MONDAY
Layla woke up. She was alone in bed, unless you counted her morning wood. Like most of her dreams, her bedside companion was gone once she awoke. Then again... she was still in Selena's house. It didn't seem likely that she had dreamed up her previous encounter with Selena Grande, yet still woke up in her house. That would push the limits of even the most dedicated sleepwalker.
Layla yawned, scratched her scalp and rolled to the edge of the bed. The side where Selena had slept was cold, though there was a wrinkled dimple in the bed where she had been. Layla pulled the robe from the floor and threw it on. She walked out the bedroom door and heard a grinding noise in the distance. The sound took her in the direction of the kitchen.
She found the source of the noise, and Selena sitting beside it. She was operating a blender filled with a swirling green tornado. Selena turned, those golden locks tumbling about her shoulders like a shampoo commercial. It was whatever-o'clock in the morning, and Selena looked absolutely fabulous. Long lashes, clear skin, beautiful blue eyes, dressed immaculately in a black-and-white dress that was fashionable yet casual. To tie it all together... there was that gentle bulge between her legs where the dress was just tight enough to show the base of her cock.
"Good morning." Selena waved, giving the mixture in the blender another spin.
Still processing the intense beauty of Selena, Layla ran back to the bedroom. She threw off her robe and entered the shower.
Selena had followed her, and spoke up just before Layla figured out how to turn on the water with the weird one-knob contraption this shower was equipped with. "What's up, Layla?" She called through the slightly open door.
"I'm just..." There was the sound of a bar of soap being scrubbed vigorously against skin. "I just want to shower."
"Layla, I looked just like you did when I rolled out of bed, OK?" Selena said, through the shower curtain. "No need to be self-conscious about it."
"How can I not be self-conscious when you look like you're ready for a photo shoot or something?"
"I've been up for an hour. You just woke up."
"That only took you an hour?"
"What can I say? I'm a busy woman. I know what works, and what's fast."
Selena stood there a little while longer, watching the white plume of steam emerge from above the doorway and spread across the ceiling. Selena entered the bathroom and put her hand behind the shower curtain. Layla cried out, but all the invading hand did was turn the water temperature down.
"You don't want to do hot showers." Selena said as her hand vanished back behind the curtain.
Layla was in Selena's shower, and her hand reached in... and she just pulled the Dad move of turning down the thermostat. Selena continued to defy her expectations. She was too surprised to even ask why.
Layla showered quickly, dried her hair and returned to the kitchen, considerably more presentable... but still in her bathrobe. Selena was drinking the green concoction she had blended.
"Is that seaweed?" Layla asked.
Selena pulled the glass away from her mouth. "Try it." She said, offering it to Layla.
She accepted it, but looked at it uneasily. "Avocado?"
"Just give it a try."
She took a sip. The smoothie moved slowly, like partially melted ice cream. Layla only got a little taste. The flavor was familiar, though she couldn't immediately identify it. "I don't know what that is."
"Everyone's eaten this." Selena hinted. "Maybe with some peanut butter."
The light bulb went on over Layla's head. "Celery!"
Selena snapped her finger at the correct answer, taking the glass back and drinking the rest of the cold mixture in two long sips, a big breath separating the two.
"Is that your breakfast?" Layla asked, looking at the now empty and lightly-streaked glass.
"Most days." Selena exhaled. "A cold smoothie might not be what others would want for breakfast in January, but that's me. If I'm really peckish, I'll have a bagel or wheat toast or an egg white omelet. But I'm low on egg whites."
"Why..." Layla stopped herself from asking what now appeared to be an obvious question. An article she read a long time ago popped back into her mind like a groundhog. "Wait." She pointed one finger upwards. "I think this is starting to make sense. Celery, no hot showers... by chance, do you drink pineapple juice?"
Selena pointed to the fridge. "Help yourself." Layla opened the stainless steel refrigerator covered in travel magnets and found about forty cans of pineapple juice in varying sizes, mostly one-serving cans. Selena continued, "I wish they made them in twenty-ounce bottles, because they only seem to come in ten ounces or forty ounces. Forty ounces would be an awful lot to drink all at once."
Layla accepted one of the many cans, taking one from the door. She opened it and took a sip. "So... we all know the urban legend that eating or drinking pineapple makes come taste better."
"Excuse me." Selena interrupted. "Bigfoot is an urban legend. The pineapple thing is absolutely, definitely, verifiably true."
"Well, OK. I hadn't done the research on that." Layla sat at the island near Selena. "So the pineapple is for flavor, but celery is mostly for increasing... volume."
"The volume is the main concern, obviously." Selena said. "Staying hydrated, zinc supplements, lecithin... it's all perfectly safe, and it increases how much I can come."
Layla finished her can, gesturing with it to ask where she should put the recycling. Selena pointed to a lower drawer that opened to reveal a plastic bin half-filled with cans. Layla released the can into the bin.
"Rinse it?" Selena said the moment before the can clattered against the others in the bin. "Ah, whatever. It goes out tomorrow anyway. In the summer, I have to rinse them all or I'll have fruit flies. Awful disgusting little things."
"So... are you saying I should start taking pills or whatever to come harder?" Layla asked.
"You shouldn't take ANYTHING without talking to a doctor first. Even vitamins can be harmful if you take them when your body doesn't need it."
"Well..." Layla trailed off.
"You don't have health insurance?"
"I might still be on my mom's plan."
A gentle pause. "If you don't have it, get it. Your body is how you make money. It is your musical instrument. Take good care of it."
"Is everything you do to make your cumshots as big as possible?"
"Everything I do, outside of some leisure activities, is to make sure I perform my job as best I can." Selena explained. "It's not that I'm obsessed, or that I can't miss a dose of my pills or I have to do everything a certain way. I try to adhere to my diet and routine as much as I can, considering my job takes me all over the place at random days."
"Are you going to feed me smoothies?"
"The volume of your ejaculate doesn't matter if you can't control it. We're going to focus on controlling that. It's like learning to play acoustic guitar before electric. So... once you've had breakfast, we'll head back to your place and get whatever you need to stay here for a while. And I'll see if I can teach you how to hold back."
"Sure." A small silence. "If there's no smoothie for me, then I'm just going to eat my leftover pizza."
"Go for it." She gestured to the fridge again. "That's a perfectly fine breakfast in my book."
Layla retrieved her leftovers and munched gently at one cold piece of pizza. She looked at the base of the blender as Selena loaded the blender jar into her dishwasher. The brand name jumped out at her.
"This is a BlendTec?" She asked, in a way that made her feel silly right afterwards. The name was right there.
"Yes, it is." Selena smiled broadly, evidently prouder of this purchase than her car. It really looked like she wanted to find a roof on this thing to slap. "I tried blending the crowbar like they didn't have the balls to do for real."
"You certainly have big balls." Layla said. Selena let the silence hang, knowing Layla would ask, "What happened?"
"I broke it. I'm actually lucky I wasn't hurt or killed." She ran her finger along a gouge in the marble countertop. "That's what this mark is from. Not sure what actually hit it, if it was the crowbar or some piece of metal off the blender when it... exploded. Anyway, when I bought the second one on the same day the first one was delivered, they asked me, 'was it defective?' and I said, 'no, I broke it trying to blend the crowbar.' And the woman on the phone very nicely said, 'If we send you another one, please don't do that again. We do say on the videos not to try it at home.' I guess they didn't want any deaths actually attributed to it."
"Did you at least film it?"
"Actually, no." Selena said. "Not even on my phone. I was just curious. I really should've, but I don't own a camera. I'm more of an in-front-of-the-camera kind of woman."
Layla nibbled a little more of her pizza. Selena put her hands on her hips. "Well, I'm ready to go when you are."
Layla started running back to the bedroom, pizza clenched between her teeth. "I'll get dressed." She said.
A few seconds later, she left the bedroom. "My clothes aren't in there. They're by the pool."
Later still, she returned to the kitchen, fully dressed, the pizza gone but for a few slightly greasy fingertips that she wiped on her sweatshirt. Her phone was in her less greasy hand. "I just watched the crowbar thing again. They didn't say 'don't try it at home' in the video."
"They don't?!"
Selena and Layla watched the whole video together, shoulder-to-shoulder, hovering over Layla's phone.
"They don't!" Selena cried.
"Did you know this video is ten years old?"
"Is it really?" Selena looked at the date it was posted. "It doesn't feel like Youtube's been around for ten years at all."
"Sometimes, it feels like you've been around forever, too." Layla said. "I feel like I've been watching for as long as I've... been watching that kind of video."
Selena wore a simple smile. They walked towards the garage. "It's still nice to have someone who will completely own up to masturbating to videos of me."
"I know for a fact that I jerked off to your videos on stream before."
"Now, THAT I want to see."
"Well, you can't see your video in MY video, since I record from my laptop's camera. And my streaming service doesn't save anything automatically. If the video still exists, it's on Xvideos or whatever because someone recorded their screen while I was broadcasting."
"You're lucky." Selena said. "You're making a product that cannot be replicated: the live interaction. Someone pirates one of my movies and I'm out of luck. But then again, the people releasing the DVDs or videos just have to make buying the porn as convenient as possible so they don't bother going through the hoops of pirating it." She opened her car door and Layla hustled around to the other side.
Layla looked away as she was buckling her seat belt. "As a reasonably tech-savvy futa pervert... I should confess that I have pirated a lot of your videos."
