Lights, Camera, Action ✔~ trixya

Chapter 3: Slamming The Door

The restaurant was expensive, modern, and filled with people having meetings about things that were most likely far more serious than what the brown-eyed pornstar was there to discuss. Luckily she had managed to get Pete to agree to accompany her, the idea of spending an evening alone with Katya sounding like pure hell. But she was still dreading the evening. She was only there because Robert had demanded it, but at least having her friend there would help.

"Miss Mattel, I didn't know you would be visiting us today." The host said. He'd seen her films, Trixie knew that, she could practically see the images from them play in his eyes. But he also knew her quite well from all the times she'd eaten there before, almost always visiting to flirt with some old man in order to get him to invest in Robert's company. 

"Hi Mark. Yeah, I have a meeting with miss Zamolodchikova." Trixie said with a dazzling smile, the kind that she knew would make people fall to their knees before her.

"Ah, I see. I'll take you to her table, follow me." The man said, and Trixie and Pete did as he said, following the man to a table where Katya and an unfamiliar man were sitting.

Katya licked her lips as her eyes raked across the girl's form, greatly enjoying seeing her all dolled up. Trixie was dressed in a short hot pink dress with a full skirt and a fitted bodice with a sweetheart neckline which accentuated her large breasts, matching hot pink heels on her feet. She looked like a human Barbie-doll, Katya thought.

"When you're done eye-fucking me, could you maybe try to be polite and introduce me to your friend?" Trixie said, rolling her eyes at Katya's behaviour, whilst she tried to convince herself that she totally didn't find the fact that the other woman was wearing a short black blazer dress with no bra underneath to be sexy in any way. No, not at all.

"Oh sure, babydoll. This is Ron, he's our head of photography and editing, and one of my closest friends. I thought it was only fair for me to bring a buddy since you were." Katya said with that familiar smug smirk.

"Hi, nice to meet you." Ron stood up to say, leaning over the table to politely shake Trixie's hand. He was cute, Trixie thought, an adorable awkwardness surrounding the man, greatly contrasting his friend.

"Great to meet you to." Trixie replied, showing her stunningly charming smile. It almost gave Katya a whiplash to see how the girl could go from annoyed and bratty to sweet and charming in under five seconds, it was fascinating and exciting, the blue-eyed woman thought.
"This is Pete, my hair and makeup artist, and well, all-around assistant really." Trixie introduced, leading Pete to lean over the table in a similar manner to Ron and introduce himself.

"Pleasure." Katya said, although she sounded completely uninterested.

Soon a nervous boy holding a notepad made his way over to their table, his voice shaking as he asked if they'd decided what they wanted to eat. Katya rolled her eyes as she saw how the boy's eyes kept flicking over to Trixie. It was clear he knew who Katya was too, probably having seen a couple of her videoes, but it was also obvious that he was a full on fan of the pink-clad Barbie. 

"I-is there.. anything else? Any special requests?" The boy stuttered out, and Katya nearly spit out her drink when she saw Trixie run her fingers up and down his arm flirtatiously, pulling her shoulders back slightly so her boobs became more prominent. Katya had thought until then that the girl hadn't noticed the boys obsessive stares, but it seemed she had greatly underestimated the woman. 

"Yeah, actually there is one tiny little favor." Trixie said seductively, her voice barely more than a whisper, and Katya would be lying if she said it didn't go straight to her core.

"Anything.. I mean, yeah." The boy responded.

"Can you go to Mark and tell him to send us another waiter, preferably one who isn't staring down my dress every five seconds?" The girl deadpanned as she removed her hand and leaned back in her chair. The boy blushed a deep red before he scurried off with his tail between his legs.

"Oh, you are cold, bitch." Katya said amused as she poured herself another glass of champagne.

"What? He deserved it." Trixie said with a slight laugh, smiling at Katya for the first time since they'd officially met. 

They were halfway into their meals before Katya spoke up again, breaking what had been a surprisingly nice dinner until then. Up until that point they'd only talked casually, complimenting the wine and the flavors of the food, and briefly talking about how Pete had started out as Trixie's roommate and then gotten the job at Kinky Dolls by accident due to a stylist being sick. 

"I think we should start with the hardcore stuff. Robert said he wanted like at least two BDSM films right? And I'd love to have that pretty ass of yours spread across my lap as I spank you." Katya said crudely. She knew she was pushing it, but she loved pushing Trixie's buttons. It was so simple to rile her up, and Katya had quickly grown obsessed.

"Katya." Ron scolded in a loud whisper, elbowing her in the side. He had always been the one to hold her back, the one who made her chill. He was like a little brother who had their life far more together than their older sibling, unfortunately tho, Katya tended to ignore his advice.

"Firstly, lower your voice, other people are here and that is not a common dinner conversation. Secondly, absolutely hell no. That stuff takes trust, we're starting with the easy stuff." Trixie said in outrage whilst also trying to ignore how much the scenario Katya had described had affected her.

"Aaw, are you saying you don't trust me? Trixie, I am deeply hurt." Katya said sarcastically.

"Hard to trust a self-absorbed and entitled asshole who think they can do whatever the fuck they want." The brown-eyed girl spat.

"Trix chill, you know you need to work together after this." Pete interfered, knowing that even tho Katya was clearly trying to annoy her and really was acting like an ass, Trixie would benefit from trying to get along.

"Pete is right, Trixie. If you throw so much hate at me, it's gonna be really difficult to fake wanting to fuck me later." Katya said smugly.

"Are you that bad of an actress? That you can't fake wanting to fuck someone?" Trixie countered.

"Oh babygirl, trust me I can fake it. You can't tho, I saw you little eyebrow twitch when you were filming with that guy two days ago." 

That was the final straw for Trixie. You could shit on many things, but not her ability to do her job. She took pride in being one of the best porn actresses in the industry, and she refused to listen to Katya mock her for an eyebrow twitch caused by her lack of interested in men. She got up from her seat, grabbing her purse before storming out, hearing Pete call her name behind her.

"Jesus Trixie, I was just kidding. But seriously, if you're gonna be mad at me all the time it will show on screen." Katya said once she'd caught up with the girl. Trixie just huffed as she tried to call a cab.

"Trixie, come on. Take a joke-"

"Goodbye Katya. I'll see you at work, we're doing the roommate scene. End of discussion." Trixie said before hopping into a cab and driving off.