"So we were just recorded?" Nick asked, standing up from the bed.
Zak pulled a chair over to stand on. "It seems that way…," he said, inspecting the camera close up. "It's hooked up into the ceiling."
"Does every room in this damn place have a camera?" Aaron asked, getting up from the bed and walking outside. Nick and Zak followed him closely. Discrete cameras were hidden under the awnings around the pool, in the hallways, and sure enough, there were cameras in the ballroom where they had their interlude earlier that afternoon. They checked each cabin and cameras were there as well.
"What the fuck kind of security is this in a nudist society?" Zak asked.
"Well at this point there's not much we can do that hasn't already been on film," Nick said, picking up his own camera.
Aaron shrugged. He had a point. Now they had them on camera having sex in two locations. And this second time was significantly more raunchy. Though, Aaron was pretty proud of himself. He had thrown down pretty well if he did say so himself. He'd had both Nick and Zak underneath him screaming, so he would consider that a success and hell yes he would like a DVD of it if they were to offer.
"What are you grinning at?" Nick asked him.
Aaron turned to him, turning on his camera so he could see Nick's face in the bright LCD. "I hope we get a DVD."
Zak rolled his eyes into the darkness. "I seriously hope that we don't get a DVD because that would just be really creepy. That would mean that the security guard and Jerry have seen us have sex twice in one day."
"I'm just ready to get this investigation over with. Let's seriously split up this time and cover more ground. I don't think we're going to get anything here anyways."
The other men agreed and after a round of fist bumps and 'good lucks' they were off to different locations. Nick to the ballroom and Zak and Aaron to different cabins that had been pointed out to them earlier.
Nick wandered around the edges of the ballroom, making sure that he knew where everything was so he didn't bump into it in the dark. Coming up the stage, he climbed up on it carefully. They hadn't inspected behind the curtain before. Nick figured that Jerry had now seen literally everything they had to offer today, so he should be able to look behind a stupid curtain. "A bed?" he said out loud to himself. "I wonder what play that was for." Getting closer to the bed, he saw the straps.
Aaron lay on the bed in the cabin, seriously wishing that he wasn't the only person in the room. Not because he was scared. Hell no. He was bored out of his mind. It'd be nice to have Nick or Zak laying on top of him to put his hands on. The red light on the camera in the corner looked down at him, reminding him that he was constantly on camera. His body was so physically relaxed after the great sex from earlier, it was next to impossible to keep his eyes open. Smiling to himself, Aaron set his camera on the nightstand. Sighing, he closed his eyes, replaying the scene behind his eyes as he fell asleep.
Zak grumbled sitting on the edge of the bed in his cabin, looking up at the camera. "Why the hell are there cameras here?" This question was going to plague him until he saw Jerry in the morning. It really pissed him off that they were not told about the cameras around the entire compound. Isn't that illegal? To film people without their knowledge? That was why they had to constantly get the forms from their interviewees for the show. And if they had cameras set up all around the compound, what the hell were they brought in for to prove that there was something paranormal there? Surely they had their own evidence from the cameras. Just what the fuck was going on here?
Nick's voice crackled through on both their radios, jarring Aaron from his slumber and Zak from his thoughts. "Um, hey guys… come to the ballroom. There's something I want to show you."
"Did you find this supposed equipment that they're protecting with the cameras?" Zak radioed back.
"I don't know. Just get over here."
Zak and Aaron met at the door to the ballroom. "What's going on?" Zak asked as they walked through the door. Aaron shrugged shutting down his camera. All of the lights were on in the ballroom and Nick was across the room on the stage, his own camera sitting on the stage of the corner. Nick motioned to them towards the curtain as they approached. "Do we get a magic show?" Zak snorted.
"No. Look behind the curtain."
Both men quirked an eyebrow and climbed on the stage. Walking behind the curtain, Nick close behind, Aaron laughed, "Nick… is that a bed?"
Nick nodded slowly. Zak looked between the two men and up around the edges of the stage hidden behind the curtain. "There's no cameras here."
"Does that bed have handcuffs?" Nick nodded again. "Dude, what the fuck kind of place is this?"
"I don't know, but I just lost interest in continuing the investigation," Zak said.
Aaron raised an eyebrow, pulling at one of the cuffs. "Should we call the cops? I mean this is just… strange."
Nick shrugged. "I think we need to call Jerry and have him let us out of this place."
Returning to their base, Zak picked up his cell phone and dialed Jerry's number. "Hey, Jerry. It's Zak Bagans over here at Rainbow Valley. No, everything is not fine. We'd appreciate it if you came to let us out. I think it's time for us to leave."
Quickly, the three packed up their equipment, carrying it to the front of the resort. They waited to be let out, sitting behind the gate, staring at their van. "It's teasing us," Nick said as he leaned against the wall.
"What is?" Aaron asked.
"The van. Sitting out there…. Holding our clothing…"
Zak snorted. "I should have known that there wasn't something right about this. You guys were right."
Nick shrugged. "Whatever. I just want to know what the hell is going on and why we're being videotaped."
"And whether or not we are now internet porn stars," Aaron added in.
"Gay porn stars," Zak mumbled.
Jerry's car pulled up to the gate, parking next to their van. Getting out of the car, his face held a look of concern. "Is everything ok?" Nick made sure to note that he was fully clothed this time.
Zak stood, hands on his hips, anger evident in his posture. He didn't say a word until the gate was opened and Aaron and Nick were carrying their equipment to their van. "What the fuck is going on here, Jerry?" he asked quietly. Nick and Aaron dressed quietly beside the van, straining to hear the response.
"What are you talking about?" he answered.
Nick brought Zak his boxers and pants as he returned, half clothed himself, for more equipment cases. Sliding his clothes on, Zak never faltered in his glare at Jerry. "The video cameras are everywhere. We were never told about any of them until you handed me that DVD right before lockdown."
"Oh those," Jerry waved them off nervously. "Those are just for surveillance."
"In the cabins? By the pool? In every fucking corner of the compound? And just what the fuck is up with the bed and the handcuffs on the stage in the ballroom. What kind of show are you running here?" Zak asked. His anger was flowing through his veins, filling out every curve of muscle in his body. Nick and Aaron stopped loading equipment to flank their partner, arms crossed over their chests, looking as menacing as possible.
Jerry sighed, defeated. "We were losing money, so we added a second business."
"What kind of business?" Nick asked.
Jerry fidgeted nervously, taking a full step back from the men. "Porn… we rent the resort out as a porn set. It's actually been really profitable."
Zak paled. "Are the cameras constantly recording?"
Jerry nodded. "But only when the cabins are occupied by the actors. Our security guards watch the cameras 24/7 and they make a special note whenever someone is um… having relations… It makes it seem more realistic apparently."
Aaron fought the laughter bubbling up in his chest but failed as a loud laugh escaped him. "So that DVD you handed Zak this afternoon was real?"
Zak blushed as Jerry nodded again. "Oh yes, very much so. But we erased that. We would never do anything with that."
"Um… there's another portion that you're going to have to erase… from cabin 7," Zak mumbled.
Jerry raised an eyebrow. Nick and Aaron walked away, picking up the rest of their Pelican cases and carrying them out to the van, leaving Zak to deal with the embarrassment. Clearing his throat, Zak spoke up louder. "We didn't get anything paranormal here. So we found a way to occupy our time. In cabin 7. It would really be in our best interest if that was erased."
Jerry nodded, smiling slightly. "Do you want a DVD of that too?" he asked.
"YES!" Shouted Aaron from the van door.
"No!" Nick and Zak answered in unison, both glaring at Aaron.
The ride back to their hotel was silent. All three men were happy they were in clothes once again, cameras away. Aaron, for one, was happy that nothing demonic or even paranormal was there and that he could actually sleep while it was still dark out. Zak suddenly punched the dashboard in front of him in the passenger seat. "Dude! Careful that the airbag doesn't pop out at you. What the hell?" Nick said from the driver's seat.
"I just jeopardized our friggin' careers."
Aaron shrugged in the backseat. "I think we'll be all right. Jerry didn't seem to want to advertise to everyone that the place was a porn set. I doubt us having sex will be front page news."
Nick smirked. "Even if it does, we can make some serious money doing a paranormal porn series."
Aaron's voice brightened. "Dude! That would be awesome. We should film it now and then release it when our show goes off the air."
Zak snorted and shook his head. "I am not doing porn."
"Whatever," Aaron laughed. "Nick and I are still going to tie you to the bed later. I want to see this blue dildo."
Zak blushed furiously as the other two men laughed. He could see that this was going to be one of his fuck ups that just never went away.