Page 78 of Two Guys, a Girl, and a Tripod

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Miles

Topher Star’s apartment is about as nice as any I’ve been in, especially for a content trade. I’ve experienced gorgeous sets for larger productions, but for a simple collaboration, this takes the cake.

I run a hand over my face as I sink into his couch with a groan.

“Sore?” Topher laughs at me from the kitchen. I don’t really need aftercare for tame scenes like the one we just filmed, but he insists on feeding me.

“I’ll be ok.” I reach for the bottle of water on the coffee table and feel some of the lube still slick on my ass cheeks. It’s going to take a long shower to get everything off–and out–of me.

“Good.” Topher nods and reaches into the fridge for the huge bowl of what he calls cowboy caviar–a midwestern name for corn salsa. “Next time, we’ll have to switch it up. I think the viewers are getting bored seeing you bottom so much.”

“We both know that’s not true.” I smirk, watching him over the bottle as I take a sip.

Topher joins me on the couch with individual bowls of salsa and a bag of lightly salted tortilla chips. We’re both fully clothed in his chilly apartment. I’ve even drawn a blanket over my legs.

“Anything new with you?” asks Topher. His blue eyes take me in, studying me. If he sees anything different about my demeanor, he doesn’t mention it. “I’ve been talking to some production companies. You’re always the first name I recommend.”

“I’ve been told.” I moan when I take a bite off the chip in my hand. The salsa is spicy, but not so much that I can’t handle eating an entire bowl like it’s a meal. The red onion is strong, but that’s the way I like it. It’s a good thing this is apost-shoot snack. “Thanks again, man. I really appreciate it. Some of the companies I’ve worked with have been really amazing.”

“If you sucked, I wouldn’t be giving your name to everyone I work with.” He waves a hand at me before chowing down on his own chip and salsa combo.

“I do suck.” It’s a stupid joke, but I’m never going to pass it up.

“You know what I mean,” Topher says through a mouthful of food and rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, but I appreciate it. Really. It’s hard to find someone you can just vibe with, you know?” I bite into another chip, staring down at the bowl.

“Working with anyone new lately?” He pauses. “Oh, I saw that selfie with… what’s her name?” He frowns, trying to think.

“Honey Dee Vine?” I ask. She’s the only new partner I’ve had outside of industry events or pro shoots in several months.

“That’s it!” He points at me with a chip. “Yeah, how’s she to work with?”

“She’s great.” She’s fucking amazing. “Super fun, very easy to work with. Professional, too.”

“She’s gorgeous. I haven’t worked with a woman in a while. Do you think she’d do a threeway with you and me?”

“Funny you should mention that.” I grin. “She literallyjusttold me the other day that an MMF threeway is on her bucket list. We’ll have to make that happen.”

“If you think she’d be up for it, feel free to ask. I’ll make time.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” I reply with a nod, wondering if I should divulge the other bit of information about her. “Have you ever dated anyone in the industry?”

“A couple people, yeah. Sometimes it works out, sometimes it’s awful. Depends more on the person, you know? Why? You thinking this latest collab might be something more?”

“I, er,” I rub my eyebrow with a thumb, looking away. “We actually already went on a date.”

“Shit, man. That’s good, right?” He turns a little more toward me, his food forgotten. “Or isn’t it? I can’t read that expression.”

“No, it’s good. She’s,” I groan, “amazing. But how do you keep that kind of thing separate?”

“You’ve dated other creators before, right? How did you work things out then?”

“I don’t think I should use previous experience.”

“Maybe not.” Topher shakes his head, then takes a deep breath. “Well, clearly I’m not amazing at dating in general. I’m still single, but my advice is to just talk about it with her. Figure out what each of you can and can’t accept someone doing. Rules about working with other people, communication. All that good stuff.”

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