Sure, why not?

"I'd be up for that", you answer, deciding that you're perfectly willing to give it another shot tomorrow. You had actually found some parts of the scene to be quite enjoyable, and with some luck Hogan would be slightly less overly excited next time around. And the better the eventual footage would be, the more earnings you'd end up with, right? It made perfect sense to give it a second try.

Sarah smiles at your answer, and the director claps his hands together excitedly. "Perfect. Then we'll do another take tomorrow", he says. "We'll start around 11, so don't be late". The director is about to turn away when he suddenly seems to remember something. He hands you a bundle of papers that he removes from the clipboard he was carrying under his arm. "Oh, and take this copy of the script. Maybe give it another read tonight, mh?"

"Thank you... I will", you respond, smiling almost apologetically as you take the script from him. He flashes a grin back towards you, and then steps away towards the cameras at the edge of the room; likely in order to check on the recorded footage.

"Well, that's that!", Sarah exclaims cheerfully, turning towards you. She cups her breasts and lifts them up for a moment while staring intently at yours, as if comparing sizes. "I... guess we should go and get changed", she adds after a moment, not sharing her conclusions. You can't help but nod hastily in agreement, the continued lustful glances by the technical crew not having escaped your attention.

"Don't mind me, I'm enjoying the view", Hogan says, himself still naked on the bed. Indeed, you've also noticed his constant ogling. His gaze seemed to be particularly fixated on your lower regions; specifically your bare ass. You can already tell his manhood is rising back up to attention even without directly looking towards it.

Sarah gives Hogan a playful smirk before unravelling the towel that is still wrapped around her waist and dropping it to the floor. She's fully naked now, winking teasingly at him as she grants the both of you a brief look at her shaven mound. Then she twirls around and hops over towards a pile of crates near the door. "I'll get us a bathrobe", she calls out.

Hogan watches Sarah's bare ass bounce away, and then leans forward in order to reach for the towel she dropped. He stands up and wraps it around his waist as he turns to you. "Well thanks, Marcy. You were fucking tight", he offers, not managing to make it sound entirely like a compliment. "Maybe clench a little less next time?", he suggests, startling you with the implication. Surely it wasn't your fault?

"I didn't cl-", you start to protest, before realizing you were clenching slightly at the end. You had actually hoped to reach orgasm, but instead you immediately got blasted full of sperm for your efforts. "I mean... I got pretty close myself...", you try to defend yourself.

"Yeah, well. It's not about you, it's about the viewe-", Hogan says, but falls silent when Sarah suddenly steps in between the two of you with two bathrobes draped over her arm.

"Bullshit, Hogan", Sarah interrupts, handing you one of the bathrobes while simultaneously giving Hogan an annoyed stare. "Ever heard of slowing down your pace? You're the one who can't hold it in, so don't blame that on Marcy".

Hogan lets out a defeated sigh. You notice him taking a final peek at your naked forms as the both of you shrug into the robes. The fabric feels pleasantly soft against your skin, and with your body covered the technical crew finally seem to have returned their full focus on their work as well.

"Yeah... Alright. I admit I got too excited", Hogan says, hanging his shoulders low. "Sorry, Marcy"