Avoiding Intimacy (Avoiding 2.5)

We have done everything together. Can we just savor our last evening together?”

“Fine,” Brigitte agreed, stepping back and lounging against a cream chaise. Her blue dress slit open to her hip as she rested backward.

Ravenna just shrugged, leaning against the wall like a Greek goddess statue.

Black feathers trimmed her low-cut gown and held back one side of her cascading red hair wrapping around and over her right shoulder.

“Thank you,” Giovanna muttered, turning away from the girls, her dress sweeping out behind her in layer upon layer of yellow tulle.

Chyna hadn’t moved from the large window ledge she had been sitting on throughout the entire confrontation. She had been too concerned with when Marco would come for her. The four of them had disappeared into a private room after spending an hour on their feet while designers examined their gowns, taking no interest in actually speaking to the models themselves. It was dreadfully boring, and they took solace in each other’s company as soon as they could leave. They wouldn’t be able to be gone for too long before someone noticed their absence.

“Ay! Americano,” Brigitte chirped, saying the name like it was a dirty word.

Chyna’s head snapped up and found all three girls staring directly at her.

“Were you listening to anything we were saying?” Ravenna asked with a pointed smile.

“No,” Chyna said with a shrug. Did they say something they said been important? She assumed they were still arguing as per usual. It gave her a lot of time to drift away.

“We were just asking,” Giovanna began, glancing between her co- conspirators for support, “what Marco is like?”

Chyna stared between them, wondering where this was going. She was sure whatever it was would only mean trouble. “What do you mean?”

“Oh, you know!” Brigitte chimed in.

“I’m sure I don’t.”

“What’s he like in bed?” Ravenna asked bluntly.

“None of you know?” Chyna asked, throwing it back in their face. Though, she was mildly curious. It’s not like she spent all her time with Marco. He could have had the opportunity to f**k every one of them if he had wanted to.

“Oh, why are we even bothering to ask her?” Brigitte asked, throwing up her hands.

“I don’t know what he’s like,”

Giovanna answered, ignoring Brigitte. “I know Bridge has no idea.”

Brigitte hmphed in frustration. She was the youngest of the bunch, and sometimes it really showed through.

“Ravenna?” Giovanna asked.

Ravenna smiled her biggest, most devious smile.

“Well?” Chyna asked, not buying her act for one minute.

Ravenna was not Marco’s type. Far from it. She was gorgeous and curvy, but she was unable, or at least unwilling, to take direction. Chyna wasn’t submissive by a long shot, but she knew when to give and when to take.

“Spit it out,” Giovanna said, planting her hand on her hip.

“Fine!” Ravenna called. “I haven’t slept with Marco, but Chyna has. So, you spit it out. What was he like?”

Chyna shrugged, looking back out the window. She didn’t have any desire to parade her sex life before these girls. The only person she had ever shared details with was Alexa, and she wasn’t here. She was in New York, probably where Chyna should be, making Alexa feel better.

“What does it matter?”

“Oh, come on. Don’t be shy,” Ravenna continued.

“Yeah, I mean, we all knew what you were really doing all those days and nights trapped in his apartment,” Brigitte pointed out.

“Do you, now?” Chyna asked, a smile playing across her features as she stared out at the darkened sky.

The moon was bright overlooking the city, but the stars weren’t all that visible with all the lights reflecting up into the atmosphere. It reminded her of New York, and for the first time, she felt a twinge of homesickness.

“Forget it,” Giovanna sighed. “She’s not going to tell us. She has kept it a secret this long. She didn’t even tell us she was having sex with him.”

“What if I wasn’t?” Chyna asked, turning back around. She crossed one bare leg over the other and watched the shimmer of her nude dress play off the dim lighting in the room.

All three girls laughed and shook their head in disbelief.

“You were,” Ravenna insisted. “The man is too obvious.”

“Well, we did work in his apartment,”

Chyna said, licking her lips.

“Yeah, I bet you used his camera.”

Giovanna winked.

Chyna couldn’t hold back her laugh at that comment. It was too true for her to even begin to deny it. Marco was obsessed with his camera, and he liked to capture everything behind his lens.

“Oh my God! Did you make a sex tape?” Brigitte cried, standing from her chaise when the thought hit her.

Chyna bit her bottom lip and raised an eyebrow as she tried to hold onto her sense of mystery.

“You did! That’s so hot! Can I see it?”

“Brigitte!” Giovanna yelled.

At the same time, Ravenna cried, “Me, too!”

“I’m not showing it to you!” Chyna shouted, also standing in her excitement.

“So, you did make one!” everyone cried at once.

Chyna covered her mouth. She was laughing so hard. It hadn’t seemed so funny at the time when they were making it, or when they had watched it after, or when they had immediately jumped right in between the sheets again because they were so hot from watching it. Now, standing there with Brigitte, Ravenna, and Giovanna, the idea that she had made a sex tape seemed utterly hilarious.

Ravenna put her hand against the wall to steady herself. “So, really, can we see it?”

“No!” Chyna cried. “I’m not showing anyone else.”

“Ugh,” Brigitte muttered. “At least tell us if he’s good or not.”

“He’s better than good,” Chyna finally relented.

“Natasha told me he was kind of kinky,” Ravenna said, straightening and eyeing Chyna more closely.

Natasha? Chyna didn’t know a Natasha. They had worked with more than two dozen other girls this summer, but Natasha didn’t sound familiar. “Who?”

“She was selected as Marco’s centerpiece two years ago,” Ravenna told her. “I was a favorite, but Natasha was selected before me. I’m not really sure why. She wasn’t all that spectacular.”