Sadie edits the video for Marley

I don’t know how long Marley and I pantomimed sex on camera, but at some point, he decided we were done. After a final grind into me and with a final pat to my hip, Marley backs away from me and stands up. “That was great Sadie. I think we have everything I need. If you want to get changed and cleaned up in the bathroom, I’ll put everything back in its place out here.”

Even as Marley gets to work, moving the exercises machines back to where they needed to be, I still take several moments to get my breathing back under control. The thing that actually spurs me to move is the fact that Marley hasn’t turned the camera off, so it’s been filming me just lying here in a nearly blissful post orgasmic state for several minutes. In the bathroom I see what I feared. The clip has done its job and kept me from getting hard. But even soft, I was still dripping precum. I’ve seen it in my panties after I’ve been particularly hot and bothered for extended periods of time. Now it’s not only soaked the front of my panties, but also gone through my yoga pants.

After I change into something a little more ‘normal’… not that wearing tight pink yoga pants and a hot pink sport bra should have ever been ‘normal’ for me… I come back out and see Marley looking over the shoot in his camera. Pulling my phone out I tell him I’m going to grab an uber and see if he wants to share one with me. After he turns the camera off and drops it into his own gym bag he stands and smiles down at me. Putting his arm around my shoulders he turns and guides us toward the door saying, “That won’t be necessary. My car’s out of the shop. Why don’t we ride back together in my that?”

I agree even though being away from Marley for a bit would have served me well. I’m just a little torn up with two emotional tornadoes right now as I hate, absolutely hate, how much he’s able to manipulate me. He’s not evil or maniacal or anything… but his presence is still manipulating me. It’s making me feel small and feminine and protected. At the same time, he turns me on so much. I may not like it, but I can’t deny that he makes me feel sexy and that I find him attractive too. It’s confusing and bad and even twenty minutes apart would have helped since we’re going to spend most of the afternoon together watching video of him touching my body.

When we step out into the chilly afternoon, I glance through the parking lot and try to guess what car is Marley’s. A pickup? An SUV? An older luxury vehicle? Most of the cars in the parking lot are boring cars that wouldn’t tell anything about their owners, but we walk past them. As we’re approaching the back of the lot there are only a couple of cars left. One, an old Cadilac STS, looks like it’s broke down and hasn’t moved in months. It doesn’t look like a car that you’d have just picked up from a garage. But the other car doesn’t exactly fit either.

I’m not the most car guy out there, but I follow a couple car UsTube channels. Most of the time they’re talking about cars I’ll never drive. Lamborghinis, Ferraris, Porches. So, while the other car is a Mercedes, I recognize it as something special. An AMG GT. And not just any Mercedes AMG GT. With the scalloped hood louvers, the deep hood scoops, and the monster wing, this was the AMG GT Black Series.

Evidently Marley felt me stiffen up as we approached it and he hugged me a little tighter asking, “That’s my baby. You like her?”

I look from the car to Marley’s beaming face, back to the car, and back to Marley. “Like her? Are you serious right now? You have a Mercedes Benz AMG GT Black Series? Seriously!? That car has over 700 horsepower! It’ll do zero to sixty in just over three seconds and tops out over two hundred miles per hour! My God Marley, this car cost over three hundred and twenty-five thousand dollars when it was new!”

My dad always said keeping civil conversation was easy. You avoided talking about three things. Politics, religion, and money. If you could do that, then you could talk politely about any other topic. As I realized I’d just talked about that third sinful subject my hands reached up to cover my mouth with a slap even as I say a muffled “i’m sorry marley, I didn’t mean to…”

Marley’s laugh is loud and unashamed as he turns me and pulls me in for a more intense hug. “Oh Sadie, don’t worry one little bit. It shouldn’t surprise me that you know about cars. Yeah, this is my dream car. And I wouldn’t know anything about how much she was new as I couldn’t have afforded it, let alone the dealer mark ups. I bought her earlier this year. She’s three years old and has a ton of miles on her. She’s not some collector’s car… she’s a driver.”

Marley lets go of me and grabs both of our bags, tossing them into the rear hatch before opening the passenger door for me. I approach the car, still in awe of it, and slip in. I blush a bit as the car is so low that I have to take special care and drop into it backward before sliding my legs in together. If I went in with one leg first like normal, I’d end up spreading my legs far to wide. And while I don’t have a skirt on, it’s still nowhere near ‘lady like’.

When we’re on the road, Marley takes my hand and holds it as he drives. To his credit, he doesn’t hot dog the car. Instead, he drives it like any other nice car. Even so, I can hear the rumble of the engine and feel the stiff suspension on the rough roads. Even though I know it would make me feel more ‘girly’ around him, I still find myself wanting to ask him to open it up and drive fast.

I’m able to hold my request in and we instead talk about how Marley came to find the car. Evidently, he’s a car guy and has wanted a car like this for a long time. When he saw this one for sale, he got financed and won the auction for it. I’d felt a little better knowing that he hadn’t spent the $325,000 plus to get the car new. But when he said he didn’t spend that much on it by buying it used, I had assumed it was less than the $275,000 he ended up paying.

When we get back home Marley gets our bags and I take him back to my room. As I’ll want to mix some audio, I close the door. Hooking the camera up to my computer, I first import all the video files. Thankfully, while the Princess Carriage is white with pink and purple lights inside of it and looks all kinds of feminine and girly, Sarah built her to be a mean green streaming machine. A top-of-the-line processor, a massively overpowered graphics card, an over abundance of RAM, and the fastest hard drives out there. Not only could she play the newest games at the highest settings, she could eat up raw 4K video like nobody.

When I have all the footage saved to the Princess Carraige I start scrubbing through it, cutting it into more manageable pieces and cutting out any obvious parts where Marley or I are speaking. Once that’s done, I put on my headset, turn the volume up and start going through each of the video’s individual pieces. I keep my eyes moving, looking for any lighting that won’t work or any movement that looks **** or unexpected. I have to eliminate a couple stretches and two whole yoga poses as they just don’t look natural. All the while I’m editing, I feel Marley next to me, his arm wrapped casually around my shoulders as I lean forward in my chair. And all the while, I’m hearing the sounds Marley and I made during the video session. His grunts and huffs of effort mixing with my grunts and moans of pleasure. Even though I’m trying to focus on the video’s color temperature, lighting, and focus, I still feel myself grow aroused at the rawness of it. The sounds, the sights, all inspiring me to remember how it felt. His touch, his breath.

When I’m finally satisfied that we have it down to only good high-quality scenes, I lean back and take the headset off. When I turn to look at Marley, I see that he’s as calm and as easy-going as he’s ever been. I try to push the arousal to the back of my thoughts as Marley and I talk about the soundtrack. We agree that it should sound sexy. Sensual. But we come at it from different directions. I keep suggesting something slow and slinky and low key. Instrumental and maybe sliding toward club or dance music. A slow steady beat. Marley, on the other hand, goes with a lot of pop songs. Specifically, songs that talk about sex or sexiness. At the end of the day when it’s clear he’s not seeing what I’m imagining or at least not liking what I’m imagining, we find one of his songs that will match up well with the tone we’ve filmed. I’d heard this song before as it was a popular TokTic dance that I never joined in specifically because it seemed a little over the top. At least only a few people will ever see me working out and getting touched and held to the soundtrack of Kim Petras’ Treat Me Like A Slut.

And while I certainly didn’t have to tell Marley, I didn’t want to hold back something that might help him earn the investor’s cash. When I suggested it, he was all for it, so I had to spend another hour or so mixing it in. When everything was all said and done, I took the headset off, leaned back, and watched the finished product with Marley.

It was fast edits, zooming in at times just to Marley’s hands on my body. His dark skin on my pale complexion really made a contrast that was sexy. The cuts matched up with the fast-paced song, but also mixed in well with the original audio. I made sure to line up certain parts where you’d see Marley’s or my mouth when we were groaning, huffing, or moaning and had the audio in addition to the song. The end result was… well, it was fucking hot.

I was beyond achy in my clip. I’m not sure if I was going to be able to get out of the clip and back into the cage without ice being involved as I swear, I think I might break the damned plastic clip with as much as I feel I’m trying to get hard under my panties.

Marley was very happy with the product. With my performance, with the video quality, with the audio engineering, and with the final wrappers with a title screen, and an end credit scene. It all made it look very professional and top shelf.

Knowing that the adult nature of the video as well as using the copyrighted music would get it quickly banned from UsTube or Tremble, I hosted it to an adult password protected site. It was primarily used for home made porn, but I knew it wouldn’t get knocked down there. After giving Marley the address to the video and the password, I formatted the video down into a version that could be emailed. It would be small and of low quality, but it’s something Marley could send that would immediately get the attention of his investor. Then he could follow to the password protected 4K HDR version. Finally, I put all finished versions as well as all the raw footage onto a portable hard drive and handed it to Marley. “I’d give it to you on a thumb drive, but I don’t have a three-terabyte thumb drive!”

As I walk Marley to the door, I see Sarah sitting at the dining room table. Her smirking grin tells me she’s heard what we’ve been working on and is going to want to talk about it once Marley is gone. Which of course makes me go over it again in my head. Not just the final hypersexualized video I’d just produced of a man manipulating me into a moaning mess with a literal wet spot in my crotch, but the actual filming that had me panting and questioning my own sexuality.

I snap out of my own thoughts when I realize we’re standing in front of the door, but I haven’t made any move to open it. Putting a smile on to help cover up my embarrassment, I look up to Marley and gasp as he cups my face and comes down to kiss me. I’m not sure what preceded the kiss… did I say something? Did he say something? Did I brush him in some suggestive manner?... but evidently Marley was VERY happy to kiss me. And this wasn’t a friendly ‘thank you’ kiss. This was him holding me as tenderly as he ever has while sliding his tongue into my mouth. One of his hands remains on my cheek while the other circles around to hold my shoulders and pull my body close to his. I feel my breasts press into his chest while I also feel his manhood’s bulge press into my belly.

When he finally pulls away, I can only stare up at him dumbfounded as he smiles cockily and says “Thanks Sadie. I’ll see you tomorrow for our workout!”

And without another word said, he slips out of the house and off to his car. Sarah’s voice shouldn’t have surprised me, but I still jump a little when I hear her right behind me, “So you’re going to tell me all about that, right?”