Backstage with Kathia and Friends

The girls relax in Kathia's backstage lounge like friends on a weeknight. Celia stretches across the couch, one leg over Maya's lap. Maya plays with her thigh like she plays with her on camera—slow, greedy. Aila leans against the mirror, towel around her shoulders, laughing at something only the three of them know. They sip cold water. They touch for no reason. Celia pinches Aila's ass, and Aila returns the favor, hard enough to leave a mark. Someone tells a dirty story about a former girlfriend; everyone gets quiet for a moment, thighs pressed together, listening. Then Maya leans over and kisses Celia open-mouthed, just because the door is closed and the others are friends. Hands slide. Celia arches. Aila watches the mirror, stroking the bite mark she just made on Maya, thinking ahead to what they'll do once the lights are on. Outside the makeup room, someone calls for first positions. The girls stand, still touching. Moist skin. Still laughing, just softer now. They walk to set already slick and already knowing each other. The camera simply gives them the excuse.