Naomi has a video to share

After a long and argumentative shoot, Jack, Ashely and I are sitting in the studio making small talk before I hear a noise coming from Ashely’s purse.

“Oh, let me check this real quick…” Ashely says before rummaging through her purse. She takes out her phone and reads something on the screen.

“Naomi wants us in the editing room. Says she has something cool cooked up!” Ashely says to Jack and I.

“Hmm, she must’ve finished a project, but she rarely has us see it before it gets sent out for posting?” Jack replies.

“Maybe it’s a new blooper reel! Naomi hasn’t done one in a hot second,” Ashely says with a large smile on her face.

“Only one way to find out!” Jack begins to walk out of the studio followed by Ashely. Something about this sudden meeting irks me the wrong way, like something bad’s going to happen to me.

“Well, come on Bestie! She asked for all of us to be there, and we can’t leave you out of this!” Ashley says, holding her hand out towards me and ushering me forward.

Hesitantly, I get out of my chair and leave the studio, trying my best to ignore the snail trail I left on the seat. I feel my heart beating fast through my chest as my mind wanders. What video does she have in store? Please don’t tell me it’s the Elizabeth interview!!

I walk slowly behind my nudist coworkers through the halls to Naomi’s editing den, cautiously looking around and covering my pussy and tits. Occasionally, my eyes drop down to ass level, catching a glimpse or two of Jack’s and Ashely’s rears.

Jack’s ass is shapely, clearly defined with a noticeable curvature to each cheek. Between his legs I even see a peek at his ballsack, wish sags a bit below his butt. In comparison, Ashely’s ass is way fatter, jiggling with each step like a water balloon. It wouldn’t be a stretch to say her booty was bountiful and thick with how curvy it is.

I feel a twinge of guilt along with a tingling sensation in my stomach as I keep looking down at their butts. My conscience is telling me that this is wrong, perverted even, but my loins urge me to keep staring at them.

“You okay back there, girl?” Ashely asks as she looks over her shoulder. I immediately look up away from her cheeks and into her eyes. She seems genuinely concerned, but I don’t have the heart to tell her that I was ogling her buttocks.

“She’s probably just busy looking at your ass, Ashely!” Jack says with a small smirk before lightly patting her ass right in front of me! Ashely lets out a surprised yelp before chuckling to herself.

“Oh STAWP! Not in front of my bestie you perv!” Ashely laughs as she pushes Jack a little to the side.

“I-I-I wasn’t looking…” I reply with an embarrassing stutter. God dammit I sound guilty don’t I?

“Hey, nothing wrong with looking at a piece of cake as good as hers Sophie. I imagine it’s hard not to look at her basketball cheeks walking behind her.”

I can feel my cheeks burning with all this ass talk. I **** my gaze down to the floor, thinking that I can calm myself down my looking at floor tile. This unfortunately doesn’t last long as my eyes gradually move up on their own, catching brief glances at their butts once again.

“Geez I’m pathetic…”

“I don’t mind if you stare, Sophia! If staring at my buns makes you feel happy, then I’m all for it!” Ashely says, stopping in her tracks before rubbing and squeezing the bottom half of her ass. My heart skips a beat looking at her flagrant disregard for shame as she plays with her cheeks for my supposed pleasure.

“Wait, maybe she was looking at my ass too!” Jack says with a cocky smile as he rubs his own butt cheek.

“I can’t with this!” I say aloud, my cheeks burning with embarrassment and core aching for the touch my of hand. If I keep staring at their butts for much long I fear my legs will give in, so I push ahead of them. Having my bare skin rub against their bare skin, even briefly, causes this electric shock sensation all across my body. I don’t think my body can take this much stimuli!

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Finally, me and the perverted nudists behind me enter the editing room, with Naomi sitting at her computer like a tech obsessed gremlin. I can tell from the doorway that she was touching herself too, which at this point doesn’t surprise me.

“Took you long enough,” Naomi says in a deadpan tone before spinning around in her chair to face us.

“Sorry, Jack and I were telling our bestie that staring at our asses is perfectly fine!” Ashely explains.

“For the last time, I wasn’t!” I exclaim, face almost certainly redder than the inside of a watermelon at this point.

“Hmm, ironic… Anyway, wanna see what I cooked up?” Naomi asks.

“Sure thing!” Jack replies.

We all huddle together around Naomi’s computer chair as she pulls of the video file she was working on. As she opens the file in the video player, I can feel my heart racing, no, pounding out of my chest like an orchestra of snares and kick drums. I try to calm myself down, thinking she wouldn’t have the guts to show them that video, right?

But as the video begins to load, I see a familiar face, two in fact. It’s me and Elizabeth in the interview studio.

“Ohhh Isn’t this the interview we got with that old school movie actor?” Ashely asks.

“Yep! But honestly, the real star in this show was the newbie,” Naomi says, her reflection in the computer monitor eyeing me up.

“Fuck, she’s gonna show the whole thing! They’re gonna think I’m a perverted freak!”

Naomi takes her finger and slowly presses the space bar to play the video, edging my inevitable despair like the horny devil she is. As we watch the interview, I can feel a pit of darkness forming in my stomach, and I think Naomi knows it as she looks up at me with a sly grin every couple of seconds.

“Oh wow, you really are a great interviewer, bestie! No wonder Ms. Monroe hired you!” Ashely says, her gaze almost completely transfixed on the screen.

“And she’s pretty good at improv. I don’t remember these questions being in the script.” Jack adds.

We’re about half way through the video, and I’m sweating with fear and anxiety right now! Any minute now, and they’ll see me shamelessly masturbating in front of my interviewee and the camera crew like a whore!

“What’s wrong Newbie? Not used to hearing yourself in a recording?” Naomi asks, her shit eating grin pissing me off more and more.

“N-No! But you know, we’re getting to the end of the segment and I mean, there really isn’t anything that important at the end so maybe we can just stop watching now, hehe…” I say in a shaky voice. My hands clench tightly against my chest and moist pussy lips, bracing for Humiliation.

“Oh, but the best part is just about to happen…” Naomi replies, giving me a slow and sultry wink.

“Please god let her be joking, PLEASE!”

But as I expect the image of me going to down on myself, fingers deep in my own pussy, the clip fades and cuts to the ending shot, with Elizabeth mostly in the center of the frame. I honestly couldn’t believe it, thinking I must’ve passed out and woken up at the end of the video.

“Wow! That was great as always Nomi!” Jack says as he pats the top of her head and rubs her hair.

“OMG Besite you did so good in that shoot! You asked some great questions!” Ashely says to me, seemingly oblivious to my shell shocked expression.

“Thanks guys, was really proud of this one. But I wouldn’t have done it without the amazing footage Sophia had done. I barley had to cut anything out…” Naomi says, looking up at me with a knowing smile.

Soon after finishing the video, Jack and Ashley leave the editing room together, leaving me and Naomi alone. I lean up against the wall to catch my breath, feeling a mixture of relief and total embarrassment form this whole ordeal. I can’t for the like of me understand why Naomi didn’t show them the whole clip, but I’m thankful she didn’t.

“You’re welcome, by the way…” Naomi says out of the blue, her vision still focused on her computer monitor.

“W-What do you mean?” I asks, my momentary relaxation interrupted by Naomi’s vague comment. My eyes grow wide as I look at the back of her chair.

Naomi doesn’t respond immediately, instead typing away at her keyboard for a couple seconds before turning around to face me, sporting a serious looking frown and stonewalled eyes.

“I had to cut, trim, and hide 5 whole minutes of you fucking yourself, and I don’t get a single thank you?” Naomi asks.

“I-I…” I stammer before swelling a dry clump of air in my throat. “I don’t understand… why would you do that for me?”

“Well, first of all, we’re not technically allowed to show full blown sex and masturbation on the news. Secondly, I felt bad for eating you out on the first shoot,”

I blush a little as I remember the touch of her tongue against my moist lips. She had me so worked up and didn’t even have the courtesy to finish me off.

“I was pissed off, and truthfully I still am. You’re a major hypocrite, and I hate hypocrites!” Naomi says, glaring at me with a look of disdain.

“Hypocrite? What do you mean?” I ask, slightly tilting my head in confusion.

Naomi rolls her eyes at me before taking her headphones off her head, letting them rest around her neck.

“You’re so uptight, protecting your so called innocence and dignity, but are more than okay with peeping on Jack and I whilst fingering yourself.”

“W-What?! I have no clue what you’re talking about!” I exclaim. “How’d she know…”

“You think I was born yesterday? I clearly saw you peeking in through the doorway. Now, don’t get me wrong, you’re perfectly welcome to watch Jack and I, or Ashely and I, fuck, but being offended by it whilst secretly getting off on us is a no go! Either you get freaky in front of us, or put your money with your coochie is and remain abstinent. You understand?” Naomi asks, crossing her arms across her small chest.

I feel conflicted being called out so blatantly. On one hand, what does this pervert have to say when it comes to being a peeping tom, when she probably masturbates to clips of me and the others daily. But also, I get where she’s coming from, mostly that is. I’m not sure I agree with everything that she says, but overall I think her concerns are at least valid.

“Yeah…” I say half heartedly.

“Good enough…” Naomi says, pulling her headphones back up and swiveling forward to face her computer screen. “The footage is deleted, so only you, me, and the people in that room know. Now get lost, I’m busy.”

I want to say something, push back on her words, but I can’t muster the effort at this point, as my mind was still filled with humiliating thoughts. So, I quickly leave the room and close the door behind me.

“Hypocrite… Whatever…”