Crashpad Chronicles (5H Explicit)

Ep 6 - Ride It - feat. Lauren (& Camila)

WARNING: Surprise, it's EXPLICIT!

[To Listen To: "Pony", by Ginuwine] 😆

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Lauren's POV

Seriously, what the fuck is this thing?

I swallow hard, staring at the contraption Ally ordered for the-- my next, and first solo scene.

No matter how much I tried to get out of it, none of them were having it.

Out of the goodness of her heart, Dinah told me to go ahead and come early by myself, just so I can 'get comfortable', and 'give'r a whirl'.

This is probably the most awkward fucking thing in my life-- being alone in an empty room, with a fucking sybian.

Why didn't I just google this shit like a normal person, instead of telling the girls I didn't know what it was?

I take a few tentative steps forward, looking at the leather wrapped, um-- saddle-- and the various...attachments, it could be paired up with.

Obviously, I'm not starting myself off with the massive dong laying on its side. Especially when Ally put a little pink post-it on it with the words, 'this one's my fave!', and a happy fucking face with a tongue sticking out.

Curious, I touch the textured surface of one of the other...less threatening, peripherals.

Okay, this one's not too bad-- it's a little bit soft, but a little bit hard. Since it's all wired to basically be one huge, moving vibrator that you sit on, it can't be all that--

I shake my head, rolling my eyes at the same time.

I'm not really gonna practice ride this thing, am I?

Oh god, am I?

Fuuuck, what did I get myself into?

Okay, woman up, Lauren. Logistically, as scary as it looks, it has to at least feel good, right? I don't want to be completely caught off-guard when the camera starts rolling, so...

Right, okay then.

Dinah said I get a few hours with this thing, I might as well get to know it. I dim the light a little, and turn some music on, trying to make this just a little less awkward.

I take a deep breath, and clap my hands together. I'm a professional now.

Time to ride this pony.

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Camila's POV

Dinah: call time got pushed earlier, get your butt down here. But be quiet, we're starting to film soon.

God, she's so bossy all the time.

I take a moment to text back, letting her know I'm pretty much here. I walk into the small studio, hearing music playing loudly.

I guess they already started.

I tread my way in a little more lightly, slipping my shoes off. Right before I round the corner, my phone buzzes, and I pull it out to see another message from Dinah.

Dinah: Great!
Dinah: ps, you're welcum 👅👅

I side-eye my phone, and stuff it back into my pocket.

What the fuck is that even supposed to mean?

My eyes lift, and instantly, I freeze.

In the dimmed room, I see Lauren.