"But that wasn't in the script," Felix says. "That was most definitely not in the script."

"Why did Bobby want Sam Ho back at the house, Victor?" the director asks very quietly.

I shrug helplessly, notice the confetti dotting the sleeve of the black jacket I'm wearing.

Bobby's hand lands on that arm, and smiling widely for Felix and the director, he says, "I need to talk to our boy here-can I please have him?" But it's not really a question because it's shaped in the form of a demand.

"No," the director says. "You can't."

"Am I interrupting something?" Bobby asks boyishly, tightening his grip on my arm.

"Yes," the director says. "We were having a conversation about inconsistencies."

"Hey man, I'm not the script supervisor, dude," Bobby says. "Take it up with someone else."

Felix and the director don't say anything. It's almost as if they're obeying a silent vibe Bobby's sending out: I'm beautiful, I have a purpose, go back to your dream.

We brush past extras, Bobby's arm around my neck, and he's patting my shoulder, maneuvering me to where Jamie's waiting by the exit, laughing fakely at what someone she doesn't really know says, and then Bobby asks me, "What would you think if all these people were to die and this entire hotel came crashing down?" He's grinning, serious.

"Oh dude," I whisper, breaking up. "Oh man."

"Here-take this," Bobby says, slipping a tablet into my mouth, offering me his glass of champagne while caressing the back of my neck. "It's like a rainbow."

28

In the shower in the bathroom Jamie and Bobby share Bobby's admiring the tans we acquired on the yacht today, at the shocking whiteness where our boxer-briefs blocked out the sun, at the white imprints Jamie's bikini left behind, the paleness almost glowing in the semidarkness of the bathroom, the water from the massive chrome head smashing down on us and both our cocks are sticking up at sharp angles and Bobby's pulling on his prick, stiff and thick, his balls banging tightly beneath it, the muscles in his shoulders flexing as he strokes himself off and he's looking at me, our eyes meeting, and in a thick voice he grunts, "Look at your dick, man," and I look down at the c**k I'm jerking off and past that, at my thickly muscled legs...

In the shower Bobby lets me make out with Jamie and Bobby's head is between her legs and Jamie's knees buckle a couple of times and Bobby keeps propping her up with an arm and his face is pushed up into her cunt and she's arching her back, pushing herself onto his tongue, and one of his hands is gripping my cock, soaping it up, and then Bobby starts sucking it and it gets so hard I can feel the pulse in it and then it gets even harder, the shaft keeps thickening and Bobby pulls it out of his mouth and studies it, squeezing it, and then he flicks his tongue over the head and then he lifts it up by the tip and starts flicking his tongue in brief, precise movements over the place where the head meets the shaft as Jamie hungrily moans "do it do it" while fingering herself in the semi-darkness and then Bobby places the entire shaft into his mouth, taking as much of my c**k as he comfortably can, sucking eagerly, wetly, while crouching down on his haunches, still stroking his own prick, and below it the curves of his thighs keep swelling as he repositions himself. I'm bending my neck back, letting the water stream down my chest, and when I look back down Bobby's looking up at me and grinning, his hair wet and pressed down on his forehead, his tongue extended, pink against his face. Then Bobby motions for me to turn around so that he can spread the checks of my ass and I can feel him extending his tongue up in it and then he removes his tongue and sticks his index finger halfway up my ass**le and keeps fingerfucking me until he's pushed the entire finger as far as it can go, causing my c**k to keep twitching uncontrollably...

I drop to my knees and start licking Jamie's pu**y, my fingers spreading her lips, and as her hands massage my hair I lean her against the shower wall-Bobby still behind me on his knees, his finger moving in and out of my ass**le, another hand running over my hard, cubed abs-and I keep running my tongue from her clit to her ass**le and placing one of her legs over my shoulder I suck her clit into my mouth as I f**k her with two then three fingers and then I move my tongue into her ass**le, f**king it with my tongue while my fingers tug on her clit, and when I stand up Bobby's finger slips out of my hole and I turn Jamie around and squatting down behind her I spread her small, firm ass cheeks open and start pumping my tongue in and out of her ass**le and then I slide my tongue deep inside her anus and keep it there while rubbing her clit until she comes...