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Swiping on Set

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Cleo swipes left until Tinder offers up a familiar face. Who knew these things could go from zero to sexy in all of 24 hours? (We did.)

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I Hook my thumbs into my belt loops andjump a few times willing. These slim fit Kakis to be higher rise than theyrcut. To Be, I'm not sure what I was expecting out of the WardrobeDepartment, given that I'm playing a minimum wage gift shop employee butwalking into my first day of filming and being handed a light, Blue Polo andKacki pants. It's punishing to say the least. Missery loves company, though,and luckily joy is rocking the same uniform even her teeny tiny figure andPerky boobs Camp Magic, this outfit into looking like anything other than aprivate school, uniform fucked, an it guy. I can't believe I'm saying this,but I sort of think we are pulling off. These pollos bless her delusion a little heart forthinking. This looks good. By pulling off, do you mean literally pulling themoff like over our heads and straight into a trash? Can Joy, cocks, her headstraightening her collar in the mirror of our Di wide bathroom turned dressingroom. The visitor center doesn't have a lot of options in terms of rooms withdoors that lock so we're making do with what we have. I don't know, maybethey're like best by employee Sheak, I noed slowly making my fingers into aframe and lining up my imaginary shot with her front and center. Okay, I'mseeing it now girl squad meets Geek squad coming to a runway near you, shesnickers practicing her best supermotel poses in the mirror. As I playPaparatzi with my invisible camera, I love it. Maybe thes shewl will bringthem back in style. Oh my God, please don't put that out into the universe.Two Thousand and six was a dark time for fashion. I turned back to the mirror, lookingover my shoulder to triple check for any signs of visible pantyline. My assdoesn't look bad actually I'd sooner. Let Kaki make a come back than Polos.There's a triple knock on the door and with a unison, an from joy and meHakem's face appears in the doorway. He does a standing impression of thethinker sizing up our messy little makeshift dressing room. So this iswhat a woman's bathroom looks like. We laugh as though he didn't help usset up in here this morning, because Hakame is a sweet, overworked cinnamonrole, who deserves to have his jokes laughed at joy. We're all ready whenyou are Cleo. You've got a good half hour, yet you can go check out thefalls if you want ten, for I give him a little salute, which is something I'veliterally never done before in my life. What is my deal? Are My nerves. Gettingto me. Maybe a little fresh air will clear mymind and if I'm back to being alone, I might as well be alone with a view with joy off to film her scene. I digmy phone out of my purse and shove it...

...into the back pocket of my Khakis. ThenI follow the signs out to the observation. Deck Webflix rented out the whole VisitorCenter for the week. So this place is a ghost town. Apart from the smatteringof cast and crew running around I've got the whole deck entirely to myself,and that view well the front desk. I wasn't kidding when he made that lamejoke about fall and Niagara Falls. You think we were filming for NationalGeographic with all these vibrant autumnal colors and not to be that girl, but this canonly mean prime selfy content for the Graham, as I'm lining up my shot,trying to decide on portrait mode or no portrait mode, my phone buzzes with anotification from Tinder, Oh new match. I guess it's a bit unprofessional to bechecking on potential hookups while on the job. But then again no one isaround. What's the harm, I snap a few picks then open the APP to see thewinning Bachelor I've matched with Devin. Twenty seven Ooz is big, DickEnergy, I'm here for it, or at least I am until I spot his bio fat, girls andliberal snowflakes swipe left. Okay, Devon, you fat, phobic, Fuck. Why d youswipe right on me, then he's probably one of those douchbags who just blindlyfires off right swipes to have his pick of the litter. I immediately unmatchhim with a huff. If this is any indication of the talent pool, I'mworking with things aren't looking up in upstate New York. Maybe I shouldn't have bristled atHellen's offer. After all, once Steven is unmatched tender. Does me the solidserving up yet another bachelor as if to say, hey sorry about that asshole?Why not try PGION FOR SIGE? Well, Nice try tender, but PJ is plagiarizingAskeeey, one thousand nine hundred and seventy five lyric and his bio andfeatures the same doeyed girl in two of his photos assuming she's, not hiscousin or some shit. I don't fuck with cheaters, so he goes to the left. Next is Andre, who calls himself aspiritual, empath and simply cannot be taken seriously as- and I quote-wordsworths rapper son. So that's a now. Suddenly, I'm swiping to my heart'scontent, fully aware that, yes, I'm on a dating APP instead of soaking in anational monument. I better put a cap on this ten swipes. That's what I'illallow myself just ten, then I have to go back inside and prep for my scene. Okay, tender. Take your best shot, I'MNOT LOOKING FOR MISTER WRIGHT! So much as I'm looking for Mr doesn't have anyfish or guns in his pictures, which rules out the next three men who pop upleft left W bummer, but the guy after that is lessdisappointing, he's hot, even and a...

...little familiar. It takes me a secondto place him, but when it clicks, I nearly drop my phone into Niagarafucking falls it's freaking hot elevator, guy or Hot Hotel Bar Guy,depending on which run an you want to label him by beneath. His first picture,which looks more like a workhead shot than a dating APP photo is his nameDean Age, twenty nine less than one mile away my heart thrums in my chest, as I clickopen his profile eagerly scrorling through his chosen pictures each oneless corporate looking than the first one shows him standing next to a few,equally hot guys at a wedding, either laughing or pretending to be laughingfor the picture. Is that a thing guys doe to the next is a low angle, selfiein a pair of sunglasses, which is unfortunately, the only kind of selfyany guy knows how to take next. The Cou de Gra, a shirtless beach, pickshowcasing a killer set of ABBS and a pair of navy blue swim trunks hangingjust low enough on his hips to hint at that. Chiseled v shape that winds me up.Like a God, Damn clock I shamelessly take a screenshot knowing my futureself will be grateful, but, of course, there's one picture left a shot of himat a bar toasting with yet another familiar face that disgusting, drunkAsshole, who was playing his wingman last night. I cringe at the memory of this guyslurring his words calling the artist formerly known as hot elevator guy apussy machine. That shit leaves such a bad taste in my mouth, I'm so over.These overgrown Frat boys who think their Whiskey, Dick, is God's gift towomen, and if that's, the kind of Guy Deanhere associates himself with the odds are pretty high he's not my type, maybe I'm being too judgmental but comeon. This is tender, for Christ's sake, an APP created on the agel fundamentalof judging people off of a first impression, and the impression I gotfrom Dean says he should be a hard swipe to the left. But then again, if this choice was based off hisprofile alone, not our previous runnins he'd be a no brainer obvious swiperight Jesus. Why am I putting so much thoughtinto a stupid tinder match it's a swipe, not a marriage proposal. This guy couldbe the free drink and no strings hook up. I need to keep me from rotting awayin loneliness this week before I cand make up my mind. Irealize I'm no longer alone Evan, looking bored and sucking the soul outof a vatepen has wandered out onto the observation deck. When I catch his eye, he lifts his freehand in a half. Hearted wave then pulls the eusig from his mouth unleashing ahuge bubblegum scented cloud.

Speaking of bad first impressions,here's the King of them, I didn't know you could smoke out hereit's more of a dig than an observation, but he doesn't take the hint not smoking. He wiggles the pen in mydirection. I shake my head. No thanks. I wasn't offering. I was showing you. Iwasn't smoking. My Chin drops to my chest and I give him a look that I canonly describe as unamused librarian looking over her glasses. Only I don't wear glasses and Evandoesn't want to play along. Instead, he takes another long pull on the pen,maintaining eye contact with me the entire time I pocket my phone hiding the evidencethat I'm turning online dating into a life or death situation over here andfocus my attention on the real life non digital boy in front of me, the one wholow key kind of sucks, but that doesn't mean I don't want him to at least kindof like me or just tolerate me. Even it make the whole playing forbidden loversthing. A lot easier. 've Met a hundred guys like him beforehell. I've slept with a few. I know exactly how they work. Have you been toNiagara Falls before not my smoothest conversation pivot, Iadmit, but the key to winning guys like Evan over it's to talk about theirfavorite subject themselves. No, it's my first time pretty dupp,though Huh I nod, leaning over the wall to get a better view of the mist risingoff the river beneath US itd be too easy to make a joke that Niagara Fallscan generate a way better vabe cloud than Evan Kan, but I hold off silentlycongratulating myself on my self restraint. Definitely hard to believe this is thesame state as New York City. Do you live there Livanola? Why am I not surprised jealous? It's my go to answer wheneveranyone mentions living somewhere that skips all the shitty seasons whereabout Becho Park? Where is that he scoffs eyes rolling back into his headand no, I meant right. I comped down on the inside ofmy cheek to keep from calling him out on his bullshit. Maybe Evan isn't likeother guys. I've met before. Maybe he's way worse. What about you sounding board, as ever he tucks theVAT pen into his suit's breast pocket. His character is a blackjack dealer ata casino on the Canadian side of the falls, the much fancier side comparedto the tores trap. That is the American side lucky for him. It means he'sexempt from these unflattering Polos New York. I grew up in Ohio, but Harlemand I are coming up on our nine year anniversary. He pufps up his cheeksbefore letting a lifeless breath slowly...

...leak from his lips Tus. So what's your favorite part about La Open, ended question not possible togive a yes or no response. Ten out of ten ice, Breaker Evan, just lifts ha shoulder fishing,his vapen back out of his pocket, don't know and silence again shit. This is a lostcause. I pull my phone out scrolling back through Dean's photos until I'mgazing into the creamy Brown eyes of his corporate headshot. Again at least our limited conversation wasnatural, unlike this forced torture, I'm enduring at the moment. Yes, he might be a drunken playboy, butat least he'd be a hot drunken playboy and someone to keep me company thisweek without blowing vape smoke in my face. That's it I'm pulling the trigger, as my thumb, slides to the right, thescreem dims and a tiny white box pops up featuring both our profile picturesand a giant green check mark a bubble of excitement forms in my belly. WellI'll, be damned it's a match. Hakem's familiar voice carries acrossthe viewing deck ceing me to power off my phone and put it away in one swiftmotion worktime. I guess I'll have to wait to find out. If my latest tindermatch is Dean, the Dreamy or dean the Dushi Catchyou Lator, I give a quickwave to evin which doubles in purpose as a method of waving off the bubblegumcloud, then trot off towards Hakim. I follow close behind him as we weavethrough crew members and cameramen to the gift shop, where joy is having hermakeup touched up between shots. Now, that's something! I've only seenhappen in movies about movies, never in real life. The director looks my way and juts herchin toward the cash register. You Ready Carmon for a split second, Iconsider the very real possibility that she may be using my character namebecause she doesn't remember my real name, but that's a concern for anothertime, I'm here to work, so I follow the point of her Chin to my spot next tojoy, who gives me the kind of weirdly genuine smile, sorority girls give anew member like I'm joining her in something truly beautiful and action? Oh so we're humming! Now I always hum,and I always hate it someand, the second, the cameras start rolling. Iunderstand why this isn't the feeling I got filmingthe cottage cheese commercial. It's not even the feeling, I've gotten workingon student films or in storefront theater productions. This is a rush andevery time we redo the scene to shoot a new angle or get another take even fora fourth or fifth time. I wait for the...

...rush to die down or just dial back afew notches, but that's the best part. It never does not. Even in theafternoon, when we film The flirty scene between Evan and me, which isshockingly painless, bway he's a good actor I'll, give him that a whole day of shooting speeds by in ablur of takes and retakes and unfortunately, no wardrobe changesunless you count changing out of one blue Polo for another, identical BluePolo without pit stains. I'm still writing the rush of filming.When I return to the bathroom turn dressing room where I pull out my phoneto hunt down my next rush. As my phone boots back to life, I runthrough a silent peptock in my head. The kind I'd normally rely on Ingridfor keep your hopes low, see he might be amindless swiper like that fat, phobic, Duchien matched earlier, or if I misread his friendliness asflirtation yesterday. It wouldn't be the first time, but either way I gotone really valuable thing. Out of this whole experience a screen shot of his ABS that I canmasturbate too later so we're all winners. Here my phone screen fires upwelcoming five hours worth of notifications, snap from ingred a textfrom Hellen double checking that, yes, I will be back next Monday to watchbraby my eyes gloss over them, landing on a Little Red Circle in the corner ofmy tinder rap dreamy and Orduche Dean has messaged me first Becka here from consentual here to talkto you about cliteracy as the only organ in the human body designed onlyfor pleasure. There's a reason we're never shutting up about it and neitherare our friends at Orlena. Their clitsocking vibrator was voted numbertwo most wanted vibrator in two thousand and twenty by Huff Post,that's kind of a big deal, considering how much masturbating we all did in twothousand and twenty, and if tol curling orl at the press of a button isn'tenough of a draw buying from Orlena also means you'll be supporting anentirely women run. Minority operation use the Code Hook up at checkout forten percent off any product on their site, plus you'll be supportingconsensual. Every time you get off nice, that's code hook up for ten percent offat Orl, Ena dotnet, hey guys. It's Backa here fromconsensual, cockblocking ore, regular romance programming with a quickmessage from our friends at early to bed, whether Youre, boodup or totallysingle, I'm just saying you deserve a new vibrator any and every sex toilyou'd ever want. You can find it at early to bed quit giving Jeff Basosyour money and support this queer friendly woman owned Chicago based sackshop that has guaranteed the world better Saxonce, two thousand and onethat twenty years of Orgasms, with an extensive collection of curated toys tochoose from this feminise SEC shop, aims to be accessible to adults of allgenders orientations, experience,...

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...but yeah I like her. She pushes awayfrom the edge of the pool stretching her arms over her head. Until I swear,I hear something in her back pop. She sighs and looks at me with her facescrewed up an anknowing smile for you. This is gushing my mind, snaps to the other night atthe hotel bar. Maybe Monica is right from the fewinteractions we've had so far. I've learned that a CLEO is confident B Cleois sexy as hell and see. CLE was just I don't know different the kind of different I want to take todinner and learn meaningful information about the kind of different that gets underyour skin and stays there long after. It's gone the kind of difference that always hasme this close to feeling like an idiot. Every brief moment. I've had with therehas been a rush, and I can only imagine how mind blowingshe'd be in the sack and I've done my fair share of imagining, but I saw the look on her face when todcrashed our conversation. I have to see her again, which means I've got tosavage what I can of this relationship. To do that, I have to use the onlyresource available to me. Tender Chat. I've already got the ball rolling withhe smooth opener. Please tell me: You got chicken criedrice, simple to the point, a call back to the bar. It's my best attempt atmaking the transition from guy she's seen around the hotel to guy she thinksis cool and funny and definitely wants to fuck and based on her response, and I thinkI'm on the right track. I'm more of a Lomain girl, myself, Lofe,a good nud. I read the exchange to Monica and she stares at me. blankly,that's it! What do you mean? I mean it's a start, but dean come on. I crossmy arms, I didn't realize I was speaking with the tenderchat police.She narrows her eyes and points to her belly. How do you think I got this Bun in thisoven? I don't know you've been married for five years four years and eightmonths it takes work to keep a spark alive. You know believe it or not. Thisbaby was not on purpose fine. What do you think, I should say local harbingerof love and sex related wisdom. She scoffs in exasperation just keep asking her about herself,show her you're interested O, there's nothing worse than a selfabsorbedAssole, who won't let you get a single word in, don't be an asshole greatthanks for the tip. She rolls her eyes. Try are the neeeds. What brought you toNiagara I sigh and type out, Monica's suggestion I hid, send and wait for those threelittle dots to appear. Did you send it?...

Monica's voice is a little too loud,she's floating on her back now her ears. Just under the surface, I give her athumbs up. Why did she say nothing yet? I like this girl doesn't want to seemthirsty. I lock the screen just as the phone paiys and I quickly unlock it tobiew the message she said yes and a week of filming for a show. I justlanded I'm guessing you're here for the mysterious conference O. that's a goodsign, she's interested in you, too tell her about the thirty. Under thirty CLOand I go back and forth for a few minutes, she explains what her show isabout, and I tell her about the panel- it's pretty standard stuff, but there'ssome kind of energy underlying our conversation that I can't quite namewhatever it is. I like it how about a do over at the hotel bartonight att seven, I hit send and watch for the dots come on Cleo just give meanother shot. Eight, don't bring your friend wayahead of YOU CLEO a couple hours later. I've changed intoclothes that don't smell like chlorine and made my way back to the hotel bar. I wouldn't say I'm nervous. I'm excitedanxious even to see cleo again to confirm that the spark between us is asundeniable as I think it is. I belly up to the polished wooden barmaking sure to choose an opening with at least one empty stool. I make eye contact with the bartender,a short guy in a penguin suit who nods before turning back to the craftcocktail he's making. Against my better judgment. I checkedthe time on my phone. I'm early and only half worried the girl. I'veapparently been gushing about all afternoon, won't actually show youclean up nice in a tight black skirt with buttons down the front and a topthat has my brain going. Hay Wire Cleo has more than shown up to the tate same to you, my fingers brush her wast, as I inviteher to take a seat. Next to me, she looks so good. I almost lean in to kiss her ound thecheek, but that's the kind of thing the old Ma would do. tecurrant me is pretty sure thatoutside cultures, where that's the norm, that's just an invasion of someone'spersonal space. What's your poison, I flagge the bartender down and he walkstowards us, while Cleo scours the cocktail menu one Niagara Nagrone,please she says it more to me than the bartender before giving him a widesmile. Make that too out of habit. I lay my card on the bar before the TABis even mentioned, and the bartender takes it the metal clinking as he tapsit against the wood open. I nawed and...

...turned to find cleo staring at me witha smirk on her face. What we get it your ric, my family's rich, the card is the last of my residuals sounds like something a rich personwould say her eyebrow curls as she rests an elbow on the bar. The Shift Imposture gives me an even better view of her body. Damn it's going to be hard to focus.Well, what about you? A young, beautiful, wide, eyed, actress, cartedall the way to Niagara you've got to be swimming in it. She snorts and the bartender returnswith our drinks. She thanks him and we clink our glasses.I raise my eyebrows to let her know. She hasn't escaped the question I mightbe swimming in something, but it's definitely not muney. Oh! Is there aword for that feeling where you think something life changing is right aroundthe corner, but then you can't tell if it's your big break or a huge fuckingdisaster. I pause and sit my drink. The bite of remoth warming, my throat anxiety, she laughs. It's sexy deepan in herchest like she's, not afraid to. Let you know what she thinks. I don't know. I love the kid I nanny, but I can'thelp feeling like I'm getting too old for my main work responsibilities toinclude after school pickup and making sure he eats his vegetables. But nowyou have your show where I'm assuming your main responsibilities are recitingwords from a script and looking pretty okay ouch, we got tofind you a less reductive definition of acting. I square my shoulders to herand lean in my eyes dipping to her cleavrage for just a split second, shenotices her lips twisting into a half smile enlighten me then her eyes flashed with something darkand needy and her lips part my room. Ten minutes bring another round. Shepulls the key from her purse and places it on the bar. I arch a brow and shegives me a challenging look. This grabbing a drink has escalated quickerthan I ever could have imagined, but that doesn't mean I can't keep up. Itake the key and she takes her drink. Leaving me to settle the TAB. I flagthe bartender down, while my mind, races with the possibilities of whatI'll find behind her hotel room door. Ten minutes later, I'm standing inanother nondescript, hallway negrones in hand trying to figure out how to swap thekey card without spilling bright orange liquid don my front, I'm about to resort to knocking whenthe door swings open, cleos standing in front of me in thesame closhes as before, but a darker lipstick defines her full lips only this time she looks at me not withinterest or approval, but with surpriseis like she's. Never seen mebefore. Can I help you sorry, I...

...couldn't get the key out of my pocket,I'm sorry any ware! I stare at her in disbelief what the fuck is happening. She holds my gaze, her expressionunchanged, and then it hits me she's acting she's teaching me how to act. I clear my throat and stand up straighthere with your nagrone. My acting voice comes out, robotic and monotone. Icracked CLEOA weak smile, but she ignores me waving me in and sachetinginto the room where she perches on the edge of the bed. I hander the drink and take a few gulpsof my own. She does the same her eyes trained on me as she tilts theglass to her lips. What makes you think you can just show up here. UNANNOUNCED,her tone is sharp and accusatory, but her face is telling a different story,one where she's into me one where she wants me bad roll playing, I'm game, I down the drink and slam the glass onthe table. It makes as sound louder than I meant to, and I flinch and mouthsorry but CLEO is unfazed. She's somehow managed to hold all thattension all that raw desire. Despite my own fumbling attempts to keep up, I think I'm starting to understand thelesson sitting on the bed. Next to her, I meether gaze. Just the look on her face ends a shiverdown my spine and I'm ninety percent certain. I can't hide it nearly as wellas she can. The the thing is, you drive me crazy. I haven't stopped thinking about you,since we met the words, are less robotic now,probably because I mean them, she sniffs and turns away, but her handstays mere inches from my own. Can I kiss you to show you what I mean a random piece of information from theone improf class I took in college floats into my brain the whole yes and thing it feels wrongin this moment, and I hope it doesn't apply, but something tells me cleo wouldn't behere if she was still relying on the wisdom from some Balding Jackass whowouldn't shut up about the one time he got an SNL audition. When she looks at me, it's clear, it'sCleo and not whoever she was pretending to be who's, leaning toward me. She grabs me by the Lapelle and pullsme toward her and when our mouths meet, I couldn't behappier to cut to the chase. The Kiss is urgent and breathless. Likewe've been wanting to do this from the second, we saw each other in theelevator. I know I have cleo climbs into my lap and straddlesmy waist running her fingers through my hair.

My Hands Wander her curves beforelanding on her ass. She makes a sound of approval and Igrip her tighter my insides tying themselves into a knot of desire when she grinds into me. The knot tiestighter, a hungry growlice Capes, my lips as Imove to her neck, my tongue tracing the soft expanse between her ear and herchest. Her skin smells like vanilla and something fresh. Almost like citrus. She draped an arm across my back herchest against mine, and it's, like our bodies are instantly sinked everything else. The panel her shoot,even the fact that we're in a hotel room fades away. It's just the two of us here togetherand God. Every part of me wants more. She tugs at the thin strap holding hertop up and in the same moment, a wave of excitement washes through me.Something else rears its head, something that tells me to pump thebrakes, no matter how badly. I might want this right now before she can expose any part ofherself. I stop her and pull away, leaning back to look into her eyes. We shouldn't we what I know we only had a couple drinks,but I just think we're better safe than sorry. She readjussed the STRAMP. Thelook on her face, half confused half impressed. We have all week for other stuff, and I shouldn't be here anyways. I should be in my room preparing forthe panel she nodd slowly and climbs off mestraightening, her skirt over her thighs, a morried eve offended her made herfeel unwonted until she looks up with a playful smile on her face. You'rereally taking this conference thing seriously. Aren't you I stand and smooth my shirt. Dipping myhead to the side, it's more than just my reputation onthe line right, the whole loaded family thing I nod, and the company my roles stillrelatively new. She follows me to the door. Well, youwouldn't be on this panel. If you weren't good at it, I think you'll befine. I smile and place a hand on the doorframe to night. Definitely kept me on my toes. She smirks back and leans into meplacing a kiss on my lips that makes the knot in my gut, unravel into moltenlava, well work on it, and just like that, it happens. I'm fucked totally completely. Absolutely fucked. Hookup state of mind is written byBecka, Morgan and Amelia. J Rose produced by consensual, creating steamyfeminist first romance for riot girls, special thanks to baby money and thedown payments for the use of our theme...

...song. Oh boy, streamable, on spotify,head, sound engineer, John mcneal studio, recording by John mcneal andSam Silver, moodlighting engineer, mixing by Spiral Ligke, creative andmastering by aiding of Voura. This episode was performed by NadiapelitierDaniel Jordan, drew Michell, Evan, Weisman Gen, Nicole Herschel Bat, Johnmcneel, and me Becka Morgan tune in next week to hear deans, say so otherthan skipping drinks, with your coworkers to bone. What's a day in thelife of a working actor like an.

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