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Stevie couldn't help admit she was nervous, filming a sex tape that she had no idea what would be going to happen in it was enough to make her quake but also oddly excited and wet, even though she didn't know what was going to happen to her, she had been told to go along with it but act like she didn't want to, even if she did, so she kept telling herself that and tried to briefly remember to be annoyed and channel her annoyance into the scenario, which would be easy, since she did get annoyed sometimes.
She now came back from her hourly bathroom break to find it was obviously time for the scene, she had told it would be sometime that day, but not when as it was supposed to look as real as possible and in a way, it did because she felt like an innocent dove that was about to ravished by an eagle and she gulped as she glanced over at John and Christine, clearing her throat and acting annoyed, for some reason, seeing them making out like that was annoying.
John was now on Christine 's lap, and his tongue was in Christine 's mouth and Stevie couldn't help feel a rush of feelings she didn't understand but wrote it off as annoyance and getting into the bitchy innocent version of herself she was supposed to channel.
"I left to tinkle with the assurance that you would be trying to help with my new song right? Honestly, it's like you don't even want to help me with it and the boys are basically forcing us to work together!" Stevie sighed.
Christine just sighed "Honestly, tinkle toes, you and your uptight boyfriend are control freaks over your songs, you want us to do all the hard work and then get annoyed when we want to change parts and its your song anyway so after last time, we thought you'd just do all the work, half of its boring anyway!" She shrugged.
"First of all, my work is outstanding. Secondly, don't call me tinkle toes, that word and Stevie are not even from the same root language and I am nothing like Lindsey!" Stevie glared.
John stopped to whisper in Christine 's ear.
"Please stop straddling her," Stevie insisted. "That couch was designed to only hold one person per cushion. You are stressing its limitations."
Christine grabbed John's ass and pulled him even closer even though she couldn't stand him sometimes, she wanted to annoy Stevie, it was fun for some reason. "Tell you what, angry little ballerina, I keep making out with this idiot and you watch, then you can do the work for all three of us."
"That sounds reasonable to me," John agreed with a stoned grin.
"It was your idea!" Stevie cried pouting.
"Huh? No, I was just whispering to Christine that I miss penguins. I wish California would bring some in, I might ask them too because, penguins." He then grinned more, like he was daydreaming about the black and white birds.
Stevie crossed her arms. She'd gotten exceedingly good at it since joining Fleetwood Mac, her bandmates could be so annoying. "Miss penguin fetish fucker, if I wished to observe you in your acts against the bible with him, I could easily catch you both, like backstage that time!"
"Oh, so we're bargaining now? I know you're good little church girl or whatever since you and Lindsey met at that soppy church thing but if sex is a crime against the bible or the way I do, so be it, what I think is a sin is you turning down watching me in action, doing the deed, I could peg John for you!" Christine smirked as she made direct eye contact with Stevie while John just sat their silent but with his same goofy grin.
"Why would I want to watch you peg him for, how fucking boring for me and just, ew!!" Stevie stated annoyed, wondering why the thought irritated her so much, but John for sure wasn't anyone she would be interested in watching getting pegged "If I wanted to watch some sick porno, I could easy get some from anywhere, but I'm not like that!" Stevie then added.
