It´s all pretend

Meanwhile, on the set:

Stacy felt as though she was inhabiting a body that wasn’t truly hers. The personal assistant uniform acted like a costume that justified everything: her behavior, her boldness, her arousal. As long as she was playing the role, nothing she did was really her. It was just an act. A job. Something innocent and professional.

And she was very good at it.

“I’ll do everything possible as your personal assistant to make you feel relaxed and happy, sir,” Stacy said, looking toward the shadows where Richard sat.

“You know what, Mr. Richard? I’m delighted to be working for you. You’re a generous, kind boss… and also very attractive,” she added with a playful giggle. “I’ve prepared a little schedule of your duties for today. Would you like me to show it to you?”

Victor and the photographer kept encouraging her with compliments that felt like hot caresses across Stacy’s body.

“Very good, Stacy. Keep going, beautiful. You’re incredible.”

Richard remained silent in his armchair, watching her intently.

“Alright, Stacy,” Victor said, approaching her with the dildo. “Take the toy and continue with your performance. You’re the best.”

Stacy took it, biting her lip. She looked toward the armchair where Richard was sitting and whispered in an innocent yet mischievous voice:

“Wow… it’s so big. I don’t know if it’ll fit… I’m not used to this size.”

“I’m sure you would get me used to this size, wouldn’t you, Mr. Richard?”

She knelt down, spread her legs, and looked directly toward the shadow of the patron.

“I’m going to open my little hole for you… Please, look at it closely.”

Stacy was getting more and more turned on by her own words. Every dirty phrase that left her mouth sent a shiver of forbidden pleasure through her.

“I want it all the way inside, Mr. Richard… I love that you’re watching me.”

The session was an absolute success.