it will be popular,” Abby said as she made her way a bit around Madison as she brought her knee back up. Abby steeled herself and knelt a bit to get the well-angled money-shot.
“Hey, Madison, give us a smile, won’t ya?” Chris asked, once more overly excited.
“You can’t see my face in this shot.”
“That’s not what I meant,” Chris replied with a chuckle.
“Oh… Hold on.” She reached beneath herself. “Like this?”
“Perfect!” Chris beamed.
Abby swallowed hard again and snapped multiple shots from varying angles. She felt her body reacting to Madison’s soft flesh, becoming warm all over and a bit moist. She wondered how well Ethan was handling all of this. Abby was sure it was much more erotic, a much stronger turn-on for him than her—at least she hoped. With this new rush of desire to have another woman—to hold her, caress her, taste her—she began to question her own sexuality.
Madison flipped herself over the arm of the couch and hugged her midriff; lifting her breast and making them appear even more firm and full. She perched her lips and gave Abby a wry smile. The camera sounded its artificial shutter many times. This rotation continued for some time: Madison changing her position, each either pornographic or sensual, Chris vocalizing his innuendoes, and Ethan remaining utterly silent.
Abby was becoming comfortable with her reaction to Madison and began to enjoy the animalistic arousal. Her direction, when needed, produced very provocative images and she began to think this might be a heretofore- untapped talent sitting recessed in her artistic mind. That is when the camera began to beep that it was full.
“We have to dump the camera; it won’t take very long,” Abby said.
“That’s fine,” Madison said breathily.
It dawned on Abby that Madison was most likely as aroused as she was, if not more. Abby was certain Madison was an exhibitionist, and most likely living out a fantasy.
“I want to do a group of masturbation shots next, if that’s okay.”
Abby felt herself shudder in anticipation. She hoped she would be able to contain herself for that, not do anything embarrassing. She was certain that some lesbian switch had not just been thrown, but she was more than ready to have her first encounter—even hoped for it.
Ethan powered up the laptop again without further prompting and began copying images. He was a brilliant red, and Abby thought this the cutest thing. She suddenly wondered if she had begun to love him. No matter, tonight she was going to tear him apart and leave him as a steamy puddle.
“You want to proof these, Abby?”
“Yeah, if I can.”
“Sure, here, you know what to do.” Ethan spun the laptop around to face her.
Abby began to scroll through the images she had just captured, every one something for her to be proud of even considering the content. She was certain that Madison would like them, especially if she wanted to do this website thing. Then something caught her eye: a shape in the background of one of the images. She looked up and scanned the room, but the shape was not there. It certainly did not take anything from the picture itself, so she continued.
Some fifty images later, the shape was there again, only this time much more prominent. It was most certainly the outline of a person standing near the couch but still out of the way. It was dark and not entirely in focus, but she was almost positive it was Chris. She just did not remember him getting into any of the shots.
“Chris, did you walk behind the couch while I was shooting?” she asked without looking away from the picture.
He was sitting next to Madison, and kissing her ferociously; Abby felt an unreasonable twang of jealousy at this. “Chris?”
“Yeah, say again?” he responded huskily.
“Did you go behind the couch while I was shooting?”
“No,” he said flatly and went back to his groping and facial sucking, Madison moaning in delight.
“Ethan, what do you think this is?”
Ethan came close to her and peered into the glow of the laptop’s screen. “Looks like someone standing there behind the couch. Here, let me see it.” Ethan took the laptop and drew a square around the section. It leapt forward and redrew down the screen. The shape was clearer, enough so to say it was a man who looked to be wearing all black. Abby glanced over at the couple on the couch just to make sure Chris was not dressed in black. He was still in his flannel and faded jeans but now wearing Madison like a school ring.
“Oh, great,” she muttered. “Can you get closer? It may be an aberration or reflection or something.”
Ethan drew the box two more times, and the screen took its time drawing the image again. This time it was clearly a man, wearing black, but the black of a priest. He wore around his neck the white collar and a gold cross suspended on a gold chain. His eyes were shadowed and dark, giving him an utterly evil appearance, a horrific semblance of a priest. Abby felt an icy chill run down her back as she searched the room again.
Although it was dark, all of the walls were visible around her, and there was no priest. She tried to reason this in her mind, but it would not come. Abby began to be afraid, and suddenly decided it was time to leave this house and go home.
“You guys should come and see this,” Ethan called.
“What? Are they good?” Madison asked from around Chris. “Let me up, you horn dog. I want to see the pictures.” She pushed off Chris who sat back with a huff. “Let me see,” she said excitedly.
Abby felt the spark of desire again when the naked Madison leaned over her shoulder, pressed her bare breasts warmly into her back, but it did little to belay the horror swelling in her chest.
“Who is that? He looks creepy as hell,” Madison said.
“He was behind you in the photo,” Abby said. Her mouth had gone dry once more, but this time from a building fear.
“No way, guys. You put him in there, freaking computer nerd. That’s not funny, alright?”
“I didn’t put him in there,” Ethan replied defensively.
Everyone but Abby looked around the room again in search of the figure in the photo. Abby had become transfixed with the darkness that should have been his eyes. She searched the black depths, looking for some semblance of eyes, she knew somehow that if she could find them, then he would not be so horribly frightening and would become just a man.
A loud rumbling sound came from the foyer, from beneath their feet, followed by a terrible earthy crash. The laptop shut off, the screen going dark in an instant. Madison let out a scream, which made Abby scream and grab on to Ethan. Both Ethan and Chris held their tongues, but neither of them had ever been this starkly afraid before.
“It was the wall,” Abby suddenly realized. “The damn wall fell.” Her anger bullied her fear aside as she stood.
Ethan went into the foyer first and turned toward the brick wall. Abby rushed up beside him. They turned on their flashlights and began scanning the floor. There were chunks of brick and concrete dust everywhere, scattered all around the floor, some of it still suspended in the air.
“That’s just fucking great!” Abby said hotly. “How are we going to clean this up?” She cradled her head in her hands, exasperation suddenly filling her with hopelessness.
“What is it?” Madison asked, hunched and close to Chris and, not surprisingly, still entirely nude.
“The damn wall came down; we really have a mess here. Brighton is going to be so pissed off,” Abby said angrily.
“Abby…” Ethan said gently.
“No, I don’t want to hear it. We should not have been poking at the damn wall. Now I have to come up with the money to replace it and clean this mess up. And just look at the wood floor!”
“Abby!” Ethan shouted urgently.
“What?”
“The door was closed, remember?”
“So? The bricks knocked it open, so what?” She sounded angry but just a little curious at the same time.
“The bricks fell upward hard enough to force the door open. Shouldn’t they have fallen down and into the
