Rush to the break room

I awkwardly sit on the couch with tens of guys staring at or glancing over ay my bare figure, stunned at what I just did. I can hardly look down at myself as the reminder of my nudity is just too much for me to bear knowing I just jilled off in front of a camera.

“Yo Sophia, the shoots finished, you can go now, unless you wanna shoot some b-roll privately…” One of the camera crew guys says to me with a wink.

“Oh, erm…” I can barely speak as I get up and immediately cover by privates. The hand covering my pussy is still wet from my climax just moments ago, the cool sensation sending shivers down my spine.

“N-No thanks, gotta go, BYE!” I say in a panic as I rush off the set. I could hear many of the guys disappointed groans followed by “Damn that ass!” From a particularly pervy crew member. I then quickly shut the door behind me, leaving me alone in the hall.

I push myself away from the door and begin to walk over to the break room, hands covering my naughty bits so no passerby employee could see them. Of course, with my luck the shoot just so happened to end around noon, so many of the crew were walking past me on their lunch breaks.

I feel their curious and lustful stares at my stomach, thighs, back, and completely exposed ass as I walk by. I feel so ****, like a sack of meat floating in shark infested waters. I just hope that their unprofessionalism doesn’t go past lewd comments and staring.

Eventually though, I make it to the break room with my dignity mostly intact. I swing the door open and slam it shut!

Thankfully for me, no one was in the break room this time, let alone people having sex in broad daylight. I could finally be alone for at least a little bit! I let my guard down a little, uncovering myself, letting my breasts flop back into their natural position. It’s funny how inconvenient, yet comfortable not wearing a bra feels. Letting the girls just sit there unrestrained always feels good, but in this situation I’d at least would like to wear a shirt or something.

But beggars can’t be choosers, especially since this beggar signed a contract.

I take a seat in the comfy looking sofa chair, my ass practically melting into the soft cushioning. I try to lean back and relax, but I can’t stop reminding myself of my own nudity, let alone what I just did 10 minutes ago.

“I can’t believe I was sweet talked into cumming on camera! Who knows how many people will see that!? What if my landlord sees? Or Racheal??!” I say to myself. I know the likelihood of them stumbling upon that video is slim to none, but it’s the fact that it could happen that scares me the most.