I was then tied to a three-rung, aluminium stepladder, whilst Kevin was tied to a low-backed wooden chair. Bryan must have changed the film in his cam...ra three or four times that day.* * *Bryan's camera was on a tripod in the spare bedroom when it captured images of me and Kevin being examined by the good doctor. I was lying face down on the bed by the window, Kevin was lying face up on the bed by the door. We were tied down securely, so there was no chance of us refusing the invasive. He was on Bourbon St. settling in at Bernier’s bar and grille after a long meeting with a client just north of there. It was a business trip he had been dreading and with heat of summer bearing down on the city, he would be glad to leave. He was tall, firmly built, with blue eyes, square cut jaw, and had a summer tan. He ran a hand through his hair as he ordered a scotch and soda and glanced up at the TV over the bar where a bleached blonde woman was giving the weather report and had only bad. "What the fuck!? You JUST said I could do anything I wanted to you. I thought you were a good girl who knew how to follow instructions!"I tried to salvage the situtation. "I'm sorry. I'll do anything besides piss, shit, and pain. A little pain is okay, though."His friend started to protest and said "Dan, it's fine, come on..." Dan ignored him and told me to get the fuck out. I almost started to cry but then I quickly got up and walked back to the room where the pile of clothes was and changed.. " He simply said.As they got back into the car, Clare sighed a little bit in relief. "Well, that went well." Annie said, and Clare looked at her strangely. Annie couldn't help but to laugh a little. For the ride back to Annie's place, Clare listened as Annie told her about things that happened on her different shoots, and the places that she's actually visited. Clare was a bit envious, and reminded herself that if she decided to become a video star, that she would probably be able to see places.