Get ready to perform solo

"Do I... Just begin?", you ask nervously. You don't feel particularly horny yet, and all the crew and equipment is making you rather on edge. You don't even know where to begin with what will be expected of you.

"Whenever you're ready", the director answers, diving his head behind one of the larger cameras. "We're already rolling".

Your gulp, your hands shaking as you start taking off your dress. You feel like you could have used a little more guidance, and at this point you don't even know whether you're fully mentally committed yet. You actually feel rather self-conscious, and you've noticed by now that you've started trembling slightly. Although you've decided that you're really going through with this, it's still rather uncomfortable having to perform in front of... Well... You don't even know where to begin looking. At yourself? Or at one of the multiple cameras pointed at you?

It doesn't help that there are also several crewmembers and a director gazing your way, and even Honey seems to have taken a seat to watch you. When she notices the slightly concerned look on your face she simply smiles and gives you a thumbs-up. You swiftly cast your gaze downwards and continue undressing, sliding down your skirt and panties but deciding to keep your heels on. They certainly accentuate your smooth legs, and every little boost to your self-esteem helps right now.

You reach behind your back, and unclasp your bra. You pull the straps off of your shoulders, slowly moving the fabric away from your breasts. You gently cup them with your hands, offering the cameras a smile as you allow them to get a good shot of your tits. Your nipples harden some as you rub your thumbs over them, and you can hear the faint sounds of the director commanding one the cameraman to zoom in on your chest. You slide your hands away from your breasts, allowing the bra to fall to the ground besides the bed. For a brief moment you fear that you might not be aroused enough to proceed any further than this; your mind currently racing with far too many thoughts and concerns.

You exhale and try your best to relax, leaning down backwards and kicking away your discarded lower garments with one foot. You close your eyes, desperately trying to visualize any sexy imagery you can think of to better get yourself in the mood. To your surprise someone seems to have turned on a speaker somewhere, as suddenly you become aware of soft smooth jazz playing in the background. It's certainly soothing, and when you open your eyes again you also notice that the lights have dimmed. You're illuminated by mood lighting now, which is a lot comfortable.

You clench your teeth as you resume touching yourself. Your hands move back to your breasts as you resume to caress and fondle them, making sure to squeeze them gently. You open your mouth in a silent gasp as you knead the soft flesh, one finger gently flicking your right nipple. You slowly begin making your way down your hips and legs, running your hands up and down them lightly. You think you're starting to feel it now; slight arousal forming at your self-inflicted affections.

You let out a small sigh as you cautiously move one hand in-between your thighs, and when you quickly run one exploratory finger along your slit, you are almost relieved to find yourself close to dripping with excitement. Apparently you were far more excited than you realized; and you decide to let go of your worry. You start rubbing yourself, making small circles while your other hand cups your breast again. You start spreading your legs further, now a lot more confident that you can provide a show for the audience.

The cameras gets closer as you begin to masturbate. You **** a soft smile as the camera focuses on your fingers slowly entering you. You start to moan as you plunge your fingers in and out; the sensation familiar and wonderful. This is something you've practiced many a time before in private, and you let go of your breast and start using your other hand to play with your clit. With your eyes closed you could almost act on instinct alone, but facing the cameras really drives the point home that you're supposed to make a show of it. You quickly lift your hand and put one of your wet fingers in your mouth, having a brief taste of your lost innocence while trying to gaze lustfully into the nearest camera. It's a pleasant flavor, if slightly bitter.

You decide to reposition yourself on the bed, turning yourself over to give the camera a good view of your smooth butt. You get on your knees and plant your chin down on the bed while sticking your ass up in the air; swaying it ever so slightly. You're about to reach underneath in order to resume fondling yourself when you notice a neon green dildo sticking out diagonally underneath one of the displaced pillows on the bed in front of you. You could probably use it to spice up your performance further, but it's rather large...