“Not yet. Sometimes, you have to send in five or six videos to catch their eye. We should have filmed the sex.” Casey finally moved enough to drape himself over the back of the couch. “Ya know, we could always skip the TV show part. I’ll just take six months off, so we can bang our way around the world without camera crews and obstacles. French dudes, Spanish dudes…Oh my God! Imagine us f*****g a whole gang of Greeks.”
“Uh-huh.” I turned to scope out the rest of my clothes.
“You’re quiet.” The cushions where Casey knelt were still marked with our sweat and likely also c*m.
“I just said ‘Uh-huh.’”
“Not terribly enthusiastically.”
“It’s a down day,” I admitted.
“The s*x wasn’t good?” Naked Casey joined me at the window. Casual Friday had a whole new meaning where he worked.
I ruffled
