Reap What you Sow

“YES. Mmmmmm. Yes!” Harper Gray cried out, barely noticing the jolt of pleasure as the spark entered her and bound her to the others, the unseen witch light beginning to thrum inside her.

The woman from the movie was doing an entirely different kind of riding now. The once teen was well into her twenties now, her dark red hair flowing down her back as she rocked back and forth on the man beneath her, though most of the action was hidden by the sheet around her waist. With her hands on her head, she ground against him and held in none of her moans. Even Horace kept quiet seeing the fourth link in Eris’ chain.

"Cut!" A man shouted from behind the camera and set lights. Immediately the action in the bed stopped, the red head twisting around with an annoyed look on her face.

"Harper, love, you're doing great," the director, David Barlowe, said before turning his attention to the man beneath her. "Adam. I need more passion and less… dead fish. Grab her hips, move! We have time for one more take before Miss Gray has to leave us for the day."

“Get this right, you ape. It’s bad enough I have to do this at all, try not to make this take all week.” Harper hissed at her co-star. Adam was good looking enough. He had the typical Hollywood jawline and he certainly had the muscles. Unfortunately those looks came with the acting chops of a trained chimpanzee. Harper sighed, regretting more than ever letting her agent talk her into taking this role. She didn’t need it as badly as he wanted her to believe

“Look, I’m trying. I’ve never done this,” Adam shot back, face darkening at the rebuke from the far more successful Harper. He shifted himself up on the bed nonetheless, determined to make their last take count.

People moved, lighting shifted, a woman came out and repositioned the sheet and Harper’s hair just so.

"I suppose there is no point in asking you to not do what you're clearly planning on doing?" Horace asked, seeing the look on Eris’ face. In answer Eris walked onto the set even as the director called “action” and the two actors began to move again. She approached the side of the bed, past the mostly blocked view of the cameras and took in the nearly bare bodies of the two actors. Adam’s hands moved to Harper's hips as she started to rock above him, it hardly helped the clearly clueless young man's lack of passion.

“Such a poor performance! A woman deserves more,” Eris chided, shaking her head in disapproval. Horace squawked and flew from her shoulder as the witch bent and tapped the actor on his tightly covered cock. Adam’s eyes widened, his movements becoming more eager, a hunger that had been missing before roaring to life. The bulge below swelled and fully hardened and his worried eyes became almost predatory. Harper noticed both the new bulge and the look in his eyes and her movement began to falter. “None of that girly, last take remember? Let's make it a good one.”

The witch snapped her fingers, and even as the actress started to pull away her covered pussy was suddenly magically pulled forward to press firmly against Adam's erection. Harper's mind fuzzed in confusion as she tried to pull back but was unable. She kept moving, her body on autopilot playing out the scene. She waited, sure the director would notice something was wrong and call an end to the take. Both actors were wearing genital coverings, which Harper usually hated but was desperately thankful for now. Without it she was sure the bastard would have slipped inside of her with his new found fervor.

“Let go of my hips. What the hell are you doing?” Harper hissed, deciding it had to be Adam holding her down and hoping the editors could cover her mumbled words in post and avoid ruining the take. Adam groaned, Eris’ gift still filling him with a need he couldn’t ignore.

“I… ffffuck! Give it to me. I.. I need you!” He grunted, his eyes almost animalistic and his bucking hips not slowing in the slightest.

Again Harper tried to pull away but she was stuck like a magnet to the steel hard dick beneath her. Until that moment she had felt nothing during the scene, no pleasure or arousal, this was all just an unwanted and humiliating job. Now as she began to actually grind on him she had to fight to not show the physical pleasure on her face. She felt herself growing wet, her face turning pink. Why the fuck isn’t David stopping this? Let go of me!

“S-stop. Oh... oh fuck! I... I can’t...” Harper whimpered, angry embarrassment and arousal twisting inside her. The pressure grew, heat spreading up her body, an actual climax inching closer with every passing breath. She dug her fingernails hard into the muscled shoulders beneath her, her breathing heavy and sweat beading on her forehead. She couldn’t do this, couldn’t let this happen while the camera’s rolled and the crew watched! She tried to pull away again and failed. Stop moving. Just stop! What is going on?! Her hips refused to slow and rocked her forward and then back, again and again. She saw the expression change on Adam’s face and knew he was losing the same battle she was fighting. “Don’t. Adam. Don’t you da…”

“Nnnnngh! Oh god!” Adam cried out, his hands pulling her even harder down on his spasming dick. It was too much, Harper couldn’t stop her body's response any more than he had and she came hard on top of him, her shocked cries joining his even as she tried to hold them in. She trembled as it subsided, not daring to try and pull away, afraid she’d still be unable.

Silence followed. Harper sat frozen on Adam, mortified, whatever **** that had compelled her movement gone as quickly as it had come. Adam wouldn't even look at her. No one behind them made a sound for what seemed like an eternity.

“That… that wasn’t what we had choreographed but I love the enthusiasm, you two! Much more believable! Harper, you have your… thing, right? We can pick this back up in the morning.”

The words broke the spell, or at least Harper thought they had. She shoved off hard. For a heartbeat she was still stuck fast and then she just… wasn’t. Harper threw herself off Adam and off the bed, nearly falling in her haste.

“What the _hell _was that, Adam?” She shouted, taking out her frustration and confusion on her co-star before turning it on David. “Why did you let that go on? He was clearly crossing a line, holding me on him!” Harper crossed her arms over breasts, bare but for the two beige pasties covering her nipples. A robe was brought to her and she stomped away to her dressing room without waiting for either man to respond. She tried very hard not to think about her damp panties or what the rest of the crew was likely thinking.

Eris followed casually, a smirk on her lips.

“Fascinating, truly,” Horace dripped with sarcasm, as he regained his perch. Eris shrugged. If she was going to be **** into this role she would play it her way.

“I’m giving them what they want, Horace. You really expect them to be angry that I’m getting an early start? Relax your little demon brain already.” She could give the producers what they wanted and entertain herself at the same time.

“At least these cameras filmed it,” Horace lamented. "Your show hasn't even started, Eris."

“Details. There will be plenty more where that came from. And maybe we can start the show with a rotisserie crow feast. Wouldn’t that be nice, Horace?”

Horace huffed and clicked his black beak shut.

Eris followed Harper into the dressing room and watched her quickly dress, her body still damp with sweat. Harper muttered to herself as she gathered her stuff, her face still that pretty shade of pink Eris had so easily caused. Harper glanced at her phone and swore at the time even as it began to buzz. She answered it and rushed for the door.

“I can’t talk, Leo, not now. I’m late for the damned community service thing,” She snapped. “No. How the hell do you think it went? I told you I didn’t want to do this, to find me a different role. It’s humiliating. None of these people know what they are doing, especially Adam who…” She trailed off. The last thing she wanted to talk about right then was her scene with Adam. She pushed out of the studio and made her way down the sidewalk, witch and raven in tow, and continued to chew out her agent until the city farm entrance was in sight several minutes later.

She ended her call, swearing under her breath, and approached the community city garden.

***

“Miss Gray? You made it!” Lily Taylor called to Harper. Dirt covered her arms up to her elbows as she repotted a rather large fern. The pretty brunette smiled as the peeved actress walked to her. Harper couldn’t help but to return it, her annoyance slightly fading in the presence of the genuine woman who had been acting as her handler for the last several weeks. “No work clothes again?” She asked. Harper glanced down at her designer clothing and her expensive custom boots and grimaced. “I mentioned things may get a bit dirty last time.”

Not as dirty as what just happened with Adam. Harper thought as Eris pushed images of the scene back into her mind and brought the flush back with them.

“It’s fine,” Lily said, misreading the embarrassment. “Grab some gloves at least. We are going to dig out one of the flower beds. I’ll try to keep you as clean as we can.”

Harper obeyed, pulling on the gardening gloves with only a small disgusted look at the used working attire and following the other woman to the flower bed.

“Thrilling. Two women digging in the dirt. I assume this is the next link? How many of these are you going to do?” Horace asked, flitting up to land on a scarecrow decoration placed near the flower bed the women were beginning to fill in.

“They could easily be digging a grave for a certain overly talkative bird.” Eris said, side eying the corvid. “We find as many as it takes to complete the circle.” She finished, giving no real answer at all to his question. She turned her attention back to Harper and Lily as the former awkwardly struggled to wield a shovel and the latter did most of the work.

“You’re working on a new movie, right? That’s exciting.” Lily asked, breaking the silence. Normally Harper would have answered her. For the couple months they had known each other Lily had always been easy to talk to, not obsessed with Harper or her past career nor had she even once asked about Harper's apparent slide from stardom or why she had been **** to do community service. Today though…

“What is this we are doing anyway? Adding new soil?” Harper asked, changing the subject.

“Fertilizer. Just adding a bit of compost to the beds.”

Harper grimaced again, trying not to think about her boots or her jeans.

“You really like all of this? The plants? The dirt?”

“The quiet.” Lily said, a bit of a far away look in her hazel eyes before she came back to herself with a laugh and continued. “Ya well. I grew up with it, on a farm. I guess I like getting a little bit of that here in the city, too. Plants and flowers are… comfortable.”

The answer intrigued the actress, distracted her from her bizarre evening and she pressed for more.

“Why did you leave and move to the city then? For work?”

“No. I… I just work in an office building. And I volunteer here to relax a bit.” Lily almost left it at that, would have left it in fact if Eris hadn’t shoved the next words out of her mouth before she could think better of them. “It's stupid. A guy. I moved because some dumb guy broke my heart.” She finished, head dropping back to her work.

“I’m sorry.” Harper didn’t know what else to say. She awkwardly patted the younger woman on her shoulder, the spark of witchy power deciding that was the moment to jump into Lily and link the two women together. The energy spurred even more revealing words from the farm girl's lips.

“It’s fine. I’m fine. I garden because it’s distracting. Noah… I thought he was great but I wasn’t the girl he wanted in the end. I don’t blame him.”

“Fuck that. Blame him. Whatever happened it was enough to **** you to move away, hurt you bad enough you couldn’t be there. You deserve better.” Harper interjected with fire in her voice to match the hair beneath her knit cap.

“Maybe.” A small smile returned to Lily’s face at the actress's fierce defense. She would have left it at that, hands already returning to work but Eris wasn’t satisfied. She pushed harder, forcing Lily to open her mouth and continue. “It’s just… I thought my life was set. I always knew that I’d end up married to Noah, or someone just like him, and living in the same town as my family. Until I didn’t. Until he dropped me like a sack of potatoes, like we hadn’t been together for years. He left me for some fucking woman he’d just met. I realized then that maybe my life wasn’t what I thought it was, wasn’t going to be what I’d imagined. I decided I had to get out, had to be somewhere else, anywhere else.”

“And you chose London? Seems an odd choice for a girl who wanted the simple life.” Harper asked, surprised at the usually reserved woman’s small outburst. Neither girl was working now, both standing in the dirt, hands on their unmoving tools. Lily felt the words breaking free in a torrent she couldn’t stop.

“It’s close. Ish. My parents weren’t happy, they told me I couldn’t afford it and would end up back there anyway but I needed something different. Maybe they are right. It isn’t easy even living with someone to split the bills. It’s been a struggle and I honestly don’t know what will happen. I just can’t go back, can’t see him and can’t let them be right about life being too hard for me here. I… I’ve almost broken. I almost gave up and went home,” Lily continued, voice starting to tremble. Shut up. Shut up shut up shut up! What are you doing?! Eris would not let her shut up, keeping Lily’s verbal tap opened wide. “I almost went home with a sleazy guy I had no interest in because he had money and I thought… I thought if I let myself be his I’d not have to worry. I… I’ve considered doing even worse things for money. I’m not to that point, I’d never actually do something like that but the fact that the thought crossed my mind scares me.”

Harper opened her mouth to respond but shut it again, not knowing what to say. Lily’s face was bright pink with emotions that Harper had not intended to pull from her.

“Let’s call it early maybe? I’ll sign off your hours,” Lily said suddenly, hesitant to start speaking again, afraid she’d be unable to stop.

“Uh, ya, that sounds great, thanks,” Harper said, following Lily. Lily had already jumped up and walked away from the barely-started flower bed as if fleeing it. Lily signed and Harper quietly helped her put away the tools. They walked together to the exit of the gardens and Harper watched as Lily unlocked her bike. “You’re okay? If you need anything…” She let the words hang, not even sure what she was offering. She had money, plenty of it from the Spellwork movies, but she wasn’t even sure of her own financial future at this point, not sure enough to be offering large sums to someone else.

“Thank you, that’s sweet to offer. I’m fine. I’m sorry about all that, I don’t know what came over me. Just a bit stressed I guess,” Lily said, still unable to meet the actress's eyes.

“Probably doesn’t help having to babysit me in the place you usually come to relax.” Harper muttered.

“No! No, you’re fine. I’ll see you in a few days. You’re getting close to finishing your time. You’ll be out of here before you know it,” Lily said.

“Ya, I guess I will be,” Harper said with a shrug and feeling an unexpected pang of melancholy at the thought. Harper waved as Lily began to pull away and Lily waved back.

“I suppose we have to follow?” Horace said, rejoining the witch.

“Of course.” Eris lifted a hand, black smoke trailing her fingers and forming into the long wooden handle of a broom.

“You have got to be kidding me. You’re not actually going to use that are you?” Horace asked, incredulous.

“What? It fits with your beloved Producers’ theme for the season doesn’t it? I thought you’d be proud of me.” Eris pulled the broom between her legs and lifted into the air.

“You look ridiculous.”

“Thanks, bird brain.”

They took off after the girl on the bike, the raven lifting off her shoulder to fly above Eris rather than humiliate himself by riding on her new toy.