Pairing: videographer!Christina Koch x camgirl!Reader
Rating: Explicit
Tags/Warnings: Strangers to business partners, slow burn, mutual attraction, bisexual panic, camgirl industry, dildo use, solo play, light banter, aftercare, fluff, lingering tension.
Summary: Top-tier OnlyFans content requires professional production. Enter your new videographer you hired from Craigslist who treats your adult content like cinematic content. She’s exactly what your business needs to grow, if you can survive the first shoot without forgetting that this is supposed to be strictly business.
The notification pings were becoming a constant hum in your life, a digital heartbeat that signaled your rapid ascent as an OnlyFans creator. For months, you had operated as a one-woman production crew, balancing your phone against stacks of books for the perfect angle and squinting into the grainy glow of your laptop’s webcam during late-night streams to make sure everything was in frame.
It was unapologetically amateur, a messy blur of bedroom backdrops and hit-or-miss focus, yet your subscriber count climbed continuously. There was something about your raw, unpolished energy that kept them coming back, turning your side hustle into a lucrative venture that was quickly outgrowing the four walls of your bedroom.
Lately, the requests have become more specific, pushing you to experiment with more than just a standard mirror selfie with a red lingerie set on. You were currently scrolling through the comments on your latest upload, a slow, tactile exploration of your body in a sheer lace set, hoping to see the usual fire emojis and praise.
While the love was there, the technical critiques were starting to sting. A comment from @user66554451412 read, “The lighting is killing me, babe. You’re too washed out! Get a ring light for those shadows” Right below it, @pervy108 added: “I’d pay double for a POV that actually moves. Still shots are getting old. I want to see the details up close” You sighed, looking at the stack of books on your desk that you used as a tripod. They wanted cinematic intimacy, and you were officially out of hands to give it to them.
You leaned back against the chair, the cheap plastic creaking under your weight as you stared at the playback of your latest video. On the small screen, the shadows were all wrong, too harsh, grainy, and flickering every time you moved too fast for the auto-focus to keep up. It felt amateur. You were meant to be selling a fantasy, but the technical glitches kept pulling the audience back into reality.
The ring light was the easy fix, a quick browse and click on a store website and it would be at your door by tomorrow afternoon. But the motion? That was the hurdle. You couldn’t exactly ask your college roommate to hold a stabilizer while you did a striptease, and the thought of explaining your side hustle to any of your friends made your stomach do a nervous flip. This had to stay hidden. It had to be a professional, someone who didn’t know you from a hole in the ground, but knew exactly how to handle a 4k lens and act professional when filming such scenes.
You raked your brain for a website to search up services and finally landed on Craigslist. At first, you hesitated, clicking through the interface with a skeptical frown. Was it even possible to look for such a gig? It felt like a recipe for getting your inbox flooded with creeps, or worse, getting banned from the platform entirely.
To clear your head, you pulled up Reddit, typing “videographer for adult content craigslist” into the search bar. You ended up down a rabbit hole of threads from other independent creators. The verdict was unanimous: you couldn't just come out and say it. The site’s filters were notorious for scrubbing anything overtly explicit. Instead, creators masked their naughty and unhinged ads in creative ways, playing with the wording and the tags they used like a secret code. They suggested using phrases like “sensual aesthetics” “boudoir shoot” or “private content production.”
Feeling a sudden surge of confidence that you could actually pull this off, you made a burner account in order to keep your real life completely separate and used your OnlyFans screen name. With that, you drafted up an ad and chose to skip the blunt descriptions and went with a clever hook. ‘Looking for a cinematic videographer/producer for high-end creative content’. That would get them.
With that, you started typing up the body of the ad, ‘Looking for a skilled videographer to help shoot high-quality, spicy aesthetic videos for an independent platform. Moving shots and dynamic angles only.’ Furthermore, you felt the need to add some requirements to keep the creeps away.
You chose to go for the basics: ‘Must own professional gear’, ‘Absolute professionalism and discretion are non-negotiable’, ‘Must be willing to sign a basic NDA’, and of course ‘A face-to-face meeting in a public space is required before any filming takes place to discuss vision and comfort levels’.
You added a few tags to add legitimacy to the ad such as ‘creative’, ‘crew’ and ‘photo/video’ before pressing ‘post’.
You left the ad up for a few days, letting it gain traction and views from various people. After filtering through creeps who just wanted a free show, randos who had clearly misunderstood the ad for a normal photoshoot and creeps who wanted to meet at their place, you came across a response from @tinaprod286. It was pretty professional, after a short exchange about the kind of cameras she used and thought would look best for the kind of videos I needed filmed, came the suggestion of a meet in a coffee shop nearby. I had also given her access to my spicy page for her to be able to determine what needed to be changed prior to you both meeting.
So here we were on the day of the meetup, you got there early to scope out the place and choose a seat in the corner so as to not have eavesdroppers on your not so public friendly conversation. You expected a film student or some kind of creative arts person. You certainly didn't expect the woman who actually walked in.
She was an older woman, clearly mature, confident, with a sharp gaze that missed absolutely nothing. She wore a simple jacket and tucked securely under her arm was a sleek black portfolio folder. She scanned the cafe once, her eyes locking onto you and she walked straight over to your booth, the heels of her heeled-boots clicking softly against the tiled floor.
She stopped right at the edge of the table, looking down at you with a neutral expression. “Are you Violet Sin? I’m Christina” she said.
I nodded, not expecting my porn name to be said out loud in such a public place and gestured for her to take a seat. Before I could even start the conversation, she spoke, “So let’s talk about your lighting” she said as she put her portfolio on the table between us.
“Prior to today’s meeting, I went through your profile. Your framing is static but that can be changed and your white balance is off. I can definitely fix those by filming moving shots for you and having a softbox to balance the light in your shots.” She says
You were deeply impressed by how much research she had done by watching some videos prior to today. Your stomach did a nervous flip as you wondered which videos she had watched to come to that conclusion. Was it the clips from the various live streams you had done or the higher tier exclusive videos?
You couldn’t stop the dangerous train of thoughts rushing through your mind. Rightfully so, an attractive woman was about to become your videographer and witness you in your most intimate moments. Did she feel anything while watching those videos? Even if it was to give you feedback. Did her pulse spike when she watched you get closer to the edge using your fingers and toys? Or worse, did she even like women like that?
Gosh get your head out of the gutter, you chided yourself, gripping your warm coffee cup tighter to anchor your hands.This was a professional meeting and nothing else.
Christina went on, diving into the nitty gritty details of all the equipment she was planning to use to improve the quality of your shoots. She tossed around technical jargon like dynamic range, focal lengths and depth of field. Not like you could understand a single bit of it but you still tried to follow along with her explanations while utterly mesmerized by her.
You caught yourself switching your gaze over to the slope of her neck, down to her lips to see how they moved while she spoke. You noticed a tiny detail, whenever she got passionate about something, one side of her mouth would curl higher than the other. It all made her terribly hot.
You found yourself in a daze as her words and any background noise coming from the other customers in the café were drowned out. Too busy focusing on her tiny features that made her incredibly hot.
Suddenly, the flow of the explanation stopped. A silence hung between them pulling you out of your trance. You blinked, coming out of your trance to realise that Christina had stopped speaking. Her eyes on you, waiting for a response from a question that you haven’t even heard. How embarrassing.
You felt the blood flow to your face as you got flustered. “Say what, sorry?” you asked, your voice cracking slightly before you cleared it, trying to play it off by taking a sip of your coffee. Praying she would simply repeat the question and not comment about it.
“I was asking about the natural light in your studio space” Christina said, tapping her fingers against the coffee shop table. “What direction do your bedroom windows face, and what time of day do you usually do your live broadcasts? I need to calculate the ambient light spill before I select which lenses we’re using for the first test shoot.”
You focused again on the question you had missed and nodded quickly as you swallowed a lump in your throat.
“Right, um well there’s one large window facing west” You started “and because I usually film in the late afternoon and early evening, it lets in a lot of that direct sunset light. I love using the golden hour light”.
Christina’s eyes narrowed as she listened to your description, visualizing your room layout in her head. “West-facing afternoon light” she mutters as she thinks about it.
She then went on: “Golden hour sure is beautiful on skin tones but it’s unpredictable and changes so fast.” she starts, “the shadows tend to stretch behind an object and your camera’s auto-exposure will go haywire trying to compensate for the rapidly changing light”.
“Hence why your white balance was flickering in your last few uploads” Christina explains. That’s when it all made sense, your want to film during the best light of the day was inadvertently causing your light to be off-balance in your videos.
At this reveal, you sat back in your seat “well, is this something you can fix?” you asked point blank. If she was sitting there going on about all the issues about your shots, she might as well be able to fix them.
Christina didn’t flinch at your bluntness. Instead, a small confident smirk appeared on the corner of her mouth. She opened up her portfolio and flipped through the various clean and organised shoots.
“I wouldn’t be sitting here if I didn’t think I could improve your shots” she replied full of confidence, “Here’s how we’re going to turn your bedroom into a high-end porn set”.
You both spent the next hour mapping out all the ways Christina could help take your videos from amateur to professional quality. She also gave you suggestions on where you should place yourself on the bed relative to the window to get the best sunset light but also the best lighting she would add. By the time your mug got cold, you felt a buzzing rush of excitement on what was going to happen within the next few days.
“So before we wrap up and make sure you’re 100% sure that you’re up for this” you began, tone more serious now as you reached into your bag and pulled out a neatly stapled stack of papers that you had spent the night before curating from a template you had found online. You slide it across the café table over to her “I have an NDA for you to sign”.
Christina looked down at the document on top written: ‘Non-Disclosure and Confidentiality Agreement’. She didn't look shocked or offended. Actually, her gaze softened with a flash of professional approval. She knew the stakes of this industry. She understood that this was for your safety and hers at the end of the day.
“I’ll give you time to read through it at home” you said with a small smile. “You can just scan it and send it to me through text once you’ve signed it”
“Smart” Christina murmured, her fingers tracing the edge of the page and quickly flipped through all the pages before she slid it smoothly into her portfolio folder. She looked up, her gaze holding yours,“As long as the clauses are fair to both of our legal protections, we have a deal.”
She stood up then, adjusting her jacket. You looked up to her as she stood to her full height, taking her in one last time up close.
“We can discuss my day rates and production fees through text” Christina says while showing off a grin. “Lovely to meet you, Violet Sin”. And with that she turns on her heel and walks out of the café.
Your gaze naturally drifted down to watch her hips move as she walked through the crowded café with her portfolio under her arm once again. She pushed open the door and disappeared out into the afternoon sun. The table you had just shared with her suddenly felt empty, the air still faintly carrying the scent of her perfume.
True to her word, Christina didn’t make you wait long. By the time you got back to your apartment, your phone chimed with a notification. It was a cleanly scanned, high-resolution PDF version of the signed NDA. Her signature at the bottom was sharp and precise.
With the legal safety net securely in place, you went through with your promise, opening up a text thread to iron out the finances. You were honest with her; you discussed a fair, competitive flat rate for the first few test shoots to see how your chemistry translated to the screen. But you also made sure to leave the door wide open for the future, agreeing to renegotiate for a significantly higher percentage or a premium retainer if her production successfully blew up your numbers and became a long-term partnership.
Christina’s final text back was short, professional, and sent a shiver straight down your spine: “Works for me, see you friday afternoon”
You spent the next few days practically vibrating with a mix of nervous anticipation and intense focus. Your brain automatically was counting down the days until the planned shoot day, your stomach did an anxious flip whenever you thought about it. Praying that when Friday came, your professional instincts would take over.
Today was the first shoot you would do with Christina. To ease into the news dynamic, you had picked one of the simpler but highly requested scenes from your custom order list, a classic intimate solo scene using a dildo while being styled in a delicate lacy lingerie pastel pink set.
Since your filming studio was just the spare bedroom in your apartment, you had spent the entire morning in a frantic cleaning frenzy. You made sure your apartment was spotless before Christina arrived. No random shirt that needed to be washed on the floor or dusty bookshelf, she would be in your personal space afterall!
You even went out of your way to stock the pantry with juices and light snacks to have after shooting if Christina wanted. It was a courteous gesture since I was hosting her in my apartment, but secretly, you just wanted an excuse to keep her around longer once the camera stopped rolling.
You told her to be there by 5pm sharp to catch the perfect golden hour light for the scene. Right on the hour, a firm knock echoed through the quiet apartment. Your heart did a sudden thud against your ribs. You paused in the hallway mirror, smoothing down your silk robe that you had on to cover the lingerie set below. You checked your hair and makeup before stepping up to the door.
You peaked through the peephole and caught sight of her. She was leaning casually against the doorframe, looking entirely too relaxed for what you both were about to film. You chuckled to yourself as you noticed her shifting her weight as she waited for the door to finally open.
You unlocked the deadbolt and swung the door open. “Don’t get comfy there” you teased and took in her appearance.
Christina straightened immediately, her eyes locking onto yours before she gave you a small smile. You noticed a bunch of gear boxes and bags full of cameras, audio material and even a softbox stand, all around her on the floor that looked heavy.
“Do you need some help with all of that?” you asked since it truly looked impossible for one person to transport that much heavy equipment in a single trip.
“Nah, I’ll be fine. I've hauled gear through much worse terrain than an apartment hallway,” Christina said with a low, amused chuckle.
For spring, it was an unusually hot afternoon and she had dressed for the labor of the shoot. She wore a simple grey tank top with some kind of band insignia with some dark jeans. To top the look, she had a dark cap on her head to shield her from the sun. As she gripped the heavy straps of the gear bags and lifted them over the threshold, the movement made her arm muscles all flex.
You couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of the defined line of her muscles on her bicep as she walked into the apartment, glistening slightly with a faint sheen of sweat from the heat.
You felt your throat go completely dry. You couldn’t help but stare, your eyes tracking the effortless strength in her arms as she walked right past you heading deeper in the apartment. As she brushed by, you caught a whiff of her scent. A mix of wood musk, a hint of sandalwood but also clean laundry followed her as she walked by.
She set the heaviest cases and bags down on the hardwood floor with a thud entirely unaware of the absolute bisexual panic she had just caused by walking into your apartment looking like the way she did. You watched as she took off her hat to wipe the seat from her brow with the back of her forearm before moving to put the cap on backwards.
Gosh, this backwards cap look made it even more impossible to stay professional. She was here to help me shoot, nothing else.
Christina was the one to break the silence, “Alright,” she said as she turned to face you. That’s when she noticed what you were wearing, her gaze dropping for a split second to the silk robe tied tightly around your waist before rising back to meet your eyes. “Show me your filming space. Let’s see this west-facing window.”
“Right” you said before clearing your throat to break the tension in the hallway. “Follow me” you said and turned to lead the way down the corridor. You pushed open the door to your dedicated filming area.
The room had been curated for your online persona. It was designed to look cozy and inviting, inciting people to stay on your page and pay to watch more content. The room was washed in pastel accents with a pinkish-mauve accent wall that served as backdrop. You had DIY pierced holes in the wall for a shelf that held various props and accessories that you rotated for your shoots. Subtly hints for your audience to spot during streams to keep them guessing what you might use next.
You stepped back and let Christina take your room in fully, you saw the gears turning in her head while she tried to figure out where to put her equipment for the best shots.
You stayed in a corner of the room as you watched her work over the next twenty minutes. She calibrated her equipment, unfolded a heavy stand for the large softbox light, positioning the light perfectly to give you the best lighting during the shoot.
Every movement she made was fluid and practiced from years as a photographer and videographer. Once again, you couldn’t help but stare as she adjusted the settings on her camera, her brow furrowing in deep concentration. She attached the lens, clicking it into place with a satisfying snap. As she adjusted her handheld stabilizer, the fabric of her tank top strained slightly against her shoulders and biceps, oblivious to how fast your pulse was racing just watching her.
She was clearly focused and in her element as she held up the camera to check the lighting in the room. She flicked on the softbox she had in the corner of the room, the harsh shadows of the room instantly dissolved and replaced by a buttery warmth that made your skin glow even more under the light.
Christina adjusted the stabilizer as well as her viewfinder then looked up, her gaze locking onto yours. “Whenever you’re ready”, she said, her voice dropping into that low cadence.
You swallowed hard, suddenly realising that this would be happening. You would be fucking yourself with a dildo, infront of a stranger, and that stranger happened to be hot. Nonetheless, you gathered your essentials for the shoot, a 6 inch dildo and a bottle of lube, placing them on the mattress. You let out a let out a shaky breath as you untied the satin knot at your waist and let the robe slide off your shoulders, pooling at your feet on the floor;
The sudden rush of cool air against your skin made you shiver. You turned to be faced by Christina’s intense but still professional gaze. She looked at you like an artist looking at a masterpiece, focusing on the lighting and the shadows instead of your silhouette in the tiny outfit.
Being exposed in front of your phone on a tripod was one thing, standing here in a sheer pink lace lingerie set under the very focused attention of a real person was an entirely different thing. A wave of shyness and embarrassment washed over you, you tried not to make a fool of yourself by covering your chest with your arms but they instinctively did so even if you tried to school that reflex.
You cleared your throat before letting out a nervous laugh, “Can you not look so serious for a second?” you asked, your voice small as you tried to break the heavy tension in the air.
“Whatever makes you more comfortable for the shoot” Christina said. Her expression softened for a fraction of a second, a more reassuring look breaking through her professional façade. It was a small gesture but it gave you the confidence to go through with the shoot. With that, you moved to lay on the bed.
You settled on the bed, leaning against the pillows to explain the scene to her. You told her exactly what you had in mind, angles, positions and any close-up shots opportunities for her. You got into the details of the scene to capture the dynamic your subscribers had been begging for.
“I’ll have my legs opened so it’ll be easy for you to move in close” you explained as Christina nodded along, surprisingly professional about this.
Christina seemed entirely unfazed by the details, “Perfect” she started “I’ll start with a wide shot from the foot of the bed to establish the setting, then I’ll move closer to focus on you and what you’re doing, just focus on the lens, ignore me” she guided.
Ignoring her would be easier said than done. But needless to say, the shoot started, the camera in Christina’s hands blinking red steadily to show that it was recording everything. Once you focused on the camera, Violet Sin came out to play as you did your absolute best to forget that incredibly attractive woman standing at arm’s length from you.
You worked on slowly building the anticipation as you unclapsed the lace bra and letting the fabric drop away. You brought in your elbows to emphasize the shapes of your boobs by pushing them together for that classic pornstar pose. Every movement was deliberate, your fingers tracing down your neck to your collarbone and down to your nipples while keeping eye contact with the lens.
You gently pinched the buds between your thumb and index fingers, making them harden under your touch. By pinching harder, you made yourself whimper as you looked directly in the camera.
Next came the lace panties, you eased them down past your hips to gather at your plumper thighs before pulling them down fully. You kneeled on the bed fully naked as you crawled to the center of the bed. Once you found your spot, you moved your legs apart slowly, keeping them open. While you did this, Christina kept the camera angle low to have your glistening pussy the center of the shot. This new arrangement would make your subscribers very happy with all the new angles.
You couldn’t help but steal a glance over at her for her reaction, she bit her lip in concentration as she focused on the viewfinder of her camera. Did she enjoy this even if she was just the videographer in this situation? Was this content she would watch? Gosh you were screwed.
The heat in the room felt palpable now. You brought your fingers to your lips, wetting them before moving them between your thighs to get the show going. You spread your pussy lips before rubbing your bud softly. You looked up as you heard the unmistakable sound of a camera humming and saw Christina zooming in.
You looked up, past the lens of the camera to her focused face focusing on the viewfinder. Christina was completely locked in, her brows furrowed and her lower lip caught between her teeth in a look of pure concentration. The contrast between your completely exposed state and her super focused expression was too much to ignore. A soft breathless chuckle slipped past your lips, breaking the silence and tension that had settled in the room.
The sound immediately made her look up from the viewfinder, her eyes blinking a few times in slight confusion as her movements stilled.
“You’re cute when you’re focused” you said boldly, giving her a teasing smile before leaning back against the pillows to adjust your position.
Christina stayed frozen for a split second, a flash of genuine shock crossing her usually unshakable features. A hint of color flushed along her cheekbones as she was completely thrown off by your sudden compliment.
You chuckled at her reaction before shifting back to your performance persona. “Chill, just keep recording” you mumbles, your tone shifting back to the sultry cadence you adopted for your online persona.
You focused back on the lens, letting out a soft moan as you curled your fingers in you in rhythm. True to her professional self, Christina composed herself quickly, locking back into the scene as she focused the shot on your glistening pussy.
She brought her camera closer physically but also by zooming in as she captured the flush spreading across your chest and abdomen. Christina focused on the way your chest was moving up and down as you breathed in shorter and sharper breaths between moans.
“I’m gonna cum if I don’t stop” you mumbled as you pulled your fingers out of your cunt, leaving yourself feeling empty. From Christina’s spot, she focused on your tight hole clenching around nothing.
“That’s perfect” Christina mumbled and made sure to focus the camera on that. With her encouragement, you smirked before leaning over to grab the flesh-colored dildo from the nightstand, bringing it up to your mouth. You maintained eye contact with the camera as you wrapped your lips around the textured silicone to wet it thoroughly to prepare for the main sequence of the video.
Christina remained focused as she kept her gaze on the small screen of her camera this time. You watched as a small bead of sweat gathered on her brow. You silently hoped that this was getting to her as it was getting to you.
Once the dildo was wet enough, you placed the tip by your entrance. A low moan slipped past your lips the second you began to push the tip inside, your walls adjusting to the size of the toy.
You gasped, pushing the girthy dildo further in your tight hole. “Fuckkk” you moaned as you took the feeling of fullness washed over you. Once you had adjusted to the size, you pulled it halfway out before pushing it back in, the dildo thrusting slowly at first.
As the scene progressed and your thrusts got faster, your focus began to split between the camera lens and Christina herself. You tracked the smooth curve of her shoulders peaking out from her tank top and down to her biceps that flexed as she held onto the camera. Your horniness making you want her instead of some toy, you began imagining her pushing that toy in and out of your wet pussy instead of your own hand.
As you realised that you weren’t performing for the camera anymore but for her, you mentally chided yourself. Using that moment to switch hands since the one you were using got tired. You sat up against the pillows and picked up the pace. Your hand plunged the dildo in a steady rhythm, your pussy making wet sounds as the toy moved in and out.
You groaned in pleasure, throwing your head back against the pillows. The movement arched your body perfectly, bathing your throat, chest and abdomen in the warm lights of the softbox, giving Christina the best angle.
Realising the cinematic scene, she took that opportunity to move the camera forward, as well as her body, to show your hand pushing the dildo in and out of you.
She got close, too close. You could feel her breath on your bare thighs as her body hovered just inches away. Distracted by how close she got, your hand lost its grip on the dildo and accidentally swatted the camera lens, making the camera in Christina’s grip slightly falter.
“Oh! Sorry” you stammered instantly, the sultry persona instantly evaporating as once again, a flush rushed up your neck. You looked up at her, chest heaving from the heaviness of the scene as well as feeling slightly embarrassed.
A small but surprised chuckle broke from Christina as she quickly adjusted her grip on her camera again and stepped back since she was entirely too close too. She let you get back in your element after this little incident.
“My bad, I pushed in a little too close” Christina said, her voice low and completely neutral, not flustered as you may have thought. However, there was an amused glint in her eyes as she took you in, dildo still halfway inside you while you held onto it to keep it from slipping out.
You let out a nervous laugh, trying to settle your racing heart. In the back of your mind, you were already making a mental note that you would absolutely have to chop this blooper clip out of the final edit. You took a deep breath to compose yourself and locked your gaze on the camera again and dove back into the rhythm of the shoot.
You continued to thrust the dildo in and out. Your hand drives the rhythm faster and faster as you bring yourself to the edge. Your moans got louder as your orgasm built up.
You plunged the dildo deep as your climax hit, your walls clenching around the dildo as you moaned loudly. Your legs shaking uncontrollably as your thigh muscles clamped down around the dildo. Your body spasmed as you breathed deeply, your release leaving you completely spent.
You collapsed back against the pillows, your chest heaving as you stared blankly at the ceiling.
Christina took that moment to reach out to move your trembling legs apart. The dildo slipped free as she tilted the camera downward in a slow close-up. The camera captured the sheen of sweat on your thighs and the involuntary tremors of your muscles as your orgasm rolled off. This was high-end footage that would surely drive your subscribers insane.
Christina eventually turned the camera off as you recovered from the orgasm. She moved to turn off the softbox light, letting the light outside of the window take over once again. The shoot was officially wrapped. While you laid there, utterly exhausted, you heard the soft thud of Christina putting her camera down on your desk. You listened to the quiet pad of her footsteps as she walked to your en suite bathroom.
A moment later, she returned with a clean towel she had found. She stepped up to the edge of the mattress, leaning down closer to you. The professional mask had slipped off making space for a much more tender expression as she held out the towel to you.
“Here” Christina says softly, her low voice helping you recover from your orgasm. “Take your time, you did great” she added.
You nodded, offering her a grateful smile as you took the towel. You took your time to let the remaining adrenaline settle, your breathing gradually slowing down back to normal. Once you felt steady enough to stand, you reached for a robe you had hanging in the closet, wrapping the soft fabric securely around your body as you tied it at the waist.
Now composed, you led Christina back out to the open space of your living room while she carried her gear with her.
“Do you want something to drink?” you asked, gesturing towards the kitchen where you had stored refreshments earlier. You had noticed the sheen of sweat on her skin earlier and figured that she had to be parched by now.
“Actually, some cold water sounds nice, thank you” Christina said, packing her gear in her bags by the front door. She rolled her shoulders, stretching out her back as you walked over to the fridge.
You poured her a tall glass of water and handed it to her, your fingers brushing against hers for a fleeting second before you pulled away. She took a long sip, your eyes followed down her throat as it moved rhythmically as she drank. You couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming magnetic pull towards her.
“The lighting setup worked perfectly” Christina said, setting the empty glass down on a nearby counter. “The playback on the monitor looked stunning, you’re incredibly photogenic”.
Her words made you freeze and before you could even think of some smooth response to the compliment, Christina was already moving back into professional mode. She checked her watch and said “I should load my gear in my car before traffic gets bad. I’ll start editing the raw footage tonight and send a rough draft by Wednesday for you to approve”.
You gathered yourself enough to reply. “Sounds like a plan” you replied, trying to match her professional tone.
Christina offered one last warm smile your way as she picked up her heavy gear cases and walked out of your apartment. “Great job today, see you” she said as she walked down the hallway.
“See you” you murmured, holding the door open for her.
You watched her walk down the hallway until she cleared the corner, her footsteps fading away. You pushed the door closed and let out a sigh as you leaned your back to the wooden door.
You slide down a few inches as you stared blankly into your now silent apartment. You buried your face in your hands and let out a groan muffled against your palms.
‘Fuckkkkkkk’ you thought, a mix of thrill and embarrassment, ‘I’m so screwed’.
── ⟡ ˙ synopsis: ambessa invited sevika and grayson to a bath house, to unwind after a stressful week. what she didn’t mention was that someone else would be there, someone with whom she’d been exchanging suggestive glances for a while. and when that person saw ambessa arrive with two others beautiful women? she wouldn’t let this slide. ❀ ̟
── ⟡ ˙ cw: porn with a little plot, bath house where people get naked, cunnilingus, semi public sex (?), almost getting caught, fingering, grinding, thigh riding, arm riding, spit, dom/sub undertones (?) ❀ ̟
“y’know, bringing us here was the least useless idea you’ve ever had in your entire life,” sevika said, her voice low and uncharacteristically relaxed.
she was leaning against the rim of the sunken marble bathtub, her body warmed and soaked by the gentle steam; submerged up to her breasts, resting her right arm along the edge.
“i’m already regretting it,” ambessa murmured, her eyes closed as she rested her head against the side of the tub.
facing ambessa, grayson, who had been watching the two in silence until then, let out a low chuckle. that sort of ‘light’ teasing that always carried a real bite—or something deeper—beneath the surface had become a regular occurrence between them. and she certainly wasn’t about to put a stop to it.
it was supposed to be a quiet day, focused on relaxation and trying to shake off the stress of the past week. that was why ambessa had decided to invite the two of them for a long, relaxing soak in the bath house, followed by a professional massage, if they wanted one.
ambessa opened her eyes to cup water in her hands and splash it onto her face, but a movement across the room caught her attention.
as she turned her head slightly and saw who had entered, a small, knowing, and mischievous smile played upon her full lips.
you had just walked in, accompanied by a friend. the two of you were chatting as you headed toward one of the showers; there were no stalls or curtains, so you would be bathing right out in the open. your friend laughed at something you said, and as she leaned over to turn the handle and test the water temperature, you glanced around while adjusting the white towel wrapped around your body.
there weren’t many people in the room, and most were using the showers as well. that was when you saw her.
the moment you realized ambessa’s gaze was already fixed on you, a smile formed on your face too. you two had been exchanging these suggestive glances for a while now, though neither had made the first move yet.
perhaps because the anticipation and tension felt too good to break abruptly, or simply because you were waiting for the right moment.
your eyes then shifted to the two women with her.
“we have company…” you thought.
fortunately, the two were too engrossed in their own relaxation to notice you. which was perfect, allowing you to study and admire them a little longer.
like ambessa, both clearly possessed majestic physiques; you could easily tell by the well-defined structure of their shoulders. their strong, striking features were incredibly attractive and memorable. wow, of course someone as beautiful as ambessa would be accompanied by other beautiful women. you bit your lower lip thoughtfully, then glanced back at ambessa, as if silently asking about them.
she merely raised a perfectly groomed eyebrow, a faint smile still playing on her lips; it made you stifle a laugh and look away, turning your attention back to what your friend was saying. she was already naked, washing herself under the running shower water.
“well, now that i think about it…” ambessa began, immediately drawing the two women's attention. “there’s something about this place i forgot to mention.”
sevika raised an eyebrow and grayson simply kept watching her, both of them attentive to whatever she was about to say. with their attention fixed on her, ambessa nodded in your direction, and they wasted no time following her gaze.
“see the one in the towel? we’ve been having some...interesting interactions.”
“you mean.. you’ve been flirting with her?” grayson asked bluntly, though she didn’t look away from you.
“mhm. and i think she liked you two.”
“right, and what makes you think that?” sevika countered, glancing back at ambessa for a second.
“stay quiet and you’ll see. let’s just enjoy the show.” ambessa settled more comfortably against the side of the tub, relaxing her posture while keeping her piercing, watchful gaze locked on you as you began to remove your towel while still chatting with your friend.
sevika and grayson exchanged a glance, silently questioning whether they were really going to do this. in the end, they simply shrugged and turned their eyes back to you.
your towel was now hanging from one of the wall hooks, leaving you completely naked with your back to the three of them. your friend had filled a bucket with water so you wouldn’t have to wait for her to finish before bathing too—well, you could easily have used separate showers, but the need to keep the conversation going and your secret desire to stand before the three of them won out.
you used the bucket to splash water over your body, quickly soaking yourself. the eyes of the three women seemed to trace the path of every water droplet as it ran down your skin.
meanwhile, you chatted away as if completely unaware of it. once you were sufficiently wet, you bent down to pick up the bar of soap and deliberately turned your body toward them. grayson swallowed hard as she got a full view of everything from your breasts down to the trimmed bush covering your pussy. god, you were beautiful.
with perfectly feigned innocence, you began rubbing the bar over your body. first your arms, then your neck, before moving down your torso. with a slow, deliberate, and torturous pace, you rubbed each breast, setting the soap aside for a moment to use your own hands. you circled each breast, giving them subtles squeezes, rubbing the valley between them, and brushing your fingers over your nipples. your entire torso glistened. sevika shifted in her spot, adjusting herself to get a better view and crossing her legs beneath the water.
“that’s exactly what i’m saying! his ex-wife hates me,” your friend exclaimed, indignant about the family drama she was sharing.
“and why exactly are you still with a guy who stays in touch with his ex?” she groaned, closing her eyes as she ducked back under the water, trying to drown her embarrassment.
you just laughed, still listening to her grumbling.
taking advantage of the fact that she wasn’t looking at you, you glanced up quickly, catching the three of them staring at your body. a subtle shiver ran through you, and that only turned you on even more. you lightly licked your lips, picking up the bar of soap once more.
you leaned against the wall to start scrubbing your legs, one at a time. again, you moved with that exaggerated, intentional slowness, making sure to focus the pressure and scrubbing motion of your palm on your thighs, the inner thighs, the groin, all before working your way down to your heels; cleaning them required you to squat. ambessa sighed heavily, her thick fingers drumming impatiently against the marble floor.
your friend finished up in the shower, so you used it to quickly rinse all the soap from your body. now, normally, you would just wrap a towel around yourself and head to the locker room, but you weren't about to stop just yet.
as your friend put away the things she’d brought in her bag, you started drying yourself off; you didn’t give her time to question you, distracting her by asking another question about the topic you’d been discussing. luckily for the four of you, it worked.
you kept your back to the three of them, resting one leg on the wooden bench built into the wall, a position that would, one way or another, leave you accidentally overexposed. fully and perfectly to their view.
sevika let out a low sigh, instinctively pressing her crossed legs together and shifting uncomfortably beneath the water. grayson glanced around quickly, momentarily fearing someone might notice, but realizing they were all too distracted to pay attention, she relaxed and let herself look, licking her dry lips. ambessa simply held her gaze—never once looking away since you’d started soaping up—shamelessly keeping her eyes fixed on your exposed pussy. she looked like starving.
once you were finished, you wrapped yourself in your towel and started following your friend out, glancing back one last time from the doorway and smiling at them over your shoulder before leaving.
“…what was that?” sevika murmured, slowly and with a slight tremor, uncrossing her legs.
“that was our invitation to an afternoon of relaxation, my dears.” ambessa was already rising from the tub, revealing her goddess body, warmed and dripping wet from the long minutes spent submerged. “are you two coming, or am i going to have all the fun to myself? because honestly, i don’t mind either way.”
“of course we’re going,” grayson replied almost immediately, already rising. her haste would have surprised even her, were it not for… well, her haste.
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minutes later, you were settled into one of the rooms designated for resting; they could be heated to serve as a sauna, or simply cooled or kept at room temperature for a nap, a massage, or a quiet conversation.
your friend had said her goodbyes back in the locker room; she had headed straight home after getting dressed, leaving you alone in the bathhouse. now, wearing only your bra, you were taking advantage of the room’s privacy to apply scented body oil all over. you were sitting down, smoothing the product onto your legs. the room’s warm, low lighting, combined with the relaxing aroma of your products and the scented candles, created the perfect atmosphere for unwinding.
that was when the door slowly opened. you glanced up just to check, smiling before looking back down at your legs.
“i think you’re in the wrong room…”
“no. this is the right one.” you let your legs rest and braced your hands on the bench, leaning back against the wall as you looked directly at them. all three still had towels wrapped around them—though the towels did a poor job of trying to hide their strong bodies.
ambessa sat down beside you, keeping a safe distance as she removed her towel, letting out a low sigh as she settled into her spot. grayson sat on the other side, though she kept her towel on. you turned your head toward her and offered a welcoming smile, shamelessly letting your gaze drop for a second—taking in the cleavage pushed together by the towel—before meeting her eyes again. sevika entered last, closing the door behind her. she also removed her towel, hanging it on a rack as she walked over to the three of you. you smiled at her too, but quickly replaced it with a bite of your lower lip as you scanned her naked body.
“aren’t you going to introduce me to your friends?” you asked, turning your head to look at ambessa, who had been silently watching the interactions.
“oh, right. these are sevika and grayson.” she gestured casually, a dismissive wave of her hand that earned an annoyed grumble from sevika and a soft eye-roll from grayson.
you just chuckled softly, deciding then to make your move. after all, what were you all waiting for?
“nice names. it switches you both. now… you came here to relax, didn’t you? how about i help out while we wait for masseuses to arrive?”
you took the oil you’d used on your legs, splashed a little onto your hands, knelt on the bench, and moved closer to grayson. her eyes widened slightly, but she didn’t stop you. you shifted until you were behind her, beginning a slow massage on her tense shoulders. she let out a low sigh, leaning into your touch.
“you’re tense…” you murmured, increasing the pressure of your fingers. “are you two, as well?”
“you have no idea,” sevika replied quietly, her eyes fixed on your hands and the way grayson’s towel was slipping down.
you slid your hands downward, helping the cloth slide lower, and leaned in closer to her face. you kissed her jawline, followed by a trail of kisses leading to her mouth, where you began a slow, deep kiss.
with your eyes closed, you couldn’t see who had approached; you only knew that the next moment, you felt large, warm hands on your waist, one on each side. the larger hand slid to your hip, squeezing firmly and gathering the flesh until it was cupping your buttock. you sighed into the kiss at the sensation, pulling away just enough to let out soft gasps as the touches continued.
ambessa squeezed your butt, slowly kissing and licking your neck. on the other side, sevika gripped her waist and moved her hand to unclasp your bra, planting kisses along your spine. in front of you, grayson stood up—now completely naked—and slowly pulled you into a seated position. naturally, you didn’t resist.
grayson knelt on the floor, holding your legs to spread them wide, and wasted no time in going down on you. her tongue traced a path from your hole up to your clit, closing around it to suck. you moaned, pressing yourself into her mouth while gripping ambessa and sevika’s shoulders. one of them sucked and licked at a nipple, while the other left marks on your neck.
but then, a sudden noise outside made you four freeze instantly. someone had dropped something right by the door, followed by the sound of two women talking. they were deciding which room to enter.
“did you lock the door?” you asked, looking at sevika.
the woman raised her eyebrows and shrugged, an answer that spoke volumes.
before you could get up to lock it, one of ambessa’s long, thick fingers stopped you, sliding into your soaked hole. sevika was quick to cover your mouth, muffling the loud whimper that escaped you.
“just stay quiet, darling. can you do that?”
ambessa curled her finger inside, pushing back and forth, slowly increasing the intensity and speed. grayson released one of your legs to bring her hand to your pussy as well, using her thumb to circle your clit. your body tensed in their hands, and more moans and whimpers were stifled by sevika’s hand; she kept her eyes fixed on the door while kissing your jawline.
the doorknob turned; someone was holding it. you squeezed your eyes shut, unsure if you were bracing to get caught or struggling not to moan louder as the fingers continued working on your pussy. but fortunately, the debate outside seemed to take a different turn, as the person let go of the knob and footsteps moved toward another room.
you almost sighed with relief, but the sensation of another of ambessa’s fingers entering you stopped you.
“fuck! ah—...”
“quiet, sweetheart. we almost got caught,” sevika whispered, kneeling beside you.
she leaned in, aiming for your filled pussy, gathering saliva in her mouth before spitting right into the center; it quickly mingled with your fluids, tangling between ambessa’s fingers. then, she grabbed the leg grayson was still holding open and straddled your thigh, riding you shamelessly, grunting softly as she felt her pussy slide easily against your skin, and arching her back to offer her breast to your mouth, which you immediately started to suck on.
you used one hand to hold onto her waist and slid the other to pinch ambessa’s nipple; she gasped softly at your touch.
the relentless, deep, and precise movements of ambessa’s two fingers inside you, accompanied by the steady pressure of grayson’s thumb on your clit, didn’t take long to make you cum. your back arched, your breath catching for a long, agonizing second before escaping in shaky, ragged bursts. your inner walls contracted repeatedly around her fingers, as if milking them deeper inside, while your clit pulsed against her thumb.
as the peak of your ecstasy subsided, ambessa leaned in to capture your mouth in a wet, messy kiss, pulling your hair at the nape of your neck to guide you. after she let go, and while you caught your breath with half-lidded eyes, the three women exchanged silent glances over you.
with a nod, grayson signaled for sevika to move off you. she gave a side smile as she understood, moving to free your thigh—which was now soaked from her pussy.
ambessa and sevika shifted, guiding you down to the floor. you looked at them in confusion but didn’t stop them, moving along with them until you were kneeling on the marble.
“what? didn’t think we didn’t have other uses for you, did you?” ambessa teased.
“i just… just don’t understand how—uh…” with one on each side, ambessa and sevika grabbed your arms, stretching them out. you watched as they wedged your arms between their toned thighs, pulling them upward and lowering themselves until their pussies were in direct contact with your limbs, where they began to grind back and forth.
“that—that’s it. oh, shit,” sevika moaned. they quickly found a rhythm, reveling in how the fit, the pressure, and the speed sent waves of pleasure to their throbbing cores. they leaned over you, locking their mouths in an intense kiss.
from your position, you smiled, your gaze darting between the two of them. so close, yet so far from their pussies. even so, you could smell their musky perfectly. and fortunately, you wouldn’t have to just imagine the taste, as grayson’s large, gentle, calloused hands guided your face forward, right in front of her pussy.
you licked and bit your lips in anticipation, opening your mouth as the two of you leaned toward one another.
as soon as your warm, wet mouth began to lick and suck her, grayson let out low grunts and sighs, initially stroking your hair—before abandoning any attempt at gentleness and gripping it tightly, dictating the pace and pressure.
the room grew hotter and more humid as the sounds continued: from the moans, grunts, and gasps they tried to keep hushed, to the obscene wet sounds your mouth made against grayson’s pussy, and the sounds of sevika and ambessa riding your arms. you were more than happy to be used essentially as a sex toy by them; your pussy dripping onto the floor—long, viscous trails slowly sliding down to make the ground glisten—serving as living proof of your arousal as you satisfied them with everything you had left after the intense orgasm they’d given you minutes earlier.
the pace of the two women riding your arms quickened, both of your limbs going numb from the position, but you wouldn’t stop. at the same time, grayson pressed you harder against her, her head thrown back as she gasped at the way you were forcefully sucking her swollen clit.
in the end, they came almost simultaneously, one right after the other. you almost moaned as you watched them, watching their faces contort with the pleasure of their climax and listening to the low, deep sounds they made. fuck, you almost cummed just from the realization that you were being used by women who looked like works of art.
slowly, each of them pulled away from you. you took a deep breath as you were drawn away from grayson’s pussy; half your face slick and glistening, just like both your arms, a total mess. and, of course, the little mess you’d made on the floor didn’t go unnoticed.
ambessa held your chin, turning your face toward hers, then slid her thumb into your mouth, which you immediately sucked on.
“it seems your body still wants more. am i right?”
“fuck, yeah. look at this…” sevika murmured, pressing the top of her foot against you, eliciting a shaky, muffled whimper.
grayson brushed some hair from your face, wiping the fine sheen of sweat from your forehead. “we should take her somewhere so we can do whatever we want with her.”
“that’s the second least useless idea i’ve ever heard from one of you,” sevika agreed.
Leap!/Ballerina is soo underrated like i wish there was more content of it i might just start writing for it
I already have a fic idea. It takes place post movie, it would be about Félicie adjusting to her new lifestyle as a ballerina and as Odette and Louis' adoptive daughter, maybe even Camille is also under their care after Madame Le Haut's death (bc there's NO WAY she survived that fall and being crushed by scaffolding)
The first chapter would be Camille learning to grief while taking a break from ballet to focus on her actual likes and hobbies and sort out what she actually wants in life without her mother's strings puppeteering her
What do we think, remaining 6 Leap/Ballerina fans?
blakekathryn
gracieabrams
turnnoffyourmind
2087
andulkaphoto
prguitarman
theartofmadeline
areudirty
tangentwithtanner
