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from the sponsors and the AVA sponsors are almost all of the sexual variety. This should be very interesting.
    “You wanna have some fun with our new stuff?” James grins playfully.
    I give him a smirk, but soon I’m laughing. I don’t reply. I’m not entirely sure if I want to explore the mysteries of the swag bags, but part of me thinks it might be exciting to give them a try. After all, there’s no better person to experiment with than a man who literally did this for a living.
    I’m still undecided when we get back to the room, but I feel it’s very likely I’ll be exploring something new tonight.
     

Chapter 3 - James
     
    Lola seems a lot more bubbly as we walk into the suite. I’m glad that she’s relaxed because I know she’s been feeling a little uncomfortable being tossed in a room with hundreds of porn stars. This world is very different from what she’s used to and I think she was a little freaked out when they talked about some of our kinkier shoots. She definitely wasn't feeling Tara Morgan's whole performance and I know it’s a lot to take in at one time, especially for a girl like her who hasn’t had a lot of experience.
    She puts her gift bag down on the coffee table and peeks inside. She’s got this sexy, curious smile on her face and I watch her closely as she opens it up and starts taking things out.
    “So, what do we have here?” she giggles and pulls out a box containing a curvy g-spot vibrator. “Looks like some of these things were created by NASA scientists, for fuck’s sake!”
    I laugh loudly and step closer to her, enjoying her surprise as she examines our new toys. There are about a zillion different dildos ranging in size from regular to John Holmes—which is, coincidentally, about the same size as me. We’ve got nipple clamps, a couple small suede floggers, a riding crop with a leather heart at the end, a Fleshlight, massage oils, lube, flavored condoms, paddles, cuffs, gags, and even a studded collar, which makes her dramatically roll her eyes. Lola is not a fan of Dominance and submission.
    “What the fuck is this?” she flushes as she takes out an electro fetish box. “It’s got fucking diodes and shit! It’s like a sex Tesla coil!”
    I’m cracking up as I take it from her and set it aside. “You don’t even need to know about that. That’s fetish stuff you shouldn’t think about,” I answer.
    She’s blushing bright pink and she gives me a kiss. “You know, I think you’re probably right.”
    “Did you see this one?” I ask her as I take out a wireless, remote vibe set and hand it to her.
    She examines it through the plastic and reads the information on the back. “This is one of those ‘discrete’ things?” she asks.
    “Yeah,” I nod. “Like, we’d be at a party or something and this part would be inside you, then I’d have the remote and I could activate it from across the room and watch you try not to come.”
    “That seems … mean,” she laughs.
    I snicker and nod. “It’s about the girl not having any control over her orgasm—like, I could make you come anywhere and you’d have no choice because it’d feel so good inside you.”
    “Hmm,” she purses her lips and examines it.
    “Wanna try it right now?” I grin at her.
    “Seriously?” she giggles, but I note that she doesn’t say no.
    “Just real quick,” I say, putting on my most seductive grin.
    “You’re nothing but trouble,” she chuckles.
    “How about just for, like, two minutes—just while we finish going through this stuff so you can be standing here and trying to concentrate and we can see how long it takes you to come,” I propose.
    She pauses, gives me a smirk and rolls her eyes. “Alright, fine,” she says after a beat. Wow! She’s down with it! Awesome!
    “Nice!” I laugh and sit her down on the couch.
    She’s giggling as I reach under her dress and slide her panties off. I run my hands up and down the insides of her thighs and ease her back, hiking