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Temari 4
Kankurou, you, me, bar tonight. It's a Friday night, I need to do something, and all my girlfriends are busy, so you're coming with me. No excuses. I know you don't have any real plans since you don't have any real friends or and real girlfriends, just inflatable ones. I'm sure they won't mind sitting in the box under the bed for another night.

Third Person

There was a pause. Temari didn't like hesitation, and glanced over her shoulder with an annoyed scowl.

"What?" she demanded, not even needing to express the part of her tone that implied that there had better be a damned good reason for the interruption.

"Are you sure we can't film it?"

She'd picked this guy up at the bar, after he'd recognized her from one of her movies. She normally didn't do things like that, but the nice thing about porn was that there wasn't just one demographic of viewers. Men watched it, women watched it-- people of all ages, colors, shapes and sizes watched it. Of course, there was a little less variety in the type of people who would actually admit to having seen you in a porno flick, but that was more or less a grab bag, and sometimes, if you played your cards right, you could get lucky.

Temari had thought she was lucky with this one. He was the charismatic charmer type, not worried about what you thought of him watching porn, because everything he'd say afterwards would have you head over heels. He had the moves, he had the looks, and furthermore, he had the brains, as Temari found out over a glass of wine and a long discussion on sociopolitical news. That's what had won him the ticket back to her place, and the fact that he didn't seem so damned focused on getting some. He just wanted a companion...she could appreciate that, in a way.

Except that he seemed to have made the mistake of casually asking if they could capture the whole thing on video, and she'd nearly sent him back out from whence he came right then and there, but decided to sternly correct him, explaining in a terse tone that work was work and this was not. Filming it seemed too much like she was actually on a set, and would make things just that much less fun for everyone. He seemed to take the hint.

Now she was nude, lying on her stomach on the bed, while kneeled behind her, gripping at her hips. She'd seen to it personally that he was more than ready, before the clothes even started coming off, so he had to be aching for it by then...so why didn't he just get on with it?

"No," she replied firmly, hoping that it would be the end of it.

It wasn't. "But why?"

She sighed, already exasperated with the situation. Was no really so hard to process? Really? "Are you going to pay me for it? No? Then we're not filming anything, now just get on with it."

"But I want something to remembe--"