“Now look Michael, I think you’re being unreasonable,”

“Now look Michael, I think you’re being unreasonable,” you say calmly, hoping that Alison will appreciate you sticking up for her.

Six months later in Tokyo, you and Alison are collaborating on a different sort of movie. Black-listed in Hollywood, it’s the only work you can get.

Alison Brie is wearing the remains of a Japanese schoolgirl uniform. She’s being held spread-eagled by tentacle ropes around her wrists and ankles. Crew-operated stick-tentacles with hooks on the end claw at her clothes, ripping them to shreds. Her panty-hose is torn and ruined.

Your new friend Hiro hooks a tentacle into her panties and pulls them down. This is your cue. It is a great honour for a gaijin to be allowed to operate the master dildo tentacle.

You shove the thick rubbery probe deep into Alison Brie’s pussy while she struggles and cries. There’s been a lot of crying. The Japanese love that shit.

You pump away at Alison’s cunt while she sucks on another tentacle that’s been shoved into her mouth. Her ordeal lasts for over an hour.

Finally you press down on the cum-bladder with your foot, filling Alison’s pussy with fake sperm until it gets so full that the white liquid squirts out down her inner thighs. The other guys trigger their tentacles, shooting all over her face and naked body.

You study Alison’s face for the tell-tale signs. Yep, she’s cumming again. She’s totally turned-on by this stuff, but has to hide it from the cameras or she’ll ruin the take.

When filming stops, everyone bows to each other. The tentacle porn studio is really a very respectful environment and extremely professional.

Then finally, one by one, the Japanese crew walk up to Alison Brie and jack themselves off onto the slime-covered actress. (That part is tradition.)