Yes, I'm back. I tried to take less than two months to get this section out. And I couldn't believe it when I succeeded! As always, don't read this story if you can't for whatever age or legal restriction--don't. This story is not meant to imply anything about BSB or any celebrity that will (might) be mentioned. But I guess that needn't be stated now that Brian and Kevin are going to get married, huh? Oh well, I still enjoy my fantasies about them, and hope they'll give us a baby Kevin and a baby Brian. That'll be too cute. Anyway, if you want to e-mail me (you know the drill) my addy is worknprog@yahoo.com! I'm starting with a quote I love, then you'll get to read the next section. Enjoy the story!
"I love you, I love Kat, but I love the [Red Hot] Chili Peppers more. I'm going home."~ Jennifer Finch of the band L7 in a note written to Courtney Love and Kat Bjelland(of Babes In Toyland fame).
Bad Boy B-Rok: The Stripper Movie By-Lep
(Part One)
"This is not fair. I can't dance to Magic Carpet Ride!" Aaron practically had a tissy as he sat across from me. "Well I can't either. It's from the fuckin' seventies, for God's sake." Brad agreed. "Good lord. You guys are a bunch of whiners!" I laughed and pulled the piece of paper out of Aaron's hand. "I'll do it."
Aaron smiled at me like I'd just saved him from the electric chair. I just looked at him as he drew another song from the four in the hat, looking much more pleased with his second draw. Brad then drew next, looking just as pleased at his draw. Brad passed the hat over to Chris, who was sitting to my left, timid and shy as always. Chris drew his song and seemed to look happy that nothing jumped out of the hat at him. He was pretty shy for an actor. Hell, he was shy for anyone. Just as all the guys were settling back down, Bob came walking over with a smile on his face.
"Has everyone decided what song they're going to do?" He rested a hand on my shoulder as he asked. "Yeah, I'll do Magic Carpet Ride." I looked up at him. "I'm doing Never There." Aaron sighed, acting like all of the sudden he was unhappy with his song again. "What are you doing, Chris?" I asked with a smile as to not spook him. "I'm Good At Being Bad." He practically whispered. "I'm sure you are, but what're you dancing to?" I teased him.
He turned a shade of red I never knew a human being could achieve, making all of us laugh.
"Bob, do we really have to strip to these songs?" Aaron asked like a big movie star would.
I couldn't help it, I giggled at his condescension.
"Yes, Aaron." Bob tried hard not to laugh with me. "These are all going to be on the soundtrack, so we want you guys to use them to strip to."
Aaron gave me an evil look, like I had messed with his plan by laughing at him.
"Who's going first?" Bob asked quickly.
Predictably, no one raised their hand. I just sat there, waiting for someone, anyone, to say they'd do their scene first. Ofcourse, no hands were to be seen.
"I'll do mine first, Bob." I tried to smile, but felt like slapping Aaron and Brad. "Okay, we'll get set up. It'll probably be a bit, so you guys might want to go ahead and go to lunch." Bob smiled down at me, but I could read in his eyes that he wanted to slap Aaron and Brad, too.
With that, Bob took off, leaving me at the table with two assholes, a prude and nothing but a bathrobe and thong on. Needless to say, I was a little uncomfortable.
"Well guys, I'm going to go get something to eat." I stood from the table and pulled my robe tightly around my body. "I wonder if Spago's delivers?" Aaron made a completely pretentious remark as I stood there. "If they don't, they do allow you to eat in the restaurant. But you and Brad both can't go." I replied. "Why?" Brad looked at me like I was crazy. "Yeah, why?" Aaron repeated. "They only allow one ego per table." I replied, tongue in cheek, then looked down at Chris. "Want to accompany me to lunch?" "Sure." Chris was wide-eyed at my suggestion. "Come on." I smiled at him.
Chris got up as Aaron stared at me for making such a rude comment. Chris and I walked off the set and onto the lot, the natural light almost blinding us. I followed Chris to his trailer and waited outside while he changed into something appropriate to wear to lunch, then we headed over to my trailer, my robe flapping in the fairly strong breeze as we walked. As soon as I got to the trailer, I swung the door open and hopped inside, Chris following me. Immediately, I saw Brian laying on the couch, holding a magazine in front of his face.
"Hey, what are you doing here, boy?" I was ecstatic to see him. "You left me with Barb. I hope you didn't expect me to stick with her all day." Brian laughed and tossed the magazine aside as he sat up. "She can be sort of grating after awhile, can't she?" I laughed. "Oh, Chris, this is Brian."
I pulled Chris in front of me and introduced him to Brian. Chris just stood there, his cheeks rosie.
"Hi, nice to meet you." Brian stood and walked over. "Hi." Chris mumbled bashfully and extended his hand. "He's sorta shy." I patted Chris on the back as Brian shook his hand with a warm smile. "And you're in a movie about strippers?" Brian laughed. "Well, it's a job." Chris actually said four words. Five if you counted it's as 'it is'. "True. So where are we going to lunch, boy?" Brian sat back down on the couch as I began rifling through the closet of clothes across from him. "Well, we can't go to Spago's." "Why not?" "It's Diva Day there." I replied, making Chris giggle bashfully. "Huh?" Brian cocked his head at me. "I'll explain over lunch." I laughed and went into the bathroom with a pullover sweater, jeans and boxers.
"I'll have the Tuna Salad on wheat. And a glass of lemonade, please." I requested of the waiteress. "How about for you?" She asked Brian. "I'll have the same, but with chips, please." Brian looked at me as he ordered. "Okay. And for you?" The waitress turned to Chris as she wrote feverishly.
Chris glanced at Brian and I both nervously before speaking up.
"Um, I'll have the roast beef on rye and a bowl of your tortilla soup. Oh, and I'll have a Mountain Dew." He requested. "Okay guys, I'll be back shortly with your drink order." The waitress replied as she jotted down the last bit of the order and gathered up our menus. "I'm so proud of you. You ordered something healthy!" I laughed at Brian as the waitress walked away. "Well, I figured since you're trying to get healthy, I should, too." Brian smiled. "Blame the fuckin' doctor." I sighed. "Matt had a couple nasty kidney stones, Chris. That's why we're eating so blandly." Brian explained. "Really? Are you okay?" Chris looked concerned, but still shy. "Oh yeah. Now I'm fine. Physically, anyway. I stopped drinking soda, alcohol, eating fatty or salty foods. Just anything I loved, I don't eat or drink anymore." I laughed with my explanation. "He even quit smoking." Brian cooed and pinched my cheek. "Yeah, yeah." I faked being shy. "Gosh, you eat a lot healthier than I do." Chris stated. "Well, my ambition is to take up yoga and become Madonna, so you know." I joked right before the waitress returned with our drinks.
We all took a quick drink from our cups before Brian spoke up.
"So what's this crap about Diva Day at Spago's?" "Oh, Aaron and Brad were going there for lunch. Well, they were going to try to get them to deliver to them, actually." I replied with a snort. "Boy, you've got three more months to work with those guys and you already dislike them?" Brian laughed. "Brian, let me tell you," I turned towards him,"those boys have as much attitude as Divas Live '98 AND '99 put together."
I thought Chris was going to spit out his soda.
"Jesus, Matt. Don't try to choke your co-star." Brian laughed and reached over to pat Chris on the back. "I'm sorry, but those boys get on my nerves. They've got egos bigger than Roseanne and Delta Burke's asses put together." I replied and took another sip of water. "Nice analogy." Brian twisted up his nose. "Thanks."
"Mr. Thompson?" A man in a blue suit walked up to the table. "Yes?" The three of us looked up at him almost simultaneously. "You have a call at the waitress station." He smiled and headed back to wherever he came from. "Does Barb track you down everywhere you go?" Brian laughed. "This is why I don't have my cell phone with me." I sighed and got up from the table. "I'll be right back."
I walked across the shaded patio of the cafe and into the main part of the restaurant. The whole cafe had an open feel to it. The doors were huge, open outward, creating a very fresh feel to the whole thing. I began to wonder why I had never been there to eat before. The patio where the three of us were sitting was sparsley covered with bistro style tables with umbrellas to keep the sun, and birds, away. All at the same time it seemed friendly and public, but still had an air that you were able to keep your privacy there. I liked it. I finally found out where the waitress station was, and saw the phone with the receiver off the hook. Ofcourse, there were three waitresses standing there, smiling and waiting for me to come over. I just smiled as I approached and picked up the phone, afraid the waitresses would listen in on everything said. Trying to seem pleasant and inviting, I didn't shoo them away before picking up the phone.
"Hello, this is Matt." I could hear the pack of waitresses whisper as I said my name.
The waitresses were the only noise I hear, though. No one answered on the other end of the line.
"Hello?" I repeated.
Still no answer. I carefully put the phone back on the set and began to walk back to my table, a little upset that I got interupted for nothing.
"What did the old hag want?" Brian smiled at me as I sat back down at the table, my food already waiting on me. "Wow, that was quick." I looked down at my sandwhich hungrily. "Yeah. What did Barb want?" Brian repeated himself as he bit into his sandwhich. "Oh. There wasn't anyone there." I answered quickly, and confusedly as I took a sip of my drink. "First she interupts lunch, then she hangs up?" Brian sighed. "Well, she's not exactly polite sometimes." "Who's that?" Chris uttered, barely audible. "Oh, my manager." I explained succinctly. "We better dig in. I'm sure Bob will want us back on the set soon."
(Part Two)
"Hey, Matt, could I talk to you for a second?" Bob came into my trailer as Sonya was fucking with my hair. "Sure, what's up? You remember Brian?" I replied, waving in Brian's direction. "Ofcourse. How're you doing, Brian?" Bob smiled at him. "Great." Brian looked over his magazine he was reading long enough to reply. "Good, good. Sonya, could you excuse us for a minute?" Bob seemed rushed. "Now don't do anything to mess that up." Sonya reminded me to be careful with my hair before she left.
I watched Sonya leave the trailer, then began looking for my cigarettes, forgeting I had quit.
"What's on your mind, Boberino?" I asked as I looked around, confused. "Well, I want to ask you a really big favor." Bob sat down on the couch by Brian's propped up feet and looked at me. "Okay." "I just talked to the producers..." "Oh god, I don't like the way this is sounding already." I knew whenever Bob mentioned the producers, something big was happening. "Well it's not too bad. Don't worry. We just wanted to know if you could do something for us." "Um, what?" I was worried. "Well, you know the scene we're about to shoot? The one where you get up on the table in the club and do the strip tease for your friends?" Bob asked slowly. "Yeah, what about it?" "Well, you know I wouldn't ask you to do this if I didn't think it'd be a good idea for the movie." Bob stared at me, seriously. "NO!" I answered loudly before the question was asked, making Bob jump and Brian look at me over the top of his magazine. "I haven't even asked yet." Bob stuttered. "I am NOT doing full frontal nudity." I followed up, making Brian drop his magazine. "How do you know I'm going to ask that?" He replied quickly. "Well, are you?"
Brian moved his eyes back and forth, from me to Bob with morbid fascination.
"No." Bob shook his head incredulously. "Oh, then I'm sorry." I felt embarassed for making a snap judgement. "You'd get to keep your clothes on." Bob stated. "Okay. Well, then what's the favor?" "We just wanted a quick flash." "Huh?" I didn't know what that term meant. "You know, drop your pants a little." Bob tried to explain. "Well that's what a strip tease is, isn't it?" I laughed. "Jesus." Bob sighed from frustration and embarassment. "We want you to flash your dick."
As soon as Bob said the word "dick", Brian sat up straight.
"Isn't that like full frontal nudity?" I asked sarcastically. "No. All your other clothes will stay on." "Get out of my trailer." I pointed at the door, laughing. "Matt, I'm serious. Marcia and Klint thought it woul help boister audience's want to see the movie." Bob tried to reason with me.
I just sat there, dumbfounded that Bob was asking me to whip out the holiest of holies for a scene.
"We're not talking more than a couple seconds. It's meant to be like something you do to be funny in the scene." "And to sell the movie with sex." I replied. "Well, that's not our full intention, but somewhat, yes." Bob was grasping for words. "I see." I looked over at Brian, hoping he'd pipe in with an argument.
He didn't.
"So, will you do it?" Bob asked quickly, practically begging. "I'll think about it, Bob. I'll let you know when I come in to do it in a few minutes." I sighed. "That's all I ask. Think about it. We'll be waiting for you on set. Take your time." He smiled and hurriedly left my trailer.
I sat there in silence for a minute, then slowly looked over at Brian to gauge his expression. He was completely blank. I got up and went over to the couch to sit next to him.
"What do you make of that?" I asked in a low tone. "I don't know. You gonna do it?" He asked. "I have no clue. Should I?" "Well, that's up to you baby." Brian started. "I'm not going to tell you what to do with your body." "Baby, I don't know if I want everyone that is able to get into an R rated movie to see my dick." I tried to make a joke.
Brian sat there for a moment before speaking.
"I don't know why not." "What do you mean?" I laughed. "I mean, why should I just whip it out for posterity?" "Because he's so cute." Brian looked down at my lap with an evil smile and moved closer. "Cute?" "Yes, very." Brian looked up at me with the same evil grin. "Cute doesn't work. I want to hear an adjective like big, huge, tasty--or photogenic would be best for all intents and purposes." I laughed. "Yeah, he's all that, too." Brian giggled, then leaned over and kissed me, his tongue brushing my lips. "Back up, sex machine." I held him away at arms length. "Bob said they'd wait." Brian grinned and tried to move back towards me. "I know." "Then what's the problem?" Brian looked frustrated.
If the tent in his khakis was any indication, he also looked horny.
"First you have to help me decide what to do, then I'll bust a little sumpin sumpin on you." I teased. "It's up to you, baby. You know I won't tell you what to do. But you know, you are a nice size--even when limp--so it's not like you should be embarassed." Brian offered. "Now, see? That's what I wanted to hear." I laughed and pulled him towards me. "Besides...after...the...Playgirl...photo...you...can...prove...your...body...i ...much...better...than...that." Brian punctuated each word with a kiss to my neck or lips as I ran my hands down his back and rested them on his ass. "You know, if you keep being this nice, he might just come out to see you." I breathed heavily as Brian pushed me down on the couch and laid on top of me, still kissing my neck. "If he won't come out, I'll go get him." Brian came up for air and smiled evily down at me. "Promise?" I ground my hips up, rubbing against the bulge in Brian's pants.
Brian drew air in through his teeth, then shoved his face back in my neck and began kissing me again. Brian began to grind his hips into mine as I grabbed onto his ass tightly and push him down on me. Brian put a knee on either side of my hips and raised up, the tent in his pants alot more noticeable. He smiled down at me with lust in his eyes as he slowly pulled his shirt off over his head. He threw his shirt across the trailer, it landing in the make up chair. Before he could make another move, I reached up and placed a hand on his chest, slowly tracing down from between his pecs to the button on his pants, his eyes following my hand all the way down. When I stopped at the top of his pants, Brian looked me in the eyes, begging me to open them.
"Does this remind you of something?" I asked Brian, my eyes beaming. "Huh?" He cocked his head, confused. "Oh, about a year and a half ago, this guy took me back to his hotel room." I started to explain as I unbuttoned Brian's pants. "Really" Brian caught on. "Mm Hm." I rolled his pants down until his hard cock had his boxers pointing at me. "What happened?" Brian asked, sighing from the relief I was giving him. "Well, he took me up to his hotel room." I grabbed the front of Brian's boxers and pulled the slit apart until his cock popped through and was staring me in the face. "Oh god, Matt." Brian groaned as I wrapped a fist around his engorged member. "What happened?" "Well, I ended up sucking him off until he exploded in my mouth. You wouldn't believe the load he fed me. And it was sooooo sweet." I teased Brian as I slowly stroked his dick. "I bet you'd like to do that to him again sometime, wouldn't you?" Brian swiveled his hips as I held his rigid cock in my fist. "I sure would." I smiled. "Well you know you can." Brian thrust his hips slightly, making the head of his cock slide further through my fist and towards my face. "Really? You think A.J. would want me still?" I replied like I was serious. "Ohhhhhh, you're going to pay for that." Brian looked down at me with a smirk. "Ya' think?" I smiled up at him, indignently. "Oh, I know." Brian leered down at me.
Before I could say a smart alecky remarked back, Brian grabbed both of my hands and held them over my head on the couch. I struggled slightly, just to add to the pleasure of being "forced" into sex. Brian took both of my wrists in one hand and held them in place over my head as he scootched up my body until his cock was just inches from my mouth. Brian just smiled down at me and moved his hips slightly so his cock bobbed just out of reach of my mouth and tongue. I looked up at him and tried to move my head up enough to get the head of his cock between my lips, only to have him move back everytime I tried, just to tease me. I just glared up at Brian as he taunted me with his dick, which started to ooze precum and drip onto my lips and neck.
"What? Do you want this?" Brian taunted me by move his hips far enough forward to make his cock brush up against my lips.
I didn't answer, I just tried to capture his dick in my mouth.
"I didn't hear you answer." Brian stated, his tongue pressed firmly into his cheek. "Yes." "Is that all?" Brian grinned. "Yes, I want your cock in my mouth Brian. I want you to shoot your cum down my throat. I can't wait to have you shove your cock right down my throat. I just want to taste you." I got as nasty as I could.
I guess it worked, Brian opened his eyes wide and looked down at me like he had never seen that side of me. Actually, I don't think he had seen it but once before.
"So, are you gonna give me that delicious piece of meat?" I replied, then pushed my head as far up as I could and lapped at the tip of his head, capturing his precum on my tongue. "Oh god, Matt. You make me so hot." He groaned, then leaned forward and let me take him in my mouth.
I slowly sucked at the head of his cock, and the first two inches he let slide between my lips, his precum flowing from the piss slit generously. I could feel his juices sliding down my throat as I sucked at him roughly. After getting to suck on only the tip of his cock for a bit, I pulled off at him and looked up.
"Are you just going to fuck around, or are you going to feed me that cock?" I demanded. "Oh, you want me to give this to you, huh?" Brian grabbed his cock and slapped it down on my lips. "Right now." I replied. "Then you're gonna get it."
He didn't give me a chance to reply, he kept a firm grip on his cock and shoved it past my lips. Brian kept pushing forward until every inch of his cock was in my mouth, the head of his cock pushing against the back of my throat. He stopped for a second and let his cockhead widen my throat, then slowly pulled out 'til just the head was in my mouth, then thrust it back into my mouth. Before long, Brian was thrusting in and out of my mouth, showing no mercy as he gagged me with the large head of his cock. His precum was flowing from the head like a river. Finally, he let go of my hands, but continued to fuck my mouth. I reached behind him and grasped onto his ass, pulling him down as he thrust, trying to get as much of his cock down my throat as I could. After about ten minutes of non-stop fucking of my face, I moved my hand down to Brian's asshole and slowly began to finger his hole, slightly penetrating him. Brian let out a gutteral moan, and stopped for a second. Then without warning, he began slamming his cock down my throat, his balls making audible slaps against my chin on each thrust. I quickly, and roughly shoved two fingers deep into Brian's hole. Just as I did that, he thrust a final time, getting his cock deep in my throat. Then I felt it. He was cumming. Stream after stream of creamy cum was sliding down my throat. Brian moaned loudly as he unloaded into my throat, the expression on his face of pure relief. After his orgasm subsided, Brian slowly withdrew from my mouth and straddled my waist, breathing heavy.
"Jesus, Matt." Brian looked down at me with nothing but love in his eyes.
I didn't answer, I just turned quickly, shoving him underneath me. I ripped his pants and boxers off of him and threw them over with his shirt. I unzipped my pants quickly, letting my now uncomfortably hard cock out and pulled his legs up on my shoulders.
"You ready to pay?" I smiled evily before aiming my cock right at his asshole and shoving it in in one hard thrust.
(Part Three)
"Okay, are you going to do it?" Bob asked quietly as he walked with me towards the table where I had to do my strip tease. "Just roll the cameras and if I do it I do it." I elbowed him.
Bob just grunted at me, as we walked up to the table. The surface was pretty cold to my bare feet, but I got used to it quickly.
"Get on up there." Bob helped me up onto the table. It was about five feet off the ground, so he had to give me a boost to help me get up on top of it. "So, when the music starts and you say 'action', I just go at it, eh?" I asked as I looked down at him. "Yeah. Spend most of your time concentrating on Sarah. She'll be standing right where I am." Bob explained.
Bob was standing right in front of me, upstructing my knees down from view of the camera. The whole set around me looked just like an authentic club. There was a beat up old couch behind me and bar stools and chairs around the table. Their was a bar over to my left, where several of the extras were already seated, watching Bob and I converse.
"Gotcha." I consented as a horde of cast members came walking towards us.
Bob began to walk off, then turned back around quickly.
"Jacket." He held his hands out. "Oh yeah." I smiled and stripped my jacket off and threw it to him. "Okay, everyone huddle in there like we discussed." Bob instructed everyone else as I stood there, beginning to get slightly embarassed that everyone's eyes were on me.
As Bob instructed Sarah, Chris, Aaron and Brad and about twenty extras on what to do, I moved on the table a bit, testing it's toppling over tendencies. The table swayed a little and creaked and moaned under my weight, but I didn't think I'd have too much to worry about. It was definitely an authentic bar table, I could tell, though. I stopped fucking around and looked up to see Brian near the cameraman, watching me with an intent smile as Bob kept announcing instructions. I smiled back and quickly did a couple hip swivels with an evil grin.
"Matt?"
I kept staring at Brian and making seductive moves.
"Matt? Hello Matt?"
I glanced down to see Bob looking up at me.
"Yes, Boberino?" I laughed. "You ready to do this?" "Sure. I'm pumped, let's bust a move." I started dancing like a retard, making the crew laugh. "Please just do what we talked about." Bob scolded me while joining in to laugh with the crew. "You got it, babes." I made a "gun" gesture and winked at him as everyone crowded around the table and Bob went to sit in the director's chair. "What do you want to dance to?" Bob hollered at me. "Has anyone danced to Sex-O-Matic Venus Freak yet?" I looked down at every standing around me.
Everyone announced, almost simultaneously that they hadn't.
"Alright. I guess that's the winner." I announced to Bob.
Bob got on his mega-phone and asked the sound room to play the song on his cue. After standing in front of the crowd of people for a couple minutes, Bob said "Action", cueing the song and the camera. Brian perked up and watched me closely as I began to do my dance. Everyone in the shot began cheering me on, hooting and hollering and making suggestive comments as I stared evily down at Sarah and began to "tease" her with my dancing. A couple people, that were behind me so that I didn't know who it was, began feeling on my legs, up to the back of my thighs. I didn't particularly care for extras that I didn't know groping me, but that's what they were supposed to do. The screaming from the people below me got louder as I began to slowly strip my shirt off. I casually glanced up as I pulled my shirt off over my head and saw Brian smiling widely. I just smiled to myself, yanked my shirt off and threw it behind me, not knowing where it ended up landing. I turned around to where my butt was facing the camera and bent over slightly, grinding my hips, showing off my ass. I felt someone reach up and give my butt a squeeze, almost making me laugh and ruin the scene. I was able to keep from laughing and turned back around, slowly and seductively dancing as I began to unfasten the button on my jeans. I couldn't look up to see Bob, due to the fact that it might ruin the shot, but I could just imagine the look of excitement on his face that I was gonna actually give him his "shot". As I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, the crowd of extras was screaming so loud I could barely hear the music. I stopped once my pants were undone and continued dancing. I continued to tease the crowd--and Bob--wanting to take it as slow as I could to draw some anticipation. As the tension built, and I got closer to yanking my pants down for the shot that I knew would be in the newspapers worldwide, I felt the table shaking violently beheath me. I tried to stay calm and kept dancing. Right then, I had to make a judgement call. Should I hurry and do the "dick shot" for Bob and risk the table falling over and breaking my neck, or just jump off? I opted to go ahead and get the shot out of the way. I slowly swiveled my hips as I felt the table shaking beneath me and I reached into my boxers and pulled out my dick. As soon as I was sure that "little Matt" had been out long enough for the shot, I stuffed myself back in my underwear and began to scream down at the crowd.
"Get out of the way!" I hollered, almost laughing.
I began waving my arms, trying to get everyone to move. I guess they didn't realize that I was about to go down with the table. Finally, they got the hint that I wasn't acting anymore and split like the Red Sea. I quickly jumped down from the table, making a loud grunting sound as my feet connected with the floor.
"Cut!" Bob came running over.
I slowly stood up, still laughing.
"Matt! Why'd you stop?!? You were doing great!" Bob asked quickly.
I didn't have to answer. Right when he stopped hollering, the top of the table came crashing off, making a very loud and menacing "boom" sound as it hit the floor. I spun around quickly to see the extras jumping back from the heavy disc that came crashing down by them. I couldn't help it, I began laughing loudly. Brian came running over, thinking I had gone crazy.
"Matt, are you okay?" Brian grabbed my shoulder. "I'm fine. But are you trying to kill me Bob?" I laughed and pointed at the table top on the ground. "Oh shit, I'm sorry Matt." Bob looked embarassed for yelling at me. "It's okay." I slowly calmed down. "But I made sure you got your shot, so shut up." "Oh yeah!" Bob yelled ecstatically, remembering I had just exposed myself for him. "Did you guys get that?!?"
Bob ran towards the camerman to make sure he hadn't missed it.
"You sure you're okay?" Brian grabbed me and made me face him. "Yeah, I'm fine." I giggled. "You could've gotten hurt boy!" Brian scolded me with a slap to the arm. "But I'm fine, and I got the shot done. Don't worry about it." I slapped him back.