Molly stared at her image in the bathroom mirror. Her outfit was unlike anything she had ever worn or would have chosen for herself. It surprised her, but the tight black satin corset made her look pretty damned sexy. The tiny mesh thong was comfortable but left her backside exposed, a feature she worried about, but which was not visible in the mirror. The thong didn't cover much, but her instructions, followed to the letter, didn't leave a whole lot to cover, just a small, neatly trimmed "landing strip". Below the thong was a pair of lace thigh-highs which made Molly's legs look thinner. To complement the stockings, her feet were tucked into spiked high heels that seemed to elongate her legs and, according to Max, made her bottom taut and firm. The outfit was completed by a small black mask, offering a modicum of anonymity.
It was nearly show time, and she now thought of the deal they'd made. Max had done his part, completing a renovation project which had been dragging on for ages and not complaining for the previous 2 months while she put in many extra hours, restructuring her department at work. Now Molly had to fulfill her part. She said that if he did what he said he would do, she would do "anything" that Max wanted, as long as it wasn't in public and didn't include any animals.
She had never expected him to actually meet the deadline on the renovation, or especially, not complain or nag her over her work schedule. But now she was here, in the bathroom of a hotel suite, miles from home and Max was waiting in the other room, music, camera and lights at the ready. Max and Molly's movie was to be a first and last for her. The credits would show her as the star, but Max as producer, director, writer, cameraman, editor and prop master. The final negotiated agreement included one viewing of the directly-recorded disk in the camera and destruction of the disk before returning home.
Molly's thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. "Two minutes" called Max's voice, a bit more tense than usual. Molly checked her look again. She was glad that Max had included the spray-on tan as part of the prep. She had to admit that she looked hot and sexy, if she did say so herself! The warm tingling feeling between her legs was accentuated by the dab of warming lube called for in her instructions. A small sigh escaped her lips as she took another, last sip from her third glass of wine and waited for her cue.
At the appointed time, she heard the music begin and then Max's voice called out "quiet on the set" followed by "action". She turned off the light and opened the door. The bedroom was lit by a dozen candles and a couple of dim lights. Max was across the room, camera running, as Molly strutted into the room. And she really did strut, in the killer heels she was wearing. It was strange, but the shoes and mask put her in a strange state of mind, sort of dreamy and surreal. She knew that each change in music meant a change of action in the movie. Her first two minute vignette involved walking across the room and giving the camera a full view of her costume from all sides. She found herself striking a pose; hand on her hip, and looking away from the camera. As she turned, she bent forward slowly, hands to her knees, and arched her back, showing off her butt. She turned back to the camera, and ran her hands up over the corset, cupping her breasts under the satin shell. Then the music changed, a slow jazz number replacing the rock ballad.
Scene two called for Molly to slowly walk over to the bed. She then casually lay down on the bed, on pillows propped up in advance. She swung her legs up and slipped her feet out of the ridiculously tall heels. She stretched out on the bed, trying not to stare at Max or the camera. The mask and the darkness of the room helped. The buzz from the 3 glasses of wine helped more. As scripted, she rubbed her breasts and slid her hands down along her waist to her legs. She then slid one hand up and gently massaged her pussy through the silky thong. After a little while, she began to feel a more aroused. She slowly pulled the thong aside with one hand and massaged herself with the other, in full view of the camera. On cue with a change in the music, Molly hooked her thumbs under the thin waistband of the thong and began sliding the thin wisp of material down, arching her back to lift her bottom off of the bed. She tossed the little panties off into the darkness.
