Backstage with Essy

I still get a kick telling how this went down. A girl shows up wanting to shoot, girlfriend in tow to do her makeup, hair, whatever. We start rolling, things heat up, and suddenly I’m wrist-deep, fisting Essy while her girl eggs us on. Couldn’t make that up. Afterwards I told Essy, “Free lesson whenever you want—you’re a natural.” She grinned like she already knew it.