Two people, who are definitely not actors in the movie, are on the screen. The man is leaned up against a wall, and the woman is on her knees, completely naked, sucking his dick.
“Oh, shit, it happened again,” I laugh.
“Happened again?” She cuts her eyes in my direction. “What do you mean it happened again?”
“Yeah, occasionally something like this will pop up in the middle of a movie on this app. I guess it’s the price you pay for it being free.” I begin to search the couch for the remote, but I don’t see it.
“Something like this? Tanner, this is fucking porn.”
“Well, yeah.” I shrug. “Do you see the remote?”
“No, I gave it to you.”
The camera angle zooms in on the woman’s red lips wrapped around the man’s cock.
“That’s it, baby; suck my fat cock,” the actor on the TV says.
“Oh, my god—turn it off,” Wren squeals.
“I’m trying, but it would help if you looked for the remote.”
She lets out a frustrated huff and starts tossing pillows and blankets onto the floor. “How did you manage to lose the remote?” she shrieks, right as the woman on the screen moans again.
“I didn’t lose the remote; you did.”
“Not true.”
The actors switch positions, so that they’re now fucking, and I pause my search.
“Are you watching it?” she shrieks.
“It’s actually not that bad. I mean, it’s definitely low budget, but I’ve seen worse.”
She lets out another exacerbated breath. “Turn it off!”
I walk over to the TV and search the edge for the power button. “I’m trying, but I can’t find the switch.”
“Four thousand dollar television and you can’t find the power button. Useless. Come help me look.”
“Oh yeah…that’s it…” the woman moans.
I turn and catch Wren watching the TV. “You’re giving me shit, but you’re into it.”
“Am not!”
“You can’t look away!” I laugh.
“Not true.” She flips back around and throws a couch cushion to the floor, causing Dolly to jump down. “I’m over here sweating and looking for the remote, and you’re the one acting like it’s just another normal Monday.”
“It is a normal Monday.”
“There is nothing normal about this.”
The moans and slapping of flesh against flesh start to get louder. “Is it getting louder or is it just me?” I ask. Flipping around, I watch as the volume control bar climbs to seventy.
Another moan.
“It’s definitely getting louder. I must have thrown a cushion on top of it,” she says, frantically moving the cushions spread all over the floor. Dolly lays down, looking upon the chaos unfolding around the living room, completely unbothered.
