Girlsway's Newest Director

April stands backstage, palms damp, stomach tight. Her notebook is full of scribbles and underlines—she’s the new director and needs every note. Two of the hottest names in the business are waiting for her behind the bedroom door. She takes a deep breath, steps inside, and smiles too wide. Lana and Dillion already look bored on the edge of the king bed. The script is folded on the floor; they read it hours ago. April sits between them, flipping to page three. Lana glances sideways and smirks; Dillion bites her lip. Every time April explains a cross-fade or extra moan, their eyes skate over her tits. “We’ve got this,” Lana says. The page rustles. Lights hit skin. April calls action. The girls lean in. Their kiss lands neat and choreographed. April cuts them. “Not enough heat. Again.” Lana meets her stare. “Want to show us how it’s done?” April’s throat dries. She stands fast, gives herself an inch of breathing room, and nods for another take. They start slow; she stops them before tongues touch. Lana’s voice drops. “I could just kiss you instead.” April backs toward the exit. Dillion watches, quiet, noticing. Lana rises, belt undone. “I’m done filming this unless it’s with her.” Dillion exhales, grabs her bag, leaves without words. Upstairs, Lana shuts the bedroom door. April clutches her clipboard like armor. Lana pulls the pages free and lets them fall. She closes the distance. “Direct all you want. I only want your mouth on mine.” April hesitates, then folds. Her coat drops. Lips part. The notebook lands forgotten, open to pages neither of them will need.