Melissa loses it and goes too far.

Melissa just sat, still sat on the ground, her legs spread, her clit throbbing. All around her the crew started shutting down the shot. In front of her Sonia and John Stone made small talk. They smiled. They flirted.

She was discarded. She was forgotten. 'This isn't happening' she thought. She was the one who was supposed to be flirting with John Stone right now. She was the one who was supposed to have his warm piss in her belly. Sonia was just there to help.

Sonia her former friend.

Melissa watched Sonia the slut run her hand down John Stone's well formed stomach and squeeze his amazing cock gently as they joked. This wasn't part of the porno film. This was happening.

She thought she heard him say "How was it?"

And Sonia responded. "Delicious" as she licked her lips.

Melissa didn't know what was supposed to happen next. She was supposed to get up, clean off, get dressed and go home.

And be forgotten. It was too much.

"NO!" she screamed and everyone on set, stopped and turned to look at her.

She stomped up to Sonia the bitch who greeted her with a confused look and received a slap across the face in return. Sonia fell to her knees immediately.

"It's mine!" Melissa shouted as she heard the crew members mumbling about her. She thought she heard Dr. Ladybite say something like 'keep rolling' but she didn't care.

Sonia looked up at her. "Mel... what are you...."

Melissa interrupted her with another slap and spit on her face. And Sonia closed her eyes and hissed, as if the act had turned her on. But Melissa thought that couldn't be possible. She was punishing her. That's what was happening.

So she said it again "It's mine!"

Sonia was breathing heavily now, looking up through her panting she finally asked "What's yours?"

'What's mine?' Melissa thought. 'What's happening?' The room was spinning. The whole reality was strange. She wanted something didn't she? She wanted John Stone. She wanted his cock, his cum, his piss. That was it

"His piss. It's mine! Give it back!" and Melissa slid her hand into Sonia's thick lips, scraped it past her tongue and pushed it into the back of her throat.

Sonia retched. The room was silent. Melissa wondered, where was John Stone? Where was the director?

Finally she relented and slipped her hand out of Sonia's mouth, covered in saliva from the back of her throat. Here eyes stared at Sonia with total hatred, and didn't expect what her former friend said next.

"More" Sonia squeezed out, as spittle dripped from her lips.

So Melissa obliged, thrusting her entire hand, all five fingers into Sonia's throat again, and thrusting, and pumping, filled with anger, filled with anticipation. Filled with excitement for when the piss returned again.

And it did. With one final wretch, Sonia closed her lips. But still the piss returned, back up through her stomach, past her mouth, out her lips and down her chin.

And in that moment Melissa felt pure joy, pure success. She leaned in and licked the piss off Sonia's face. It tasted warm, salty, wonderful. This is how it should be, she thought. This was right.

Yet in the back of her mind, she had a thought, that the world outside the porn shoot was somewhere she could never return. That with this act, regular reality was dead to her. She had passed a point of no-return, and if she was ever going to go back, she had to stop right now, stop, apologize to Sonia and seek help. She could do that. She could be normal again.

"What do you think now?" She asked Sonia.

Her friend was a mess, panting, covered in smeared makeup and spittle. "I loved it" She answered.

Melissa smiled. Regular reality was overrated. "Good. I want more" and she shoved her hand into Sonia's mouth again.