Camila blinked. The shapes in her room were blurry and undecipherable as she attempted to make sense of her surroundings. The sound of the phone echoed through the apartment, and she pulled the covers over her head. She refused to get up this time. She'd stayed up entirely too late finishing The Color Purple, and then later still to write an email to Laura detailing just how much she'd loved it.
The phone rang again, a half-ring, interrupted by the merciful voice of Dinah saying, "Camila and Dinah's house of kinkiness. How may I spank you?"
Camila relaxed when the call turned out to be for Dinah. She must have drifted back to sleep again because the next thing she knew, Dinah was on top of her, bouncing on her bed.
"Wake up, oh my God," Dinah was saying, her voice an octave higher than usual. "Guess who just called me."
Camila opened one eye, shut it, and opened the other. Dinah was on top of her, gazing down at her excitedly, and Camila had never wanted to hurt someone so badly in her life. She closed her eyes again only to be shaken. She groaned. "Ihateyouleavemealone," she mumbled.
"Camila! That was the casting director for that film I auditioned for. They want me to come back in and read for some other part!"
The news filtered through Camila's foggy conscience. "Wow," she managed, her voice hoarse and full of sleep. "I promise to be really excited for you in like six hours."
The bouncing resumed and Camila tried to recall if she'd left anything nearby that might be used as weapon. The bouncing stopped. "Jesus, this room is colder than mine," Dinah said, and a moment later she'd lifted the covers and slipped in, shuddering. "Hang on, I want to be spooning you when I tell you the rest of the phone conversation." Dinah felt like an icicle and it was all Camila to do not to punch her. "Ooh, you're warm."
"I hate you so much right now," Camila whined, as Dinah wrapped herself around her. She winced as cold feet brushed against her leg.
"Okay," Dinah said, once she was settled. "So the woman, Sierra Murphy or something like that, was like, 'Would you be opposed to doing nude scenes?' And I was like, "Uh, depends on what kind," and she was like, 'Well would you have a problem shooting a sex scene?' And I said, 'Like... porn?' and she laughed and was like, 'No no. Tastefully done, of course. But you might have to strip down a little.' And I was like, 'Well, sure, that's fine.'" She paused. "Are you listening to me?"
"Your mouth is next to my ear, how could I possibly not be?"
"Okay. So, then she was like, 'Oh good, good. We'd like you to come in and read for a different part.' And I was like, 'Great!' And then... are you ready?"
Camila sighed into her pillow. "Yes..."
"Then she was like, 'Would you be opposed to doing a sex scene with a woman?'"
Camila's eyes flew open. "Really?"
Dinah giggled. "Am I freaking you out being all over you like this?"
"No, it's turning me on, actually," Camila said and grinned.
"Ooh, baby." Dinah laughed and disentangled herself from Camila. "Actually, I'm freaking myself out. You feel kinda good." She paused to straighten out the other pillow. "So what do you think? I might get to have sex with a chick on camera."
Camila turned to look at her friend. "So you said you were okay with it?"
"Of course! Why wouldn't I be? I played a kick-ass lesbian in that play a few years ago."She sat up so her back was against the wall. "I hope it's someone hot."
