Interview with Kitty Cat

Kitty Cat just finished her very first scene. She sits back on the couch in nothing but a tiny black thong, legs tucked under her, blonde hair still messy from the lights. The camera catches every freckle on her skin when she leans forward and starts to talk. She laughs, low and a little shy, when she remembers stepping through the door earlier that morning. She admits she’d never seen so many cameras in one room. Her voice drops when she describes the exact moment the director said “action” and every eye in the place turned to her. She still feels the heat of it, she says, and shifts on the cushion, pressing her thighs together. Kitty traces one fingertip along the edge of her thong, explaining how wet she got the second she pulled her dress over her head on set. She tells us she liked the stretch and burn of being watched, liked knowing the lens would keep every twitch, every gasp. When she talks about her first orgasm under the lights she bites her lower lip and the flush creeps down her throat to her small, bare breasts. She leans back, spreads her knees a little, and admits she already wants to come back. The camera lingers on her fingers as they slip beneath the thin black strip of fabric, proving she means every word.