Home, sleep, and back to work tomorrow

As it turns out, staying up hard at work pays off. The boss is surprisingly impressed with you and Sabrina, and doesn't complain when the two of you take your lunch break at the cafe across the street. He's also too busy to be intrigued by two straight opposite-gender nineteen-year-olds wanting to spend time together alone.

That said, you'd be kidding yourself if you called it anything close to a date. Sabrina's just nervous about eavesdropping, and apparently she loves the mochas at this place. Fortunately, it's not too busy, and after ordering some food, you manage to score an inconspicuous table in the corner.

"I did some research last night," you say as you sit down. By 'research', you mean 'furiously wanked over this gorgeous woman and her public displays of sluttery until your wrist felt like it would fall off'. "I have a few ideas."

"Great!" Even after admitting she's in it for the sexual gratification and not the money, Sabrina still seems to be approaching this like a business relationship. At least she's not freaking out like last night. "What do you think of my current portfolio?"

"Your outfits are really cute, and you're a natural in front of the camera. Your main, uh..." You struggle for a corporatese word. "...bottleneck is that softcore pictures aren't really enough to sustain your audience. They're not a detriment, but customers aren't really willing to pay just for stills of your body."

"That's true..."

The barista comes over with your coffee, and you wait for him to leave before continuing. "Your published videos are good so far. Your enthusiasm is especially strong, and it shows in the way you pose for the camera and play with your, er, your breasts. It really helps hold your audience's attention. That said, I think you need to focus on, um, livelier content if you want more exposure." That last word makes Sabrina perk up a little.

"Like my unpublished videos. We just need to refine them." Sabrina pauses to sip her coffee. You're still can't entirely believe you're having a conversation like this with her. Today she's wearing a knee-length pencil skirt and a periwinkle blouse - a bold choice of colour among the usual greys of the office, maybe, but otherwise pretty mundane. Yet with all the time you've spent looking at her in varying degrees of undress and arousal, anything looks sexy on her gentle curves. "Do you think I should start with masturbating, or just release my stripteases for now?"

Such a dirty sentence to casually drop. You think she should start with spending the night in your bed, but you doubt Sabrina will accept that as an answer. "The stripping is more on brand, and we want to keep viewers hooked, so building up to more, um, graphic stuff constitutes a viable roadmap, yes." It's becoming increasingly difficult to talk about Sabrina fingering herself in public without sounding like a pimp.

"Good point. I was thinking..." Sabrina pulls out her phone and scrolls for a little before turning it to show you a video. In it, she's pulling away her clothes to show off her assets in the mirror of some kind of public bathroom. She's so unbothered about showing you this... she's even looking you in the eyes right now, watching you watch her bend over and spread her pussy. You try to will your dick to stay soft. "This seems like a good starting place. We can just cut off the top to hide my face."

"Hmm... your face isn't at a constant level, though. The camera's shaking a lot. And it would take some work to blur out."

"Yeah." Sighing, Sabrina relaxes back in her chair. "It's really hard to take off my clothes while holding my phone, especially when I'm trying not to get caught. Plus, I'm trying to be sexy the whole time. I wish it was easier to show off my body."

You keep a neutral expression. "Agreed."

Then, Sabrina leans forward over the table, a smile playing out over her lips. "Why don't you do it, John? Hold the camera while I perform. If I can just focus on stripping and playing with myself, my content will be more watchable. Plus, you can make sure my face or anything identifying stays out of frame."

You... the cameraman? You'd get to sit there and watch her get naked, and fuck herself, and even cum. On your phone screen is one thing, but seeing Sabrina slut it up in the flesh...

Sabrina tilts her head. "It's okay if that'd be too awkward. You don't have to."

"No, no, that's... perfect- uh, perfectly fine. I'd be happy to film you." Now you've just got to figure out how to act natural while you literally make porn with Sabrina.

"Awesome!" Sabrina straightens. "When do you want to start?"