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"I think I'm starting to see where this story is going." Bridgett said, leaning in on her fists. "I'm a little surprised that the both of you actually went through with it, considering how close you were."

I won't lie. The memory still stings a little bit to think about. Jesse and I patched things up later down the line and we both agreed the romance was dead. We still like to meet up for a little fun every now and then, because there's always going to be a strong physical attraction between the two of us. We visit, we catch up, we bang one out ands then order a pizza. I could probably bring a friend if I damn well wanted to.

But there's always that 'what-if?' scenario where I think about what it would've been like if we'd stayed together. Learned about each other and cultivated the emotional aspect a little more. I don't know if we'd have stayed together beyond the amateur phase, but it would've been nice to see for myself. Sometimes I think that in an alternate dimension, I wouldn't have pulled that stunt at the theater. I wouldn't have met Sherri. I wouldn't have ever gotten black out drunk and woke up with a girl I didn't know. And I we wouldn't have had a perfectly healthy relationship severed by our own naiveté.

It was my turn to be staring off into space. I didn't realize it until Bridgett snapped her fingers at me. "Hey! DD, did I lose you?" she said. I snapped back into the moment, and for a split second I thought it was Jesse sitting across from me. But it quickly blinked back to Bridgett, wearing a mild grin and starting to lean back from pulling me out of my thoughts. "Are you all right? You spaced out for second there." she said. I shook my head out and ran my hands across my head flattening out my ears and feeling them spring back up.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I said, adding a soft chuckle in the end. "It's just a sensitive memory is all." I had one last cherry on my plate that had fallen out of my pie. I found myself rolling it along the plate with my fork, trying to pick up all the crumbs in the stickiness of the syrup. I was almost in danger of getting lost in thought again, but Bridgett kept me focused.

"It seems like it might be more than just a little sensitive." She said, watching me roll my cherry around. Without looking up at her, I had a soft 'humph' of a laugh and said "Maybe a little. Don't get me wrong, that was years ago and Jesse and I both moved on. We're still friends too. I just see that audition as the turning point of gaining a good thing but losing another. And I can't help but wonder about what it would be like if I hadn't lost it." I said. When I looked up, I noticed a slight change in Bridgett. There was something about the air around her... She suddenly felt more, sympathetic.

"I think we've all had a time like that in our lives." She said. "Multiple even." The moment had potential to turn into something really heart-to-heart, but then she stole my cherry off my plate and ate it in front of me. And getting almost all the pie crumbs on that one cherry was an accomplishment for me, so I pretty miffed momentarily. "I was gonna eat that." I said. Bridgett just gave me a cute shrug and licked a tiny bit of leftover syrup off her lips. Something I'd have to add to my list of 'little things that still turn me on.'

"Allright, so what happened next? Ogdren sets you two up, she's going first, yadda yadda." She said. I clinked my fork on the plate and said "Y'know, I was just having an introspective moment there, you'd think I'd have a little more time to ease back into my story." Bridgett leaned back in her seat with an exaggerated sneer and a dismissive wave of her hand. "Pffft. There's time for that later. Get on with the story." she said. I actually appreciated her being a little rude. I knew she did it on purpose to lighten the mood. So I took a last sip of my pink lemonade and held up my hands. "Okay, okay, I'll get back to it then. So I have to leave the room. Jesse and the other guy, Oliver, stay behind..."

When I walked out of the door, Jesse and I shared one last glance at eachother. It was like time slowed down to a crawl for second and we had an entire conversation through that one moment of eye contact.

"I'm scared"

"So am I"

"Should we stop"

"I don't know"

"I think I want this, but I'm not sure"

"I feel the same way"

And that was all we could fit in before the door shut and Sal led me down the hall. Ailee turned in the opposite direction. When I looked over my shoulder to see where she was going, she'd started adjusting her shorts, tugging them up high enough to give me a preview of what I'd be working with. She looked back to me and winked. I wasn't sure of the etiquette around this place, so I just whipped my head forward and pretended not to notice. The further Sal and I walked away, the more conflicted I started to feel. We both felt like we were prepared for this, we were both certain this wouldn't change anything when I happened, but even with everything she and I had discussed? You just can't shut up that nagging voice in your head that likes to remind you that your girlfriend is likely having sex with another guy right now.

"You can watch it if you want." Sal said. I pulled a mental double take when I ignored him at first, but then registered the sentence. "I can watch it?" I asked. Sal started to lead further down to the hall and towards more offices, probably the rooms where all the editing and sound mixing was done.

"Yeah, Ogdren's office has a camera that streams directly to the computers. I know it looked kinda plain in there, but sometimes we go in and really dress it up so we can do live shows and Ogdren can direct from the sidelines." I thought back to Ogdren for a moment. I wasn't sure what I was expecting when it came to a porn director. I guess I was expecting somebody really sleazy or egocentric, but Ogdren seemed far more strict and commanded respect. Like a real director. Not that I thought of porn directors as being anything less, but... well that's a lie, I really did think porn directors were just people who came in and said "okay, fuck" and then got paid, making Ogdren all the more of an anomaly to me. "Yeah, Ogdren's a little harsher than I would've thought for a guy in his line of work. He doesn't seem all that enthusiastic." I said. We stopped at one of the open doors in the hallway and stepped into a room packed wall-to-wall with computers and recording equipment. I guessed that Ogdren wanted most of the studio space for the actors and crammed the entire tech into this one room.

"I thought that too when I first met him. But give it time, he's actually a pretty knowledgeable guy. He's been in this business longer than any of us, so he knows what he's doing. That and his condition really give him a different sense of perspective that other people wouldn't notice." He said. Though one word stood out to me. 'Condition.' Sal sat down at one of the desks, typing in a password and opening up to his home screen. "What do you mean by condition? You mean like a medical thing?" I noticed Sal's tail go rigid and his fingers pause on the keyboard. "Uh," he stammered. "Just forget I said that, it's nothing. However, THIS..." He whirled his finger like a wand and tapped It down on the keyboard, bringing up the live feed from Ogdren's office and Bridgett sitting on the casting couch. I felt my heart rise into my chest, and it nearly crawled out of my throat when I saw Oliver come on screen.

"So your name is Jesse?" He asked, taking a seat on the couch beside her. Jesse looked meek and withdrawn, sitting herself into the corner of the couch. "Y-Yes." She stuttered. Oliver leaned against the other arm of the couch, making a little space between the two of them and putting his other foot up on the couch. With his legs spread, his bulge was all the more pronounced.

"Well Jesse, I'm Oliver, and I'm the talent you're auditioning with today." He pointed to himself as he said it. "I'm gonna let you know right now, that if you want to back out of this at any point, you can. Nobody's going to judge, nobody's going to try and force you to stay. The horse over there will stare at you and make you feel bad, but he does that to literally everybody. Ain't that right, Barry?" He looked at who I assumed was Ogdren off-screen. I didn't recognize the 'Barry' part though.

Sal chimed in, tilting his head back to look up at me. "That's Mr. Ogdren's first name." he mentioned. I figured that Ogdren wasn't the kind of guy that you spoke to on a first name basis unless you were really close, a family member or just really full of yourself. Oliver seemed to fit the latter of the three. So far, he didn't seem like a jerk but he did give off the intense aura of being a giant tool. Jesse fidgeted a little bit and said, "N-no, th-that's okay, I'll d-do it." Oliver raised an eyebrow. "Well, try not to sound too enthusiastic about it. I know it all looks super serious around here, but the goal is still to have some fun. And to help all those lonely people out there have some fun in a more singular sense." He said. So far, I didn't hate him yet, but I certainly didn't want to have to interact with him. He sounded like one of those people who behaves well and acts like a gentleman so he can bask in the admiration. I noticed Jesse crack a small grin, which either made me happy that she was making progress, or upset that... well, she was making progress. "I-I-I know, and m-my boyfriend and I make plenty of v-v-videos, I'm j-just nervous about. Well, y-you." She said. Listening to her talk and actively call me her boyfriend did make me feel a little better, at least for the time being. Oliver sat forward, putting both feet back on the ground.

"Nervous about me? Oh trust me sweetie, you don't have to be nervous about me. You gotta understand that guys are really more like props in this industry. You're the star, I'm just a tool."

I smiled to myself. "You can say that again." I muttered under my breath. I think Sal heard me because he chuckled a little too. Jesse looked like she was starting to warm up a little, sitting up instead of trying to confine herself into the opposing corner of the couch. "W-Well, I g-guess that makes sense." She said. Her stutter was starting to calm down, meaning she really was starting to get more comfortable. And as much as I didn't want to agree with him, Oliver had a point. Guys were hardly the reason why anyone watches porn to begin with, unless it's gay or couples centric. It helped to think of Oliver as just a walking blow-up-doll instead of another guy banging my girlfriend. Though immediately after that line of logic, I remembered that he still was another guy banging my girlfriend.

"Though, I will give you fair warning that as far as tools go, I happen to be a pretty big one." Sal and I both snorted a laugh at the same time. He pointed to the screen and said "You would not believe how often he says things like that." I was laughing, but my smile started to fade when Oliver took out his piece. He stood up, pulling down the waistline of his shorts until his cock sprung out, along with rest of his personal equipment. I like to think I was bigger than he was, but his had a slight curve to it, along with the little spines that all male felines had. Jesse looked shocked at first, which slowly morphed into curiosity. I would've okay had it stopped at that, but she started getting the same look she had when she was playing dick-petting-zoo with Mukanda.

"Wow..." She started, her eyes homing in on it and her fingers wrapping around the air, like she was trying to gauge how it would fit in her fist. Oliver looked pretty pleased himself. And I don't mean at Jesse, I mean he was looking at his own dick and admiring it. And I don't want to skip ahead, but I can tell you that few times I worked with him later on? I'm pretty sure he would do gay porn exclusively with himself if he could. Jesse scooted a little closer on the couch while Oliver took a step closer. "I've n-n-never seen one like yours before. I m-mean, I've seen my boyfriend's and videos of other guy's b-but, n-n-not up close..." She reached out to touch him, running a finger along the bottom of his shaft, letting her fingertip brush against the little spines. For some reason, hearing her call me her boyfriend this time had the opposite effect. I didn't feel reassured. I felt much dirtier than anything else, and not in a fun way. It got worse when Oliver asked "Bigger than your boyfriend's?" Jesse started bringing herself to the edge of the couch, taking a firm grasp of Oliver's length. "A little bit... and he doesn't have these..." she ran her thumb along the spines, giving Oliver a visible shiver. I try not to be a superficial guy, but hearing her say another guy's dick was bigger than mine, even by a little bit, was a bit of a blow. I thought about walking away and not watching the rest, but I was still compelled to ride it out. And by the look of things, so was Jesse.

"If you think you're ready, how about we start with you sucking me off and we'll see where things go. Fair?" Jesse was already climbing down to her knees from the couch. "Yeah..." she said, barely listening to a word Oliver was saying. I won't lie; there was a part of me that was getting aroused. We always watched our videos together and that often led to a second round afterward, so watching her on camera was already a trigger for my libido to start pumping. But at the same time I was trying to restrict myself. I shouldn't allow myself to enjoy this in any capacity because that was my girl in there. This left me a really confused, uncomfortable, half-mast boner.

Sal looked back up to me while he motioned his hand over the mouse. "I can close out of this if you want. You're not required to watch if it's gonna feel weird for you." He said. I didn't answer right away. I had my trained on the screen, and Jesse starting to tease the end of Oliver's cock with her tongue. I didn't want to keep watching but at the same time I felt like I couldn't turn away. She was going through with it. Even though this guy was a complete stranger, she was going to do it because she must have thought we could really pull this off. Or at least that was the mindset I was gearing towards. And if I decided to turn away and stop watching, then that meant that I didn't believe we could pull it off. If I couldn't handle this, how was I going to handle it in the future? It'd be hard, but I had quiet my inner-boyfriend and power through watching the rest, to prove to myself that I could accept the idea.

"No, you can keep it going." I said. I looked around for a chair and dragged one of the rolling chairs over to Sal's computer. "I can handle it." I added, and took a sat down next to Sal. On screen, Jesse had Oliver's length about halfway into her mouth, gently stroking the shaft and bobbing her head in rhythm. Every few seconds she would pull away to suck on one of Oliver's balls while rubbing the head with her thumb.

"Damn, you're actually pretty good at this. And sure, I say that pretty often, but trust me when I say I mean it right now." Oliver said. Despite my refreshed attitude, I still thought he was kind of a douche. But I could hear the breathy undertone to his voice that showed he wasn't lying. Jesse gave Oliver one long drag of her tongue on the underside, digging her tongue into the tip as she came off of the head. She looked pleased with herself.

"Y-yeah, I r-r-really like giving blowjobs." She said, getting a firm grasp of Oliver's length and stroking it back and forth. "Can you deep throat?" he asked. Jesse didn't say anything, but giggled in response. She brought her mouth back to Oliver's length and slowly started take in more and more of Oliver, bringing her hands to his hips and bracing herself. Oliver took a sharp inhale like he wanted to say something, but all that came out was a soft "Oh..." He closed his eyes, his mouth hanging open and his hand resting on Jesse's head. The two of them started a moderate momentum where both pushed forward against each other. Interestingly enough, Jesse was the one to speed things up, gripping Oliver's hips and forcefully pulling him forward as she took him in.

Oliver gave a sudden grunt, cracking an eye open and saying "Whoa whoa, okay, slow it down, you're gonna set me off too early." He said, trying to hold Jesse in place. Which proved easier said than done, because Jesse apparently didn't want to stop. She added her fist to equation, grabbing the base of the shaft and using a combination of her mouth, her hand and the saliva as lubrication. Oliver actually looked stressed and finally said "Okay, Stop, stop!" and tried to pull away. As he slid out of Jesse's mouth, she took a large gasp of air, saliva dripping from her mouth. She looked panicked at first, but lightened back up when Oliver said "Holy shit, I really wasn't kidding. Just another second or two more and I weren't going to hold it. Then we'd have to get another guy in here to finish the audition."

Jesse was flushed with lust, sitting back on her knees and wiping off her mouth. "You could bring in another guy right now if you wanted." She said, perfectly clean and without a single stutter. This would carry over into her life in the future, where in reality? She couldn't control it. But when she was performing, she'd have it completely in control. It almost made it easier to watch because she sounded like a different person. But it was also harder to watch for the exact same reason. She'd kept her stutter in all of the videos we'd made together. Oliver looked off screen, smiling and pointing to Jesse. "Can we just hire her now? I'm telling you, you can't fake this kind of enthusiasm." He looked back to Jesse. "You're boyfriend is ridiculously lucky with a mouth like that." he said. Jesse bit her lip, shrugging her shoulders up and wearing a dazed expression. "Well, he doesn't really like blowjobs all that much. I've never even tried to deep throat till now." she said. And she wasn't wrong; I really wasn't much for blowjobs. It's not that I don't like them. I just don't really get off from them. It's too wet, too slippery. There's not always enough traction and I'm pretty sure her mouth would get tired if I asked her to keep her lips as tight as vacuum hose on my dick.

Oliver threw his hands up, turning to face Ogdren off screen. "First time!" he said. "First time, never ever tried to do that before, and she's a natural. Just give her pull out the contract papers right now." Ogdren said something that was too muffled to hear, and Oliver turned back towards Jesse. "Allright, we've established the skill. Now we to see some a little fur here. Would you mind getting undressed for me?" Jesse stood up, wearing a broad smile on her face. "Not at all." she said.

Jesse stood nearly naked in the room, just wearing a light blue thong with a heart on the front. Oliver was on his knees behind her, groping at her ass and giving the occasional bite. Jesse hadn't stopped smiling. She was bathing in the adoration. She crossed her arms behind her head, leaving her entire body exposed and open to touch.

"Fuck, this ass, girl. This ASS." He gave her a hard spank that made her squeak. "I just want to claw into this right now, just go totally primal on it." He grabbed her cheek hard, using it to pull her back and turn her around. "And this," he started, reaching in a finger to pull her thong aside and show her pussy, pink and with a wet sheen on the lips. "THIS, I just. Mm." He didn't hesitate to bring his mouth in, holding her open so he could get a hard drag of his tongue against her clit. Jesse moaned out in pleasure, and Oliver took it as a sign to keep going. Every motion of his tongue set her off like a siren. She reached down to grip the back of his head, pushing him further and digging in her fingertips.

When Oliver pulled back, he started petting her clit with his first two fingers, looking up at her and asking "So your boyfriend doesn't like blowjobs all that much. I think he's missing out, but to each man his own. But he must love that perfect, little round ass and pretty little bit here." The statement made my ears twitch back. As soon as I started to feel okay with this audition, he'd always ask about 'her boyfriend' like I was just some schmuck who didn't know what was going on. The irony being that I'd start saying things like that all the time. Jesse started to tease Oliver's ear, taking a few deep breaths before she answered.

"Oh yeah, he loves it. Do you love it too?" she asked. Oliver started using a combination of fingering and pressing his thumb to her clit, making every other breath she took turn into a soft moan. "Oh I think I do." he said. He pulled back his hand and started pulling down the blue thong. "And after that little demonstration a few minutes ago, I've got a cork I'm eager to pop. Tell me, what's your favorite place for a guy to cum?" As he stood up, Jesse stepped out of her panties lying on the floor and was facing the couch. Oliver was right behind her, bring herh ands up to her breasts and tweeking her nipples while she grabbed his cock below.

"Well, I always tell my boyfriend to cum inside me. But I don't I don't know if I should let you do that since I just met you." she said. Though there was hardly any real hesitance in her voice. She started moving towards the couch, taking a seat and spreading her legs wide. Her tail came between her thighs and gently rubbed against her pussy while lightly groped at her chest. Oliver raised an eyebrow. "Well you seemed pretty content earlier to have it in your mouth." he said. Jesse started to nibble on her index finger.

"Well, the thing is. I really like it. Especially when I can feel it really deep and..." She eyed Oliver's length. "You could probably get really deep. But you'd have to promise me something." she said. Oliver raised an eyebrow. "And what's that?" he asked. Jesse lied back, bringing her knees to her chest, her eyes just barely peeking out from behind them. "You have to promise you'll give me every last drop you can spill."

"Ahem." I realized that in the middle of that portion, our waitress had come back to the table. Bridgett had the biggest grin on her face while the waitress looked embarrassed. I just felt like a complete idiot for not noticing she was there while I talked about watching my girlfriend get nailed by another guy.

"Your bill, sir." She said, setting the little folder down on the table with a receipt inside. I watched her set it down, but I still felt like I couldn't move or break eye contact. Which probably only made the situation worse. "Uh..." I said, still trying to find words. The waitress broke into a nervous laugh and said "It's um... It's okay, I didn't hear anything." Before I could say anything else, she turned on her heel and walked away. It was a unpleasant feeling to say the least. I threw a glare at Bridgett and asked "How long was she standing there?" Bridgett made her best fake-thinking expression, scratching her chin and saying "Probably around 'I always tell my boyfriend to cum inside me.' Though I think she was enjoying it."

I felt my forehead hit the table. "Why didn't you stop me?" I asked. Bridgett sat back in her chair with hands folded on the table. "Hey, it was getting pretty hot and you were on a roll. This wouldn't be a problem if you didn't tell your stories with such intimate details. You could just say they fucked and be done with it." I brought my head back up. I gave her a flat stare while I stood up to get my wallet out of my pocket. "But then my story wouldn't be any fun to tell, would it? Though if we want to, we could leave and go-"

I was going to suggest leaving and going somewhere more private, but she cut me off with a somewhat loud "NO." What was funny about it was that suddenly everyone on the patio looked over. It was funny because somehow that caught their attention but not me giving highly intimate, inappropriate details of my sex life in a public setting. I sat back down, hesitating slightly because of her outburst. She started scanning through all the eyes that were on her and said "I mean, what I meant to say was NO, allow ME to get the bill." she reached for the little folder and pulled up her purse. She looked back up to see that nobody was watching her anymore. I tilted my ears back, furrowing my brow and looking for some kind of visual clue of what that was all about.

"Allright, now that was odd. And you've been having a few odd moments since I got here. AND it's not just a little anxiety about me. Is there something I should know?" Bridgett didn't appreciate being grilled like that, but she didn't lie to me either. Sort of. "Okay, yes. I've been a little nervous because I invited a friend. They're just running late and I don't want to leave before they get here."

I sighed in relief. "That's all? You could've just told me that from the start. Who is it?" Bridgett's anxiety was still up, but as she pulled out her bank card to fit in the folder, she said "Just a close friend I know. I mentioned you, and they're just curious to meet you is all." She set the folder off to the side and focused her attention back on me. "They should be here soon, so until then, you can keep going." She still seemed a little edgy, but I figured I could understand that. She was cool with being around me, but being around me and someone who knew her little secret would the apex of awkwardness. "Okay, so where was I then? Oh yeah, we're at the end of Jesse's audition."

I was waiting outside of Ogdren's office with Sal. Jesse's audition had finished and it was close to being by turn when Ogdren was ready. I ran through the last few minutes of Jesse's audition in my mind, seeing writhing in pleasure beneath Oliver, begging for more, crying out wrapping her legs around his body. I had a mental freeze-frame of Jesse in the exact moment where Oliver had cum inside her, and her face showed her in the purest kind of ecstasy that I'd never seen on her before. I poured through all the videos stored away in my head, and in everything we'd ever done together, she'd never behaved quite that way. She'd never spoken so clearly, she'd never taken so much initiative. I know we had fun together, I know it. But seeing her like this started to change my perspective.

Suddenly Oliver popped out of the door, still talking to Ogdren as he stepped out. "You hire that girl! You hire her NOW, she's perfect Barry, and you so know that she's perfect." He closed the door behind him noticed me standing in the hall. I felt an insatiable urge to punch him the jaw but restrained myself. "Hey! Boyfriend!" It bugged me that even outside of the audition that was his name for me. He put his hand on my shoulder and I had to restrain both my fist, and my foot which had a flawless arc to swing right into his balls.

"Hey, I gotta tell you, that girl of yours?" He did a fake Italian kiss to the air motion, like a cartoon chef. "Amazing, and I mean that. She's gonna go far in this business, and I swear I will strike outside the studio if she isn't hired by the end of the day." I wanted to hit him in the face with every part of my body that was capable of forward movement, but I tried to keep it calm. "Where is she now?" I asked. Oliver patted me brought his arm back, then pointed towards the dressing rooms. "Don't worry she's just getting cleaned up in the showers right now. She really needed to because, it got pretty messy in there, know what I'm sayin'?" he said. Nowadays, I actually regret not clocking him in the jaw. I also regretted it every other time I met him after that. It's like some kind of invisible barrier that keeps you from directly hitting him.

"And you're auditioning too, right? That's great, I hope you pass. Though word to the wise, auditioning for you is gonna be a little different. The girls just need to look sexy for the camera and have some fun. They're the stars, but us? We're more like props." I started to relax, resting up against the wall and folding my arms. "Would you say that we're almost like tools?" I asked. Oliver snapped his fingers and pointed like I'd just won the million dollar question. "Exactly! You totally get it!" he said. I smiled to myself and said "And so you're a tool too. Probably one of the biggest tools here, am I right?" I asked. Oliver gave me the most genuine smile, as if he'd been on this long journey and finally found someone with his sense of enlightenment. "You two are going to fit in so well here." He said. I swear, he looked like he almost wanted to cry. "I gotta run, but hey. Good luck in there. Just keep your cool, don't let Ailee screw with your head too much and do whatever Barry tells you to do." He said. I wanted to ask him a few more questions, but he took off past me in the opposite direction. Once he was gone, I also noticed that Sal was gone too, leaving me alone in the hall.

My head was one giant slosh of feelings that I couldn't quite sort out. I wasn't even sure what I should be mad, or upset, or sad or happy about. All the questions were mixing up, words getting jumbled and answers just blipping in and out of existence. I wanted to see Jesse but I didn't know how I would react now, or how she would react. I felt like we couldn't just stop it now and go home because that wouldn't be fair if only one of us had gone through with it. I wanted to go back to the start of the day and just drop the whole plan. But most of all, I just wanted to stop thinking. I wanted to stop trying to analyze all of this and drop it.

The door to Ogdren's office opened up again, this time with Ogdren himself. He looked even taller than he did behind the desk, but also a little less imposing. Taking in the little details, he looked old, and tired. He had bags under his eyes and clothes were plain. It was just a grey t-shirt and some old, dark jeans. If you were hold up your thumb and block out his head, his body looked plenty fit and healthy. But look at the whole picture again and there was this illusion that everything was sagging. He looked both ways down the hall, ignoring me at first. Eventually he looked to me and asked "Did Sal leave?" he asked. I looked both ways myself and shook my head. "I don't where he went. One second he was here and the next he'd disappeared." I said. Ogrden looked a little annoyed but it didn't stick for long. "Allright, come on in."

I stood in front of Ogdren's desk while he flipped through a few pages of handwritten notes on his desk. I noticed Jesse's name in there, along with several others I didn't recognize. The Ogdren looked to me, checking me over. "Tilt your head a little bit." He asked. I didn't know why, but I did what I was asked. He reached over and without touching me, traced the length of my ears, then came back down to my jawline. He wrote something down and then came back to me. "Before we start with you, I want to make a few things clear." He said. He held up a finger. "First of all, I see about a dozen guys a week thinking that just because they have a dick that means they can do this and that'll be easy. That it's a dream job where they just have sex all day." He gave me a familiar, stern glare, his arms folded behind his back. "I usually have these chuckleheads thrown out of my office before they even sit down. So that should clue you in to why you're still here." he said. I wasn't sure how to react, but given the context I assumed it was positive, and even if his voice didn't reflect it.

"I think you're smart enough to know there's more to it than that. Sure, at the end of the day? It's still about having some fun and producing some quality adult entertainment. But it's more than just people having sex on camera. There's a certain artistic element to it, one that requires a team of people to make it work. The two or three or four or twelve people on screen are just one part of it. Do you understand?" he asked. I nodded and said "Yeah." I wanted to add more, but Ogdren held up his hand to stop me. "Don't talk. Just listen. One of biggest reasons I have to replace the men on my team is because they start developing an ego. Hell, the girls do it too. You need to understand that the world does not revolve around you. You don't get to hold up the sound mixers, the camera crew or the make-up artists just because you wanted to grab a frappuccino before work. Work starts when I say it starts. Not when you decide to show up. Understand?"

I nodded. I said "Yes." and left it at that. Ogdren nodded back, which I assumed was a good thing. "All right good. Now that you understand that, we should talk about personal relationships. Which you've already got yourself into before you even got here." He sat down at his desk and picked up his notepad. I felt my heart rise into my chest again. I wasn't sure I wanted to know what he meant by that. He set the pad down and gave me a hard look. "More than likely you two are gonna break up by the end of the day."

I felt like I'd just been shot. But I felt like I'd been shot with a gun I already knew was there. I didn't say anything back to him since I figured that wasn't the end of it. Ogdren waited for a second to see if I would speak, and then continued. "Whether or not you two have jobs here after that, is entirely up to you." he said. "Personal relationships are hard in this industry. It's not impossible, but it's still damned hard. Sex and emotions run perpendicular to one another. There's always a point where they intersect, and not in a clean way. More often than not, it turns into a jumbled, incoherent mess that you'll never fully untangle. If the both of you are serious about this, then I strongly advise to re-evaluate your priorities. I can't stop you if you want to try to keep it going. But I won't hesitate to fire you if I think you're not affecting your work, nor am I going to lose any sleep over it. Understood?"

I didn't move. I didn't even speak. I just stood there. He was right. Jesse and I were going to have to talk about this. And more than likely, it wasn't going to turn out well. There was a knot in my stomach that told me it wasn't going to end well, and from the moment we started this audition, it was too late to ever go back. When I didn't answer, Ogdren didn't try to belittle me for it. He simply said "It's okay. That's not an easy topic to think about. You're still handling it better some other people I've worked with." My view of Ogdren really changed at that point in time. He may be strict, and he may come across as harsh and direct. But he wasn't without compassion. It made me think about what would've happened in his life to bring him to this line of work. But as I was pondering the possibilities, the door opened behind me. Ailee stepped into the room, waving to Ogdren.

"Hey Barry, I'm still auditioning with the new guy, right? Sal never came to fetch me." She said. Ogdren sneered and stood up to pull a phone out of his pocket. "Where the hell is that lizard?" he growled, looking for his number on the phone. He tapped the selection to call him and waiting for him to pick up. Ailee put her hands on her hips and I just tried to stand there and not say anything. Though I did look over my shoulder, and almost at exactly that moment, she winked at me stuck her tongue out. It was pierced with a shiny, round stud. I want to say I think she was psychic, but I think she just knew I'd eventually turn my head to look at her again. Though both of us stood dead still when Ogdren got a hold of Sal.

"SAL! Where the hell are you?" He asked. Neither of us could hear the response, but he followed with "Well it's too late NOW. I got both of them in here ready to go, no thanks to you." Ailee and I shared a glance and she still took the opportunity to tug her shorts down a little bit. I'd eventually learn that it was almost nearly impossible to look at Ailee and not catch her doing something to divert your eyes to her body.

"Filming starts up again on the kitchen scene in 45 minutes, so wrap up whatever is so important that you had to leave in the middle of auditions and get to that set, NOW." He mashed his thumb on the 'end call' selection and put his phone away. "Damn kid. We're a little bit behind schedule today, so we're going to jump right into it," he said. Ailee sauntered further into the room, slamming the door and throwing herself onto the couch. "No qualms about that here, boss." she said. Ogdren flipped open to a fresh sheet of paper on his pad and clicked a pen. "I'm gonna be looking for a few things from you. We'll need to test your endurance, your creativity and finally? Self control." He tapped each topic on his pad. "I can't hire someone who pops after three minutes and I'm not going to wait for you to get handle on it."

I felt pretty good about three of those, but it did strike me that endurance and self control sounded like the same thing. "Aren't the first and the last one the same thing? It's about how long I can last, right?" Ailee was the one to answer that question, sitting up on the couch with one knee to her chest and the other hanging off. "Endurance how long you can go, physically. When you're just banging it out, you go as long as you need to. But when you've got a while afternoon of shooting the same position or two, you're gonna get tired." She said. Ogdren nodded in agreement and added "You're gonna be lifting, pushing, thrusting and shoving for several hours a day. You have to be fit."

Ailee made a motion with her hand, calling me over to the couch. I followed, and she reached up to feel along the trunk of my body. "Especially in your core muscles which feel all right on you, but there's room to improve." She stood up, touching and feeling along my body, which I guess would've been hot if she didn't seem so calculating about it. She started feeling along my inner thigh and said "Why don't you go ahead and take all this off." She tugged at the leg of my pants. "I can't be incredibly judgmental about your body if you're still clothed."

I was hesitant at first, mostly because Ogdren was right there watching me. I started to wonder how Jesse was able to completely ignore his presence in the room. But on the other hand, probably hundreds of people on the internet had seen my dick already, so what was two more? Two more that'd probably work with guys who look way better with bigger dicks and far more qualified? I'd started pulling off my shirt when I couldn't help pausing for a second. I couldn't see with my shirt over my head, but I heard someone snap their fingers. The short laugh that followed sounded like Ailee's. "You thought about it, didn't you? Every guy does that when they audition." I pulled the shirt off and saw her standing right in front of me. Or rather, her breasts were right in front of me. She herself was slightly taller.

"Excuse me?" I asked. Ailee wore a wry grin and said "You hesitated. You thought about all the other guys, with their handsome, manly bodies and big, thick cocks. And you got worried for a split second, that you wouldn't be able to stack up. Am I right?" I dropped eye contact, looking down at myself. She wasn't incorrect. I'd never really looked at myself that critically until now. I always thought I looked fine in my videos, but fine enough to match a professional? Maybe not. Ailee's smile grew every second I didn't answer, so I decided to just be up front about it.

"Well I did meet Mukanda today. It's a little hard to feel manly in your Prius when a monster truck just passed you." I said. Ailee snorted another laugh and touched her fingertip to her forehead. "Okay, I'll give you that. But he's a special case. What I was gonna tell you is that you really should compare yourself too hard. Most of the guys here are relatively normal. As long as you're not mentally insane with a micro-dick, you don't have that much to worry about." She said. It felt... sort of reassuring, but I still had my reservations. I unbuttoned my pants, but I guess I went too slowly for her. Because Ailee rolled her eyes and sighed, taking a knee in front of me and starting to undo the zipper herself. I tried to do it myself but she swatted my hand away.

"Nah-nah, let me. This will be a long audition if you keep thinking about it. So just let me shift your mindset a little." She got the zipper down and pulled my drawers to my knees before letting them fall naturally. I didn't quite have an erection yet but it was starting to get there. It was enough to make a bulge in the front of my boxers. Ailee reached up to grab me, getting a handful of my equipment while she felt along my leg with her free hand. She studied it a little bit, occasionally turning her head to look around my hips. She reached around to give my ass a hard squeeze, really digging her fingertips in. It was enough to make me jump.

"Good, good, I like what I'm seeing so far. You're nice and firm in the back, not too much extra baggage on your thighs. Let's do a little further investigating." She said, starting to pull at the waistline of my boxers. My erection was starting to form a little more now, throbbing against the fabric. She pulled down slowly, on purpose I imagine. She flicked her gaze up to mine and narrowed her eyes, sticking out her tongue and showing off her stud again. It had a bright silver sheen, and suddenly all I could think about was what it would feel like against my dick. It had to have been part of her strategy to get me more comfortable, because I'd gotten hard enough to tent to fabric. It was like I'd set off a flare gun telling her she could pull them down now.

One the waistline came down, I felt myself spring from the elastic, touching cool air and then Ailee's fist. She kept a hard grip on me with one hand while the other was beneath, gently handling my balls in her palm. "You really shouldn't have been that worried." she said, with a little more calm reassurance. The fact that she appeared to approve made me a little harder between her fingers. She felt my throb and gave me a squeeze back, looking up at me with a pleased expression. "You're certainly above average. It's not the most impressive I've ever seen, but don't take that the wrong way. I'm not about to butter you up and say it's the biggest thing I've ever seen, that's what the cock-worship videos are for." She said. She let me go and brushed her palm along the underside and thumbed the head, right about where the shaft and ridge meet. "But it's certainly nice. It's meaty and it's got some girth to it. You're lacking some curve but I think the bulk makes up for that." she added. I think at that moment, she unlocked a new minor fetish me: Girls positively reviewing my penis as if they were admiring modern art. She kept to her knees and reached down the bottom of her shirt. "There's no real perfect dick. It's kind of like boobs. There's no real perfect set." she pulled off her top in one fluid motion, letting her breasts free from their confines. I know I said they were large, but they looked even more-so now that they weren't being held back. I also noted the studded nipple piercings she had on both. She dropped the shirt and brought her hands up to her chest, grabbing two handfuls of herself.

"What do you think when you look at these, hm? I checked out a couple of your amateur videos and your girl doesn't seem to be packing much in that area. Which set do you like better?" She asked me. I felt my mouth hang open but I couldn't form an answer. It felt rude to say Jesse but it felt awful to say Ailee. But thankfully she wasn't expecting an answer right away. She stood up, putting her guns right in my line of sight. "Of course you can't decide without feeling them too. Go ahead." She held her arms out her sides, pointing her hands inward. "And I want to hear what you think." She said. I felt that somewhere in my mind, I had an inner 14 year old who's head was exploding. I brought one hand to her hip and the other to her breast. It wasn't that much different than handling Jesse's, but they were bigger. There was more surface area, more weight, more heft. I suddenly felt the urge to just grope and attack, start squeezing and biting like they were toys for me. Ailee must have known, or just expected that I'd feel that way. "No, no, no. You don't have to be so ginger with me. People are paying to see people FUCK, not pet each other. Here," She said, turning her back to me. "Get 'em from behind, and really dig in this time." She pressed against me, hard enough so my cock was rubbing against the denim of her shorts. I tried not to hesitate again, bringing my hands to her front and taking her both hands. And when I say 'take' I mean take. I followed her advice and started to grope and squeeze as much as I wanted, clenching and releasing and clenching again. Ailee had her eyes closed. She reached behind to reclaim a firm grasp of my cock while she slid the other hand along the seam of her shorts.

"There you go, that's a good boy." She said, sounding breathy and with just a slightly rising hint of arousal. "What do you think? Give a little critique and show your work." She said, digging her thumb a little harder onto the base of my shaft. My thought process had been slowly shifting, my logic processing going from my brain to my libido, exclusively. I started to pinch her nipples lightly and tug, fiddling with the studs. I heard a mild groan come from her throat, one that you probably wouldn't hear unless you were close.

"Well," I said. "They're really big..." I was having a hard time saying anything, given the way her hand kept stroking along my length. "And?" She asked, expectantly. I took a hard swallow and a deep breath. "They feel heavy, sort of rounded shape with nice slope to them on the top. The last pair I'd handed were more teardrop shaped, came out to the side a little more." I said. I traced my finger around her nipple, radiating outward. "Your areolas are little wider and the nipples are slightly more pronounced. Though I assume that's because of these." I gave both nipples a pinch, feeling the little bit of metal going through them. I heard a whimper just barely escape Ailee's mouth, but she kept her lips shut.

"Good, good. If you're working in this industry, everybody needs to have some good observational skills. Now I want to show you one more thing." She gently took my hands off of her chest and led me over to the couch, motioning for me to sit down. I sat back on the couch, hearing the leather squeal as I settled into it. Ailee got to her knees, bringing her arms close and pushing her breasts together, making a tight looking cleavage. "Now, one more lesson about this. It's just all the visual, but also in how you use it. These girls can do something I'm guessing your girl can't quite pull off, no offense." She got close, bringing her mouth down to the head. "But first, I should get this guy a little lubed up." She put her lips on the head, licking and swirling around the head. She'd open her mouth again and give me a long drag of her tongue up the base of my shaft, and then sink me into her mouth again, a little deeper each time. Her tongue-stud added an entirely new factor I'd never felt before. Just that one, hard, round stud made a world of difference, mixing two different sensations at once. I set my hand on her head, wanting her to bob her head harder, wanting shove up as she was coming down, wanting to grip the fur behind her head and control her. Not she would have minded all that, but I knew Ogdren was watching. I had to make this last, as painful as it was to resist the desire to cum too soon. She brought her head back up, a string of saliva hanging between the tip of her tongue and the head of my cock. Then she wrapped her breasts around me, holding them tight together and pressing my length between them. The head just barely appeared at the top of her cleavage, and disappeared as she started move her breasts up and down my shaft. She kept her eyes trained on me while I kept mine on her chest. This was entirely new to me. Jesse and I had tried before, but she usually had to supplement with her hands, and usually on her back with me on top. But Ailee was doing it entirely with her breasts and on her knees, no less. I had to steel my resolve a bit to keep from enjoying it too much. I couldn't cum yet and I couldn't tell her to slow down either. I thought that would show just as much weakness.

Ailee started to slow it down, but started teasing me in a soft voice, just above a whisper. "Between you and me, this is my favorite thing to do. When I have a guy locked in, give him a little lick when I can. And then when he can't hold it anymore, he erupts between my tits. It's even better if he's got enough to shoot it right into my face. It's like I have a front row seat to watching a tasty, healthy cock explode." I shot out a hand to stop her in place, holding her hand down and trying to catch my breath. I realized I was holding it while I was listening to her talk.

"Okay, I know it's probably gonna dock me some points, but if you kept that up, I was about to give you what you wanted." Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Ogdren give an approving nod. I heard him say "No, that's good. Know your limits. If we were shooting, I'd rather you stop and take a breather instead of firing off and be useless for the rest of the shoot." Ailee smiled and winked at me, starting to pull back. "I'm actually kinda sad that you stopped me. I would've liked to see your output. But, good on you for keeping together." She said, standing back to her feet again. "Because you're gonna need your stamina for this next part." She started undoing the button to her shorts and I was almost certain I was going to burst right then and there. I know it was covering very little and you could make out every detail as it was, but something about the anticipation got to me. If she could do THAT just second ago, what was about to happen now?

"So we talked about my tits a little bit, what they're good for and you got a new experience out of it from what I saw in your videos. There's at least one other standard technique you never tried. It actually feels weird to call it a 'technique' because I literally do it every other day." She dropped her shorts. It was no surprise that she wasn't wearing any panties underneath. I don't think she would've been able to considering how tight those shorts were. I felt my cock throbbing now that I was seeing her entirely naked. Her body looked incredible, giving me that 'she's way out of my league' sort of feeling. I was still sitting on the couch, while she started to crawl onto the couch, straddling above me. "But first, why don't we get properly introduced, hm?" I looked down to her pussy, just this little black slit on a vast stretch of white. As she started to come down, she grabbed my cock, gently manipulating it, running the head between her lips. She started to come down, swallowing it bit by bit. Her eyes were closed again, nibbling her lip. I was full on biting mine, because for someone who worked in pornography, she was tighter than anything I'd been in before. I even said "You're even tighter than Jesse..." under my breath, and I didn't feel one bit bad about it. Which naturally made me feel terrible, but I wasn't about to register that emotion right now.

Ailee cracked an eye open, saying "What was that you just said?" She had a broad smile on her face. When I think back on it, I'm almost certain that she'd heard me and that she relished the fact that I meant it. She gave a soft sight as she touched base, taking in my whole length and starting to rock her hips back and forth. In between little gasps of air, she continued her lesson. "Now see, your cock feels nice and hardy. It's thick and it makes me feel stretched out. It doesn't quite have the curve to hit the sweet spot every time, but..." She brought her hips all the way up, so only the head of my cock was just barely between her lips, and then brought herself slamming down, hard. We both yelped in pleasure, and she finished by saying "It feels awesome when you use it like a battering ram." She said, keeping herself pressed down now. She started to rub her pubic area, angling her fingers to her clit and starting to rub. "And that's gonna be perfect for what we're gonna do now." she said, starting to pull herself off. For a minute, I lost control of my hands and gripped onto her hips, keeping her pulled down and throbbing inside her. She let out an "Oh!" when I pulled her back down, but I got my resistance back and let her go, though she didn't hop off right away.

"First you stop me, and then you stop yourself. You're nailing the self control but you're just making me sad. I WISH most the actors I worked with had your enthusiasm right now." I felt an ache in my chest when she pulled herself off. I felt like I'd do anything to get back inside her and to start pounding until I had nothing left to put out. But then Ailee turned her back to me, getting down to the floor on her hands and knees. "Your cock should all nice and wet right now, yes?" I sat up, looking down at myself. My shaft was completely slick and soaked in a mixture of her saliva and juices. Then she said "You and your girl always take the high road." She reached back to spread her ass apart, showing me her dripping, black slit pussy and her own asshole. "Try taking the low road for me." She said. When I realized what she meant, I had just a millisecond of panic. I'd never done anal before. I'd wanted anal before. Jesse never asked and I never pressed for it. Though I guessed that maybe I shouldn't complain, all I had to do was stick it in. Ailee was the one who had to take it, though she didn't seem to mind the prospect. I slid off the couch to my knees, putting myself right behind her. I wasn't entirely sure how to start, but I knew it was something that didn't require much instruction.

"If it'll make it easier for you, this is the last thing we're gonna test you on. So please. Feel free to unhinge yourself a little bit." She said. She spread her legs a little more for me, bringing herself closer to the floor and more on level with me. I heard Ogdren chime in with "In fact, I actually encourage you to unhinge. Get vocal if you can. But try to keep it dialed to a medium. Nothing's worse than a video where the guy doesn't shut up." I was still reserved, wondering if this was some other test. But I couldn't deny that I was desperate to get off now, and I figured I might as well see what the big deal was.

Ailee brought herself to her elbows, keeping her rear up in the air in front of me. Holding her cheeks apart, I started to push myself into her. In a day full of new experiences, this was big musical finale. Because as tight as she was on her own, her ass was about 3 times as much. Almost so much that I couldn't get through. Again, I wondered how she could feel this way when she probably worked with a dozen guys over the course of a week. "Fuck..." I whispered, getting myself about halfway in. Ailee looked comfortable as could be, with her head to side and observing me. "What did I say about my tits earlier? Just go for it. People are going to pay to see a busty panda get her ass fucked, and they're gonna wish they were you. So you need to grip it and rip it bat boy, or else you're going back to the minor leagues."

When I look back, I think that was the moment a switch turned on in my brain, one that I'd never be able to turn off again. I pulled myself out just enough so the head was still just barely inside her, and I spit into my hand to give my cock a little more lubrication. (though, pro-tip, use real, legit lubrication. It's a little hygienic.) I rested my hand on the small of her back, and felt something rising in my chest. "So what you're saying is that unless I fuck you in the ass right now, then I'm out of a job. Is that about right?" I said, assertive and dominating. I felt Ailee shiver. Then she said "Uh-yup, that's about the gist of it." she said. I could hear the anticipation in her voice. Her breathing was shallow and her body was tense. Later on, I'd see what she meant about enthusiasm. You think that the girls are the only ones who can be lazy and expect the guy to do all the work? A lazy guy is about 10x as boring to watch, and Ailee had a tendency to get paired with them. Making this dance with the fresh meat all the more fun.

"I just wanted to be clear on that." I said, and then forced myself inside without pause. It was surprisingly easy when I stopped thinking about her as a person, and that this could hurt if I do it wrong, or that this was gross because it was butt. It got easier when I looked at her like a hole to fuck that occasionally begged for more. Somewhere in my mind, I felt like scum for feeling this way. Turning her into an object made for the sole purpose of taking my cock. But even she knew that's what she was. Even she knew that nobody watching us would care about anything other than watching this little slut get what she wants. I can't even remember much other than the raw surge of power I realized that I'd had over her.

"OH my GOD! YES! Oh, you're learning! Go on, give me another, gimme another!" I obliged, quickly pulling back slamming home again, her cries bouncing off the walls of the room. I eventually had her pinned, flat on the floor, watching her dig her fingers into the carpet with one hand and finger herself with the other. Soon, all I could hear was her begging me to cum, demanding that I don't stop for anything. I remember leaning down, grabbing the scruff of her neck and whispering "Did you say you want me to cum in your ass?" She tried to answer, but I'd put my hand over her mouth. Her words were muffled, and as I grabbed hard onto her ass, I whispered in her eat, "Sluts like you don't get to choose."

I felt myself burst. Not just my cock, but my head too. Everything about this day, this audition, watching the girl I thought I loved having sex with another guy and loving it. All my guilt, all my insecurity, all my imaginary scenarios of what life would be like now or what it could've been like, all went off like a firebomb in my skull while I put out more cum than I thought was physically possible of me.

The next thing I remembered was panting for breath, looking at Ailee writhing in front of me and Ogdren sitting in his chair, watching me. I would've been afraid that I'd blown the audition for losing myself, but I could barely feel at that point. I felt numb everywhere. I looked down to Ailee who was trying to catch her breath too. I looked down to see cum dripping from her body in thick globs, and my own cock that felt like a block of wood now. I adjusted my legs and sat back, just staring off into space like I had no intelligence left. There have only been a few other occasions like this, where I've completely lost myself. And every time, I always vow to myself not to do it again because it was always so taxing afterward. But sure enough, you can't always stop a moment from happening.

I looked up to Ogdren, who didn't even have the pad and pen anymore. They were on his desk, and instead, he was getting some papers out of his desk drawer. I didn't know what he was doing. I didn't care. Right then, I just wanted to fall asleep, and wake up in the morning to find that this was all some elaborate dream, and that I'd see Jesse lying next to me. She'd still be asleep, and I'd reach over to hold her hand while we were lying in bed. I was also horribly starving all the sudden.

What followed were Ailee and I pulling ourselves back together, though Ailee beat me to it unsurprisingly. She did have the experience to come out of it sooner. I was still a little hazy and I'd dragged myself up onto the couch, but I could hear her echoing what Oliver said about Jesse. "I like him, Barry. Bring him in or at least just keep him on the list. I already like him more than half the guys we have already." She said. I could still see cum running down her legs, giving some selfish little sense of satisfaction. Ailee caught me staring like she had before and always will, and flashed me a satisfied smile. She came over to me, leaning down to meet eye to eye. "If it was up to me, I'd take you home and keep you in my nightstand. But if I know Barry like I think I do, I think you and I are gonna see a little more of each other." she said. I had enough energy for one last smarmy remark, and said "Lucky me." She gave me a little tease to my ear and turned to head out.

While I was on the couch, my thoughts started to stitch themselves back together. But they were a little clearer now. I didn't feel quite so afraid or insecure now. There were still some things that needed addressing, but at least I felt more like a running creek than a powder keg about to blow. Which to be technical, I did. My first real call back to reality was when I felt something hit me in the face.

"Ow! Shit, what the..." There was a granola bar lying next to me. Ogdren was the only one in the room and it didn't fly over, so I assumed he threw it. "You should eat something, you look like you're about to pass out," he said. I picked up the bar and started unwrapping it. I didn't even look at what kind it was. I would've eaten a stapler if he threw that at me. "Thanks," I said. Ogdren responded with a nod and went back to flipping through more papers. I felt awkward just sitting there in a total wreck, but I didn't have much drive to do anything else. Ogdren came up to me, holding two packets of stapled papers in his hand.

"You did good," he said. I was sure I was supposed to be happy, but I couldn't reflect it at the time. "You took it seriously, you look like your fit enough to do it, and you kept it together. At least until it was time to not keep it together. You and Jesse look like you'd be great additions to the studio." He handed me one of the packets. It was a contract with the studio and it had my name on it. Again, I'm sure I was supposed to register joy, but I just wasn't feeling it yet. "And?" I asked.

Ogdren handed me the other. This one with Jesse's name. "One more thing you have to take care of."

Bridgett's elbows were on the table and her hands in front of her mouth. "So what happened? What did you say to each other?" she asked. I leaned back in my chair and looked up at the sky. After giving some thought to how I'd word it, I came back forward to the table.

"We met in the lobby after everything was finished. When I saw her, I found out Ogdren must have given her the same speech he gave me. She told me she'd realized something that day and so did I. We couldn't keep seeing each other after this, at least not romantically speaking. It would make things too complicated. We couldn't go back to amateur work let alone a relationship because we'd both gotten a taste of something we wanted more of. Neither of us wanted to just walk away as an individual because then all of it would've been for nothing. So we agreed to give each other some space for a while, let us both deal with things our own way and then maybe we'd be friends again later, which we did later down the line after we were both pair up for a shoot. Since then, she's moved to another studio. We still like to meet up sometimes, just for fun and to catch up."

I looked through the table and down to my feet, still feeling a bit down about the topic. But there was one thing that did make me smile again. I looked up to Bridgett. "Y'know, funny thing is that she still keeps the stutter with me." Bridgett wiped a fake tear from her eye. "That's the most beautiful story of infidelity and meaningless sex that I've ever heard." she said. I looked for something to throw at her, but I settled for just giving her a mean look. "Oh shut up, I was just trying to balance out the sex with some drama. If I just sat here and said 'she sucked a dick and butt fucked a girl and then we weren't boyfriend and girlfriend anymore' would the story be as interesting?"

Bridgett started laughing and I couldn't help joining in. "No, I suppose not." She said, checking her phone again. I tried to peek but she kept it too close to her body. "So this friend of yours, what's she like?" I asked. Bridgett froze for a second. Then put her phone away. "I never said it was a girl necessarily." she said, looking a little sheepish. "Wait, so it's a guy?" I asked. "Okay, then what's HE like then? Just a buddy, or...?"

Bridgett suddenly shot up her hand, waving to someone. "Hey! Over here!" I tried to spot whoever she was looking at and noticed a tall, grey jackrabbit coming towards us. He was a clean looking guy with floppy ears, a shirt with a soda brand logo on it and some black jeans. When he came over to us, Bridgett stood up and gave him a hug. And a deep kiss on the lips. "Hey Graham!" She said, to which he replied "Hey babe. This is...?" Bridgett looked over to me, a little uncomfortable but still calm. Meanwhile, I was freaking out internally because two people only behave this way under a certain condition that would make this the absolute overlord of awkward moments in the history of awkward moments.

"Yeah, that's him." Bridgett said. Graham looked like he was giving me a once over and made a 'not bad' kind of expression. "All right, I can jive on that. I was afraid he was gonna be super huge, like a panther or something." I shifted my attention between the two, ready to get up and run if the situation called for it. I mean, it probably didn't considering how casual it started but I was still ready to run regardless. He grabbed a chair from an adjacent table and sat down with us, still giving me odd looks. Bridgett cleared her throat and said "Graham, this is DD. DD, this is my boyfriend, Graham."