Page 105 of Two Guys, a Girl, and a Tripod

“Are things… ok between you two?” She bites her lip, waiting for my response.

“He’s quiet,” I admit, turning onto the last street. I slow down, checking the house numbers on my side. “But so far, he seems ok with the arrangement.” That is definitely not the right word.

“Arrangement?” Sophie smirks. “We need to find a better way to say what we’re doing here.”

“Let’s focus on the party tonight.” The house comes into view. “Here we are.”

The street is lined with cars, but it looks like someone is about to pull out of a space a couple of houses down, so we park there and walk toward the party. As we approach, I can hear music coming from the backyard. A sign on the front door says to head around back. I let Sophie lead the way since she’s the invited guest.

When we enter through the gate in the privacy fence, a cacophony of laughter and music meets our ears. The pool, which is being used to its full extent, is filled with other adult performers. A couple of tables sit a few feet from two large grills being manned by two very burly men. Both of the men are shirtless, covered in tattoos, and wearing ‘kiss the cook’ aprons. There’s a bar set directly against the house and it looks like our hostess hired a bartender. Two, I correct myself, as a young woman joins her male counterpart behind the counter, serving drinks to bathing suit-clad guests.

A woman who looks a few years older than me waves at us. Her dark blonde hair is pulled back in a French braid, her pale skin shining with what I can only assume is sunblock–baby oil or something similar would be horrible for that complexion. She’s wearing a black, one-piece suit with a slit down the middle that goes most of the way to her belly button. Her eyes are hidden behind huge aviator sunglasses, but she’s grinning at us.

“Honey!” she squeals, hurrying over, moving just slowly enough not to spill her drink. “You made it!” She embraces Sophie with one arm, holding her drink away from their bodies with the other hand.

“Thank you so much for inviting me. This is an amazing party. An amazingplace,” Sophie adds as the woman lets go. She motions at me. “This is Lance Kixxx. Lance, this is Sara Sitwell.”

“Nice to meet you, Sara.” I shake her offered hand and she continues to smile.

“Right back at ya! Hey, if you need local collabs, hit me up on Twitter or something. If Honey brought you, that’s all the reference I need.”

“Really?” I raise my eyebrows and look over at Sophie.

“Absolutely. Did she tell you she was on my podcast? So much fun. We should do it again.” Sara babbles away while I survey the crowd, my sunglasses hiding my wandering eyes. “Maybe you can pop by sometime for an interview too, not just a shoot.”

“That would be great. I’ll definitely reach out. Thanks again for having us.”

“Oh, don’t thank me. Just have a good time.”

With that, Sara practically dances away to greet someone who walked through the gate after us. The sun is getting low in the sky, but even when it sets, I don’t anticipate it’ll cool off too much.

Sophie and I grab drinks from the bar and find a couple of chairs around the edge. She doesn’t seem too keen to jump into networking, even though that’s exactly what this event is for. I don’t plan on pushing her. I’ve seen her come out of her shell and I know she can do it on her own when she’s ready.

“Do you know anyone else here?” I ask, looking through the sea of faces

“I don’t think so,” she says slowly, doing her own surveillance of the crowd. “Some look familiar though. I’m sure I’ve seen them on my feed somewhere.”

“I’ve seen a few people I’ve worked with. No one recent,” I add, though I’m not sure why. Just as I finish speaking, a woman at the bar waves to get my attention before heading our way.

“Lance!” she calls, a grin on her pale face. Huge sunglasses hide eyes that I know are bright blue.

“Hey, Talia!” I call back when she’s still halfway across the yard. “I’ve worked with her a lot for a pro company,” I explain to Sophie. “You’ll like her, she’s sweet.”

In her hot pink string bikini, her blonde hair swinging in a ponytail, she looks every bit the picture-perfect porn star that she is. She was snapped up by a big talent agency within weeks of coming onto the scene as an amateur and she hasn’t looked back since. Not that she should.

“What company?” Sophie asks. She’s smiling and even though I can’t see her eyes behind her sunglasses, I know the smile reaches them. The lack of jealousy is refreshing.

“It’s,” I pause to chuckle, “it’s called Gargantuanal.”

“What?” Sophie throws her head back in a fit of giggles. “That’s amazing!” I join her in laughing at the ridiculous name. It’s not the weirdest I’ve heard–there are plenty of production companies in the adult industry with names like it.

“I didn’t know you were coming,” I say, standing and hugging Talia before sitting back down.

“Yeah, Sara and I have worked together a few times.” She looks down at Sophie and extends a hand. “I’m Talia Sins.”

“Honey Dee Vine.” Sophie takes the offered hand and shakes it politely. “Lance was just telling me you’ve worked together a lot.”

“Oh yeah.” Talia pulls up a chair from a few feet away to sit opposite us. “The one I’ve been with a lot recently is focused on anal content, but mostly with those extreme toys that are huge.”

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