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"Dove, next time you're on the red carpet, and a reporter asks you a question, it's vitally important you say 'sorry I can't talk. My anus itches, and my crotch is on fire,' and hurry off rubbing your butt crack. It'll be a joke, but play it off like you're serious. Don't tell anyone it's a joke; it'll just between us."

"Oh my god, that'll be soooo funny!"

"Yes, now I need you to remove your panties. I have to type something for you. You can do it right here. You love it when I see your body anyway."

"OK."

John sat at his computer and typed up the following: Do not read this out loud. My name is Dove Cameron. I am a horny bimbo, and I literally believe anything I'm told. This is not a joke. Just try me!

Jack printed the note and put it into an envelope as Dove put her jeans back on.

"Hand me your panties"

"Dove handed a lavender thong to Jack. "This will keep the paparazzi from hounding you. This doubles as a mask." He pulled the panties over Dove's head, so the crotch was over the center of her face. "Perfect. Now Dove, I need you to go where a lot of college boys hang out. Somewhere near UCLA or USC. Hand this envelope to a group of college boys. Do not read what's inside, though. This is part of your training for a part you are up for, and you don't need to know anything else about right now." Jack pulled the hair on the sides of Dove's head through the leg holes of her thong.