Bam and co.

It was easy enough to get Cloud (that was the only name she would give) to agree to be on the show. The trick was in convincing her parents that it was a good idea for them to let their teenage daughter live in a house full of crazy men while she was still attending school.
It was harder to imagine a stranger scene that that inside one of MTV’s offices in New York. On side of the table their was Bam, in all his unholy glory, wearing his Civil War jacket, sitting alongside Ryan Dunn who was rocking an eye-patch for the occasion. At the end of the table was a young woman in a suit, courtesy of MTV productions. To her immediate left was Cloud, done up in a pink sweater and a pleated khaki miniskirt. That left the last two people in the room, Cloud’s parents. Her mother was probably not even twenty years older than the girl herself, and resembled a somewhat older version of a Barbie doll in her pink sweater set. Cloud’s father on the pother hand was good-looking but somewhat shabbier looking, with a five o’clock shadow and engine grease under his nails.
“You see, Mrs.White, MTV will be responsible for your daughter while she is on the show. Mr. Margera will be covering all of her living expenses as long as she’s in the house and half of her paycheck will go directly to you while she will be allowed to keep the remaining amount.”
“Paycheck?” The woman glanced up sharply at the mention of money.
In the end the details were all sorted out and Cloud’s bags were all tossed into the back of the Hummer as they speeded off to Bam Land.
“So,” Bam turned slightly in his seat to address the girl. “You now belong to Dunn and me. When we want you, we get you. Clear?”
Ryan’s hands snaked around her waist as the brunette spoke, sliding beneath her shirt and across her stomach.
Bam continued, “You can pretty much bang whoever you want in the house, unless we tell you otherwise. The only other rule is to follow any other orders we might give you.” Cloud blushed as Ryan’s hand slip farther up her shirt and under her bra. The older blond laughed and pulled both garments over her head.
“Hey Bam-Bam! Check it out.” He tossed her sweater up into the front seat. Bam picked it up and made a face.
“We need to get you some new clothes. Ville Valo is coming this weekend and you gotta look decent. Not this shit.”
“What’s wrong with my clothes?? I li--- AH!!!” Cloud yelped as Ryan began pulling on her skirt, reaching for her panties.
“What the fuck?!” Bam swerved off, and onto the shoulder of the deserted road. He turned around and hopped into the backseat, grinning. “Well I guess we should try her out first…” He reached down and started undoing his belt.