Rewarded properly

The clashing kaleidoscope of a girl released Mark's manhood with a last satisfied-sounding pop of suction. She opened up wide to show a snow-covered tongue: the money shot. It was snapped up by the camera along with all the rest. Mark fell back onto his heels with the easing of pressure. As suddenly as it had arrived… the magic of the moment was gone. Lacey gulped down the one mouthful of reality she'd earned herself, then began the arduous task of cleaning off all the fantasy she was also doused in. Monica began packing away the lighting rigs and props. It was all so… professional. The young man who had a minute ago been in complete control of his own erotic photoshoot now found himself feeling a little more like a lost and listless intern. He scurried over to help his would-be employer.

As soon as she was mostly clean, Lacey announced she had to hurry off to be home in time for her next livestream. She hugged both of them warmly, saying she couldn't wait to see how the set turned out. No mention at all was made of the little extra incentive she had provided Mark… though she did give him a special little smile just as she left. Somehow that set him off to blushing more than actually having his dick sucked had… she had also made very certain to inform him where he might find a link to her show, should he wish. Monica offered him a wicked little smirk out of the client's sight.

Then… they were left alone in the darkening studio. The last of the equipment safely packed away.

"Well." Grinned the punkrock photographer. "Another satisfied customer, I'd say. Wanna help me make a start on picking through and editing?"

Mark nodded, despite it being late already. He just didn't quite want to let this day end yet… In case it had never happened to begin with. He sent a text to his Mom and gratefully accepted an offer of ordered takeout. Then they squished in behind the cluttered desk again, eating boxes of chinese food while Mark pawed over the fresh batch of images on his laptop. Monica sat precariously on a pile of her own unfinished paperwork, laying her long, bare legs across his lap. Offering yays, nays or cropping consideration to each scandalous picture of Lacey he brought up. Meanwhile the young man tried his hardest to focus on the objective consideration of these tasks… and not the arousing nature of their contents… or the memory of being intimately part of their procurement… or the feel of an older woman’s long, toned legs and bare feet resting upon his jeans… or the scandalously open posture she settled in, wearing those oh-so tight and short jean-shorts…

He didn’t have much luck… And almost yelped with fear when she unexpectedly jumped fully into his lap to take over some complicated maneuver on the screen. There was no concealing the prodding insistence of his erection as it throbbed upwards under the crushing seat of the taller woman’s ass. Yet, she didn’t seem to notice… or at least pay it any heed, focussing entirely on the task at hand until the still-frame was perfected. Then she lay back against him, casually. Admiring the fruition of their efforts. Mark felt her short, soft hair brush against his face, and a cool hand come to rest tenderly under his chin. She spoke softly, but confidently in his ear. Each word seeming to tickle its way in on a breath he could feel.

“You did good today, kiddo… You know- I wasn’t sure you’d be able to handle my… particular brand of clients. These people all live and breathe sex, y’know… Like, it’s just not something they’d even think to get uptight about anymore… And until I saw that website of yours, I was convinced you were just a nerdy little virgin who would cream himself the first time he even saw one of my shoots…”

She chuckled at this admission, right in his ear. A teasing, yet encouraging prod that told him she still wasn’t quite convinced otherwise… but was willing to help him make certain. With half a start he also realised he was suddenly feeling the touch of her other hand… down between her own legs and on the constrained swelling of his crotch. It was just a light caress. The tiptoeing scratch of fingernails against denim. Yet, in that moment, it seemed to occupy all the teen’s world.

“But you pulled it off… and even got yourself a little bonus from Lacey… That’s nothing to sniff at. Imagine how many of her basement-dwelling fanboys would be fuming with jealousy right now. She knows the game well, that one. She wouldn’t have done it if she didn’t think you were a friend worth keeping…”

Those fingernails were crawling closer and closer to Mark’s fly now. Creeping along the swollen contours of his trapped cock. Her lips were so close to his ear… she even brushed her teeth against the lobe. Just a tiny nibble along the extremities of him, which sent electric shivers spiralling down his spine.

“So… I think I’ll keep you on a little longer after all, Marky boy. You’ve done wonders for my filing system after all… and perhaps from now on… I’ll let you be a bit more involved in some other shoots. If you’d like?”

Mark could hardly focus on the question. That one long nail on her index finger was clicking its way up and down the zip of him, scraping at the edge of his mind. Tic, tic, tic it went, off each metal link… counting seconds or miles as it waited on his answer. Eventually he managed to nod…

And she hopped nimbly up and off him. Grinning incredibly maliciously.

“Excellent! I think I’m going to have a lot of fun with you… Who knew this whole intern thing would turn out so well?! I’ll catch you next week then big man! Stay cool till then!”

Before he knew what was happening… Mark was out in the street, clutching the bag with his laptop in. His trousers remained awfully tight… but the cold air and sounds of nearby traffic began putting paid to that… Suddenly the young man was not so sure he knew what he’d signed up for… next week loomed so near and yet so far...