Summer 2021
This story picks up, in a way, right where the last story left off. After the "Small" party I threw to get as many ladies as possible back to the Lodge had ended, I was left with only two occupants in the house. Anya Taylor-Joy, who had always planned to stay over after the party, and Ana De Armas, who decided to in the spur of the moment while things were in full swing. Now, I know what you're thinking, obviously I tore into that pair the second I was able to. But, after the party I was in desperate need of a break. And so the three of us just enjoyed some downtime in the evening, watching the sun go down as we hung out by the pool. It was nice and relaxing, even if I was tempted to not rest by the sight of Ana floating naked in the water, and Anya laying nude on a deck chair.
When that was finished, all of us went inside in order to transition fully into "nighttime" mode. Step one of that was to head to my master bedroom and clean up from the pool, as well as the day's previous activities. It was there that things took an interesting turn. You see, since Ana had randomly decided to stay, she didn't exactly have any extra clothes to change into. Luckily there was a wardrobe of some basic cozy/pajama type clothes for women that I keep on hand, as this was not the first instance of one opting to sleep over without prior planning (Anya's first time here presented the same issue, actually). So, while Ana was digging through the drawers, Anya was wandering around the room. That was when she saw the Polaroid camera that I kept on hand to document the parties without phones or digital evidence. Unfortunately for that day, the camera was untouched.
"Awww, you forgot to break out the camera today," Anya lamented.
"Ah, damn, you're right,"
"Camera?" Ana said as she turned, her eyebrows raised expectantly, her mouth ready to crack into a smile.
"Yeah, see?" Anya held up the Polaroid as Ana saw it.
The flash went off just as Ana turned herself into a perfect pose. One leg popped out, her back arched slightly, her head tilted away as she looked into the difference. Perfect Monroe pose, made all the better by the fact that she was nude. She laughed as the picture popped out and Anya snatched it.
"I thought you meant like a...you know, 'other' camera," Ana said.
"Ohh no," Anya said as she shook her head.
"That camera is over there," Anya pointed to my closet, where an actual video camera sat on a shelf. The one whose memory card I was *very* careful with. As in, wiped frequently, and uploaded the videos to a hard drive that didn't connect to the internet. Anya gracefully strolled over, slid the door open, and found it on the shelf.
"Ohh," Ana said, this time grinning at the implication.
"What's on it right now?" Anya asked me as she reentered the room, turning it on. Anya knew how to work it from prior experience.
"Nothing right now," I shook my head. "Cleared it out a while ago. Haven't really used it since."
"Aww, that's no fun," Anya said as she raised the camera, and then flipped out the display screen from the side.
Now, to jump ahead. After the three of us were done using the camera, I set it aside on my night stand in order to remember to empty the memory card and then wipe it again. But I didn't get to that for a few days. In the meantime, after Anya and Ana had left the house, I had a scheduled video chat with Emma Watson. It was our usual check-in, say hey, catch up type conversation. We had them often, usually just to chat, sometimes to do some dirty stuff (Emma liked to dirty talk while getting herself off), and sometimes we'd just talk about books. They weren't always sexual, but this day's conversation took that turn very fast. Emma couldn't attend the party, being in England, so naturally she wanted to be caught up on what happened.
So, I recapped the party to Emma. Not in every single detail, mind you, but the important things. Like how we now had new members. And how the basement was now fully operational. Which is what led Emma and I to have a conversation about what was in it. Emma was of course curious about a few different things, but more on that later as well.
But then came the point in the story where things took a turn. Once I had wrapped up the story, I mentioned to Emma that both Anya and Ana had stayed overnight afterward. Emma laughed at this, as we had had conversations in the past about specific girls. Emma knew how things went with Anya, and she also knew how intense things could get with Ana.
"God...I can only imagine. I would've loved to have seen it," Emma said over our video call.
I glanced to the nightstand beside me, where the video camera still sat. I bit my lip in intense thought, debating if I should say anything at all. It was technically breaking the rules that were there for security purposes, but then again, Emma and I had a secure connection for our video chats.
"What?" Emma asked as she saw my pensive face.
"Do you want to?" I asked back.
"Want to what?"
"...see some of it?"
"Excuse me?"
I leaned over to the side, and then pulled the camera into frame so Emma could see it. Her mouth dropped open, and her eyes went wide.
"Ohh you sneaky bastard, you filmed it?" Emma laughed.
"It wasn't my idea, I swear."
"I'm sure," Emma said with a cheeky grin.
I shrugged, and Emma kept staring through the webcam.
"So, do you want to watch some?" I asked.
"Trying to get me all worked up before bed, is that it?" Emma asked. With the time difference, it was basically morning for me, bedtime for her.
