complete newbie to the adult film industry. The internet made that pretty much impossible. But while she’d been honest in the car and occasionally looked up some smutty books or pictures or video clips, she’d never quite watched a real porno.
A smile spread across her lips. A decidedly naughty smile.
This was the perfect place and time to broaden her education a little, wasn’t it? Heck, she practically had the Smithsonian of porn sitting here.
She flipped through the cases on the bottom shelf, almost overwhelmed at the selection. Ana had trouble picking out a pair of shoes when there were too many choices. How was she supposed to pick one movie out of this smorgasbord of flesh and kink? If things went as she sorta planned, she doubted they’d be watching more than one.
When she heard the water running in the kitchen, she knew she’d better hurry up and make a choice. Her darling, stickler that he was, had probably finished cleaning the kitchen so thoroughly it was cleaner than when they’d arrived. That was how he rolled.
Picking the least-intimidating video, she pushed the others back into their cabinet and dropped the DVD into the player. She’d managed to get past the very telling title screen and first scene when Taylor entered the room. The screen was frozen on the image of an open road. “Did you find something?”
“Yup.” She shoved the case onto the bookcase and hastily pushed another one on top of it. Play innocent , a mysterious imp inside of her whispered. “I just grabbed the first one that was on top. Hope that’s okay.”
“You know I’m not picky.”
He sat on the couch in what she called his man sprawl, legs spread apart, slightly slouched, arms draped over the back. She sat right next to him. Well used to his TV habits, she yanked the remote control out of the way before he could snatch it off the couch where it lay. “Nuh-uh. I want it.”
“I was just going to make sure the volume’s loud enough,” he protested.
“Yeah, and then you’d hold it for no reason for the rest of it and distract me by fiddling with the buttons.” She hit play and tossed the control to the end of the couch before snuggling up next to him. His arm came around her, pulling her closer.
The scene opened with an empty road. A car zoomed by, leaving dust plumes in its wake. A split-second later, a police car started to chase behind it, sirens blaring. “Some kind of cop drama?” he asked, disinterestedly.
“I think so.” She snuggled closer into his side and patted his chest, allowing her hand to linger.
The little sports car pulled over, and the camera focused on the busty blonde woman sitting in the driver’s seat. Dressed in a mockery of a pinstriped business suit, her hair raked back in a bun and a pair of glasses sexily dropping down her nose, she glanced in the rearview mirror and began cursing. The video quality wasn’t bad, Ana thought critically.
Taylor snorted. “This woman isn’t a very good actress.”
“Hmmm.”
Two men got out of the police car and Ana almost hooted. Okay, if it hadn’t looked too much like a porno before, the men just about cured that. She’d never seen police uniforms quite so tight and formfitting.
With her hand on his chest, she could feel the instant Taylor stiffened. “Um, Ana…”
She bit her lip to keep from smiling.
The cops strolled up to either side of the woman’s car, their faces stern, the outlines of their erections evident beneath their pants. The one on the driver’s side bent to rest his arms on the window.
The woman cast her gaze over one, then the other, and then returned to the silent man on her side. “Officers, is there a problem?”
His eyes were narrowed as he looked at her thoroughly. “We clocked you going almost twenty miles over the speed limit, ma’am.”
She licked her full, probably collagen-enhanced lips. “Why, Officer, I could swear I was just under the limit.”
His eyes narrowed further. “Are you arguing