Can I be any more head over boots for this man?
I blow him a quick kiss.
“Okay.” Anya reaches forward and taps the screen. “How do I get the details for a specific scene? I want to look at the most recent one I posted.”
“You want analytics, here.” Rooster slowly clicks through a series of links until we’re staring at a still shot of two guys and Anya. Correction, two naked guys and a naked Anya. Color me not shocked—Anya’s even more flawless with her clothes off.
Fabulous.
Rooster skims his finger along a line chart underneath the video. “This is what you want, right?”
“Yes! Can you click on that giant peak, right there?” She vigorously taps the screen with one long, red fingernail. “I have a hunch.”
Rooster flashes an apologetic look my way. A few seconds later moaning, groaning, and slapping noises accompanied by wild female shrieks of pleasure fill the room. All the naked flesh on the screen is misty with sweat. Everyone’s working hard.
The tall, thin, heavily tattooed guy on the screen rhythmically thumps into Anya from behind while the shorter, heavily muscled and tattooed guy standing in front of her leans down, one hand on her chin, tilting her face up while kissing and talking to her softly.
“See? That’s the peak. I knew it.” Anya all but pumps her fists in the air.
She half-turns in her seat toward me. “When they switched places, Aaron accidentally bumped my chin with his knee. He felt bad, so he stopped to check in with me. Normally, you’d edit that stuff out but I left it in because it was a sort of sweet genuine moment—”
I’m not sure if sweet and genuine are the words I’d use, but okay.
“That I left it in. And I was right. That’s the most-watched part.” She taps the screen triumphantly. “I used to work with this producer who told me stuff like that was stupid and no one wanted to see it. But I was right.”
Yay for trusting your instincts?
Rooster traces the whole raised portion of the bar graph. “This entire section has the most activity.”
She takes the mouse from him and replays that portion of the scene. I guess it’s cute in a hardcore, pornographic way. She and the guy share a genuine laugh over the incident. Even the guy pounding her from behind stops to kiss Anya’s shoulder and make sure she’s okay.
I mean, I could’ve gone my whole entire life without seeing these people in their most intimate moments with each other, but here I am.
“See. Look.” She points to a few more spikes and stops to watch those sections. “The eye-contact is always huge with my audience. Women want to see more of that romantic, emotional connection. No woman finds twelve minutes of jackhammering penetration sexy in real life or porn.”
I snort-laugh. She’s not exactly wrong there. It’s still weird as hell that I’m watching a clip of her screwing two other guys while she’s sitting right in front of me, talking about the aesthetics of it all like it’s no big deal.
I flick my gaze to Rooster. His expression remains neutral.
“Okay, I think I got it,” Anya says finally. “I can access this from my computer too, right?”
“Yup. I sent you all the instructions.” His gaze slips toward me for a second. “If you have questions, just shoot me an email and I’ll help you out. We can schedule a chat if you need me to walk you through it again.”
The jealous girlfriend in me is working real hard to keep her mouth shut.
It’s only business. It’s for the club. He’s going to be on the road with me for flock’s sake. Settle down.
“I should be okay,” Anya says. “But thank you.” She jumps out of her chair and spins around, hugging me quickly. “Thank you so much, Shelby. I’ll see you guys out there.” She breezes out the door.
“Sorry about that,” Rooster says as soon as we’re alone.
“It was…surreal. Those images might be permanently seared into my…I need brain bleach or something.”
He stares at me for a few seconds. ”You’ve never…?”
“What?”
“Watched stuff? Like that?” he gestures toward the screen.
“That? On my own?” I ask, trying to dial down the shock in my tone. “Lordy, no. I mean, I had a boyfriend once who kept trying to talk me into a threesome. He’d show me stuff with two girls and…it wasn’t my thing. It just made me really uncomfortable thinking of him jacking off to those videos while comparing me to those girls.”
There goes his jaw ticking again.
I cock my head. “You really hate it when I mention an ex, huh?”
He nods once. “I can’t help it.”
“It was just for context.”
“I know.” He sighs and glances at the screen. “I’m sorry. I guess I’ve been immersed in this crap for so long, I’m immune to it.”