Follow Jake into the office and let him show you the equipment

After Hours Video office, Millbrook, at 4:59 PM on Monday October 16th, 2023

You step through the doorway into the cramped office space, and Jake immediately moves to the center of the room with practiced confidence. The space is far more professional than you expected—a stark contrast to the retail floor's dated aesthetic. Against one wall stands a black fabric backdrop stretched across a collapsible frame, and positioned in front of it is a small platform covered in what looks like dark velvet.

"Check this out," Jake says, gesturing to the camera mounted on a heavy-duty tripod. "Sony A7S III. Shoots in 4K, handles low light like a dream. Dad dropped serious money on this setup back when he thought he'd pivot to doing commercial work." He moves to the camera, adjusting its angle with familiar ease. "The autofocus on this thing is insane. Once I lock onto you, it'll track your face automatically."

He walks to a standing rack of equipment in the corner, pulling out two large circular lights on adjustable stands. "Ring lights. These are going to be your best friends. They eliminate shadows, make skin look smooth, and give your eyes that little highlight that makes everything pop." Jake positions them on either side of the velvet platform, plugging them into a power strip. When he switches them on, the room floods with bright, even illumination that makes you squint.

"Come here," he instructs, pointing to the platform. "Stand right in the center."

You move to where he indicates, your sneakers sinking slightly into the soft material. The lights are warm against your skin, almost uncomfortably so.

Jake circles behind the camera, peering through the viewfinder and making minute adjustments. "Perfect. The lighting's hitting you just right." He straightens up, his dark eyes sweeping over your body with an intensity that makes you want to shrink into yourself. "Okay, so here's what we're going to shoot tonight. I want you to strip down slowly—like, really take your time with it. Tease the camera. Touch yourself while you undress. Then once you're naked, I want you on that platform showing everything. Spreading your legs, playing with your tits, fingering your pussy. You need to get wet on camera, Daisy. That's what sells."

Your breath catches in your throat. The clinical way he lays it out makes it somehow more shocking.

"I'll be right here the whole time, telling you what to do, where to position, what angles work best." Jake adjusts one of the ring lights, tilting it down slightly. "And don't worry about making noise. Actually, the opposite—I need you vocal. Moaning, talking dirty, telling the camera how good it feels. Viewers want to hear you getting off, not just see it."

He walks back to a small desk against the wall and picks up what looks like a remote control. "This is for the camera. I can start and stop recording, zoom in and out, all from here. Means I can move around the room, get different angles, without having to keep going back to the tripod." Jake sets the remote down and turns to face you fully, his expression serious. "Before we start, I need to know you understand what we're doing here. This isn't some softcore glamour shoot. We're making hardcore amateur porn. That means close-ups of your cunt, watching you finger yourself until you cum, maybe some toys if we have time. You good with that?"

The weight of what you've agreed to settles over you like a physical thing.