“No, not after a 10 hour shift on a Saturday night, I’m not.” It’s been only been two days since I met Harris, and I can’t get him off my mi...d. I wonder why he’s calling so early though. I sink further into my covers, wanting sleep. “Oh, that’s a shame. I was hoping we could maybe have an early brunch. It’s a beautiful day. We could talk about the plans for the wedding. If you’re still coming, that is.” “I’ll be ready in an hour! Of course I want to still come.” “That’s great. I’ll meet you at. And I’m here for as long as we can stand each other. But, listen to me.” Her words came in separate, staccato bursts, accented by her punching the air with a finger. “I ain’t leaving ‘til you kick my ass out.” “Why are you fighting so hard for this?” I asked. “You don’t love me. Hell, you hardly know me.” “How can any man be so incredibly wrong in one sentence?” she asked, looking up to the ceiling. Facing me she took a huge breath. “Okay, look. Maybe I don’t have all the ‘I’s dotted and the. " She was right about that. Especially given recent trends in the business. "I promise, it won't be bad. We'll be respectful. We just want to get the shots. Think of it as a bit of fantasy. You're a professional, aren't you?"Amy and Melissa looked our way. Amy still looked hopeful. Something about the way Kim was so adamant disconcerted me. Why me? "It's just a job," she said. "It'll be over, you'll be paid, and you'll wonder what you were afraid of. Just a few shots," she said. "You can do it.. I started to break the ice as it became darker; getting out the lube and suggesting that someone make a move of some kind. Ron handled that by moving over to me and taking me in his arms then giving me a big wet kiss as he found my crotch and began to gently grope and rub. As I returned the kiss I went for his cock – he was already about half hard – that was a very good sign!As the kiss lingered I worked at unbuttoning his jean shorts and getting his cock out; he was, by then, hard as a rock..