Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 114337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
His lips parted to form a word, but he hesitated, and his gaze turned my direction. Was he picturing the same thing I was? Abbie stood on one side of him and me on the other, our hands wrapped around his dick, working together to get him off. Jesus.
The image made me pinch my knees together.
His eyes turned so intense, I couldn’t look away, and for a long moment I had the strangest feeling he was picturing only the two of us in the foggy shower. But he blinked, cleared his eyes, and tore his gaze away.
“Yeah.” He nodded. “That’s fine.”
His plain tone was like he was taking one for the team. As if this were some kind of hardship for him.
I raised an eyebrow as my blood heated. If he thought performing with me was going to be difficult, well . . . that was fine. I was happy to prove him right.
TEN
Madison
My imagined scene in the shower with Abbie turned out to be very different from reality, starting with location. I’d pictured it happening in the bathroom we shared, but that wasn’t practical for filming.
Instead, Wednesday afternoon after I’d finished my last class for the day, I helped Nina and Scott set up for filming in their spacious bathroom. It was bright and airy, with subtle gray streaks swirling through the floor-to-ceiling tiles in the enormous shower. It was so large, it was its own room.
Enclosed by a tall glass wall, the shower had a modern freestanding tub on one side and a long bench on the other, with the showerhead and drain in the center of the wet area.
The thing was fucking sexy, and I was envious of Nina and Scott for getting to use it whenever they wanted. Although, it currently looked like that wasn’t the case. Any shampoos or shower products had been tucked away under the sinks, so the space was clean and bare.
As we set up the lights, cameras, and microphones, Nina explained how to use each one. The hope was down the road I’d be able to do this on my own and turn in high-quality videos ready for upload. She gave me tips on aiming the light, watching out for reflective surfaces, and ideas for staging.
I focused intently on what she was telling me, because if I didn’t, I’d think about Abbie and our scene, and my heart would fall out of rhythm. I was excited, but also nervous. She was so attractive and friendly, but I’d never been with another woman before, and what if I couldn’t go through with it?
Nina was chill when I mentioned it. “If you change your mind, no worries. You and Abbie can each film a solo scene in here.”
I looked at the large rectangular lights, draped in diffusers to mimic natural light. They weren’t that hard to take down, move, and set up somewhere else, but it would still be a pain to have to start over in another location. “It’s okay if they’re shot in the same place?”
“Sure, but it won’t look like the same location to the viewer. Like, let’s say your scene is pulled back with you standing under the showerhead. Abbie’s could be up close, where she’s sitting on the edge of the tub. Those two videos will feel very different.” She held up a light meter to test how bright the space was. “Did you pick a name yet?”
I sucked in a breath and lifted my shoulders, hoping to not look or sound foolish. “Yeah, uh,” I brushed a lock of hair back behind my ear, “I was thinking Annika Adore.”
She considered it thoughtfully. “That works. Any story behind it?”
“My parents almost named me Annika. It was their runner-up choice.”
God, I’d struggled to find a name I didn’t think was cheesy but also fit the guidelines Abbie had given me. I’d researched other successful adult actresses, and promptly fallen down a rabbit hole of the internet. If I wanted to be good at this, I had a lot to learn.
Once the equipment was all ready to go, Nina sent me upstairs to get ready. I didn’t spend much time on my hair because I’d been told to wear it up in a ponytail, and even though the plan was not to get it wet, there was no point in trying to curl or straighten it. The steam of the shower would undo any effort I made.
I went light on my makeup for the same reason, and I was putting on my second coat of waterproof mascara when Abbie ducked her head around the bathroom corner. “Hey, good looking.” Her smile was sultry. “You ready to get naughty with me?”
My nerves had formed a sticky lump in my throat, but I swallowed it down. I wanted this. And if I decided I didn’t? No big deal, right?