By participating in a movie project of theirs

"Sooo?" you throatily prompt, feeling the air brushing against your pussy lips and wishing the bottle was again within you.

Bill continues, eyeing your messy body as he says, "So we have a little project we've been working on. It's a two-hour film."

"Film?" you repeat, surprised. This definitely wasn't what you were thinking of, but the idea of being an actress kind of tickles you. "Well, I guess. Let me read the script and we can do it some time."

"Oh don't worry about that," Sam smirks. "Your lines are easy. And we've had things ready for awhile now, we just hadn't found the right... actress."

"Besides, Phillip won't be ready for you for another eight hours or so," Bill says, drawing your puzzled attention.

"Ready? Ready for what?"

"Oh, you know his type.... fussing about the place, calling people to talk about his new place. Nothing to worry about," Bill assures you, not entirely successfully. Was your little home going to look all strange when you got back to it?

"Let's get a move on. We're gonna need the time. Takes and re-takes, you know," Tom says, walking to the back of the truck and jumping out. "I'll drive us over."

"Just let me get changed and cleaned up," you say as you start to struggle up from the extra-plush mattress.

"Oh don't worry about that. We've got clothes that'll fit you."

"But..."

"Relax. A girl like you'll love this," Sam smirks, going to the door with the others.

"Wait, you're not leaving me back here, are you?" you struggle to straighten up, but before you can make it the door swings down, leaving you alone in the back.

Fortunately there's a bright overhead lightbulb, but you'd still prefer to be riding up front with the boys. Until, that is, you remember that you're naked.

"Well, that'd be an adventure," you murmer, hand stroking up your thigh like it had a dirty mind of its own.

Imagining yourself up front with the boys, naked and being molested - or molesting them - during the ride makes the ride seem short. Your hands roam your body like theirs had, stroking and pinching like Tom and Bill. When your thoughts shift to Sam your lips curl derisively, your hands and nails become extra rough, and somehow your body soars into an orgasm as you leave red marks and scratches on your body.

All at once the truck seems to slow, and after a series of turns you inch your way off the mattress and toward the door, wondering what the set will look like.