Damage Limitation!

Gash heard the cry from the stage set of Martinet where he had been supervising the crew and knew instinctively what it was.

‘O fuck.’

‘Holy shit, what was that?’ a camera man said, eyes rolling up to the ceiling as if tracing the path of the sound through the air.

‘Nothing good.’ Gash said.

Gash took to his heels and sprinted from the set back to the dressing rooms. Diamond was a liability. She had no right being as attractive as she was. Things were so much easier and better when men were in charge of everything. Men on top, women in their place. Fucking stupid whore. He raced back through the entrance to the studio, where things were more or less back to the normal and the script girl had given birth to twins, and got back to the dressing room where he had deposited Diamond. There was a crowd of people clustered in the open doorway, and he had to use his shoulders to hustle through. No one was saying anything.

Diamond was seated at the make up table, applying a final touch of gloss to her lips, a new even tighter blouse around her massive fuck globes, and Chet – massive, studly colossus Chet – was in the middle of the room with a totally spastic rictus tarded idiotic expression on his face, one hand limp by his side, the other one mechanically taking full-length, sixteen inch stokes of his ginormous, dangerously tumescent schlong, one after another, neither joy nor sensation apparent as it *bucketed* hot, voluminous, sticky, heavy white ropes of cum *everywhere*.

It was on the ceiling, it was on the floor, it was on the clothes rail, it was splattering against the mirror, it was on the leaves of a pot plant, it was caked on the framed posters for some of the studio’s titles. He was *redecorating* the place. Only Diamond herself was unscathed.

‘Chet, what the fuck!!!!’ Gash said.

Chet made no reply. Gash approached him and shoved him on the shoulder, but there was no response. He just kept cranking his shaft as more and more spunk rocketed out of the engorged tip.

Gash pushed him harder and Chet twirled a half circle so that everyone in the doorway got more than an eyeful. Thankfully the make up girls had proved most curious, so three sets of tits got treated to a healthy spray before everyone else took cover.

‘Chet, stop, for fuck’s sake!’

Chet made a sort of gagging sound and Gash could only see the whites of his eyes. Slobber was roping off his chin. Gash spun around to Diamond, who was serene and unfazed.

‘Diamond! What did you *do*?’

Diamond pressed her lips together and cast an eye over.

‘Me? Nothing!’

Gash pointed at the berserk, mindless, spunk-spewing Hercules in the middle of the dressing room.

‘That is not nothing!’

‘All I did was introduce myself!’ Diamond protested.

‘But look at him!’

‘Yes, it’s very unprofessional,’ Diamond admitted, ‘and to think I was looking forward to working with him.’

‘He’s completely broken! You broke him! Can’t you stop it? What do you normally do when this happens?’

‘I’m not a doctor, Jonanthan, I’m just a bimbo with a massive set of *tits*,’ Diamond said. ‘now are we going to shoot this scene or not?’

‘Well we can’t shoot it now!’ Gash said. He turned to Chet who showed no sign of slowing his emissions. ‘I’ll have to find someone else!’

Diamond stood.

‘So find someone. I’m ready.’