Well, nothing for it.

Terrance is close now. His phone is aimed directly at my chest. I feel the thudding of my heartbeat. I can't deny there's a certain thrill to this. It's fun to show off, to be a bit naughty. Just as there's a certain gratification in being desired. As the anticipation builds I keep telling myself that even Cameron Diaz and Jackie Chan once did porn, so a sleezy ad won't do me any harm.

I fix the camera with my best 'fuck me' gaze, hook my fingers behind the straps of my top, and deliver the ridiculous 'Parlay this' line with as much cheeky sexy confidence as I can muster...

{reveal "and finally pull them out."}{endreveal}

Terrance says nothing. He stares, and he films my tits. I feel my nipples harden, and it's not just because it's cool in here. The silence stretches. In the absence of any direction, and to avoid standing around awkwardly...

{reveal "I bounce them around."}{endreveal}

Terrance grunts. The spell he'd been trapped under seems to break.

"Wonderful my dear," he says. "Wonderful. A very intuitive reaction. The kinetics of the motion will no doubt be very beneficial to the post-work to come. Please, continue. We shall need more footage yet to serve as a runway for the takeoff of the flying milk jugs," he says with a straight face, as if it was a good, reasonable collection of words.

I had to stop my eyes from rolling out of my head. But fine. If he wants a 'runway', he can have one. I swayed and danced sensually, all in time to the beat of the music. I hefted my breasts one way and then they other, I bounced on my toes so that they shook and jiggled with the motion, all the while Terrance's eyes, and his camera, where glued on my girls.

"Perfect! Waves of eroticism Lillian. More waves of eroticism! They must crest! And then wash over the viewer so that they are submerged!"

Whatever that means. I imagine continuing to act like a horny tart will fit the bill.

{reveal "'waves of eroticism'"}{endreveal}

So I do. I play with my tits some more. Hefting them, presenting them, even teasing my nipples. The movement was starting to become uncomfortable and that would've been more annoying if I wasn't also enjoying myself. I could even feel a dampness building in my panties, I realized with a start.

There's no denying that I'm a bit of an exhibitionist.

Terrance's breathing was getting heavier as he filmed me. He swallowed thickly, once again lost to the moment. Of course, this isn't going to be in the ad. Really, it's just for him. And the definite and obvious tenting in his pants makes it clear I'm not the only one having a little fun.

Aaaaaaaand this is starting to get weird and inappropriate. More weird and inappropriate.

Just as I was considering suggesting we'd laid enough titty runway by now, some shuffling from off to the side caught my attention. A man walked into the room from the opened doorway. He was looking down at his phone.

This must be Tyler the PA intern, who I hadn't actually seen at all during the shoot so far.

"Mr. Crane, there's a email from the production company. They want to know..." he trailed off as he looked up and realized there were tits on display. His eyes locked onto my chest, just has Terrance's had been.