‘I’m an artist. What in God’s name am I doing here? For the love of…’

Chuck raised his hands.

“No no no- cut cut cut it. Christ, Tammy, how many times do I have to tell you- grease him up with the butter, then stick his dick in your mouth. You know this.”

“But it doesn’t feel right.”

“What? His dick? It looks great.”

“No, I just, I want to get right to it, too much foreplay.”

“Honey, I love foreplay and so do all the assholes who’ll watch this. So, please, for the love of God, take the butter and start spreading.”

“I’m going to throw up.”

“Well, don’t swallow so much dick, ok?”

“No, no, from the butter. I hate butter, I mean after the chocolate and whipcream… too much, Chuck, it’s too much.”

“I want the butter. Please, just as they say, suck it up, please, Tammy. I really want the butter in the shot.”

“Why? Butter after chocolate, who does that? You’re gonna make people sick; you’re making me sick.”

“Maybe that’s what I want, I want to make stomachs turn here. I don’t just want fuck fuck fuck come- go home the end. That is not the film I want to make. I want emotion, I want suspense. I want love, I want hate and I want butter. Shit, look what we’ve done, Hank’s lost his erection.”

“I’m alright, give me a minute, we’re good to go.”

“Hank, you’re a true pro. Tammy, take notes from Hank.”

“Hank doesn’t have to swallow half the crap I do, ok, Chuck? I think I have been very accomodating up to this point. I let you hang me naked upside down face first in the toilet bowl which was filled with enough jizz to choke a horse, but, a girl knows her limits and comfort zones, and the butter is making me gag. All I’m asking that you get rid of one small dairy product, replace it with low fat corn oil, I don’t care, just, I’m telling you, you make me swallow his buttery penis, I will throw up.”

“Then throw up. If that’s the reaction you fell, go with it, throw up.”

“You’re serious? You want me to vomit?”

“Either way I’m a happy man. Hank, how you doing over there?”

“Just about got it.”

“Need a hand?”

“No, I’m good.”

“Ok, let’s get into position, wait, Meg, could you get rid of that dog, that one, good good. Ok, Hank?”

“Let’s do it.”

“Ok, let’s make some magic.”

“I’m seriously going to puke here, Chuck.”

“Just do what comes naturally, dear. Just don’t stop and we’ll keep shooting.”

“You’re a sick fuck, Chuck.”

“Please please, Tammy. Ok, Hank, let me look at you. You’re a god among men, Hank.”

“It’s really no big deal.”

“That’s why we pay you the big bucks, my boy. Ok, lights, how we doing?”

“Check lights.”

“Ok, camera?”

“Check camera.”

“Ok, Hank, Tammy?”

“Whatever, Chuck.”

“That’s what I like to hear. Ok, and action!”

Tammy took Hank’s penis in her left hand, while reaching to her right for a plate of soft butter. She rubbed the butter lightly up and down Hank’s hard member, then swallowed and instantly started gagging. Hank shuddered with arousal. Tammy withdrew just as her vomit spewed over Hank’s penis and feet.

“Beautiful! Quick, Hank, Hank, look at Tammy and say the first thing that comes to your head!”

“Shit, Tammy, what’d you have for breakfast?”