"Oh, shit! Sorry," Nikki cried. "Irene. Her name is Irene." She faced her friend, getting into the situation of it, the bad backdrop, the clumsiness of things notwithstanding. In truth, Nicole had no truck with the idea that they could actually make money doing this. Could they? Yes! Maybe? Nope? Anyway, money always took care of itself. Yeah, she had like thousands in debt, but had anybody broken the door and put her in cuffs? Not yet! Sure, they called, but you can just use voicemail for that.<br/><br/>So, she was just having fun, and having very pretty, kinda innocent Lily taking movies of her and Becca kinda made her hot. Definitely made her hot. "Oh, yeah, me and Irene, or whatever. I keep waiting for her to get over the latest guy so we can hang out some more. Or maybe invite me into the room with her, like you guys, out there?"<br/><br/>She frowned. Eyebrows furrowed. Was that the right way to say it? She thought so. Anyway, she moved to face Becca and turned Becca's body to face her, and placed her hands at Becca's hips and started swaying a bit. Play to the audience? Not play to the audience? Who cares? "Your body, baby," she murmured, truthfully, "I think about it sometimes when I shower. We should do that, take a shower together. Lots of things together. Give me your hands."<br/><br/>Reaching, she took them, palm to palm, lightly, and she pulled them gently toward where the dark mounds of her nipples could be seen through the near-gauze of her shirt. Deftly moving her fingers behind the approaching hands, she impressed Becca's grip just beneath the lovely undercarriage of each one -- her breasts were not large, but on her slender frame were terrific, nubile, ready -- and pushed into herself. "Hmmmf," she groaned, legitimately. The pressure on each sent a little wave through her, so very nice. "Keep that up, baby. Learn what Nik... whatever my name is... Lean what I like."