The Shoot Pt. 01

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Dan and Steve were astonished as they watched as the young actress came at the hands of the singer. Orgasms ripped through the young blonde's body as she shuttered and shook. The advanced microphones picked up her quiet moans and panting, as well a squishing noise coming from Justin's hands. As she rode the last wave of her orgasms, Justin removed his hands and stood up. Looking down at the young starlet he saw she was spent. Hair matted down over her flushed face, her fat tits spilling over the top of her bra, nipples pushing out from the fabric at least an inch each. Sitting in a pool of her own juices, wave after wave of orgasm had washed over her, making her mouth dry and her head in a daze. Justin grabbed the chair and spun her back in her original direction, the force causing some of her pussy juice to drip back and pool under her sizable ass. He reached forward and did the clasp above the zipper on her collar.

"That seems fine. Are you ready to get started?" He asked as Emily Patterson looked up in a stupor.

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Dan and Steve couldn't believe what they just saw. Justin stood there, an obvious erection in his pants, as Emily sat in the chair sweaty and confused.

"Jesus Christ. This girl is a complete whore." Dan remarked, shocked.

"I knew she would be perfect for this shoot. Let's see how far we can take it." Steve replied.

"Ok kids, let's get ready for shot 1. Justin you good? Emily?" Dan called out over the speakers.

"Yeah, let's do it!" Justin said eagerly, very eagerly. Emily was still in a haze and fully embarrassed.

I can't believe what just happened to me. If I say something they're going to think I'm a slut... maybe nobody noticed. I don't want to lose my new job before it even starts!

Dan knew what was coming up in the ensuing shots. If she just let that guy feel her up, and completely humiliate her, and yet said nothing, this was going to be a very interesting session.

"Ok kids, let's start rolling. Justin, get ready for shot 1! Action!" Dan called out while the cameras came to life. The first few shots were fairly standard to tell the story of "Spies Like Us." The man asked questions while the girl stayed silent. A few artistic overhead shots of the lone lightbulb swinging. Some close ups of the chains, binding the girl's hands together. As they checked shot after shot off, the men behind the cameras were very excited for the next scene."

Scene 18 was some of the first real acting of the day. It called for Emily to spit on Justin in response to his demand, and then he would put a gag in her mouth. The first of many indignities lined up for Emily, that she didn't know about yet. Dan gave the direction to Justin and Emily and readied the shot.

"Just don't spit in my eye" Justin laughed as he pulled the gag from his cargo pockets. Emily had relaxed throughout the shoot and was in a much more reasonable headspace. She could still feel the dampness in between her thighs, and a heat in her panties. Dan called out that the cameras were rolling and they began the next scene.

"Where are the codes?!" Justin demanded as he leaned across the table. Emily reared back and spit on Justin's cheek.

PERFECT SHOT

! She thought! Rage filled Justin's eyes as he wiped his face and moved around the table.

"You won't get to do that again." He sneered. Justin held Emily's chin in his large left hand, pushing her cheeks forward and forcing her lips out like she had just had lip fillers. Instead of reaching for the gag, Justin took his meaty right hand and plunged two fingers down her throat. Emily began to wheeze as she was not expecting this. Emily began to gag as spit coated Justin's fingers and hand. He pistoned them in and out of her mouth like he was face fucking her. He looked down and saw her nipples hardening through the latex once again.

Emily felt her eyes water as she gagged on his fingers. She felt her nipples harden in the suit and her cunt flood. She didn't know why her body was reacting like this, and she couldn't stop it. As quickly and roughly as he had entered her mouth, Justin took his hand out and rubbed the spit all over her face. He then placed a ball gag in her mouth and strapped it behind her head. Emily was now cuffed and shackled with a ball gag in her mouth, with no way to communicate with anyone! She started to feel panicked, and began breathing heavily, trying to get as much air as she could through the ball gag. As her panting turned to ragged gasps for air, she felt her arm shackles tighten as another loop slipped through the clip on the chair. Being forced backwards, she felt Justin release the chains that he had just pulled taut.

Did he just tighten these shackles?

ZZZZZIIIIIIPPPPPP

Emily's eyes darted down-- as did everyone's as soon as they heard the noise. The extra pressure on her suit had forced the zipper to pull down, leaving her heaving, white cleavage on full display. Luckily she had mashed her breasts back into the confines of the bra during an earlier break. The pressure on her throat was still there, as a result of the upper clasp still being jammed shut. Having an immovable spot at the top forced the pressure on the suit to unzip further leaving the outfit open to her navel, with her two large breasts hanging out for all to see.

"Well this is perfect, we got that recorded. Justin can you skip ahead to the injection scene? We can come back and get some other shots."

"No problem, boss!" Justin said with a grin. He pulled out a syringe filled with neon green liquid. He looked over at Dan and Steve and got a thumbs up to start the next scene.