"Up against the wall!" Jon commanded.
The man, Johnson, complied. he pressed his against the wall, placing his feet half-a-pace behind him, allowing him to put his weight into the lean. A smile formed on Jon's puffy lips. This was going extremely well. Maybe he had a future as an action star!
Jon methodically made his way behind the large man. Jon's new, diminutive size made it easy to show the camera that the guarding this prisoner was serious business. He towered over Jon. Jon didn't mind, of course. It was all part of the show. The tension that the director wanted to go for was obvious! Helga, the smaller, yet extremely manly guard, played by him, would use wits and skills to take control of the larger prisoner. It would be a sure-win for an Oscar.
Pausing for the camera, Jon took out his baton and licked it from handle to tip, allowing it to slip into his mouth, moaning as it did. It didn't hurt to show how familiar the hero was with his weapon. Like Dirty Harry and that Magnum. Or Luke Skywalker and the lightsaber. He pulled the baton out and kissed the wet tip, winking his sultry eyes at the camera lens, knowing full well that every woman watching would be weak in the knees.
He turned, then walked toward the naked man. Directly behind Johnson Biggie, Jon stopped and hooked his baton onto his belt, knowing it wouldn't be needed yet. Then he slapped the man's naked behind to remind him that Jon was in charge.
"You've been a very bad boy," Jon said, barely hiding the giggle in his voice.
"Oh, so bad!" the man confirmed.
Excellent, thought Jon, he's falling into line.
Then came the search. Since the man was naked it was pretty easy. Besides, Jon knew exactly where the man was hiding his drill. But for the camera, Jon took his time. Over the man's back, down to his buttocks, then up and down his legs, Jon ran his fingers. The man shivered from the touch. It's working, Jon thought, he's so scared of me!
Needing to get closer for the next step of the search, Jon stepped forward, pressing his body against the man's. He reached his hands around the man's waist, feeling the large hair chest in his tiny hands. Slowly, so as to not raise an alarm with Johnson, Jon let his hands slide down toward the prisoner's groin, where, if Jon was right, he'd find the smuggled weapon, the drill Mr. Biggie had told him about.
Johnson took a short breath as Jon's hands slipped further and further down. Jon wondered if the big man suspected that Jon (Helga, Jon reminded himself) was up to. Before Johnson had any more time to think, though, Jon's hands grabbed the contraband.
"Now I've got you," Jon breathed, his puffy lips brushing the back of Johnson's shoulder blades.
"Ugh," the prisoner replied.
Jon didn't want to give the man a chance to use the weapon on him, so he made sure that he pressed in close to the man. He then began to work the drill loose from where Johnson had it stuck. With one hand he ran it up and down the length of the drill's shaft, while the other gently held onto the small sac that seemed to hang below the drill, probably a bag of drugs.
Over and over Jon worked the drill, but it wouldn't come loose. It did seem to be getting hotter, and, if it was possible, bigger.
"Come on, big boy," Jon breathed, "Give it to Helga. You know you want to."
Johnson's body spasmed, then the drill seemed to spring a leak. Hot fluid sprayed out over the wall. Jon let go out of shock. Had he broken it? Some of the fluid had sprayed on his hand. He held his index finger up to his mouth and tasted it, as he'd seen many narcotics cops do on television when checking mysterious substances. It didn't taste too bad, which surprised him. He'd expected some sort of oil or coolant.
Remembered his task, Jon came up behind the man and wrapped his arms around him again. Going straight for his target this time, Jon dropped his hands to the man's groin, only to find the drill gone, replaced with a much smaller, more flexible thing hanging there. Probably a skin tag Jim thought, making a mental note to remind Johnson to see a doctor about it sometime.
"Oh," Jon pouted for the camera that was in for a close-up, "Is that all there is?"
"CUT! PRINT!" the director shouted, "Excellent work you two! I think we've got what we need!"
Jon grinned and adjusted his boobs. His future as a film star was secure!
