First Shot

I knew I was in trouble the second I walked into the studio. My new boss, Lena, was already waiting by the lights, arms crossed, a cigarette burning between her fingers. She looked me up and down like I was a piece of meat she wasn't sure she wanted to buy.

"You're late, Max."

"Five minutes."

"Five minutes I could have spent shooting." She flicked the cigarette into an ashtray and nodded toward the changing screen. "Get ready. We're doing test shots first. I need to see what you can do with the lighting."

My hands were shaking as I set up the reflector. She walked past me, close enough that I caught her perfume—something sharp and expensive. Her hand brushed my arm, just barely, and I felt my cock twitch in my jeans.

"Focus," she said, but there was a smile in her voice.

The first hour was torture. She corrected my angles, adjusted my grip on the camera, her body pressed against mine from behind to show me the right position. Her tits pressed into my back, and I couldn't stop thinking about what they'd look like without the tight black blouse.

"Better," she said, stepping back. "Now the real shoot. Undress."

I almost dropped the camera. "What?"

"It's a test. I need to see if you can handle intimacy." She was already unbuttoning her blouse, slow and deliberate. "Don't make me repeat myself."

She was naked in under a minute. Perfect tits, dark nipples already hard. A strip of neatly trimmed hair between her thighs. She posed on the white backdrop like she'd been doing it her whole life, legs apart, one hand between her breasts.

"Take the shot," she said.

I lifted the camera, but my hands were shaking. Through the lens, she looked even more incredible. Her skin glowed under the studio lights, and when she turned around, bent over, and looked back at me over her shoulder, I forgot how to breathe.

"Hard," she whispered.

"What?"

"Your cock. It's hard, isn't it?"

I couldn't answer. She stood up, walked toward me, and took the camera out of my hands. Set it on the floor.

"Show me."

I unzipped my jeans, and my cock sprang out, already leaking. She didn't look surprised.

"Good," she said. "Now sit."

She pushed me down onto a stool, then straddled me, her wet pussy pressing against the tip of my cock. She was so warm, so ready. I grabbed her hips, and she guided me inside her with a single, smooth motion.

"Fuck," I groaned.

"Shut up and move."

I thrust up into her, and she rode me hard, her nails digging into my shoulders, her breath hot against my ear. The stool creaked beneath us, and I could smell her sweat, her arousal, everything.

"Faster," she demanded.

I gripped her ass and pounded into her, watching her tits bounce with every stroke. She was so tight, so wet, and when I hit that spot inside her, she cried out and bit my shoulder.

"Don't you fucking stop."

I didn't. I drove into her until I felt her pussy clench around me, heard her gasp, felt her cum on my cock. Then I pulled out and pushed her onto her knees.

"Open your mouth."

She looked up at me, eyes dark, lips parted. I came on her face, thick ropes of cum across her lips, her chin, her tits. She licked her lips and smiled.

"Not bad for a first shoot."

I was still catching my breath when she stood up, grabbed a towel, and wiped her face. Then she picked up the camera and handed it back to me.

"Now let's do it for real."