No, not enough time!

I look down at my erect nipples and moist thighs, feeling **** to finish what I started. My skin feels like it’s engulfed with flames and my core is so wound up I could explode at any moment.

But then I remember the shoot that I have to get to. There’s no way I’ll make it there on time if I finish masturbating here.

So despite my own desires in this moment, I **** my hands to my sides and away from my wet lips. Part of me regrets this decision, but I know it’s the right thing, even if I hate myself for doing it.

“Why’d you have to turn me on so much…” I think to myself, projecting the blame onto Jack and Naomi.

Now sexually frustrated and incredibly horny, I begin to make my way down the hall and into the studio. Having my hands to my sides makes me feel more aware of my nudity, as my tits jiggle with each step and my bare thighs develop goosebumps underneath the palm of my hand.

It takes an ungodly amount of willpower to not shove a hand down my crotch, but I know if I did just that I would be rubbing my clit in no time.

“Taxes, Taxes, bills, rent, taxes…” I repeat in my mind as an anti-horny mantra. I need to calm down long enough to last this next shoot. The last thing I’d need is another orgasm being video taped today.

Eventually, I find myself outside the studio with sounds of crew members talking behind the door. I stand still for a second to compose myself, before ripping this humiliating bandage off and opening the door.

I look inside to see about 5 to six crew members manning cameras and microphones, making some last minute adjustments before the shooting begins. I look around the room some more and find that I’m not the sole nudist in this production as both Jack and Ashely are here too.

Jack seems to be busy talking with a **** crew member. He’s wearing a headset and holding a clip board in his hands. The guy he’s talking too seems almost dejected, his eyes refusing to make contact with his own as he stares vaguely off into the distance. I wouldn’t blame him though, as the last thing I want to see in a professional news set is a flaccid cock and a pair of balls, especially when Ashely is a lot more his type.

Speaking of which, I look over to the news set to see Ashely sitting at the desk with a makeup brush in her hands. She seems to be doing some final touches before cameras roll.

My heart is racing, both in part due to the embarrassment of being nude in front of so many guys and still recovering from my small jilling session back in the hall. I hesitantly step forward and before I can even get on set the crew notices me.

“Oh shit look, it’s Sophie!” One camera operator says to the other, his eyes burrowing into my bare chest. I take one arm and hold it up against my tits. I let out the tiniest of moans as my arm grazes my still erect nipples, but thankfully no one seems to have noticed.

“She’s fine as hell!”

“You heard what she did last shoot? Fucking incredible to see!”

“No? What happened??”

“She totally jerked off on camera! I was there filming it!”

My skin crawls from head to toe as I remember that humiliating shoot. I figured that word would spread fast about it amongst the crew, but thankfully Jack and the others don’t seem to be in the know yet.

Jack turns around and spots me through the crowd of studio equipment and crew members. He walks up to me with a relieved smile on his face.

“Great, you’re here! Was thinking you bailed on us last minute,” Jack says to me.

“Y-Yeah…” I reply back, too overwhelmed to give a full answer. My eyes drift down to his still wet and flaccid cock, which means he didn’t even clean Naomi’s spit off himself before getting here.

“Just head up on stage and we’ll begin shortly!” Jack says before turning back towards the crew.