"What the fuck! Howie?!" moaned Amy, "How could you!" as she slowly came down from the high.

"Hey, I just stumbled on an opportunity I couldn't let go to waste, you little, big-titted floozy!"

"Jonas? Did you know?"

"He just came in and I… I didn't know what to do!"

"Stop the fucking and tell me, maybe?"

"That would have been a terrible shame though," sneered Howie as he checked his recording, "Wonder what Clyde will have to say about this little session…"

"Howie!"

"We'll have a talk later. Hey, fucker, nothing left to do for you here. Scram!"

Jonas looked guiltily as he put on his pants and mumbled, "Sorry, Amy. Wish it wouldn't have ended this way. You're a great fuck."

"Oh for fucks sake, Jonas!"

As the artist left the two, Howie grinned at her evilly and sneered, "Things will change around here quite a bit, my big-titted slut. And you better behave and follow every one of my whims unless you want this movie to reach Clyde's strong and very jealous hands!"