Lights, Camera, Action ✔~ trixya

Chapter 7: Make Me Go

Trixie was pacing back and forth in Pete's apartment in a state of panic.

"Jesus Trix, chill! So you liked having sex with her, so what?" Pete said from his spot on the couch.

"No, you don't get it.. it wasn't just.." Trixie rambled, unable to finish her sentence out loud. Unable to admit that she didn't just like it, it was fully the best sex of her life even tho the scene was short and pretty vanilla. "You know what nevermind. I hate her, so I shouldn't like fucking her. End of." The girl said after a long pause.

Just then the door to the room that Trixie herself had once lived in opened, a familiar Korean girl walking out into the living room.

"What's going on? Why's Trixie panicking?" The woman asked in a bored tone, the questions clearly directed at Pete who did not appear to be as overly dramatic as the Barbie walking around and flailing her arms.

"Our friend's just being a whore again." Pete replied, earning a harsh glare from Trixie.

"Nothing new then." The Korean girl replied with a shrug as she joined Pete on the couch.

"Kim!" Trixie said outraged, her jaw falling open at the statement.

"What?" Kim replied as if she had no idea why the girl had reacted at all.

"I hate both of you." The blonde huffed, folding her arms over her chest.

"Jesus, calm your tits you drama queen. Now, why are you having a breakdown in my living room?" Kim said.

"Firstly, it was my living room first, secondly it's complicated.." Trixie started, only to be interrupted by Pete.

"No, it isn't. Trixie filmed with Katya today, and to her outrage she found out that she liked it. She literally had shaking legs when she walked off set." The man said in a teasing tone, clearly nearly breaking into laughter as he thought of how obviously bothered Trixie had been.

"Aaaw cuuute, are you guys gonna start braiding eachother's hair and go on ice cream dates now? I guess mom really was right when she said that boys that pull your hair do that because they like you." Kim teased, fully aware of how much Trixie apparently hated Katya.

"Fuck off, fuck all the way off." Trixie replied with a pout.

"Seriously tho Trixie, what's the issue? So you hate her, but like fucking her, who cares? You have to film with her anyways, so just fuck her on screen and then go back to despising her afterwards." Kim said.

Trixie thought about it for a minute.
Maybe Kim was right?
Maybe there actually wasn't a problem with enjoying (really, really enjoying) having sex with Katya?
After all there was no way in hell that she'd ever actually like Katya, so yeah, maybe she was being dramatic for no reason.

"I guess you have a point." Trixie finally replied.

"Exactly, now you my slutty friend need to a night away from work, so let's go out. Let's go to a club, get some drinks, dance our asses off, and maybe you can even get fucked by a person you don't hate. What do say?" Kim suggested.

Trixie hadn't gone out on ages, usually sore and dying to not wear heels by the time she got home. But she needed to get her mind of Katya, and alcohol would definitely be a good way to do that. Besides, she never minded having her ego boosted by walking into a club and seeing how people drool over her.

"Yeah, that actually sounds really good right now." The blonde responded.

Pete let out a yay in response, which in turn gave Kim material to tease him for how insanely gay he was, only for Pete to retaliate by swearing to bring someone home and have them fuck him all over Kim's bedroom.

Trixie however had sat down quietly on the couch, her legs still feeling unstable from the afternoon's activities, and her mind still filled with images of Katya on top of her.

She really needed a drink.

Or twenty.