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Drake mumbled to himself under his breath as he was looking over the newest script for todays shooting on the set, apparently the director wanted to do another shower scene. Drake had done a few of them before, they usually were a little fun, albeit could get awkward when the camera guy had to get in the stall with him, and whoever else was performing with him, for a close up, he recalled one time the guy slipping and all three parties falling over, thankfully no one got hurt but the camera did get banged up so that day they had to redo that scene.

  This time though thankfully he was in the shower alone, some foreplay and teasing before the action when his character would get out of the shower and rail his short, cute co-star against the wall, a part of filming that he always looked forward to especially when he was on set with someone as hot as today’s actor. He gave the script one more look over, there was no dialogue just acting directions, which frankly he was down for, some times it was more fun when it was just body language and moans and not the cheesy, “oh no I’m stuck in the washer,” type lines he’s heard on some sets. He dropped the script off on a table and made his way over to the shower stall, striping down his clothes and getting the occasional whistle from one of the crew who weren’t used to getting an eyeful of what this Absol was working with, perfectly sculpted toned muscles, perfect ass, a heavy sack between his legs and a nice plump sheath to go with it, all perfect eye candy for the camera and what has made him such a high demand player in this business. He got in to position, propped up on the bench in the shower stall and waited for his cue from the director, soon as he heard the snap of the clapperboard, he turned on the water, and the charm.

  He ran his hands up and down his body, lathering his fur and muscles with the warm steamy water raining down on him, finger tips tracing each and every perfect muscle of his before he lifted a leg up on the bench, the camera getting a good view of his top dollar equipment, and with the shower head in his maw so the water could rush down his torso, he slipped a finger in to his sheath and peeled it back to give the audience a view of that thick obsidian tool of his, and then, he gave the camera a wink.

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