For some reason knowing she’s subscribed to our content makes me blush, even though I expected many of my colleagues to give in to curiosity about my content. They could have seen partials of our content on several different websites for free.
“Thank you for supporting us,” Trent replies with an easy smile. It seems like our roles are reversed today—he’s fine with talking to someone who’s definitely seen his dick, and I’m flustered about it because I know them.
Connie puts her arm around my shoulders and gives me a firm squeeze. “You’re welcome. Are you joining us for dinner? I thought we were planning the panels at the conference we’re participating in and what presentations we’re attending.”
“We are,” I confirm as Trent shakes his head.
“I’m studying tonight, but I won’t be upset if you bring me back dinner so I don’t have to leave the dorm for anything.”
Connie smacks my arm and releases me from her hug. “I’ll make sure he remembers. What do you like?”
“I know his preferences,” I interrupt, confident that I can order him a dinner he would choose on his own.
Trent shoots me a smile. “He knows what I like.”
Connie glances between us with a look that says she thinks we’re more than friends, and since that’s sort of the point, I grin back and wave us to the door.
“Come on, let’s go before I get hangry,” I urge.
“Better than melonchungry,” Trent teases, reaching into his pocket and handing me a bite size Snickers. “For your mood.”
I snort as I unwrap the candy. “I don’t think I’ve ever been sad-hungry.”
“Thursday night you teared up when the cafeteria ran out of fried okra before you got there,” he points out like the asshole he apparently is.
“Fried okra is worth crying over!” In my defense, I was really looking forward to it, because the cafeteria rarely ever serves it.
Trent pulls me into a side hug. “Of course, eat your snack.”
I roll my eyes but pop the candy bar in my mouth. “Go study,” I urge him, pushing him toward the door.
Laughing, he says goodbye and heads out, leaving me with Connie and our other colleagues—most of the department—and the sweetness of his real love for me melting on my tongue.
He brought me my favorite candy bar.
Chapter 13
Trent
The studiowhere Magnus and I are having our erotic photoshoot is hidden in the basement unit under one of the local adult novelty stores. The store itself is the only one that survived the city ordinance that shoved all those types of stores outside the city limits. This one was grandfathered in somehow, but I suspect it's because it’s in a historical building at the center of downtown, and the store has only had one owner in the last thirty years. Who knows?
Well, Magnus probably does, or he knows how to find out. He’s the type of guy that would get curious enough to do the research.
“Let’s look in the shop after the photo shoot,” he says as I pull open the door to the basement studio and he walks in ahead of me.
“What do you want to look at?” I stopped bothering with sex toys after a few experiments when I was nineteen, so I’m curious what he’s interested in.
“I’ve read that anal plugs can help with stamina, and I want to experience anal play before you finger me for the first time so that I’m not a complete novice on camera. I’m not going to get a big one. Just something small, and I want to look at theirprostate massagers. I want you to introduce one on camera in one of your solo sessions, and then later when we start playing together, I want you to use it on me. I’m going to save using any kind of vibrator until we shoot that scene, and that way my reactions will be genuine for a first time user.”
A woman enters the lobby from a doorway, catching the tail end of Magnus's explanation, and judging by the smirk she’s sporting, she’s not at all surprised by it. I should have waited until we had some privacy to ask. Lesson learned.
I give her a friendly smile. “Sorry about that. I’m Trent and this is Magnus. We booked time with Sasha Woods.”
The woman smiles knowingly. She’s young, maybe a few years older than me. Her face is painted to perfection, but her hair is up in a messy bun, she’s wearing a peasant blouse and a corset matched with harem pants, and when she comes around the desk to shake our hands, she’s wearing a pair of green, over-stuffed dragon slippers.
“I know who you are. I’m Sasha. I looked you two up when Magnus booked me. You’re here for dick pics.” She nods toward a door in the back. “I have the studio set up for you. Magnus already prepaid, and you filled out and signed the consent forms online, so all I need to know is if any of your information has changed, whether you still consent to my taking nude photos of you, and if you want some privacy to undress or if we should all go back together.”
Magnus snorts. “If we were body shy, we wouldn’t be filming our masturbatory sessions and posting them for anyone with a few dollars a month to watch. We’re here for the nude photos, I consent to you taking them, and if we need to sign the consent forms again, we can. You said it wouldn’t be a problem for us to film the session.”
