Lights, Camera, Action ✔~ trixya

Chapter 13: Loosing The Game

Trixie had come to accept that the end was near and she would be dying very soon (and no she was not exaggerating in any way, shape or form, thank you very much).

The more she fucked Katya on screen, the more the woman haunted her at home. Trixie had found herself getting off to the image of Katya's fingers or tongue inside her far more than she'd like to admit, and in more parts of her home than she'd every say out loud. It was so bad that she was already sore by the time she got to work these days.

Katya still annoyed the hell out of her, but for some reason she'd come to partly like their endless arguments, something about the bickering being oddly enjoyable. She also knew that she was being extremely childish these days, but Katya loved to push her buttons. The Barbie had threatened to leave set more than once, knowing fully well that she never would. She had argued and then changed her mind in regards to silly details that didn't matter. And she was letting her ego match Katya's for the sole reason of not loosing the argument.

But Trixie was loosing the game, and she knew it. Katya constantly had her in check, nearing check mate more and more with every strategic move, and Trixie could feel her resolution to stay away from the girl slipping. The sexual tension between them was growing every day, and at some point she knew they'd cross over the line between them. But neither one of them wanted to loose, both of them determined that the other should give in first.  

Trixie also knew that the game was half the fun to someone like Katya. The moment the Barbie gave in, would be the very same moment Katya's obsession with her would end.
It was obvious through the woman's every action.

Katya used her beauty like it was currency, not only on screen but off it as well. The blue-eyed woman didn't need to be on the clock to play her role. Katya was a method actress, her character never leaving for more than a couple fleeting seconds. 

It wasn't about Trixie, it had never been, and the brown-eyed girl knew that all too well. It could have been any pretty girl, it wouldn't have mattered. To Katya this was about the game, it was the chase that excited her, and the ability to change the mind of someone who'd turned her down.

But Trixie didn't work like that.

Trixie had always been searching for genuine connections, and hated the way her profession so often kept her from them. She wanted Katya's body outside of work, of course she did, but she didn't want to be another name on a list. However, she knew she would be. As soon as she eventually gave in, she'd be another name on the list of Katya's girls, a part of a collection. 

The worst part was that the more she tried to push Katya away, the more she wanted her. Giving it up wasn't an option, there really was only one inevitable outcome. And when it was over, Trixie would probably still not be able to forget the woman's touch and the way it electrified her skin, whilst the blue-eyed girl would be searching for her next target, the blonde doll completely wiped from her memory. 

Why of all people did Katya have to make her feel so good?

Why couldn't it be someone she had at least some potential with? 

Why did the world hate her so much?

She was addicted to the feeling of Katya's skin on hers, it was as if she was caught in a trance, the woman's spell to strong to escape. She felt as if she didn't know how to breathe, the craving almost deadly. Katya had her loosing her mind, a toxic obsession with the fire that was burning her skin whenever they were together. She was loosing her composure, her body wanting the blue-eyed girl's hands on her forever. The sound of pain was ringing in her ears and yet desire was pulling her closer. 

Katya was playing with her and she knew it. The blue-eyed pornstar had her exactly where she wanted her, and Trixie hated her for it. But at the same time she wanted Katya to burn her until there was nothing left.
The woman was as smooth as liquor, and Trixie wanted to down the whole bottle.