"That went well"

"I think that went pretty well", you answer, turning your head in order to flash Sarah a quick smile as you proceed to crawl out from under the bed. Sarah returns a grin, throwing her legs around and hopping off the bed to help you up. With her aid you quickly manage to get up to your feet, and you give her a grateful nod. She still has the towel wrapped around her waist; although her perky breasts swing around freely as she twirls to face Hogan.

"And did you enjoy yourself, Hogan?", she asks him in a playful, almost teasing manner. "You normally last a lot longer than that".

Hogan groans, rolling his eyes as he sits on the edge of the bed, his erection slowly fading. He hooks a thumb in your direction as he looks back at Sarah. "Don't even start with me. Marcy is tight, okay?", he responds, the annoyed tone of his voice betraying how he is taking this personal. "There's a reason I last a lot longer when I'm with you, Sarah", he adds, suddenly going on the offensive in his attempt to defend his performance.

Sarah blinks, and for a brief moment you think you perceive a hurt look in her eyes. But then she flashes Hogan a quick smile, trying to brush it off with a wave of her hand. "Marcy is new. You enjoy her while that lasts, Hogan".

You're considering speaking up yourself when you suddenly notice Mr. Director stepping up besides you, clapping his hands theatrically. "Bravo! Bravo!", he exclaims, peeking over the rim of his sunglasses. "Very sexy. I had a hard-on just watching it", he adds, gesturing towards the three of you and offering a lecherous smile.

"Although...", he then continues, his voice indicating incoming criticism. All of a sudden he is staring at you in particular, and you look back at him in unease. "I couldn't help but notice some slight deviations from my carefully written script", he notes.

"You can't very well expect us to remember the script when you only hand it to us five minutes in advance!", Sarah snaps back, instantly jumping to your defense. "I barely had time to read it myself, and Marcy was still busy getting dressed. It's a miracle we remembered any of it".

The director shakes his head, holding up his hands defensively. "No matter, It all came together", he says, looking more than persuaded by her rebuttal. "My main gripe is just that it all lasted a little... shorter... than I had anticipated", he utters, his somewhat judgmental gaze now turning towards Hogan.

You catch Sarah and Hogan exchanging a quick glance, before Hogan lets out a defeated sigh and lets his head hang. "Oh come on, man", he exclaims. "Fuck. I don't know. Marcy is just very fucking tight, a'ight?", he simply repeats, obviously uncomfortable with being confronted about this.

The director shakes his head again, mercifully not pressing the issue any further. "It's okay. With some editing we can probably stitch together the footage from different camera angles in order to squeeze a few extra minutes out of it", he explains, before tilting his head to look at the three of you expectantly. "But... ideally I'd like to do another take. Do you think you're all up for it?".

Another take? You clench your teeth in thought, wondering if you truly want to go through the whole experience again right now. Having been stuffed under the bed for half the duration wasn't exactly the most comfortable of experiences, although you would have another shot at trying to get off from getting ploughed by Hogan...

You're still weighing the pros and cons when Hogan suddenly makes the decision for you: "I don't think so", he interrupts, giving his slinking manhood a gentle prod with his finger. "Not right now, at least. I'm more than spent".

"Then how about tomorrow?", Mr. Director asks in an overly hopeful voice, not taking no for an answer. He gestures towards the cameras on the edge of the set. "We simply need a little more raw footage, if you get my meaning. We can skip most of the acting".

Hogan rubs his chin as he gazes at you and Sarah, a smirk slowly forming on his lips. "Sure. I can have another go at them tomorrow", he answers with a casual shrug of his shoulders.

Sarah rolls her eyes at him but gives a slight nod before turning towards you. "Marcy?", Sarah asks. "I'm up for it, if you are?".