Carl came out from behind the camera into the lighted area beside the bed. "That was pretty good for first-timers," he continued, "We need to do some close up shots to insert into that footage, so you will have to run through that same routine again, but this time, we will have a hand held camera moving around and you will have to give him clear shots of like your dicks and stuff."
Justin and Clark sat up on the bed next to each other, "I don't know if I can do that again exactly the same as before." Justin spoke up.
"We have the footage on tape, so we can run it back to the areas we want to do the inserts to get you in the correct positions for those short clips." He paused for a moment looking at them both, "You won't actually be doing the whole thing over again, only pretending to be doing little bits for those close up clips." He motioned for them to get off the bed, "Pick up your clothes and go wash that cum and lube off yourselves. You'll need to get dressed again too of course." Carl started picking up some of their clothes handing them to Justin and Clark, "This is the time consuming part of the production because of all the set up and all, I mean getting you both into the right positions and getting the camera angles and lighting right, so I hope you are patient and don't have any plans for another couple of hours." Carl opened the door which led to the other room, "you can use that bathroom again." Clark and Justin walked past him into the next room and headed for the bathroom. "Hurry up, will ya?"
Both Clark and Justin replied in unison, "Okay."
Once they were cleaned up again, Michael applied powder to their faces again, then they headed back into the studio. The rest of the afternoon was spent doing those close-up shots. Justin and Clark had to constantly get hard again once the scenes were set up and they were in position. The camera would capture a segment, then they'd cut and move to the next segment, have to do the set-up and positioning again, get hard-ons again and so on for each clip. It was exhausting and boring at the same time.
The hours did finally pass and they were finally done. Once they were cleaned up and dressed again, Carl led them into the control room where Mel was busy with some of the post production stuff. He looked away from the control console for a moment, half chewed unlit cigar sticking out of his mouth, "Not bad for a days work boys." You could barely understand him with the cigar still in his mouth. He removed the cigar, put it into the ashtray next to the console keys, "I suppose you want to get paid?"
"Yeah, that would be great." Justin spoke up as they stood near Mel's swivel chair next to the console.
Mel motioned to one of his crew in the room who then handed him a small brief case with a zipped leather money pouch inside that was chained to the inside of the briefcase. The zipper had a lock incorporated into it. Mel dug into his right pocket then pulled out a key ring where he found the key to the pouch lock. He unlocked it, then unzipped the pouch. The pouch bulged with paper money. Mel's thick fingers pulled out a wad of money and counted out two stacks of fifty dollar bills in the amount of five hundred dollars a piece. Once the money was there, he returned the remaining wad of money to the pouch, zipped it back up and locked it again. He motioned for them to take the money and they each took a stack of bills. "If you boys are interested in doing this again, let Bill know." He turned around facing the control panel again and continued talking, "I'll have to get this one out and see how it sells. If it does good, I'll let Bill know I want you back for more." He busied himself with his control panel again as though they weren't standing there anymore. Having gotten their money, they headed out of the suites and back down to the lobby.
Clark pressed the elevator button, they waited for the doors to open. Clark looked over at Justin who was counting his portion of the money. He was going to say something, but Justin spoke up first, "This is the most money I've ever had or seen." He said in awe, "and its mine!"
"You better put that away," Clark cautioned him, "Waving that money around like that you won't have it long. Some jerk will relieve you of it without a moment's thought about it and you could end up with a bullet hole in exchange."
The elevator dinged and the doors slid open. Justin rolled up the money and put it into his front pocket. They stepped into the elevator and rode it down to the lobby. The doors opened, they stepped out and headed for the exit. They couldn't help but notice a couple of uniformed police officers at the reception desk speaking to the receptionist. They looked at each other and quickened their pace out of the building. Whatever they were there for, they didn't want to have any part in it.
Once they were back in Clark's car rolling down the road Justin said, "I'm starving, lets go get something to eat. My treat." He looked over at Clark smiling broadly. "Since you paid for my lunch and all, it's the least I can do."
"Okay, fine with me. I'm pretty hungry myself." He continued to pay attention to his driving, "Where do you want to go to eat?"
"I don't know, you tell me."
"There's a nice Italian place not far from here. The food is great and the prices aren't too bad." He looked over at Justin for a moment. "Do you like Italian food?"
