Hang onto Sabrina's panties for... safekeeping

You don't want to humiliate Sabrina, at least not in a way she hasn't agreed to first, so you can't exactly burst into a meeting and hand her a pair of used underwear. Going commando might be unpleasant, but it beats the alternative. For now, you decide the best plan of action is to forget about her panties, keep working, and when she's ready to reclaim them, she'll come to you.

However, you don't see a hair of Sabrina until some time past six, when she approaches your desk with a polite smile that quickly disappears when she's out of anyone else's sight.

"I've lost my panties," murmurs Sabrina as she sits across from you. "I finally got out of work and checked the cafe just now, but they're gone."

You raise one eyebrow. "So you've gone all day with your, uh, regions exposed?"

"Essentially. Ugh, I'm so embarrassed." Sabrina rubs her forehead.

"I thought you enjoyed that feeling." You're not going to keep her from her panties much longer. You're just curious.

Sabrina huffs. "Yeah, but that's half the problem. I can't be getting aroused all day while I'm trying to make a good impression here." You notice that she keeps crossing and uncrossing her slender legs.

"So... I guess you've got a lot of steam to let off." You try to sound sympathetic, rather than opportunistic.

"No kidding. This is why I shave down there, so the smell doesn't --" Sabrina swallows and straightens. "Anyway, have you looked over the video?"

"I gave it a quick check." You'd already lost count of how many times you'd watched it about an hour after the incident. "You look good. I think the camera angle is definitely an improvement, and you were right, the interruption is a nice touch."

"You didn't catch anyone's face?" It's clear that Sabrina's distracted and slightly nervous. A pinch of guilt hits you.

"No, it's all safe. Impossible to tell it's you." After taking a deep breath, you say, "Oh, yeah," as if you just remembered something. You reach into your jacket and pull out your panties. "That's right, I took them with me, since a cafe isn't exactly the safest place to store underwear."

Sabrina lets out a sigh of relief. "Oh, thank god. Of course you took them with you. I don't know why I didn't come to you earlier, John." If she's as horny as she claims, you can guess why. Looking carefully over her shoulder, she slides the garment up her legs and beneath her skirt again.

Time to make the next move. "Say, if you're so pent up, I was thinking we could head back to mine and, y'know..."

"Make some more content? Good thinking." Sabrina nods. "I'd prefer to go to my house, though, so I can get changed. We can film anywhere, of course."

"Uh, sure. Exactly." Not a complete defeat. Recording Sabrina masturbating is a better position than you were in 24 hours ago, but it still makes you feel like some kind of cuck. "Did you have any ideas for the theme, or the location?"

"We'll think of something. It's a half-hour train ride."

Unfortunately, you spend most of that time staring out the window, vainly plotting how to get into Sabrina's pants. She's so enthusiastic about being a slut around you. Doesn't that translate to wanting to fuck you? Maybe it does, and she's just shy about it. She is a virgin, after all. You just have to phrase the offer of sex in the right way.

Sabrina takes you to a small one-bedroom terrace on a quiet street. The inside is, of course, tidy and tasteful, with potted plants on the kitchen counter and abstract art hanging above her sofa. Even knowing how much she's getting from the internship, it's a surprisingly impressive home for a single student.

As Sabrina closes the door, she checks her phone and raises her eyebrows. "You were right, John. The cafe short is already popular. So many people have seen it. All those eyes on me..." She swallows. "Publishing it as a preview was the right move."

"That's great." You take a slightly awkward seat on her sofa. "For the next one, I was thinking we could introduce some more..." You pause as you search for the perfect synonym. "...collaboration. You're alone in your content so far."

Sitting down beside you, Sabrina lights up ever so slightly. "You think we should be more risky?"

"I mean... other actors, if that makes sense."

"Oh. I'd rather keep my brand's horny virgin motif." Hesitantly Sabrina adds, "And I don't want to be sexually involved with just anyone. I'd like to have an emotional connection first."

An emotional connection?! Well, there goes your chances of ever fucking Sabrina. "They don't need to do anything with you," you respond, trying to play your idea down. "If they just pretend to be a stranger that sees you, it would make the video more exciting. Like the barista today, except staged."

"Mmmm, I don't know. That feels inauthentic. All of my content so far has just been me having fun, no acting." Sabrina adjusts her skirt. Right. She's in this mostly for the kink, partly for the attention, and not really for the money. "I do like the idea of being seen, though," she adds. "If only there were no consequences."

"Right. Makes sense." Sounds like you need to come up with a legitimate idea. To be fair, Sabrina's literally planning to play with herself in front of your camera. Still a win. It's just that the focus is on her pleasure, not yours. After all, you're not an amateur porn star.

Running hands through her dark hair, Sabrina stands up. "I'll go change into something nice for the video while you think of something."

"Sure thing." You have all the power in the world right now. You just need to come up with something clever enough to satisfy Sabrina without leaving your balls blue.