The studio audience oooh's and aaah's appreciatively.
"Let's meet our couples for today, shall we?" He slicked back his dark brown hair. "Couple number one hails from Scranton, Pennsylvania. They've been in matrimony for thirteen glorious months. Please welcome, Chris and Chrissie Kirkpatrick."
The audience clapped as they looked to the contestant row. The first podium was highlighted after Joey's announcement. An average sized man with a black goatee was sitting next to a shorter, stubbier dark haired man. The two wore the same outfits, earrings, goatees and gelled spikes in their black hair.
The slightly taller man spoke, "Hi, I'm Chris Kirkpatrick. My lovely husband, Chrissie, and I own a cheese shop. It's called Chris & Chrissie's Chummy Cheeses." Chris and his husband pointed to their chests to show off their miniature cheeses pinned on their identical yellow-orange shirts.
"We've even made buttons for our fellow competitors and most gracious host, Mister Joey Fatone," Chrissie blushed and giggled like a schoolgirl.
Someone from the second couple hissed in disgust at the cheesy cuteness that was Couple Number One.
Chrissie swiveled his head quickly to face the couple sitting next to him. "Just for that you guys will have to get the Gouda pins." Chrissie rolled his eyes and crossed his legs primly.
"Well thank you very much for the pin, Chrissie and Chris-" Joey began to thank the couple.
"Hey. Hi Joey," Chrissie cut in and rolled his brown eyes yet again. "We prefer to be referred to as a single unit, Chris and Chrissie, okay? Not Chrissie and Chris, we feel that it deters from our togetherness." Chrissie grabbed onto Chris's hand and waved their joined hands in the air. "You see Chris and Chrissie," he smiled.
"I never had a problem with anyone calling us Chrissie and Chris," Chris whispered to his husband.
"Shush now," Chrissie ordered. He waved their hands in the air again for good measure.
The host stared at the short man for a brief moment. "Okay, let's meet Couple Number Two. Please welcome James and Antoine Bass. They've been together in wedded bliss for nine months. They hail from Las Vegas, Nevada," Joey cheerfully announced.
"What? Who in the hell is James?! I'm married to Lance," Antoine yelled at the host. The light brown haired man figured Joey read the cue cards incorrectly.
"My name is James." the blonde haired, green-eyed man filled in. His husband goggled at his husband as if he didn't know him.
"Why didn't you tell me you're name is James?"
"I did." Lance replied matter-of-factly.
"Oh yeah? When was that, James?"
"At the wedding. But maybe you had just one too many beers, seeing as how you we're drunk off your ass."
"You had no problem plowing into my ass that night. Or any other night!"
"Hey if not me then you'll turn to everyone else!"
"Are you calling me a whore?!" he bellowed.
"No, of course not."
Antoine smiled haughtily and smirked at the camera.
"That's what everyone else calls you!" Lance informed his husband.
"Bitch!"
"Bigger Bitch!"
The two stared each other down.
"And how long were you two married again?" Chrissie butted in.
"Nine months too long." Lance turned his head toward the first couple and muttered under his breath.
Chris seemed to be the only one who heard him and he chuckled. Lance looked up and smiled at the dark haired man across from him.
"Let's meet Couple Number Three!" Joey said overenthusiastically. "These two lovebirds have been married for three months and live in Orlando, Florida. Meet Joshua and Justin Chasez-Timberlake."
The spotlight highlighted the last newlywed couple. The two men held hands and nervously looked at their fellow contestants. "Hey Joey. Thanks for the cheese pins, Chris and Chrissie," the dirty blonde smiled.
"Thank you." Chrissie spoke loudly and stood to his full five feet stature, holding his hands on his hips. He turned to the middle couple, "It's nice to be appreciated for your talents." He snootily informed.
"And that will be exactly what? Screeching to a new unfound decibel?" Antoine scoffed.
"Chris!" Chrissie screeched, "Defend my honor!" He huffed out loud.
"Um he doesn't screech." He answered awkwardly to Antoine. He knew better than to cross his husband or he'll never hear the end of it when they got back to the cheese shack.
"How about we get to the Chasez-Timberlakes and worry about your honor later." Joey quickly added before Chrissie got his second wind.
"Um," JC looked nervously at the other contestants nervously, "we're music producers at a major production label. We're actually high school sweethearts. I met Justin in the ninth grade and took one look at him and have been in love ever since." Justin leaned over to kiss the longhaired brunette man. The two smiled intimately and turned toward the host.
"You'll get over it." Lance sarcastically replied, not quite under his breath.
"Yeah, like it's been smooth sailing for me too, James."
"Let's get to the questioning round shall we?"
"Might as well," Lance sighed and threw himself back onto the lover seat.
"Ok all of our contestants sitting on the right were asked a couple of questions before the show. We'll test their partners to see how well they know their husbands. The husbands on the right wrote down their answers on cue cards and will present after their honeys answer." The host filled in.
"Some seem a little bit more predictable than others, Joey," Chrissie added his two cents.
"Uh yeah," Joey scoffed. "Anyway, we asked your husbands, what was their most prized possession? Chris what do you think is Chrissie's most prized possession?" Chrissie grinned maniacally at the camera, sure that his husband knew him inside and out.
Chris gulped, "Um," he looked at Chrissie quickly and then looked back at Joey. "I'll say our cheese store."
Chrissie reached for the throw pillow next to him and bonked Chris on his head. "What the fuck? Our cheese store?" He slapped Chris on his spiked head again.
"Ow! You said you loved the store! Ow!" Chris held his hand to his head.
"No! I said that our cheeses! Our cheeses are what I love most!!" Chrissie whipped the pillow down swiftly on the man's head again and then held up the cue card angrily.
"Hmm, Antoine, what did James name as his most prized possession?"
"Well since I only know Lance and never met thisJames before, I can only answer for Lance."
Lance rolled his eyes, "Can you get over it already? I forgave you about the horse thing."
Antoine quickly shut his mouth and widened his eyes. "I though we agreed to never bring that up, Lance."
"Quit harping on my name," he evilly grinned.
"I think he named our bad ass dildo as his favorite possession."
"Really a dildo?" Joey perked up. He wanted to hear more about this. "And what's so special about this dildo?"
"Well it's fourteen inches of riding fun. I swear I can't even get my damn mouth around that bad boy. It's just-"
Lance silently held up his cue card in front of his husband, showing his answer which clearly did not have dildo written on there. That was his husband's favorite possession, not his. The card read "My car".
"Aww looks like the Basses scored zero points. But I'll love to hear more about that dildo after the show," he winked and Antoine winked back. "The total for the couples so far are zero and zero. How about the Chasez-Timberlakes? Think you can score?"
"We do every night," JC winked at his husband. The audience tittered appreciatively. "But seriously, I hope we can get it right. I think my baby said that my heart was his most prized possession."
Justin happily raised his cue card and beamed, "He's right." He leaned over to kiss his husband again while 20 points were added to the scoreboard in front of them. JC got a little carried away and slipped his man some tongue. He licked the succulent lips and tasted the sweet nectar that was behind them. Justin wrapped his arms around the slender neck and dragged JC closer to him.
"Excuse me, we're on a game show," Chrissie interrupted them.
The two pulled reluctantly away from each other and blushed, "Seems that we got a little carried away," Justin shyly replied.
"Yeah well we didn't ask for live porn," Chrissie shrieked in his high whiny voice.
"Hey don't speak too soon there, little man," Joey double winked at Couple Number Three. "Just kidding," he lied. "Let's go onto the next question shall we?"
"Do we have to?" Lance asked out loud. He had a feeling his chances of winning his trip to Hawaii getting slimmer and slimmer.
"Looks like someone is not compatible with their hubby," Chrissie haughtily butted in. Chris raised his hand in front of his chest, blocking it from Chrissie but Lance saw the gesture and smiled wide. Antoine growled at the stumpy man.
"What celebrity does your husband fantasize about the most?" Joey asked the couples. "Chris, what did Chrissie answer?"
"Well I know this one," He smiled sagely. "He said no one. We don't care about stuff like that." He nodded and looked to his husband. He closed his eyes and puckered his lips for a kiss.
The only thing that met his lips was a throw pillow. "OH," smack, "MY," thwap, "GOD!" The knocked the pillow against Chris's forehead once again. Chrissie screamed, "You're making use look incompatible, Chris!" He grabbed Chris by the collar of his bright yellow shirt and placed their foreheads together. He forced through closed teeth, "We are nothing like those Bass losers over there, so get your shit together." He let go of the shirt and raised his card in the air. On it said, 'Joey Fatone', Chrissie was trying to win over the host.
"Joey Fatone? Since when have you fantasized about him?" Chris scowled. He distinctly remembered Chrissie making fun of the host before the show started.
The throw pillow made another appearance against Chris's head, "Since forever," he shrieked. "I think you are hot, Joey." Chrissie lied.
Joey smiled knowingly, "Is that so? Looks like you got some competition there, Chris. I guess I shouldn't bend in front of you then," he winked naughtily.
"Yes, please don't." Lance and Chris said at the same time and then the two blushed at each other.
"Aw don't worry I wouldn't want your husbands to flock around me and forget that they're married."
"Oh my baby doesn't have to worry," Justin replied to the host. He didn't like the googly eyes the host has been making at he and his husband.
Joey flirtatiously smirked, "Okay then. Well Couple Number One gets 5 points. Couple Number Two your turn. Antoine, who is Lance's fantasy man?"
"That's not fair!" Lance admonished. Just because someone said they liked Joey, he gave them points?
Antoine had tried to steal Lance's card and get at least 5 points as well as Lance argued with the host. "Keep going," he whispered to Lance and searched for his pen.
"I'm the host and I can dish out complimentary points when I want. Answer the question Antoine," Joey ordered.
Antoine who had managed to write Joey on the card but not crossing out Lance's answer, dropped the pen and smiled as he slipped the card back to Lance, "Um, I think that he chose you as well, Joey," the man heavily winked at the host.
"Well then you get ten points," Joey winked in return. Chris and Chrissie hissed in protest. The Chasez-Timberlakes watched the host and the winking man in wonderment.
"Wait, I didn't even choose you!" Lance admitted. He would never choose Joey if he was the last man on earth.
"Well then James," he purred. "Let's see the card then." Joey knew the blond had the hosts for him. No one could resist him.
Lance quickly showed the card with 'Brad Pitt' clearly written on it. A weakly scrawled 'Joey' was scribbled on the corner under Lance's answer. "See," he pointed out.
"I see that your husband wrote 'Brad Pitt' on your card in a jealous rage," Joey said.
"You are sorely disillusioned. Please take away our points."
Antoine grabbed his throw pillow and bonked Lance on his head. "He didn't mean that. Go to the next couple," he ordered while brutalizing his husband.
"I have that effect on women and men alike," Joey beamed. "So let's go to the Chasez-Timberlakes. Josh, who do you think Justin named for dream man?"
"Well I know it's not you," he smirked ruefully. “Actually Justin calls me his celebrity. It's a little running joke we share so I say that I am his celebrity."
Justin didn't remember to lift his cue card, he just zeroed in on his husband's lips. He leaned into Joshua and inserted his tongue into the sweet cavern. He swished his tongue around and began to suck on Josh's tongue. JC held onto Justin's shoulders with sweet abandon. The two made out forgetting everyone else on the show.
Joey cleared his throat, "Um so did he get the answer right or what?"
The two broke away from their hot and heavy tongue play for air. Justin muttered into his mic, "He's right?and then began to straddle the brunette's hips.
"Well can we see the cue card?" Joey slicked his hair back in frustration. No one as ever not seen the cue card. Ever.
JC fumbled around for the forgotten card and held it up over Justin's ass. He placed his digit finger between their questing lips, slicking it with their saliva. When the finger felt wet enough, JC brought his hand inside the back of his husband's jeans and probed between the ass cheeks with his spit-slicked pointer. Justin moaned and began to push himself on the digit.
"Hi! Excuse me! But we don't need to see this, okay?" Chrissie screeched and fumed. Jealous that Chris did not want to make out like the Chasez-Timberlakes.
"Speak for yourself," Antoine watched hungrily. "If you two ever need any help, you can call me."
"Fucking whore," Lance bitched.
"What? Like you wouldn't want to get some of their action?" Antoine angrily replied and looked on the couple. Chris silently nodded.
Justin remorsefully pulled away from his husband's tempting lips. "Sorry," he blushed. "We seem to forget where we are and get caught up in the moment." JC played with Justin's prostate one more time, making Justin's eyes twitch and reluctantly pulled out. "Sorry," Justin apologized again and then looked to the other couples, "You guys know how it is, right?" He smiled sweetly.
"HELL NO!" Both of the other couples replied.
"Me neither I must say. Looks like you two get twenty more points and an added five from me. That was totally hot!" Joey admired.
"Great. We're losing Chris and it's all because of you!" Chrissie whispered loudly. "Make out with me after the next question," he ordered. "Maybe we can at least get a fucking point!"
"Question fellas, where is the favorite place your partner loves to make love? Chris your answer?"
"Our cheeses store?" Chris asked unsurely.
Chrissie began to clap profusely and then remembered to show his card to the camera. "He's right. He actually got it right!" He turned towards Chris and puckered his lips but Chris held his hand up.
"Whoa, we got the points there is no need for the kiss." Chris put his hand on the pudgy face of his husband.
"Oh no you didn't!" Chrissie scream was muffled behind Chris's hand.
Lance and Antoine chuckled at the sight, as did Joey. Lance leaned over and gave Chris a high five. The dark haired man blushed as the green-eyed man winked.
Once Chris let go of Chrissie's face, his head was once again met with the throw pillow.
Joey spoke over the incessant slapping of the pillow, "How about the Basses? Antoine do you know where your husband chose as his favorite sex spot?"
Antoine purred, "I sure do. You see we once did it in this glass elevator. As a matter of fact, it was last week. He had me spread out like a fucking eagle, let me tell ya. We kept on going up and down in the car, if you catch my drift." He winked salaciously at the host and then his husband.
Lance showed no emotion on his face as he showed his cue card. On it was written, 'In the backseat of my car'. "Now, as I recall I never fucked your ass in a fucking elevator, glass or otherwise. You must have mistaken me with one of your other men, fucking trick." Lance accused the man. The two silently stared each other down.
"Wow. That's fucked up. So how about it JC? What did Justin name as his fave spot?"
JC began to blush and chuckled. "There's so many places but I think he would say his mother's house." Justin happily raised the card and showed his answer, which matched the answer his husband gave him.
"Before you two go at it," Joey quickly interjected, "May I ask why your mother-in-law's house is the favorite place for you two to have sex?"
"Well, see, there was this one time when we were going at in the den. I was sitting in JC's lap and thankfully we had a blanket over our laps because my mom walked in. She didn't know that I was sitting on his cock as well. So JC couldn't move and I couldn't move. We had to sit there for an entire hour, but the prolonged experience made the orgasm incredible. JC had begun pumping into me before my mother cleared the room and I'll not go into detail. But anytime we go back there, we remember it and I swear our orgasms are better in that house." Justin smiled sweetly at his husband.
Joey gulped for air, "Damn that was hot. You guys get another twenty points. I bet JC's packing a big one there."
The couple did not answer because JC grabbed his hot husband and tackled him to the lover seat. He began to grip Justin's erection but Chrissie took it upon himself to get up and separate the horny pair.
"Damn it we are playing a game show! Can you two calm your horny hormones?" Justin and JC scowled as the watched the squat man waddle away.
"You get a minus twenty points, Kirkpatrick. That was uncalled for." Joey frowned. He wanted to see exactly what the hot couple was going to do next.
"What?" He squawked. "This is an outrage. Chris! Tell him how mad you are!"
"I'm not really all that mad." Chris told his husband quietly. Chrissie slapped him so hard with the throw pillow that Chris flew out of his chair and onto the floor next to Lance. Lance had stumbled to get up to help him, giving Chris a nice view of his ass. "Well Daddy wants a slice of that." He mumbled to himself, thinking that no one heard him.
"Dump that troll of a husband and I might let you." Lance whispered as he rose from the floor. Chris smiled brightly for the first time since coming on the game show.
"Okay, it's time for the last round. It's time for some feeling fun. Now everyone might wonder, feeling fun? What's that Joey? Well, I'll tell you. We are going to blindfold our husbands and have their better halves bend over and show us their plump rumps. Their lovers will have to see if they can choose the correct one from the line of bottoms. We will cut to commercial and let our couples decide who be the booty giver and the booty feeler. This should be exciting. Be right back." Joey smoothed down his suit jacket and looked lustfully at some of the men. It was all of that booty talking.
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"We're back!" Joey happily announced, more than ready to see clothed asses. "For Couple Number One, Chrissie was chosen as the bender and Chris will be the feeler. Couple Number Two, Lance was chosen as the bender and Antoine was chosen for the feeler. And last but certainly not least, Justin is the bender and Joshua the feeler."
The spotlight beamed on a panel of bent over husbands, their bottoms sticking in the air just waiting to be felt. The men were not in a particular order. Joey moved to stand by the panel. There were a few groans heard in the audience. A subtle moan came from Joey as well. The blindfolded husbands made their way out from backstage, all holding hands and being led by a stagehand.
"Okay, we will have Chris feel first." Joey directed. He grabbed the shorter man and placed Chris at the end of the line of butts. "Now, after I say go, you will feel each bottom and then when you are done. You will tell me which booty is your husband's. Okay?"
Chris gulped nervously. Chrissie never let him feel on his booty much. "Sure."
"Go," Joey ordered, wishing that he could join in on the fun too.
Chris held onto Ass #1. Hmmm, he thought, plump, pretty fat and juicy. Hard and round and feels like it might be quite yummy. He moved onto Ass #2. This one feels just as nice. Not too big and round like the first one but definitely tender. Tee-hee he has a curl-like ass. He went to Ass #3. Yuck! This ass is too cold. It's all flat and flabby. Thank God I don't curl up with that. "Okay Joey, I'm done." He announced.
"Great. Don't tell us your answer as yet until everyone has had their turn." A stagehand led Chris to a chair. "Okay, Antoine whenever you are ready." Antoine was brought to the ass line.
Antoine smiled and he quickly pinched the first one. Pretty bouncy. I bet it is Justin's. Damn, I'd love to dip into that. He made another quick grab and moved onto Ass #2. Well, this one doesn't have much curvature like the first one but it's still delectable. He grabbed it once, quickly ran back to Ass #1 and pinched three times. He reluctantly went to Ass #3. Damn is this a frigid piece of backside. Just my fucking luck. Must be fucking Lance. Well maybe not. He went back to Ass #1 and Ass #2 and slapped it hard for good measure. "Okay, I'm done."
"Great. I see you had a little fun there, Antoine. I don't blame you." Antoine smirked as he was led to a chair. JC was brought to the ass row. Joey continued, "Well it's your turn Josh. Have fun. Ready?"
JC nodded his affirmation and went to work. He felt Ass #1. He smiled. He moved to Ass #2. He smiled again. He went to Ass #3. Whoa Nelly! He backed away from Ass #3. "Okay. Done."
"Great. I want all of you to keep your blindfolds on. Now tell me your answer but bended husbands, please keep your reactions quiet until all answers have been said and all the blindfolds are off. Now Chris which ass is your husband's?"
"Number one. Can't be number three because it's like touching a cold puddle."
The audience laughed as did Joey. "Okay, so number three is a bit of an ice bottom. Antoine, your choice?"
"Well number one was fantastic as was number two. Both of you have delicious asses. I feel sorry for the man who has to come home to number three's ass. Gross! I choose number two."
"Wow, number three is not packing in the booty department, huh?" Joey jeered.
"Hell no," Antoine replied.
"I agree," Chris and JC confirmed.
"Well then Josh which bottom is your husband's?"
"Number two with out a doubt, Joey." JC smiled, knowing he had this one in the bag. Happy that he wasn't Number three's husband.
"Okay then. The couples with the correct answer will get one hundred points. Guys, please take off the blindfolds and look at your choices." The men took off their blindfolds.
"Oh my God, number three's my husband?" Chris gaped in shock at the fuming Chrissie.
"Figures, you would get it wrong, Antoine." Lance said through anger-tightened lips.
"You know me so well baby." Justin, Ass #2, opened his arms wide. JC quickly ran in them. Justin wrapped his legs around his torso. JC began to jump up and down. They were going to Hawaii.
"You fucking pathetic loser! How dare you mock my bottom! How in the hell would you get it wrong, Christopher? Why did I marry you?!!"
"Hey back off of him!" Lance defended.
"Shut the fuck up, Blondie. What you should do is tell your whore of husband to back off of other people's husbands!"
"Are you accusing me of hitting on your flabby, frigid ass?" Antoine bellowed incredulously. "I have never stooped that low, honey! And Chris doesn't do it for me either. I don't mess with trolls or midgets!"
"Hey there is nothing wrong with Chris!" Lance argued with his hands on his hips.
"It figures that you would defend the dwarf!"
"What about ME?!!" Chrissie screeched. No one stood up for his honor.
"I want a divorce!" Lance screamed. "Shit, me too!" Antoine yelled back.
"Guys," Joey interjected. He began to walk over to them.
"That's a fucking given!"
"Look here Mini-Me, no one asked for your opinion. So butt out!" Antoine rolled his eyes.
Chrissie smacked him and then Chris.
Lance scowled. "Hey leave Chris alone!"
Chrissie said, "Make me." Lance pounced on Chrissie and Antoine joined in as well. Chris stood there for a second debating the consequences. He knew that if he jumped in and kicked Chrissie's ass, they would be as good as divorced. Then he thought of their cheese store. Oh well. He jumped in the fight. The entire audience began to crowd over the main ring fight. Four angry men, taking out their frustrations on each other was too good to miss. Everyone seemed to forget the Chasez-Timberlakes.
JC had hopped the both of them back to the lover's seat. Both stared into each other's blue eyes, happy and in love. They seemed to forget the outside world. JC brought his husband behind the couch, luckily hidden from people's views.
JC laid down as his husband to attack him with nips, licks and kisses. "We won baby," he muttered as he began to lick his husband's chin. He rubbed his hands over the blonde's back.
"I know. God baby you are so hot." Justin grinded his erection into his husband's groin. He lifted his shirt off and looked down at his beautiful husband. He felt himself harden even more. JC began to raise up to turn them over but Justin shook his head. "No, honey, I'm going to take care of you."
JC quickly laid back and let his baby work. Justin's big hands opened the buttons on Joshua's shirt dexterously. He bent down over Joshua's hard nipples and laved each with his tongue. "Baby, let's take off our clothes," JC moaned. Justin rolled off of JC, removing his pants and shoes. JC did the same. Justin, naked, quickly rolled back onto his horny husband.
"You feel delicious," he smiled and then began to make his descent to an area of JC he'd been dying to get to. Justin opened his mouth, ready to swallow the big treat in. Justin sucked the moist head like a lollipop, drinking the precum. He held the thick shaft with one hand while his other played with Josh's balls. The blonde began to stroke the veined phallus, happy with his ministrations. He began to bathe the penis with his saliva. He moved his mouth down the dick, more than ready to deep throat the brunette's cock.
"Shit, Justin," JC rolled his eyes in pleasure and thrust up.
Justin bobbed his head once and slowly brought his head up, removing his mouth with a loud, sloppy pop. "Don't want you to come yet. Just had to prep you," he smirked naughtily. He scooted up JC's leg and brought his bottom over JC's mouth. "Make me ready baby," he pleaded. JC inserted his tongue, rimming his man expertly. He circled his tongue around the tight ring and then jabbed his tongue inside the warm ass, making it nice, wet and slightly stretched. Justin wiggled his bottom, notifying Josh to stop. Justin moved downward and raised his bottom over the lubed, purple cock. He sank onto the cock head, getting used to the sensation and then slid down the thick penis.
"Justin," the older man called out blissfully. He began to thrust into the man as Justin placed his hands on the brunette's chest. Justin began to rock forward, moving back and forth on the glorious pole. He went at a slow pace but after a while began to speed up, rocking along with JC.
"Oh God. Oh Josh. Oh baby. Just like that," Justin moaned brokenly. He began to bounce up and down, tightening his walls around the cock. Josh got a hold of the bouncing cock in front of him and begins to stroke his husband. Justin, with each knee bent by his husband's upper torso, riding him for all he is worth, feeling a tingle in his spine. He grinded down heavily as JC thrust into him, relishing the feelings and sensations. "I'm gonna cum baby."
"Me too." JC sped his hand strokes on Justin's red cock, tightening his hand and pulling it quickly. In three strokes, Justin came all over JC's hand and chest. He slumped down in his jizz, JC still thrusting into him like the stallion he was. JC placed his hands on his husband's hips, moving them along with his thrusts. He pumped into the cavern with all that he had and finally came into the sweet crevice, filling his baby up.
"That was great. Doesn't beat your Mom's though," JC panted into Justin's ear. The two looked around and remembered where they were. "Oops."
"Well at least no one saw us," Justin whispered, happily impaled on his JC.
Or so they thought. It seems that Joey watched most of the action and turned around to the big crowd. "Finally," he muttered to himself, "some damn action on the show." He began to search for the Bass whore, Antoine. He wondered if he wanted to jump on the Joey prick now that he was a free man.
The End