by Ema Bancroft
I swallowed it. "Shit."
"I know,"Ethan said with a laugh. "You'd never guess, would you?"
"Guess what?"
Roland and Raul laughed out loud, and I even saw Elijah smiling. Ethan bowed, lowering his voice. "That Moxie is a guy."
My eyes widened as I looked back at her statuary painting. "No way,"I breathed.
"Yes,"Ethan said, breaking his neck. "Her real name is Claude."
"But don't call her that,"Raul advised. "She's gonna ruin you."
Ethan rubbed his jaw. "Fuck, yeah. " Obviously, he made the mistake in the past.
"But... that suit is so... tight,"I pointed out. "How come she... he..."?
"She prefers' she',"Roland stepped in.
"How does she - you know - hide... things?"
Ethan shrugged. "I try not to think about it."
I tried to avoid staring at Moxie for the rest of the shoot, but I couldn't help but take a look from time to time. The irony did not escape me - that she was a he pretending to be a she - while I was a she pretending to be a he.
Sometimes my life was really exhausting.
E. C.
Sometimes I wondered how Daisy was able to pull off her little charade. Because subtlety was definitely not in the girl's vocabulary. She stared at Moxie's throat or crotch, obviously looking for an apple of Adam or a lump.
Moxie ignored it. I figured she was used to people around her.
It wasn't every day you'd run into a 6-foot redhead with a dead body and a voice like Barry White.
Even I found myself looking at her once in a while.
Yeah. I knew it was a man. I still couldn't help it?
Daisy, however, quickly lost the fight to avoid attracting attention. I looked up, and she was practically leaning down behind Moxie, trying to look between her legs.
"B! " I hissed. She rose quickly, her face burning with heat.
"I can't help it,"she whispered. "Where do you put it?"
I turned my eyes. "Can you try to focus, please? " When she shrugged her shoulders without apologizing, I looked at Moxie before I lowered my voice. "If you're really curious, I'm sure there's a video on YouTube that will explain things."
Her eyes widened wide. "Do you think so?"
The director called me places, cutting off my answer.
We took our positions in one of the moving corridors while Moxie took hers in another in front of us. As we walked in one direction, she walked in the other - and the plan was that each of us would sing a few lines to her before we passed. It would be cut off along with the shots of us dancing in the wind and rain, as well as some individual shots with Moxie that we would have the next day.
The corridors began to roll, and as we advanced without going anywhere, the music began to play. Eddie stood sideways behind the camera, counting quietly as he walked through the choreography with us, while Cecil sat on a stool next to the director, his arms folded and his eyes narrowed.
Cecil was very picky about our videos.
In turn, each of us leaned toward Moxie, growling at the lyrics. She smiled unscrupulously, turning her hair around and swinging her hips - the perfect Catherine.
Honey, what are you doing with him, with him?
Don't make me ask you one more time, one more time.
You may have to scratch an itch, an itch, an itch.
I thought you were mine, lousy, twice....
I bet you think I didn't know that, I know that.
I bet you thought you didn't teach it,
But I saw him coming out the back door, through the back door.
How can you say you're not an asshole?
Who do you think you're talking to?
I'm not stupid, I see what you do.
You think you're hiding behind a beautiful smile
But, honey, I know it's all a lie.
The corridors stopped and we walked away, circling around Moxie as we sang the lyrics.
Two-sided Catherine
That's all you are.
Two-sided Catherine
Get the hell out of my car!
Two-sided Catherine
A girl without class
Two-sided Catherine
You can kiss my...
"Cut! "the director shouted. We reset and triggered the sequence a few more times before moving to the set-up stage with the wind and rain machines. Daisy was looking at Moxie's crotch again, and I opened my eyes to the universal,"What the fuck are you doing? "Sign."
She shrugged, and I replied with my eyes.
"Is there a problem? " Moxie asked, looking down at me over her compact while touching up her lipstick.
I cleared my throat. To be honest, I was a little scared of Moxie. I saw what you did to Ethan when he called her Claude as a joke. And you couldn't hit a girl... or a guy in a girl's dress, could you?
"Nothing,"I muttered.
She turned to Daisy. "You got something you want to ask me, honey?"
I shook Daisy's head behind Moxie's back, but the redhead picked up the movement and stared at me. "If Tim has a question, he can ask it,"she growled.
I had a drink, my eyes falling on the floor.
"Um," Daisy started,"I was just wondering..."
Oh shit. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.
I looked up to see her bite her lip nervously. Fuck. That always did something to me. What the fuck was wrong with me? Daisy was about to get hit by a drag queen, and all I could think of was kissing her.
And…stuff…
"It's just that you're so beautiful,"Daisy continued. I had to give her points for that. Moxie rejoiced in the praise, turning her curls backwards maliciously.
Sassily? Who the fuck says rudely? Is that a word?
"And I was wondering, where... you know..." - Daisy waved one hand at Moxie's crotch - "... put... everything..."?
Moxie blinked, and I thought for a moment that it was all over.
Then she threw her head back, and a throatful laugh filled the sound stage. She approached Daisy, throwing an arm around her shoulder.
"Are you thinking of trying the dragon, honey?"
Daisy blushed. "I don't... uh... I don't think so..."?
"You should do it,"she encouraged, taking Daisy's chin between her red fingers and examining her face. "With that bone structure, no problem."
I suffocated, and Daisy turned to look at me carefully.
Moxie ignored me, waving a hand. "It's not as hard as you think,"she told Daisy. "You just tuck things in and record the rest. A good pair of socks and you're ready to go.
The rest of us snuggle a little bit before that, our hands caressing our garbage in a protective way.
Moxie noticed. "Pussy,"she laughed a little laugh. Daisy laughed with her.
"What about Adam's apple? " she asked, obviously intrigued by the whole affair.
"I'm lucky,"Moxie replied. "It's not that big. A good shave and decent makeup is all I need.
"And..." Daisy bent over to whisper,"your boobs?"
"Nice, right? " Moxie bowed back a little bit, bragging. "It cost me a good penny, too. " She was staring at Daisy on the sly. "Do you want to touch them?"
Daisy blushed and bit her lip again, but her eyes betrayed her interest. "Really?"
Moxie smiled. "Sure. Go ahead."
Daisy pushed them cautiously, and then a little harder tighter.
Speaking of tougher... Little Enrique apparently didn't care that Moxie was a guy. Even the illusion of girl-to-girl was enough to get him going.
I tried not to think about the implications of that.
"Is that silicone? " Daisy asked brilliantly, and I wondered if I felt the similarities with her own extra appendix.
Moxie nodded. "I can even wear strapless with these babies,"she said, shaking her shoulders slightly.
"Well,"Daisy said quietly, and I wondered if she was missing her own breasts.
I knew you knew that.
"To your posts! " shouted the conductor, and when th
e music began, so did the wind and rain machines. Anyone who tells you it's easy to sing and dance in a fucking monsoon has never tasted it.
Were you lucky if you didn't drown... just saying?
Our hair moved around our faces, pouring water into our eyes as we walked and turned around, stepped on and sang.
Ask me if I care if you do it, do it.
It's everywhere, girl. Yeah, you screwed up, you screwed up.
Don't come crawling back, because I know what's what, what?
You don't know you're nothing but a cheat...
When we returned to the chorus, we went into a tight routine as Catalina walked away with a flirtatious wave. We made our final pose, the water dripping from us in the rivulators. The director shouted,"Cut! " and we set out to do it again....
And again....
Finally, the shoot ended, and I saw Moxie leaning down to kiss Daisy on the cheek.
"See you tomorrow. And we'll have lunch before you leave town, okay, honey? " she asked.
"Sounds great,"Daisy responded enthusiastically.
"What's that all about? " I asked once that Moxie left the sound stage. The other boys had already gone to the changing rooms and the crew was picking up the equipment. I saw Cecil outside talking to the TV crew preparing for our live interview.
Daisy shrugged. "I like it,"she said. "She's…sweet."
"Sweet"? I repeated, bewildered. "That's not a word I would associate with Moxie Galore."
"Galore"? Daisy laughed with laughter. "I love that."
I found myself smiling with Daisy's laugh. "I guess you two have a lot in common."
She smiled at me with a smile as we turned around to walk into the locker room. "I guess,"she hums without obligation.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
She raised an eyebrow. "It means I wasn't the only one checking out Moxie's assets."
"I wasn't!"
"Oh yes, you were,"she replied with a broad smile. "You were totally staring."
I started arguing, but then I shrugged. "It's hard to ignore, you know."
Daisy laughed. "She's quite impressive."
"Yes,"I looked at her. "He's not my type, though."
She smiled. "Don't you like tall women with penises?"
"No,"I replied. "I like short women... with penises"?
Daisy laughed, and suddenly I was overwhelmed again with that feeling. The feeling that made me crawl into her hotel room and push her against the wall.
The feeling that made me drag her into Starbucks kitchen. The feeling of I can't wait, wait, another second in touching it, which was getting harder and harder to control. I pushed a shaky hand through my hair, my eyes spinning around for a dark corner.
"What's going on? " Daisy asked, stretching toward the doorknob of the locker room door.
With a quick glance on my shoulder, I threw it around the corner, opening the first door I found and moving the dim light.
A janitor's closet. Not the first one on my list, but it should be worth it.
"Elijah? Daisy asked, looking nervously backward. "What are you doing?"
I put her in the closet, quickly closing the door behind her.
I didn't have to answer her question, because she noticed very quickly. Daisy's arms wrapped around my shoulders as she entangled her fingers in the dripping hair behind my neck.
"Elijah,"she said quietly and scoldingly,"we have to stop looking like this.
"You're driving me crazy,"I muttered before she came down to press her lips against mine. My arms slid around her waist, one hand stuck to her back, the other clutching her ass to get close. Daisy seemed to like that, because she complained and threw herself at me, banging my back against the door.
"Shit! " The girl was stronger than she looked.
"I'm sorry,"Daisy muttered, her lips going around my neck. I guess he wasn't the only one holding on to a thread lately. She sucked the apple of my Adam and my fingers clenched in her wet skin like one of her legs around mine. She turned her hips, squeaking against me, and I wondered if we could close the door and stay in that closet forever.
He was growing on me.
"I like yours,"she muttered, nibbling at my throat.
"Huh? " was my eloquent answer. I didn't know how I could be expected to form words when Daisy was doing what she was doing.
"Your Adam's apple,"she explained, moving the tip of her tongue around her. "I like it big. I like it when you tilt your head back and take a drink..."She grabbed the sides of my head, tilting it back to draw more attention to my apparently impressive Adam's apple...".
"The way it moves when you swallow..."
"Fuck, Daisy..."
"It's not the only thing that is big,"she added, a hand sliding down to grab my hip as she pushed me against me. We growled in unison, and I couldn't take it anymore. I ripped her belt off, opened the button on her wet jeans and slipped my hands in to grab the frozen flesh off her ass.
Her head fell off. "Elijah,"she complained. I took the opportunity to express my appreciation for the fact that her throat was soft and smooth, and was not stained by a fucking Adam's apple, licking the side of her neck before biting it gently. One hand slid deeper into her pants, plunging into its dampness from behind as she ground her penis into mine.
Sometimes I didn't care too much about my dick.
"Oh, God..." With trembling hands, Daisy pulled my belt, and in a jiffy, her fingers were in my jeans and wrapped around my dick, gently squeezing?
Squeezing my teeth and praying, I did not fire my charge in a shameful lack of self-control, I pushed her jeans, sliding my hand forward, pushing my cock aside, and pulling a "yes" out of Daisy's lips. Our hands moved in harmony, like a damn hot choreography, and our voices melted into a chorus of grunting and groaning.
Then, just as I felt her squeeze around my fingers, and the response squeezing my own balls, froze.
"What's that? " she whispered frantically.
I stabbed her in the hand. "That's my dick, Daisy."
"Shhh..." she hissed, letting go of me. I complained.?
Yeah. I fucking complained. I was about to get a punch or two, with my fingers buried in Daisy's pussy - and she walked away?
Anybody would have complained.
She pulled her wet jeans backwards, moving to put them up her ass, and I caught up with her. "Come back here."
"Elijah,"she whispered. "Don't you hear that? Someone's coming!"
Coming out of my sexually induced fog, I realized I was right. Someone called me by my name.
"Fuck! " I ripped off my own pants, grimacing as the zipper scraped off my hard, still cock. "That's Ethan!"
Her eyes widened in panic. "What are we going to do?
"I heard Ethan shaking a doorknob across the hall.
I checked the room frantically. "Uh... go behind there,"I said, pointing to some shelves. "I'll get rid of him. " I grabbed a mop, making sure it was hidden before I opened the door and left quickly.
Just in time. Ethan was looking for the knob.
"Hey,"he said, looking at the mop,"What the fuck are you doing?"
I shrugged my shoulders. "You know, there's a lot of water on the ground. I thought it would help clean up.
Ethan looked at me like I was crazy. I couldn't really blame him. "Um... are you pretty sure there's people to do that, Elijah?"
I turned around to get away, hoping he'd follow me. "Yeah, well, maybe if we do the mess, we should clean it up."
I held my breath, only released her when Ethan walked away from the janitor's closet. "Are you feeling okay? " he asked.
"Fine,"I said. "I don't know why a little common courtesy is so fucking impossible."
Ethan raised his hands defensively. "All right,"he said. "If you want to clean the water, clean the water. You want some help? " He turned to the closet.
"No! " I said quietly.
"I was going to see if there was another mop."
"No,"I said again. "Uh…you're right. This is stup
id. "I leaned the mop against the wall. "Let's just go. Do I still have to change for the live shot?"
Ethan looks at me with suspicion. "Fine,"he said again. "Have you seen Tim?"
I tried to be casual. I was really messing this up and I didn't want to raise any more suspicions. "Last time I saw him, he was talking to Moxie,"I said, shrugging his shoulders.
I fought the urge to say something else. The key to a good lie was to keep it simple. Short and simple.
"Because, you know, they're friends,"I added. "I mean, Moxie's nice, right? And Tim is nice..."
Short and simple. Yeah, sure, sure, sure. Why couldn't I stop talking?
Because I was a fucking idiot, that's why.
"So, it makes sense for them to be friends, because, you know, they're both good... and... yeah. "I ran a hand through my hair, wishing it were possible to cut off your tongue. "So they're probably somewhere... you know, talking and shit..."?
Ethan was silent for a moment, and could almost hear the gears spinning in his head. Why couldn't I shut my mouth? Are you two nice? Really, Elijah? Could you be more obvious? I held my breath, wishing my lips were kept tight... knowing that if I said one more word, I would simply be pouring more water into a ship that was already sinking?
All of a sudden, Ethan stopped and shouted,"Holy crap!"
It scared the hell out of me, so I jumped. "What? " I yelled at him. Oh, shit. He knew that. He found out about it.
"Are you somewhere talking? " Ethan said, looking me carefully in the eye. I tried to look casual.
"Yeah…so?"
"Come on, Elijah,"he said, looking over his shoulder and lowering his voice. "You're not talking, are you?"
My stomach started to stir a little. This wasn't going well.
"What the fuck do you mean?"
Ethan came a little closer. "You can tell me,"he urged. "Is it Moxie and Tim... you know..." He waved his eyebrows and made a rude gesture with his fist?
"Friend! " I exclaimed, stepping away from him abruptly. "No! Shit!"
"What? " Ethan shrugged. "I think they'd make a nice couple."
"You're not a fucking couple!"
"Okay! " He raised his hands defensively. "I thought maybe that's why you were acting so weird."
"I'm not acting weird."
"You kind of are."
"No, I'm not fucking with him."
"Elijah, you were going to mop the floor,"he said. "You don't even clean the counter when you spill milk."
