“Happy to help,” Samara said with a chuckle and then added, “Another day of the bar, huh?”
“Yup,” Dana replied. “Same kiss. Different angles.”
“Yeah. So, this time, when you shove your tongue downmy throat, make sure to let me breathe, at least, or the close-up won’t look good.”
Dana laughed and said, “Excuse me; I seem to rememberyourtongue going intomymouth.”
“What? That doesn’t sound like something Stella would have initiated.”
“Oh, really? Bryce!”
Bryce was some good twenty steps ahead of them, but she stopped and turned around.
“Yeah?”
“Does Sophie ever shove her tongue down your throat first?”
“What?” Bryce laughed. “Yeah. Why?”
“See?” Dana said to Samara.
“What are you two talking about?” Bryce asked.
“Samara over here doesn’t know her character at all, it seems.”
“Shut up,” Samara said, laughing.
“I’m assuming this is about the close-ups today?” Bryce guessed when they caught up to her.
“Yes,” Dana said.
“Well, whatever you did yesterday, just do that again because it really worked.”
“It did?” Samara asked.
“Oh, yeah. I showed Soph the dailies last night, and she fanned herself.”
“She didnot,” Samara said.
“She did,” Bryce replied. “No lie.”
“So, more of that, then,” Dana said. “Of Samara shoving her tongue down my mouth first.”
“Oh, my God! I didnotdo that,” she argued before she leaned into Dana and looped her arm through hers without a thought as they kept walking.
The next several hours had Samara needing a fan, too, because they shot the same scene from yesterday until lunch, making sure to get all the close-ups they would need before switching to a wider shot in the afternoon, where the camerawould pick up on Bray’s thigh between Stella’s legs and Stella practically begging for her to rock it against her. Samara was ready to beg for that as well, but she figured that might be a little much for her budding friendship with Dana.
“Can you please make me come while we’re both wearing jeans and rubbing against each other? I know there are people watching, but I really need you to give me an orgasm right now.”
That was what she wanted to say, but she kept it to herself.
“Cut! Okay. That’s dinner,” Reed announced. “Let’s get set up for the next one.”
“What are you doing for dinner?” Samara asked Dana, who was still kind of leaning into her.
“My sister is here. She brought me food from our favorite burger place.”
“Oh, nice,” Samara said.
