Chapter 52

Author’s Note: Fair warning: this is a monster chapter. I know many of you are big fans of the long-form installments, and I think it is very appropriate here. This presents something of a final test to John and his girls before their wedding. It’s a bachelor/bachelorette extravaganza. The narrative in the second half is a rare shift from the usual first-person of John’s point of view – and it’s necessary because he wasn’t present for some of the other events. So instead I’ve shifted to a purely third-person perspective to let you know exactly what happens. I envision we’ll finish up this book after Chapter 54.

“I’ve got it,” Jess said, cornering me in the kitchen as I made coffee one morning, two weeks before our wedding.

“Got what?” I said, bleary as I tried to will myself to wake up before getting my daily caffeine influx.

“What our bachelor-slash-bachelorette party should be,” she said.

She had a smile plastered on her face that mixed with the expression of a vixen.

“I’m betting it’s really good,” I said. “But weren’t we just going to have the group over? Do a little swinging?”

“Yes,” Jess said. “And that’s still part of it.”

“Okay,” I said. “You’ve got me curious.”

“Next week, we’re going to release the tenth Daydream movie,” Jess said. “What if we make this a Daydream party? The Daydream Fantasy packages are taking off with the agency. It’s like the perfect nexus, the perfect theme.”

“The perfect indulgence,” I said, reading her mind.

“Exactly,” Jess said. “Each of us gets our perfect fantasy.”

Her hair was pulled back in a taut ponytail, and her eyes shone blue. She wore a tight white tank top without a bra, and her nipples cut through the fabric prominently. I really did believe I knew what she was thinking, so I had to say what came out of my mouth next.

“Even Tommy?” I asked.

“Yes,” Jess replied simply.

“Hm,” I said, shifting the weight on my feet and looking at the coffee maker as it gave a near-final gurgle to signal a fully brewed pot.

“He’s been really good, really reliable,” Jess said, and I noted there was no hint of defensiveness in her voice. To the contrary, her tone was one of understanding and empathy. “No shenanigans. And he’s been seeing someone.”

“Really?” I said, surprised.

“Ginger,” Jess said, referring to the delightful redheaded Daydream starlet.

“That’s ... surprising,” I said. I would have been disappointed, but I was also a realist. She was a pornstar, and she wasn’t my girlfriend.

“I only found out about it last week,” Jess said breezily. “It’s kind of an interesting dynamic, the way Ginger explained it to me. You know how Tommy has cultivated this very dominant, cocky persona in his scenes? Well, you know, and I know you don’t care. That’s okay. Anyway, she said Tommy is, by agreement, totally submissive to her. She dominates him. Calls all the shots.”

“And that’s ... interesting,” I said.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Jess said, a little cockiness entering her voice. “But I’ll let you know that all four of us discussed it.”

“Discussed what?” I asked.

“Tommy,” she said. “You think I want to fuck him. Or maybe Kat wants to fuck him. But we talked about this. I think it’s bad for business to include everyone but him from Daydream in events, just because of the past. I get it. The past is bad. But the four of us made a deal, and you know you can trust us on this. Tommy is off-limits. No flirting. No touching. No kissing. No lines off our tits. No fucking. No nothing.”

“Okay,” I said. “I like that.”

“I thought you might,” she said.

“Do you want some coffee?” I asked.

“So you’re cool with this?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I said. “And I think I have an idea to make it even better.”

“What’s that?” she asked.

I told her, and her eyes went wide.

“That’s such a good idea, baby,” Jess said. “That’s going to make this the most satisfying bachelorette or bachelor party anyone has ever seen.”

“You really think they don’t know?” Juliet asked, frowning slightly at me.

“No chance,” I said.

“I thought you didn’t keep secrets from them,” Melanie said sarcastically.

“This doesn’t count,” I said with a laugh.

“I can’t believe they don’t know,” Juliet said, now shaking her head.

“I really don’t think they do,” I said. “Which makes it perfect.”

“Fingers crossed,” Melanie said, and she pushed her body against me.

I reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her small breasts were upturned, and the nipples made them look pointy. I bent down and sucked on them lightly as Melanie stepped out of her panties, then I straightened up and kissed her.

“You two have such a natural chemistry,” Juliet observed, pulling down her romper. She was naked underneath.

“We’ve known each other a long time, love,” Melanie said.

“I know,” Juliet said. “I’m kind of jealous. I wish I had known you both this long.”

“That’s so sweet, baby,” Melanie said and leaned over and kissed her.

Their tongues darted and twirled in a knowing dance. I could have watched them all day, not only because of how hot it was to watch those two go at it but because their intimacy was so deep it melded them together. The cliché of a couple as one flesh lived inside them. But we didn’t have all day. They broke their embrace after a minute, and Melanie took a couple small, shuffling steps closer to me. Her hand wiggled inside the waistband of my jeans.

“I need this,” she said, guiding her hand all over my crotch. “I haven’t had a dick in a month. If I wait any longer, I’m going to be like a virgin again.”

“I don’t think you’re in danger of being a virgin,” I said.

“I just don’t want to get out of practice,” Melanie said and pecked me on the lips.

“Mel just isn’t very interested in having anyone’s dick but yours right now,” Juliet said.

On a normal day, she had a way of making you feel special if she talked to you. When she said that, my big head must have swelled to a titanic size. I kissed Melanie back and pushed my hand inside the front of her yoga pants. I slid one finger across her waxed pussy and then tested the limits of the fabric by pushing all the way underneath the junction of her thighs and cravenly grazing her asshole.

“Are you only worried about your pussy getting too tight?” I said, breaking the kiss.

Melanie’s knees buckled, and she pushed her body harder against me.

“No,” she said breathlessly.

“Oh?” I said, now letting a finger slip inside her pussy. I was shocked how wet it was. “Is it that kind of afternoon?”

“Mel needs to get stretched out, John,” Juliet interjected. “Think you can handle it?”

“I’m flattered,” I said. “But I also think that I’m the only man for the job if Mel’s ass is involved.”

I flashed a cocky grin, and it occurred to me that it was rare for me to be so presumptive with Juliet.

“No one else has ever had my ass,” she said. “Well, no man.”

Her eyes shifted to Juliet, and she gave a sheepish grin.

“Rita has really taught me how to use a strap-on, what can I say,” Juliet said with a laugh.

Melanie kissed me again, and I cupped her breasts. She offered me her neck, and I kissed down it, allowing my mouth to wander down to her chest and sucked on her nipples. I felt the heat from Juliet’s body as she came closer. I pushed down Melanie’s yoga pants, and my hands lingered on her ass. It was tight and athletic, just barely enough to be a small handful. I paced myself, not wanting to be too greedy.

As Melanie and I let our mouths joust, heating up her desire, Juliet dropped to her knees and sucked my cock into her mouth. She used a delicate touch today, swirling her tongue around the length of my shaft and teasing me with just a few long strokes into the back of her throat.

“Fuck, I’m so ready for this,” I groweled.

“So am I,” Melanie said, pushing my hand harder against her pubic mound.

“You are definitely ready, John,” Juliet said and stroked my cock a couple times.

Melanie framed my face with her hands, holding it so she could kiss me. Juliet directed my cock toward her girlfriend’s slit, running it along the length of the smooth, wet lips.

“Don’t tease me, baby,” Melanie said breathlessly.

Juliet stuck her head around Melanie’s slender waste to grin at me.

“We won’t tease you,” she said.

She took my cock and lifted it until it was almost fully vertical, which pushed the thick, mushroom-like head past Melanie’s slippery outer folds.

“Yes,” Melanie gasped. “I needed this. I need your dick. Right now.”

Melanie was slender enough that I could simply thrust my hips up and fully penetrate her. It was a slightly awkward position but very intimate because my chest pressed against hers, and our mouths were almost naturally pressed together. Juliet remained close to us, her hand now just fondling my balls as she kissed up and down both our bodies. I got into a deliberate rhythm with my strokes, and Melanie groaned, loving how my shaft penetrated almost up into her flat, athletic stomach.

“You are tight as fuck,” I growled. “You need my dick more regularly.”

“I do,” she panted. “I do.”

Juliet continued her kissing tour, which brought her to her knees. She settled behind Melanie and began an oral assault from behind, licking her asshole and pussy and occasionally catching the underside of my cock on her tongue as I sawed in and out of her girlfriend. Juliet’s skilled work pushed Melanie to a quick, twitchy orgasm, and my cock coaxed a second one out of her similarly fast. It was a high-energy fuck, and sweat started to make the position slippery and more awkward. So I pushed Melanie over the back of the nearby sofa, and Juliet crawled toward us.

“Your turn,” she said to me as I started to pound Melanie roughly doggy style.

I spanked her and pulled her hair, all while drinking in her dirty talking encouragement for me to fuck her faster and rougher. Juliet slipped between my legs and sucked my balls and bathed my cock, cleaning it of Melanie’s copious juices on each stroke.

“Shit, I’m getting close,” I said.

“Just nut in me,” Melanie said between short, desperate breaths. “I want to feel it. You can use it to lube my ass later. I want to feel that hot cum in my pussy.”

Juliet knew how much I loved having my balls played with as I got close; it was something Kat, in particular, had evangelized all the girls on. It made me feel powerful having the hottest actress in the world on her knees worshiping me with her tongue, and Melanie’s pussy was so tight from underuse that holding out wasn’t an option. I grunted like an animal and let my sperm shoot like a firehose inside her.

“Jesus Christ, that’s a lot of cum!” Melanie cried. “Holy fuck! It feels so fucking good!”

I kept fucking her until my balls stopped twitching and my cock became too sensitive. The huge load inside her, combined with her incredible wetness, meant my strokes resulted in a lurid squelching sound. Juliet relented when she felt me pull back but stayed on her knees. When I pulled out, her tongue was right there to collect the gush of cum that squeezed out from inside Melanie as soon as my cock vacated her slit.

“Mmm, baby,” Juliet said, lapping at her girlfriend. “So much cum. This is the best snack.”

She pushed two fingers inside Melanie, which elicited another groan, and she tried to coax the cum from the furthest reaches of her girlfriend’s tight canal. Once she was satisfied she had it all, she licked her fingers clean, and turned Melanie around so they could kiss. It was enough to make me want another round.

“You two are so fucking sexy,” I said.

“That was hot,” Juliet said.

“So hot,” Melanie agreed. “I’m going to be sore tomorrow, but I really needed that.”

“You’re so good to us,” Juliet said, screwing up her beautiful eyes at me.

I was about to respond, but Melanie interrupted me, looking a little embarrassed.

“Um, maybe we take a rain check on the anal?” she said. “I’m not sure I can handle it.”

I grinned at her. “Of course,” I said. “But I’m coming for that ass.”

She laughed and kissed my neck. I let my hands wander around her taut body, and Juliet started kissing her again.

“Do you want a glass of something?” Melanie suggested.

“That would be great,” I said. “I’ll get it.”

“Rosé,” Juliet said.

“Sounds great,” I said.

I walked over to the bar, and Juliet and Melanie followed on their own timeline, still fondling each other and kissing. It was a beautiful picture of intimate affection. They were so genuine and heartfelt together. I found a bottle, pulled the cork, and poured three glasses. As I did so, I tried to appreciate the fact that I felt perfectly at home in Juliet’s house. We migrated to the couch, and I sat between them. They draped their legs over mine, and we chatted.

“So I’ve got the shooting schedule for Carly’s project,” Juliet said.

“Wow, already?” I said, unable to hide the surprise in my voice. “You guys are moving fast.”

“Yeah, we’re going to start principal photography in three weeks,” she said.

“Wow,” I said, trying to process her being gone again so soon. “At least you won’t miss the wedding.”

“Carly wanted to just dive right in, but I told her I needed at least three weeks because of that,” she said.

“There is no way – absolutely no way – we would miss it,” Melanie said.

“Right? Are you kidding?” Juliet said and kissed me.

“We’ll miss you, but you know we’ll have the party of all parties when you get back,” I said.

“It’s only six weeks,” Juliet said.

“And I get to stay with her the whole time,” Melanie said.

“You do?” I said and a happy smile crossed my face. “That’s awesome!”

“But after this one?” Juliet said. “I’m taking a break. A real break. Probably a year off. Only the media for Carly’s movie. That’s it.”

“And the Oscars,” I said.

“Bad luck!” Melanie shrieked. “Bite your tongue!”

I sat back and enjoyed the warmth of the girls cuddling up on me. We could get through this and enjoy an open road of whatever we wanted. The wedding, the movie, then a year of smooth sailing. I loved the idea. It could be like a year-long honeymoon. I hoped it would pay off for Juliet. Everything about the production, including her confidence, felt different. I had a sneaking suspicion deep down that it would.

It didn’t take us long to plan or get together our bachelor/bachelorette party, although people might have wondered why we would have bothered. Didn’t we live our lives without hedonistic restrictions? What value would a cliché celebration like this add to the occasion?

That’s where my suggestion to Jess had come into play. We still loved playing games, but we hadn’t done anything that felt like a gamble recently. It’s not that the games were mandatory, but it was a good way to have some fun. I saw this as a chance to test ourselves one final time before we took that final, eternal step.

So what I devised was something like a sexual Secret Santa that would also serve as a kind of test, something to really cement the bonds we shared in the face of our greatest temptations. I thought it could be a great showcase of our commitment together while doing so in the context of a good old-fashioned last-hurrah that any bachelor or bachelorette party was supposed to celebrate.

I gathered the five of us together five days before the Daydream gathering at our house. I put each of our names on a piece of paper, dropped them in a bowl, and had each of us draw. I explained the rules.

“The idea,” I told the girls, “is that we each plot a final send-off for each of us as a single person. Something that would tempt and satisfy each of us. So whoever’s name you draw? It’s your job to plan something truly spectacular and naughty for them as a last hurrah. But, like our other games, it’s also a kind of test. Can you stand up to that level of temptation and still know that your ultimate bond lies together, with all of us?”

“I like the sound of this,” Rita said.

“I’m not going to lie,” Jess said. “My pussy just got a little wet.”

“We have to make these good,” Kat said, always determined to play the game to its fullest. “Like, really fucking good.”

“This seems a little crazy,” Katie observed. “But I guess that’s the point, isn’t it?”

“That’s precisely right, darling,” I told her.

We drew the names and kept the pairings secret until after the fact. In hindsight, they couldn’t have worked out more perfectly. I drew Rita’s name. Katie drew mine. Rita drew Katie’s. Kat drew Jess, which, of course, left Jess plotting for Kat. The setup couldn’t have been more perfect. And the fact that we agreed to execute all but one of these plots in private, not in a swingers setting, added a thrill level that twisted our emotions but had the potential to make the payoff on the back end more powerful than we dreamed.

The one deviation from the plan was mine for Rita. There was really only one thing that would honor Rita in the proper way. I already had a good go-by for it from several weeks earlier, when she had swallowed every drop of cum from the attendees at our swinger party. There was no other fantasy that would satisfy her, but I would have to make it even more grand, not just a copycat of the last one. And I thought I knew exactly the way to make it over-the-top.

It only took two days to put together because it took so little convincing for the participants. We kicked off bachelorette week that Wednesday night. We would host it at our guest house, which I had prepared specially for the purpose. In the main living area, I had moved all the furniture to the sides. In the middle, I put a brand new sybian I had bought. The kitchen had a large drinks bucket filled with ice and Champagne. On the counter top were two silver trays with an unlimited amount of cocaine. It was eight o’clock, and in fifteen minutes, the whole plan would be set in motion.

The guys showed up right on schedule. Eight of them. All tall. All good looking. All of them pornstars. There were, of course, the four from Daydream – Jimmy, Johnny, Patrick, and Tommy. Yes, Tommy. I let him in for it. If bygones would be bygones, this would be a good opportunity to test the theory. There were also four other pornstars who Jimmy and Johnny knew well. This was a paid gig for all of them. It didn’t take a ton of convincing, especially not when I promised to pay double their normal rate. And everyone agreed to play by the rules.

Five minutes before go-time, I texted Kat, Jess, and Katie and told them it was safe to come down. They arrived almost instantly. Right behind them were Jason, Crystal, and Bianka, and just a few moments later, Kayla arrived with Ginger and her new co-star, Gloria, the Infinity-escort-turned-Daydream-girl. I paced a bit with nervous anticipation. I wondered whether this was the right surprise for Rita. I wondered if it could go horribly wrong. Given what I had planned, I wondered if it would cause Rita’s irrepressible loyalty to me to be shaken or at least tempted. It was a tiny, nagging fear. It was a long shot. And I was confident this would just help her reach greater heights of pleasure than she even dreamed.

At exactly eight o’clock, I met Rita at the front door of our house. She had put on the sheer pink bra and panty set I had bought her, with a matching pair of pink high heels. I kissed her.

“Do you trust me?” I asked.

“Of course, John,” she said sweetly. “I trust you without ever a second thought. Always.”

“I promise you’ll have fun,” I said. “But I’m going to push you.”

“I think I’m going to soak through these panties already,” she said.

“Ready?” I asked.

“Ready,” she said, taking a deep breath.

I put a pink blind fold over her eyes, and she took my arm. We walked slowly to the guest house. Once there, everyone kept silent. I noticed a healthy dent had been made in the cocaine, and two bottles of Champagne were already drained. I led Rita to the center of the room, and I could tell she was trying to sense whether other people were there, then she presumed there must be, so she tried to figure out how many. Our friends gathered in the kitchen around the goodies. The eight male pornstars stood naked in a circle around the sybian, looking surprisingly relaxed and at ease. When I approached with Rita, Jimmy and Johnny each took a step aside so we could pass through. I held Rita close and stripped her lingerie off, kissing her neck as I pushed her panties down her hips. Every eye in the place was on Rita, looking her up and down appreciatively. I traced her pussy lips with my index finger, then pushed it inside her.

“John,” Rita whimpered.

She was wet. More than wet enough for the sybian. I had her keep the heels on and guided her onto the realistic, seven-inch silicone cock that stuck up from the powerful vibrator.

“It’s a toy,” I whispered in her ear.

Rita nodded in understanding and gasped when she felt the plastic touch her, then penetrate her. When she was fully impaled on the dong, I stood up but let a hand linger on her back, stroking her skin gently. I took a few paces to a side table I’d pushed against the wall earlier. I picked up a pair of pink, furry handcuffs and kneeled next to Rita again.

“Give me your hands,” I said, and she obeyed. “It’s going to feel cold for a second.”

I slipped her right hand behind her back and cradled her delicate wrist into the bracelet, then repeated the motion with her right. Rita was breathing with care, controlled and mindful. I could tell she was dying to know what was going on.

“Don’t worry,” I said once her arms were immobilized behind her. “Trust me.”

She nodded. I picked up the control box for the sybian and turned it on its lowest setting. Rita gave a short yelp of surprise. I increased the speed slightly and marveled that the only sound in the entire room, despite having nearly twenty people inside, was Rita’s increasing sounds of sexual arousal and the steady, low hum of the sybian.

“Oh, god,” Rita said. “This feels so good.”

Before standing up, I whispered one question to her.

“Are you ready?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said faintly. “Whatever it is, I’m ready.”

I stood up, grinning.

“My friends,” I said. “Dessert it served.”

I pulled the blindfold off Rita’s face, and I saw her face go through the progression of realization that hit her hard and fast. She was surrounded by eight powerful men emanating sex. Their cocks were in varying states of erection. I stepped out of the circle and made eye contact with Jess, who smiled at me and looked a little bit jealous.

As soon as I had moved to the perimeter of the scene, Kayla came forward with Ginger and Gloria. Still clothed but dressed like sluts, they dropped to their knees and began sucking and stroking two cocks each. Jess came to the forefront, too, and took control of the sybian’s remote.

“You are going to cum so hard and so much, sweetie,” she said to Rita.

“Oh, god,” Rita said. “I’m already going crazy!”

I noticed Crystal whisper to Jason, then to Bianka. Jason nodded, and his two girls walked over to the two unoccupied pornstars, who we hadn’t met before. Crystal spoke with them briefly, and all I heard was one of the guys say, “Fuck yeah, sure.” And in a blink, Crystal and Bianka were on their knees sucking their monstrously large cocks.

I joined Kat and Katie in the kitchen. They were already high, I could tell, but were still eyeing the cocaine.

“How am I doing so far?” I asked.

“Incredible,” Kat said. “Rita is going to lose her mind.”

“Are they all going to cum for her?” Katie asked.

I nodded.

“This is going to get messy,” Kat said with a wicked laugh.

The girls blew their lines while I greeted Jason, then we hit a couple lines ourselves.

“What’s the end game?” Jason asked me.

“Kayla and friends will get the guys off,” I said. “And Rita is going to be tortured by the sybian and gets to pick where each guy cums.”

“Jesus,” he said.

“You don’t have to just watch,” I said.

“Yeah, daddy,” Kat said, sliding an arm around me. “Jason can play with Katie or me or Katie and me. Whatever he wants.”

“You know, I kind of wouldn’t mind, you know, adding mine to the pot,” Jason said and gestured to Rita.

“Do you want some help?” Kat asked.

Jason glanced away sheepishly.

“I was, uh, maybe hoping Kayla could, uh, offer some assistance,” he said. “I mean, if that’s okay.”

“Aw, Jason,” Kat said. “You should play with her. She’s amazing.”

“And that leaves daddy for Kat and me,” Katie said, her voice a happy chirp.

“I’m going to get so horny, daddy,” Kat said. “I’m going to be almost as excited as Rita will be to see all those huge dicks in action.”

Kat and Katie guided us a bit closer to the central attraction. I pulled over a chair so we could watch and play, one of them sitting on each of my knees. They kissed me and teased my cock over my jeans. It was a slow build because we took in the buffet of action before us.

And, to me, the action was irresistible. From the outside, the whole situation had to seem bizarre. It probably was even strange for the porn guys who lined up for it – outside of getting paid, so they didn’t truly care. It was a job. But our friends were only too happy to attend. It was a sex show, but it was also more than that. This was peak Rita. And that was the whole point of how I had set up this scenario. I wanted her handcuffed. I wanted her blindfolded for a time. I wanted her to feel without control. Then, before she panicked and freaked, I made sure we took the blindfold off.

That moment, to me, was the most beautiful part of the whole night. Rita was different from the rest of the girls. She didn’t fit the same mold. She loved being part of our hedonistic lifestyle. But Rita had boundaries. Important boundaries. She also had a particular ego. She was the weather girl. She lived for being the center of attention. But she only wanted to feed her ego on her own terms.

On this night, that’s what I wanted to test. I put Rita as the center of attention in a way that encompassed every detail played to her vanity. And I could see on her face how much she relished it. Even through the ferocious, unrelenting pleasure machine of the sybian, which turned Rita into jelly with the controls in Jess’s hands, her eyes darted around the circle of hard cock that surrounded her. Then a specific memory came back to me, triggered by this scene and Rita’s reaction to it. It was the first time I had gotten her to wear a butt plug on the air, not long after she had confessed to me how turned on it made her to think about how many people watching her were masturbating thinking about her.

I remember watching her on the broadcast that morning, knowing she was plugged, and seeing the magical twinkle in her eye. It was a combination of a naughty secret and pure lust. That’s what I recognized in her now. She was the center of attention but got to act upon her desires within the confines of her own rules, to satisfy the sexual kink central to her fantasies. She scanned the circle to evaluate who might give her the first load of cum first. But she was also propelled involuntarily down the ramp of pleasure from the sybian. Jess sensed it, too, and ramped up the speed. It caused Rita to arch her back, and she steadied herself with her handcuffed hands behind her.

“Oh, Christ!” she screamed. “I’m cumming! I’m cumming! Holy shit! This is so intense! Fuck me! I’m cumming again! I’m cumming again!”

She could barely keep her body vertical, but Jess wouldn’t abate the pace of the machine. In fact, she put the controller down. Rita gasped again, and we watched what came next. Jess scooped up a bit of cocaine on a carbon fiber card, brought it back, and held a small scoop on her fingernail under Rita’s nose. She snorted happily, then took a second bump Jess offered. And then Rita squirted. It was a fucking circus of sexual exhibitionism. Rita’s screams seemed to border on crying. She had lost all control, and her body shook violently as she shot four, five streams of squirt across the room. And since her only method of balance control was to keep her hands behind her, it shot far. One round hit Kayla’s side as she blew Jason right in front of Rita.

It was a display of unbridled, uncontrollable pleasure that set the room on fire. Once Rita finished squirting and was nearly in tears begging Jess to slow down the sybian, the action in the circle around her started to draw near its inevitable conclusion. Jason, in particular, was on the verge of losing it. But that was perfect timing because after her incandescent sybian-induced display, Rita was now focused more than ever on feeding her addiction. Almost like flipping a switch, she had gone from emotional begging to demanding that the men around her feed her addiction.

“I need a big load of cum right now,” she said, her chest heaving. “Please, boys, I’m a whore for cum. I’ll do anything to get it.”