as if to ward off an attack. Chris centered the sights of the gun on John's face and pulled the trigger once, twice and a third time. He would have emptied the clip into the killer's face, but the gun jammed.

John went down and Chris went to his knees next to his body. To Chris' amazement, John was still alive. He was squirming about, still trying to get away from Chris. There wasn't a mark on his face, much less three gunshot wounds. Chris couldn't understand how he could have missed the man. Maybe in the heat of the moment he had been jerking the gun to one side as he pulled the trigger. But it didn't matter, Chris had two pounds of hard edged steel in his hands; he would just beat the son of bitch to death.

Chris raised the gun over his head, and he was about to smash it into John's face when he felt hands grab his wrist. Suddenly, he was aware that Pat had been screaming at him ever since his first shot, but between the noise of the gunshots and his state of mind, he hadn't been heard her.

"Stop, Chris, it's just a TV stunt, please don't hurt him," she was repeating over and over.

Thirty minutes later Chris was seated at the kitchen table in the cabin. He picked up a plastic bottle of water and took a long drink. His hand shook as he sat the bottle down. He still wasn't over the tremendous adrenaline rush of the past hour.

On the table next to the bottled water, was the knife that John it turned out that his name really was John had held to Cameron's throat. For the fifth time in the last few minutes, he picked it up and looked it over. It was a prop of course. The thing was mostly hollow plastic. What would have been the cutting edge was actually rounded and full of tiny holes. When an actor squeezed the knife's handle, fake blood came through the holes. A dull metal coating made the prop look real. John had panicked when he saw Chris holding the gun inches from his eyes. He knew that even blanks could hurt from that range. So that's when he'd panicked, causing fake, gory blood to go everywhere. The gaping wound in Cameron's throat had been a product of light and shadow and mostly Chris' imagination.

Chris put the knife back on the table when he saw Kristen and Danni approach. They took seats and Kristen said, "Pat and Cameron are taking John to the hospital. We think he may have a burst eardrum from the shots."

"We're all about half deaf," said Danni as she rubbed at her ear. "Those full power blanks are damn loud when you shoot them indoors."

Chris smiled weakly and said, "Yeah, I noticed."

"Let me tell you what's going on from the beginning," said Kristen.

It turned out that Kristen, Danni and Pat were television producers. They had a contract to turn out a so-called reality show based on the lives of college co-eds. The girls got room, board and tuition in return for having a large chunk of their private lives put on tape. Of course the girls had to take on challenges made up by the producers. The over weight girl of the house was forced to go out for cheerleader. The beautiful girls were forced to woo geeks and nerds and so forth. It had been Cameron's job to lure an all American stud into thinking that he was really faced with a life or death situation.

"The crew had a betting pool going as to whether you would scream, or cry, or wet your pants or just run away," said Kristen with a smile.

"Too bad they didn't add 'grab the gun and blaze away like John Wayne'," chipped in Danni.

"Yeah, too bad" said Chris with a good deal of sarcasm.

"Look, no harm no foul," said Kristen, getting back to business. She took a file of papers that she had been holding and pushed it across the table to Chris. "These are papers that release us to show you in our program."

Chris took the file and thumbed through the dozen or so sheets of paper.

Danni held out a pen for him to use. "This is you ticket to fame," she said. "Who knows, you may end up on the talk show circuit. There're any number of possibilities."

Chris took the file and stood to leave. "I'll let you know," he said.

Several days later, Chris was studying in his room, late at night, when there was a knock at his door. "Come in," he called out. He figured it was one of the guys wanting to split a pizza. But when it opened, Cameron's head slowly peeked around the door's edge.

"Hi," she said softly, "can I come in?"

"Sure," he said.

She came into the room and took a seat opposite Chris at the desk. She was wearing white Capri pants and a light blue hooded sweatshirt that was zipped low enough to show a bit of cleavage above a lacy bra. After some small talk she said, "I just came from looking at the footage they shot of you. It's some good stuff. You looked very heroic."

"Well I feel used, more like an idiot than anything else."

"Hey don't feel that way," she said, reaching across the desk to lightly touch his hand. "You were sweet. You did all you could when you thought that I was in trouble."

"How did you come to pick me anyway?" he asked.

She shrugged. "They wanted a big, arrogant stud that they could scare the pants off of."

"And you thought that was me?"

Now it was her turn to shrug and smile. "You certainly filled out the stud part when I saw you all sweaty in front of the mailboxes that day. And a lot of guys who look like you think that the world revolves around their oversized egos. But after I got to know you a little, I tried to persuade Danni and them to let me get someone else. I didn't want to see you embarrassed. But, apparently they ambushed you at lunch or something, and after that their minds were set."

"Oh," said Chris as he loudly cleared his throat. "Maybe it's my own fault that I made such a huge impression."

"Well anyway," she said as she picked up the folder that held the release papers, "have you signed these?"

"No, I haven't decided. I might, they are offering a little money."

She opened the folder and looked at the papers. "Not very much money," she said. She gave him a sly grin. "How much money would you like to get out of this?"

"Gee," said Chris looking up in the air as if to read off some astronomical figure. "Let's say ten thousand dollars."

Cameron stood and walked around the desk. She plopped the file down in front of Chris and took a pen from his fingers. She wrote a two and a zero in front of the dollar offer from Danni and friends, and then she drew a heavy circle around the figures.

"That's twenty thousand more than their offer," said Chris, stating the obvious.

"Right," she said. "I'll take this back and tell them that you wanted more, but that I talked you down to the twenty. They'll pat me on the head and tell me that they know how to play hard ball. They'll offer you the ten thousand and probably add a note telling you to take it or leave it they can always blur out your face and use the tape anyway."

Chris beamed up at Cameron. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her down to his lap. "Hey, I'm beginning to think that you're on my side."

Cameron slid her arms around his neck and gave him a soft, wet kiss that lasted for a full minute. She could fell the affect that it was having on Chris. His rapidly hardening cock was practically lifting her into the air.

"You know," said Chris, "the other night you said that you wanted to do this some place more romantic."

She looked around the drab dorm room thoughtfully for a second and said, "I guess I owe you one," then she locked her mouth on his.

Cameron's kiss was so frantic Chris thought his tongue was going to be tied in knots. She rocked her hips on his distended cock until it ached. He ran his hands underneath her sweatshirt and took his pleasure at the feel of her warm, soft skin. Cameron broke their kiss just long enough to pull off her top and bra. Chris eagerly moved his hands to her breasts. They weren't large, but they had a nice shape. Cameron moaned softly and arched her back when he took a nipple in his mouth and played it with his lips and tongue.

Chris stood with Cameron in his arms. She gently nipped at his neck as he turned to his bed and laid her down. Cameron kicked off her shoes and then Chris helped her skin off her tight Capri pants.

Cameron whipped off her thong and then used the elastic band to shoot the feathery panties at Chris' chest. "You're wearing way too many clothes," she said laughing. "Let me see what I can do about that."

Chris stepped closer and Cameron undid his belt. It took a bit of doing but in a few seconds Chris' cock was jutting stiffly from his groin. Cameron bent the rigid flesh to mouth level and began to kiss and tongue Chris' cock head as eagerly as she had his mouth.

"Oh that's too good," said Chris. She was using both hands to jack his cock.

He peeled off his shirt and then reluctantly pulled away from Cameron's lovely mouth long enough to shed the rest of his clothes.

There was nothing demure about Cameron. She lay on her back with her legs bent at the knees and spread wide. She was fondling her breast with one hand while she rubbed at her clit with the other. "Hey, that's my job," said Chris as he climbed on the bed and pushed Cameron's hand away from her shaved pussy. He split her silken lips with his tongue and moved it to the little button of her clit. He eased a finger into the clinging wetness of her pussy and probed until he found the bump of her g-spot.

"Oh fuck, Chris," she moaned, "what are you doing?"

Chris grinned to himself, apparently no other man had done this for Cameron. He slowed his ministrations and brought her along slowly. He excited to the edge of climax a dozen times. He had to practically fight her off with his free hand as she did her best to shove his face into her dripping pussy.

"Damn it, Chris," she hissed, "fuck me, please fuck me."

Chris relented and moved up her body. He worked his swollen cock head into Cameron's hot cunt and then in one solid thrust he shoved in the first nine inches of his huge cock.

"Uhhh," moaned Cameron. She started cumming immediately.

Chris fucked her until he lost count of her orgasms. When he felt as if his balls were going to burst, he pulled out of her steaming cunt. His cock plopped onto her stomach, and Chris continued to swing his hips. His cock slid up until the head was pounding on her breasts. He began to shoot a massive load of cum. The creamy stuff coated her tits, the hollow of her neck and a couple of hot streams even landed on her face.

Several minutes later, Chris and Cameron began to get dressed once again. "Sorry about the impromptu facial," he said.

"Yeah," said Cameron as she pulled her sweatshirt over her head, "someone might think that you had some issues with me."

Chris laughed and said, "None that I know of besides, you can't say that I didn't think of your needs first."

Cameron walked over to where he was standing and put her arms around his neck. In between soft kisses she said, "I guess I can't complain about that." They kissed until Chris was pulsing his hips against Cameron. "You're hard again already," she said with a bit of awe in her voice.

Chris put his hands on her ass and pulled her against his renewed hard on. "It can be hard for you, a lot," said Chris with a grin.

"I'm all for working in some recreational sex," said Cameron, returning his grin. "just as you don't mind hiding it from my fianc‚."

"Fiance?" he said.