The Scene Is Recorded

"Ok, let's get going before our star passes out! Hitomi, you'll wake up, feel around and find that flashlight. Then you'll slowly figure out what happened.

"Dean, once the scene is dark you'll slowly walk to the wall, silently whispering cryptic shit. You'll grab each tit, mauling them like a madman. Finally, you give each one some healthy smacks that will send them flying around. We will then zoom into her jiggling tits and the scene is over. Understood?"

Dean nodded. Hitomi squirmed in anticipation. That smacking part made her really nervous. Would they discover the nanites in her? How would they react? She hoped for the best, hoped that it would stay her secret.

"Alright, everybody in position! Camera, Light, Action!"

The room was barely lit. Cameras everywhere were recording the scene. Hitomi struggled, wiggled and knocked against the wall. She found the flashlight, fumbled, and finally guided the light over the thick wall, showcasing how trapped she was.

Then, a darkly clad figure was entering the room. Barely audible squirms came from behind the wall. The figure chuckled, walked to the wall that sported two red, glowing orbs in the middle. The figure whispered, "Finally, finally, my little boobies. Finally, we are alone!"

He reached out, grabbed the orbs, squeezed them roughly. The camera panned behind the wall, capturing the sweating beauty and disclosing that the orbs were indeed big breasts stuck through the wall. The camera was then panning back to the figure, zooming into the tits. Then, the figure took aim, whacked the breasts with force, slapping them around.