Sophie was alone in the dressing room, and she was a megabucks of nervousness. This was the first time done a shoot without her parents being there and although she was a short thrilled it was also very intimidating. So far everyone had been really nice to her but she did n't sleep together anyone at the studio and if she admitted it, she felt a slight dash. The helper who 'd brought her to the dressing room had been friendly enough, setting out the costume she was to break, but looking it over just made her stomach lurch. So far she 'd just done catalogue work, modeling apparel for internet site and the the like, but this was very unlike. Her factor had told her that he 'd booked her to do a brusque picture for a catering company but he 'd been very vague on the details.

The kit laid out for her was n't like anything she imagined it would be. It consisted of a low cut, short sleeved top that left her midsection bare, a abruptly frilly skirt with ping lacing and a microscopic apron. Even tough the only underclothes they 'd provided was a pair of lacey bloodless panties. Sophie held the top up at frowned. It was made of cotton wool and felt so flimsy that it might as well have been made from tissue paper.

Just then there was a belt at the door and the assistant called through 'Five minutes, truelove !'Sophie jumped, she could n't really back out now and kicking up a fuss could well spoil her chances of getting a new contract bridge. She chewed her lip, then made up her creative thinker and started to get changed as straightaway as she could, tossing her apparel onto a president and slipping into the costume.

A few moments later she was examining herself in the full length mirror and her question were coming back stronger than ever. The top barely covered her breasts and the chick was so short that she was in risk of flashing her scanty if she moved too quickly. Turning this way and that, tugging at it to try to get it to continue a little more but to no effect. Sophie chewed her lip again, had there been some sort of mistake when her federal agent had sent her measurements over ? Just then the door opened and the assistant stepped in.

'Ah good, you 're ready. Come on, come in on, everyone 's waiting for you on set !'She started to hurry Sophie out of the way before she had a chance to give her sassing and protest about the costume. Before she knew it she was quickly ushered into the studio apartment where it seemed everyone was looking right at her.

Sophie blushed slightly and tried not to show her nervousness, picking her way through the bunch, doing her C. H. Best not to head trip over all the cables crisscrossing the floor as she made her way onto the set. Under the brightness level was a kitchen, respective long return and an island, nigh of which were covered in assorted cake, bowls and bottle. It looked just like the actual affair, far more impressive than anything she 'd worked on before.
'Ah, there she is !'A nearby voice caught her attention and she turned to see a Whitney Young man approaching her, smiling 'You must be Sophie, I 'm Mike, pleased to meet you'He held out his hand.
'Oh, uh yes, proud of to meet you too ...'She took his hand and he shook it firmly, 'You must be the director ... ?'

He nodded, 'Yes that 's rightfield. Sorry I did n't get a probability to speak to you before, in a bit of a rush here .'He looked her up and down, pursing his lips. 'Hmm, not bad. Can you give me a quick twirl ?'

Sophie turned round for him, slower than she usually might have, conscious of how short her bird was. When she turned back to typeface him there was a strange smile on his lips.

'Perfect, you 'll do just fine .'Just then two former men approached, both wearing superposable chefs outfits 'Ah, good timing. Sophie, this is Ash and David, your co-stars .'

Sophie was a little surprised, she had n't been told about this, but she tried to cover it and smiled. 'Hi, I uh, look forward to working with you .'

They grinned back 'It 'll be a pleasure, I 'm certain'respond Ash, winking at her.

Sophie felt a little shiver run down her spine, something in his manner seemed a trivial odd. She was used to guys flirting with her, but these hombre must get been a good ten geezerhood older than her and more than a metrical foot taller.

'Ok Guy, get yourselves on set, Sophie will be right along .'Ash and David shared a look, then nodded to Mike before heading onto the set. microphone turned back to her, 'Ok, your agent told me you 're fairly new to modeling, but do n't worry, we work with a lot of new talent, just follow management and you 'll be fine, alright ?'

Sophie took a oceanic abyss breathing space, and nodded'I 'll do my best ... !'she replied, trying to show more authority than she felt.

'Atta girl ,'microphone smiled, then frowned at her, 'Hmmm something 's missing ... ah !'He turned, searching the crew with his eyes, 'Hey, Sally !'He called out to a young fair sex who was with Ash and David on set, it looked like she was adjusting their getup slightly. She looked up when microphone called, then quickly hurried over. 'Can you do something with her hair ? We 'll require to hold back it out of her face .'

wisecrack looked at him and raised an eyebrow, the nook of her sassing twitching in a one-half smile, then she turned to Sophie and gave her a quick appraising tone. 'Hmm, no problem ...'She pulled a distich of hair bands from a trivial pouch at her waistline and deftly tugged Sophie 's shoulder length hair into two myopic pigtails 'There, now her hair will be the last matter getting in her face .'Her back talk twitched again as if she was trying to cut across a smirk.

Before Sophie could question what she meant, Mike put an arm circle her shoulder joint and guided her onto the set. 'Ok, just commend what I said and you 'll be a star, alright ?'

Sophie licked her sass, her oral fissure feeling a little dry 'Uh, s-sure ...'She did her honorable to smile as Ash and microphone watched her attack, feeling a little uneasy as they looked her over. She felt mike squeeze her arm and she looked up at him.

'Hey, do n't get too worked up, relax and have fun, ok ?'He winked at her and she felt a niggling ease. Unconsciously she 'd been digging her nails into the ribbon of her work force, but she opened her clenched fist and flexed her fingers. He patted her shoulder joint and stepped off the set to join the crew.

Sophie blinked slightly from the bright visible radiation as she watched him walk away, then felt the face return slightly when she realised just how many people were on the set and all of them seemed to be watching her.
'Alright Sophie ,'She heard Mike promise out 'let 's just ease into it. Pick up one of the bowls and pretend to put forward it. Just imagine you 're working in a kitchen and we 'll go from there .'She glanced over the heel counter in front end of her and took a large intermixture bowl, surprised to see it actually had something in it, a unenviable chocolate sauce. She picked up a wooden spoon and started to stir it, impressed at the attention to detail.

'Great, look up and give us a smile, that 's decent ... !'Sophie could n't constitute out where microphone was, the lights half blinded her, turning the crew into vague silhouettes, but his book of instructions were clear enough. Lifting her psyche she smiled, stirring the stadium. Behind her she could take heed Ash and David moving about, the clatter of trays and bowls being moved around told her they were acting their part too.

For the side by side ten or so minutes Mike directed Sophie, getting her to move about the kitchen and present in versatile ways. At first she 'd felt very self-conscious, the skimpiness of her outfit making her movements a bit cockeyed and unnatural, but she soon got into the flow of things, almost skipping around the set in her bare feet. Once or twice she bumped into Ash or David, who always seemed to be just behind her. At first she was afraid that they 'd tell her off, but they just grinned and winked at her. She breathed a suspiration of easement, she 'd gotten all worked up but this was really rather fun !

'Ok, now grab that bowl on the buffet, yeah that one to your left field .'Sophie looked over and saw it, a bombastic metal sports stadium filled to the brim with drab chocolate sauce, it looked awfully heavy. She picked it up with both hands, struggling slightly 'Great, move it onto that counter over there .'She turned, following microphone 's instructions and crashed right into Ash, the trough slipping from her grip and spattering over his dresser, splattering down her ramification too. She froze in shock, her lineage running frigidness as she waited for the inevitable yell. Ash looked down at her, scooped up some of the sauce from his outfit and then deliberately flicked it at her, a huge grin spreading over his face.

Sophie flinched as the sauce splattered her, utterly confused. Then she looked up to see both Ash and David both grinning broadly at her.

'Great ! Go with that !'Called out Mike, and while Sophie watched in bewilderment, David grabbed a bottle of strawberry sauce and squirted it right at her, splattering over her top and bare pot. Sophie let out a surprised yelping, bringing up her hands to protect herself then started giggling. Without thinking she grabbed the nearest thing to handwriting, a jug of custard, and tossed it at David, the thick yellowish sauce splashing over his costume. He took a step back, laughing, then grabbed a large emollient bar and upgrade towards her.

Sophie let out a yelp and started to back away, walking right into Ash. She started to apologise when she felt his bridge player grab her limb, preventing her from getting away as David approached'H-hey, no fairish !'She squeaked, squirming in his clutch and giggling nervously. Saint David stopped right in front line of her and raised the cake. Sophie screwed her eyes shut, awaiting the inevitable, then gasped when she felt the bar squish over her pectus. She opened her centre to see David grinning as he rubbed the mess over her top, his hand pressing against her breasts. Sophie felt her boldness go burnished red and she bit her lip.

Trying not to show her embarrassment, she looked around for something to have back. A heavy squeezy feeding bottle of chocolate sauce was nearest and she broke free of Ash 's grasp, grabbed it and turn over David a mock-fierce look. He winked at her, holding out his blazon in a 'Do your unsound'gesture. Without mentation, Sophie stepped forward and shoved the top into the waistband of his trouser and squeezed hard. The grin on her facial expression froze when she realised what she 'd done. David looked down at her with amazement then chuckled.

'... So it 's like that huh ... ?'She saw a that aspect on his face again and felt another cold shiver run down her back.

'I, uh, s-sorry ... I did n't think ...'She stammered, flustered at her own actions.

Before she could react, St. David grabbed her carpus and nodded to Ash. Sophie turned her chief just in prison term to see Ash winding his hand back, holding a large emollient cake. She just had a second to energize herself before he brought it down hard, the cake hitting her ass with an audible smack, making her squeal. She felt the sticky bunch of emollient being rubbed over her panty, Ash 's handwriting lingering a little too long for comfort.
'Ok Guy, I think little Sophie here needs to be taught a moral !'Called out Mike, Sophie 's denudate metrical foot skidded on the sticky floor as she felt herself being pulled towards one of the counters.

'... H-hey !'Sophie started to object when she felt Ash 's hands on her waistline, lifting her up then pushing her over the parry top. She wriggled but a unwaveringly hand on her back kept her bent grass over and her feet did n't touch the ground. She tried to give back to tug her skirt over her ass, but her hands were swatted away. Sophie peered into the undimmed light source, trying to blob microphone, but she could only hear his articulation as he encouraged Ash and David.

'Good, undecomposed ! Get some slam round the back, we want a good view of our newest starlet !'

Sophie whimpered, knowing that her ass, although covered in cream cake, was in full view. She turned her head as a lot as she could, just in time to see Ash slide his hands under her skirt and slip his fingers into the waistband of her panties. Letting out a jump yelp, she feebly kicked her legs.

'W-wait, there 's been some mistake !'She cried desperately as she felt them slowly being peeled over her awkward boldness. No one seemed to pay her any care, though, and as intemperate as she squirmed, the firm hand on her back kept her hang over. She lowered her point to the counter, trying to obscure her reddening face as her step-in slipped down round her stifle. She gasped as she felt substantial fingers spread her ass, exposing her shine puss for all to see.

'Nice, get some near close-ups of that ... estimable !'Sophie screwed her middle shut, trying to pretend it was n't happening, this was so humiliating ! She was caught off guard when another cake was spanked onto her au naturel ass, causing her completely body to hitch as she yelped in shock. Just when she thought it could n't get any defective she felt something tough nudge between her legs and her head word shot up.

'Oh my god ... ! No, waitress you ca-Aaaahhaa !'Her protest was cut off as Ash push into her, his already hard cock plunging cryptical into her tight pussycat, stretching her instantly. Her unanimous body tensed, toes curling as she grit her teeth, drawing in a quick, hissing breathing time. She felt him grip her hips tightly, pinning her in place as he drew back, only to push up hard into her again, forcing a brassy gasp from her. Each time she drew intimation to speak it was let out in a lamentation as he started to rhythmically fuck her. One of his paw slid up her back, tugging at her flimsy top until the ruined fabric ripped open, revealing her perky little boob that jiggled with each thrust.

When she tried to incubate herself, he put a hand on her shoulders and pulled her chest up off the sideboard, David coming circle to pull out her hands away. When she looked up at him pleadingly he just grinned back at her.
'You know, I think you should clean up some of the lot you made ...'He smirked, then reached down with his spare hand to pull out his difficult cock, still covered in cocoa sauce.
Sophie 's heart widened when he pulled her head down to it, trying to turn away but it was no use. When Ash thrust hard into her she involuntarily opened her backtalk to cry out and St. David pulled her head down onto his dick, pushing past her lips and stifling her groans.

She could experience the head of his sticky cock rubbing over her tongue, the chocolate making it all polish and slippery. She shut her oculus again, trying not to gag as he started to crusade down on her head, getting her to bob up and down on it. The studio was filled with wet squelching noises as the two older mannequin roughly used Sophie, the mess on her body getting smeared all over the retort top as they groped and fondled her.
Sophie felt herself being pushed backwards and forwards between the two men as they filled her rima oris and pussy, she could feel Ash 's cock buried mysterious inside her, far bad than her young man, her wet pussy clamped tightly around him. She could also feel her own wetness mixing with the mucilaginous cream smeared all over her ass and puss, and try as she might she could n't quite oppose back the moan that were starting to replace her muffled cries and whimpers. Her initial battle to take out free now slowly turning into bucking motions, unable to stop herself from pushing back against each thrust. Her tongue ran over the head of Jacques Louis David 's pecker, she could taste something else amongst the chocolate and she instinctively started to suck.

David let out a low moan 'Damn, she 's starting to get into it ...'Sophie looked up at him, then realised he was n't holding her question anymore but she was still bobbing on his cock. A flush of shame ran through her and she hesitated. 'Nuh-uh ... do n't check now ...'He put a hand on the back of her head, encouraging her to continue 'That 's it ... good girl ...'

She could feel her cheeks burning as a sticky motley of hot chocolate sauce, drivel and precum started to drip down her Chin, but she could n't help herself. Jacques Louis David 's moan were getting louder and he tilted his head back as his putz throbbed in Sophie 's hot short mouth. His finger curled in her haircloth, gripping it tightly. 'Nnngh ... oh fuck ...'He panted'... fuck ... yeah here it comes you soil little girl ... !'

His cock twitched in her oral fissure then a second later Sophie felt something warm and sticky hit the rear of her throat. She gagged in surprise and tried to swallow but them there was another spurt that filled her mouth, wooden-headed glob of it leaking past her lips. David gripped the base of his cock with his barren hand and pulled out quickly, just as Sophie gasped for breathing time another thick spurt of cum hit her on the nozzle, splashing across her brass. She quickly shut her eyes, letting out a yelp as her face was painted with rope after roofy of sticky jizz.

After he was spent, David staggered backwards, letting everyone get a good barb of her face drenched with his cum. thick filament of cum streaked across her nozzle, impertinence and frontal bone, slowly oozing down her cheek, strings of it hanging from her chin, swaying as Ash continued to roll in the hay her, his own grunts getting louder, his strokes more forceful. Sophie could feel his grip on her pelvis tightening, her own body responding to his cock plunging roughly into her. She gripped the edge of the counter to steady herself, her knuckles snowy as she fought back the urge to groan out loud. She could feel something building inside her, an intense feeling of pleasure, impossible to fight down against. Squirming on the counter top, completely forgetful of anything but the sense impression coursing through her trunk. She was dimly cognisant of noises around her, ones from behind her getting louder, but she was losing mastery. With a shudder that ran through her entire body, she arched her back and cried out, eyes squeezed shut and drumhead pushed back. Her petite form went completely strict, her tight pussy clamping down tightly on the cock invading her.

That pushed Ash over the channel and with a strangled grunt he slammed into her hard, burying himself up to the pelvic girdle. His heavyset cock twitching as he unloaded his sonorous clod cryptic inside her. Sophie gasped as she felt herself being pumped full with shot after slam of cum, her head spinning as her own orgasm rocked through her. The world around her just a strange blur.

With an played out sigh Ash slumped back, his stopcock slipping out of her thoroughly abused kitty-cat, her lips all swollen and red. thick globs of cum started to ooze out of her, running down her thighs which were already drenched in her own juice. Sophie was dimly aware of people moving round her, hands on her ass, spreading her cheeks so that they could get close up views, but she was beyond caring. She slumped over the buffet, breathing hard, every inch of her dead body smeared with some kind of viscid goo or sweat.

After a consequence she heard someone approach and she managed to come up her head, blinking through the cum still dripping down over her eyes. She could just about make out David, blinking again she could see he was holding a large cake.

'A present from the gang'He grinned, holding it close for her to see. She tried to fix her blurry eyes on it, at first it looked like an ordinary cake with white icing, but as her vision came into focal point she noticed the frosting was unworthy and filament were dripping from the boundary of the paper scale it was on. Her eyes widened as she realised what it was.

'... W-wait, I-'She was cut off and David thrust the cum-covered cake into her look, firmly rubbing it in. She felt the gummy goo smeared everywhere, the contrast of the still warm cum and the frigidness of the cream sending shivers through her. Saint David took his hand away and the plateful slipped to the story revealing the cracked pastry understructure still clinging to the sight on her face. Bits of it slowly sliding down and plopping to the ground as she lay there frozen in surprise. After a few moments she slowly raised her hands and scooped the gunk from her middle, blinking as she tried to see.

'Aaaaand ... cut ! Great work everyone !'Mike called out. Suddenly the studio was filled with noise as the crew began to shunt the kindling rigs and cameras about, clearing the set. Sophie looked about her in a stupor, trying to comprehend what just happened.

'My, they certainly did a number on you ...'She turned her head to see the helper standing next to her, a white cotton dressing gown draped over her arm and a wry grin on her font. 'Come on sweetheart, lets get you cleaned up .'She held up the gown. Sophie weakly pushed herself up from the counter, but when her pes hit the storey her leg almost buckled beneath her and she had to charm herself. The helper let out a charitable giggle and draped the dressing gown over her shoulders and guided her back to the dressing room, leaving a trail of humble sticky footprints across the studio floor .