Finish up your work

The next day all you have to do is run some system checks and double-check the backup systems. As the day progresses you get lost in your work and the events from yesterday stop flooding your thoughts.

That is until you see a message in your inbox from Jane. To your shock and utter humiliation, you find the email contains several photos from yesterday’s shoot. But these aren’t the photos you would see in a fashion magazine—these ones capture you in compromising positions, clearly aroused by Sylvie’s alluring presence. One photo even shows the aftermath of your accident with ropes of your seed dripping off Sylvie’s ass!

You feel your face turn crimson with embarrassment as you quickly close the email. What were you thinking? You knew better than to engage with models or photographers.

Trying desperately to regain some semblance of composure, you **** yourself back to work. But every time you glance over at the studio where Jane is taking pictures or catch glimpses of Sylvie passing by in her revealing outfits, all you can think about are the forbidden moments you shared with them yesterday.

The day drags on slowly but eventually, it’s time to head out. Exhausted both physically and mentally from trying to suppress your growing desire for Jane and Sylvie, you hurry through the empty office building, eager to get this horrible day over with.

As you reach the front door, however, you feel a gentle tap on your shoulder. Turning around in surprise, you’re met with Jane’s alluring gaze.

“John, I just wanted to thank you for being such an incredible sport yesterday,” she says in her velvety voice, handing you a business card with her contact information on it. “It takes real courage to do what you did.”

“I-I don’t know what you mean,” you stammer out lamely. “I just did what you told me to do.”

“Don’t play innocent with me, honey,” she chuckles softly, her breath brushing lightly against your cheek as she leans in closer. “I saw how good you looked in those tiny briefs. And think Sylvie did too.”

Leaning closer Jane gives you a quick peck on the check, while her hand brushes against your crotch teasingly before she steps away and sauntered off with an enigmatic smirk on her face. Shocked to the core by this bold display of interest from both Jane and possibly even Sylvie, you stumble out into the cool night air.

The walk back to your hotel seems to stretch on forever, each step a painful reminder of how close yet unreachable these forbidden desires now feel. Your mind is ablaze with images and sensations from the past day’s events—Sylvie’s lithe body moving seductively in front of Jane’s camera lens, Jane’s soft caress against your cheek before you left... you can’t seem to escape them no matter how hard you try.