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CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Happy Endings

  Through a large set of brushed-stainless-steel doors at the far end of Stan Peters' office was his personal 60-seat screening room. Iren, Ray, Danny, and Stan sat in the black crocodile chairs eating popcorn and drinking Cristal as they watched the live feed of Brianna and Brad making out. Brad was dressed in a pink tutu, which Stan had been hoping for, and Brianna was dressed in the same black dominatrix outfit Stan had personally been a victim of. His mind drifted momentarily to her whipping his balls.

  "I want a happy ending, baby," Brad pleaded like a child. "Promise me a happy ending."

  "Oh Brad, this is going to be better than a happy ending." Brianna pushed her right breast up and licked her own nipple. "When we're done, it's going to be an all-new beginning." She winked at the hidden camera.

  "I'm Mormon; but I've never been with another woman besides my wife."

  Brianna held up a string of large anal beads. "So is it safe to say you've never had anything like these shoved up your ass?" She held her head back and lowered the string of beads into her mouth like a sword swallower then pulled them back out lubricated with her saliva.

  "Fuck! Did you see that?" Danny shouted.

  Iren slipped his hand down to his crotch. "Oh, I saw it."

  "You know I can't stand reality television-but this is great!" Stan said more animated than usual.

  Ray finished chewing some popcorn and swallowed. "Would you guys shut the fuck up! I'm trying to hear the dialogue."

  "I can't believe the picture quality," commented Iren.

  Danny was delighted that he noticed. "Luckily they had a satellite dish on the roof we were able to splice into. I've got the remote camera operators in a van across the street from her place."

  Ray leaned forward in his chair. "Look at that, he's actually letting her shove those things up his ass," his voice shuddered with astonishment. "They're the size of pool balls."

  "Ahhhhh, ahhhhhh," came out of Brad's drooling mouth as a low guttural sound.

  Brianna tilted her head side-to-side and smiled. "Only fifteen or twenty more baby. You're taking it like a champ." She bit her lower lip to keep from laughing at the studio boss, as she shoved another giant anal bead up his ass.

  "Ahhhhh, ahhhhh, ahhhhhh! I don't know how long I can handle the pressure!"

  Brianna grabbed the hair on the back of his head and jerked his head back. "Just tell me when you're going to cum and I'll rip them out." She let go of his hair and slapped the back of his head before shoving two more of the proctologic spheres into his rectum.

  "Oh yeah!" he screamed.

  Iren turned to Stan. "Why did you put so much salt on the popcorn?"

  "I like it salty," Stan said then tossed some popcorn into his mouth.

  Iren bent his swelling fingers back and forth. "It's going to make me retain water."

  Danny pointed at the screen. "No guy with that small a pecker should be the head of a studio."

  "No wonder he's such an asshole," Ray said in full agreement. "Guys with small dicks seem to always get into power just long enough to really fuck things up. And why do they always buy Porsches?"

  "You know, your girlfriend is hot," Iren said, enjoying Brianna more on the big screen than the time Stan let him hide in the bedroom closet and watch.

  "Tell me about it," Stan began to laugh as Brianna took a break from shoving anal beads up Brad's ass and wrote, "I want to be pretty," across his back in red lipstick

  "You should give her a raise for this," Ray said seriously.

  Iren, Danny, and Stan all gave him dirty looks.

  "Pass the popcorn would you?" Ray asked, ignoring them.

  With only one bead and some chord hanging out of Brad's ass, Brianna laid down next to him face up and spread her legs wide. "I want you to fuck me good with those things up your ass!"

  "I can't," groaned Brad, still bent over on all fours.

  "Fuck me bitch!" Brianna shouted at him.

  With considerable effort Brad maneuvered himself on top of Brianna and began to pump away.

  Danny's on-the-fly director expertly switched from the overhead shot as the final bead disappeared up Brad's ass to a close-up shot from the two-way mirror behind the headboard.

  "I'm almost there!" screamed Brad as his face contorted comically.

  Huge laughter broke out in the screening room. Danny got up and tried his best to imitate Brad's facial expressions.

  "Yeah, oh yeah!" Brad's face did a severe white man's overbite. "Ahhhhhhhhh!"

  "Yeah, yeah, yeah! That feels so good." Brianna crossed her fingers behind Brad's back.

  "Fuck yeah! Fuck yeah, you're such a stud!"

  Brad's eyes crossed. "Now! Now! Now!"

  Brianna uncrossed her fingers and reached down, grabbing the rip-chord. "Are you ready stud?"

  "Ahhhhh! Yeah! I'm cumming!!!"

  Iren, Ray, Danny, and Stan all cringed as Brianna yanked the anal beads from Brad's ass.

  "Wow! "You know that's got to hurt!" shouted Danny.

  Stan howled with laughter. "I've heard of letting one rip, but that was crazy!"

  "I'm sticking to feet, I can tell you that," Iren said imagining what it would be like to suck on Brianna's toes.

  Ray looked distastefully at the screen. "That might have been the most disgusting fucking thing I've ever seen. Must have felt good, though. Look at him-he can't even move!"

  They all looked at the giant screen curiously as Brianna said, "Brad. Hey, Brad."