McCaslin and Baksh fill up a few PG-rated rolls of film, and then it's time for Audra to lose her duds (except for her sexy, "submissive"-emblazoned choker, natch). "I'm not really submissive," she says with a smile. "I'm more aggressive than I look."
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"Get out of my shot!" Jocz says, grabbing the lens and shooing his bandmates away. "Let's lose your bra." While Jocz shoots, Baksh takes on the role of Audra's personal stylist, directing her every move: "Cover up the nipples a little more."
"Cover them?!" Whibley chimes.
"It's artistic."
When Audra is fully disrobed, it's Whibley's turn behind the lens. "I've never held a camera before, but I think I'm gonna be good at this," he says confidently.
At this point, the guys don't seem to care that a naked model's in their dressing room. They just want her to lick something. Anything, really. A guitar, a banana, a massive bottle of Jack Daniel's and finally, a kitschy faux Viking shield off the wall. "Every kid who's ever played Dungeons and Dragons is going to have a huge boner [when they see this]," Jocz cackles as Audra obliges, rolling her tongue down the metal.
As the sexy session reaches its end, Audra, still nude, sits the band down and sprawls herself across their laps. "This doesn't happen to you guys every day, does it?"
"No," Jocz replies. "Well, maybe once a week."
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