Page 41 of Two Guys, a Girl, and a Tripod

Lance’s bark of laughter startles me. His eyes are shining with mirth. Maybe even a bit of mischief. They’re practically sparkling.

“Noted. The last woman I filmed with, her partner didn’t allow her to kiss her co-stars. I don’t mind, but it kind of takes away from a scene if you want it to be intimate.”

“I totally agree.” I’m glad he doesn’t push on the forehead kissing thing. I don’t know if I’m just weird or if it’s something a lot of women would agree on, but it makes me feel things, and feeling things can be dangerous. “I would have a hard time imagining letting a partner dictate what I can and can’t do on camera.”

Caleb tried. When he realized I would only compromise on a few things, he got angry. I shake my head to clear the unwelcome thoughts. Lance doesn’t seem to notice.

“Have you dated since you started making content?” he asks. We’re just standing and conversing now as if we aren’t about to fuck on camera.

“I had a long-term relationship for a while, but that ended when I moved out here about six months ago.”When I ran.“Since then just a single date.”

“It’s kind of hard to find people who understand, isn’t it?” Lance’s gaze has turned more observant as if trying to figure out what I’m not saying.

“Very.” I don’t want to be rude, but I’m sonotabout to divulge all of my secrets to a stranger. I’ll fuck him, but I won’t tell him all about my ex.

“Oral?” he asks and I start to worry that he can read my mind.

“Good with giving and receiving. You?”

“Love both. Is there something specific you like when receiving?”

I hesitate. No one, on- or off-camera, has made me come. It doesn’t particularly matter on camera as long as I’m convincing–and I always am. But Lance is waiting for my reply and I know he notices my pause. I clear my throat.

“Just do whatever is easiest,” I finally say. “I’m a good actress,” I add with a wink when I see that he’s about to protest.

“Does it always have to be fake?” he asks, cocking his head to one side and eyeing me.

“Of course not. But if you want it to be real, we could be here all day.”

That earns another sharp laugh.

“I’m not sure if you doubt my abilities or if you’re just that cynical from years of neglect.”Neglect. The word hurts, but it isn’t exactly incorrect.

“Can’t it be both?” I ask. “What about you? Do you want to instruct me in the scene or tell me now if there’s something you like?”

Most men hate being vocal, even in porn. It’s a serious oversight, but I’m sure it’s a vicious cycle. Men in porn just grunt and barely speak. So the men watching think they have to be silent too.

“You do what you think is best and I’ll teach you in real-time,” he says with a grin, closing the door and stepping further into the room. “If you need it.”

I bite down on the inside of my lips, trying not to gasp at the look in his eyes. Co-stars are excited to work with me all the time–it helps to be somewhat attracted to the person you’re filming with–but the look in those brown eyes ishungry. He drags his gaze down and then back up, but when it meets mine once more, his expression softens and he grins.

11

Miles

Shit.

Shit, shit, shit.

Why? Why, when Honey told me what a forehead kiss would do, do I want to place my lips right where she doesn’t want them? It’s an innocent enough gesture, but I know that my reason for doing it is less so. I thought maybe an extra hour at the gym last night would help me work off the jitters. It didn’t. Not even a little bit. This is ridiculous. You won’t get far in porn if you fall for every performer you work with.

Standing here with her, with Honey Dee Vine, is about as close to a dream come true as I’ll ever have. The afternoon light reflects off of a few golden strands of her hair, the glow amplified by the coral color of the walls. There’s warmth in this room and it’s not just the color scheme. It’s her. She lights up the whole fucking space. She’s the sun and I'm a flower waiting to bloom in her presence.

A flower?Ok, sure. A flower.

“How do you want to start things?” she asks. “My tripod is the tallest I could find, so if you want to start with oral, we can get a good shot from above of you eating me out. If that’s ok to start.” Pink tinges her cheeks.

“Are you kidding?” I blurt. “If we didn’t have to get it all on camera, I’d have thrown you on the bed already to get between those thighs.” I worry I’ve just put my foot in my mouth until Honey laughs.

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