Ass iration!

“I want her to be obsessed with people looking at and touching her ass.”

“Wow,” said the balding man. “And you’re sure that’s what you want?”

“Yep.” Hunter messed with his hands, bending his thumbs back as far as they could go. He’d been doing that since his first soccer practice, and since then, every time he got nervous. The scriptwriter stared, then nodded. He opened the script and wrote something in, mouthing the words ‘ass,’ ‘obsess,’ ‘touch,’ ‘look.’ Before closing his glowing pen and putting the folded script into a large pocket in his cargo pants.

“Sounds good, kid.” He winked and made his way back up the ladder.

The door to the cloud creaked shut. The world was back to normal.

For the rest of the day, Hunter would ask himself if what had just happened was truly legitimate. He felt like he had just been suffering from overexposure to the heat and had some sort of stroke.