Page 33 of Reality Girl, Ep. 3

I stepped into the hallway, only to meet Eric as he came of the top of the steps.

I shot him a glare. “What the fuck was that?”

“I thought you wanted something that they could air on the show?”

“They pay a team of pot smoking idiots to edit that shit, Eric. Give them everything and they turn it into whatever they want. But if you give them kissing, they can’t make it sexy. This show caters to adults, not teens.”

He raised both hands and acted like he was squeezing a tit. “I squeezed her boobs.”

“Yeah.” I sighed. “I saw that. It was the highlight of the show. Kelli’s going to shit.”

His face washed with worry. “Do you think so?”

“I know so.”

“I thought I did good.”

“She gave you a fucking hand job.” I pressed my hands to my hips and did my best to act aggravated. “I felt like I was in high school.”

“She didn’t even finish.”

I arched an eyebrow. “Did you feel like you were in high school?”

He nodded. “Yeah, kind of.”

Despite being sober, I was exhausted and didn’t really want to stand there and attempt to resolve the issue completely. “Look,” I said. “We’ll figure it out tomorrow.”

His shoulders slumped. “Sorry.”

“Sorry doesn’t fix it,” I said. “Be ready tomorrow to talk this out.”

“Okay.”

“Goodnight,” I said.

“Goodnight.”

Kelli was going to kill me.

I just hoped I got a good night’s sleep first.