Trixie felt invincible as she entered the club, as if all the makeup, the flashy dress, and her voluminous hair were her armor. It also didn't hurt that she, Kim and Pete had already had a couple drinks before leaving home, her body slightly buzzing from the alcohol in her system. All eyes were on her as she circled the room, and she loved the attention.
Kim and Pete headed straight to the dance floor, but Trixie walked straight towards the bar. On her way over there however she saw a familiar face, the very woman she'd hoped not to see. But for once she seemed to have the upper hand, the other woman seeming completely paralyzed, and so she didn't hesitate to walk up to her.
"Tr-trixie..." Katya said, stuttering a little. Trixie couldn't tell if it was due to Katya legitimately being so stunned to see her, if the woman was for some reason uncharacteristically nervous, or if she was just too drunk to speak properly. The Barbie however was running on liquid courage, not enough to make her incapable of speaking, but enough to make her over-confident, challenging, carefree, and horny.
"What? Did I catch your attention? You look like you lost your breath." Trixie spoke, enjoying not being the one at a loss for words for once.
"Uhm... yea- I mean, no, I'm just smashed, you know how it is.." Katya replied, catching herself and morphing back into the woman Trixie knew.
"I see we had the same idea, guess we for once actually agree on something." The Barbie replied as she walked up to the bar, ordering herself a gin straight up.
"Apparently yes, not drink choice tho. How the fuck do you drink gin with nothing else added?" The blue-eyed girl replied as she ordered herself yet another vodka shot, fully knowing that she should probably have stopped drinking by now and that her hangover the next day would be pure hell.
"It's literally made to taste like flowers and pinecones, it's not my fault basic people like you have no taste." Trixie replied as she sipped her drink.
"Did you just call me basic?"
"Please, you're literally a wandering cliché. You're just another millionaire who thinks they can do whatever the fuck they want, only difference is you have sex on camera and there's not a dick hanging between your legs." The brown-eyed girl replied.
"You don't know that, I could be wearing a strap-on. What if I just pulled out my dick and fucked you right on the dance floor?" Katya said, trying not to let her mind linger on Trixie's other comments, instead trying to gain the upper-hand again.
"You're disgusting."
"And you're a prude, which is an odd quality in a pornstar. Tell me Miss Moral Compass, how do you manage to stay on such a straight path whilst letting strangers fuck you in the ass? Do you pray before every shoot? Is God blessing your films, forgiving you based on their contribution to world peace?" Katya challenged, making Trixie roll her eyes.
"Work is work, outside life is outside life. And I'm not a prude, I just prefer people not acting like they own the right to do whatever they want to my body. Also I couldn't care less about God, I left religion when I left Milwaukee." Trixie replied, downing the rest of her drink to not let her mind wander to the home she'd left behind.
"Why'd you leave Milwaukee?" The other woman asked.
"None of your business."
"Okay then... So, back to the prude-thing. I just don't get it, for real. You're gonna let me fuck and touch you anyways, so why is it such a big drama when it's not on set?" Katya said.
"Because on set that's my job, and off set it's me. And news flash: I don't want to fuck you." Trixie said before asking for a refill from the bartender, knowing how insanely untrue that statement was as her mind had literally not thought of anything else since that afternoon. Still, she was stubborn and determined to win the argument.
Katya fully laughed before replying; "Uhm, news flash: that's a lie. Saying it more times won't make it true, babygirl. Don't forget, I've seen you beneath me in bed now, sweetie."
"Oh please, it's called acting." Trixie scoffed.
"No one's that good at acting."
"Believe what you want, but at the end of the night I'll be going home with literally anyone but you. I'll let some stranger fuck my brains out, and let them push up against me on that dance floor instead of you, because I don't want you." The brown-eyed girl said harshly.
"Well, go right ahead then. I'll find someone who's ten times hotter than you and fuck her until she can't walk, and all my attention will be on her. You however will still be thinking of me at the end of the night. It's written all over your face, babygirl." Katya challenged, a fire burning in her eyes from both anger and lust.
"Oh please, I won't be thinking of you for a second." Trixie said, finishing her second drink before walking off into the crowd.
"Keep telling yourself that!" The blue-eyed woman yelled from behind her.
"Oh trust me, I will!" Trixie replied in an angry tone, even tho she knew it was in no way a good comeback. Her eyes scanned the crowd until she found a woman staring at her like she wanted to rip her clothes off.
"Perfect." The Barbie thought, as she walked over, ready for someone to fuck Katya out of her mind.
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Lights, Camera, Action ✔~ trixya
Fanfiction"Listen, I'll make it look like I want you on camera, don't worry. But just know that I'd rather fuck anyone in the goddamn world, than be forced to spend another minute around you outside of this building." Trixie said harshly as she adjusted her o...
