Far Away - Part 5

Tawny finds the girl again in the hallway after auditions. They slip into an empty production office, shut the blinds with a twist of her wrist. The blonde she spotted earlier works at her zipper and pulls a smooth chrome bullet from her tote. She knows what to do with it. Tawny bends, legs apart, over the edge of the steel desk. The girl kneels, presses the thick metal tip between her lips until it’s slick and warm, then eases the blunt head to Tawny’s entrance. A slow push and it seats inside, thick and unyielding. Her cunt clenches around the weight. The blonde twists the base, sets the motor humming, and crawls up Tawny’s back until their hips line up. She presses the angled tip against her own clit, finds the same low pulse, and begins to grind. Each forward roll of her hips drives the toy a little deeper into Tawny while she rides the opposite end, slick folds sliding over the metal. The desk rattles. Tawny’s breath drags in time with the steady vibration and the wet sound of skin meeting skin. In the City of Angels they fuck like this: quick, dirty, off-set, no names exchanged, just flesh and rhythm until one of them shudders and the other follows. Outside, parking tickets flutter beneath wiper blades.