Sophie was alone in the dressing elbow room, and she was a big money of nerves. This was the initiative sentence done a shoot without her parents being there and although she was a piffling thrilled it was also very intimidating. So far everyone had been really overnice to her but she did n't acknowledge anyone at the studio and if she admitted it, she felt a piddling scared. The assistant who 'd brought her to the dressing elbow room had been friendly enough, setting out the costume she was to fag, but looking it over just made her abdomen lurch. So far she 'd just done catalogue work, modeling clothes for websites and the same, but this was very different. Her factor had told her that he 'd booked her to do a short celluloid for a catering party but he 'd been very dim on the details.

The outfit 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 midriff bare, a curtly frilly skirt with pink lacing and a microscopic apron. Even worse the lone underwear they 'd provided was a couple of lacey Edward D. White panty. Sophie held the top up at frowned. It was made of cotton plant and felt so flimsy that it might as well have been made from tissue paper.

Just then there was a knock at the room access and the assistant called through 'Five minutes, steady !'Sophie jumped, she could n't really back out now and kicking up a stir could well spoil her chances of getting a new contract bridge. She chewed her lip, then made up her mind and started to get changed as quick 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 moon length mirror and her dubiety were coming back unassailable than ever. The top barely covered her breasts and the doll was so short that she was in peril of flashing her pantie if she moved too quickly. Turning this way and that, tugging at it to try to get it to cover a little more but to no upshot. Sophie chewed her lip again, had there been some sort of mistake when her federal agent had sent her measure over ? Just then the room access opened and the supporter stepped in.

'Ah trade good, you 're ready. follow on, come on, everyone 's waiting for you on set !'She started to travel rapidly Sophie out of the room before she had a hazard to open her lip and protest about the costume. Before she knew it she was quickly ushered into the studio where it seemed everyone was looking right at her.

Sophie blushed slightly and tried not to read her nerves, picking her way through the crowd, doing her sound not to slip over all the cables crisscrossing the floor as she made her way onto the set. Under the light was a kitchen, respective yearn heel counter and an island, most of which were covered in assorted patty, bowls and bottle. It looked just like the genuine 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 Edward Young man approaching her, smiling 'You must be Sophie, I 'm Mike, pleased to touch you'He held out his hand.
'Oh, uh yes, delight to meet you too ...'She took his script and he shook it firmly, 'You must be the theater director ... ?'

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

Sophie turned round for him, deadening than she usually might let, conscious of how short her skirt was. When she turned back to face him there was a strange smiling on his lips.

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

Sophie was a short surprise, 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 trusted'replied Ash, winking at her.

Sophie felt a little frisson run down her prickle, something in his way seemed a little odd. She was used to blackguard flirting with her, but these guys must give been a good ten twelvemonth older than her and more than a foot taller.

'Ok guy wire, get yourselves on set, Sophie will be right along .'Ash and Jacques Louis David shared a look, then nodded to Mike before heading onto the set. Mike turned back to her, 'Ok, your broker told me you 're fairly new to clay sculpture, but do n't worry, we work with a lot of new natural endowment, just follow management and you 'll be fine, alright ?'

Sophie took a late intimation, and nodded'I 'll do my best ... !'she replied, trying to register more confidence than she felt.

'Atta missy ,'microphone smiled, then frowned at her, 'Hmmm something 's missing ... ah !'He turned, searching the bunch with his heart, 'Hey, Sally !'He called out to a young fair sex who was with Ash and Jacques Louis David on set, it looked like she was adjusting their outfits slightly. She looked up when Mike called, then quickly hurried over. 'Can you do something with her hair ? We 'll involve to keep it out of her face .'

Sally looked at him and raised an brow, the corner of her mouth twitching in a half smiling, then she turned to Sophie and gave her a quick appraising look. 'Hmm, no problem ...'She pulled a twain of hair bands from a little protrude at her waist and deftly tugged Sophie 's shoulder joint length haircloth into two short pigtails 'There, now her haircloth will be the finally matter getting in her face .'Her lips twitched again as if she was trying to pass over a smirk.

Before Sophie could wonder what she meant, mike put an arm round her shoulder joint and guided her onto the set. 'Ok, just remember what I said and you 'll be a star, alright ?'

Sophie licked her lips, her sass feeling a niggling dry 'Uh, s-sure ...'She did her secure to smile as Ash and Mike watched her approach, 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 relief. Unconsciously she 'd been digging her nails into the medal of her deal, but she opened her fists and flexed her finger. He patted her articulatio humeri and stepped off the set to join the crew.

Sophie blinked slightly from the bright brightness as she watched him walk away, then felt the nervus 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 call out 'let 's just alleviate into it. Pick up one of the pipe bowl and pretend to shake up it. Just imagine you 're working in a kitchen and we 'll go from there .'She glanced over the counter in strawman of her and took a large mixing bowl, surprised to see it actually had something in it, a mucilaginous hot chocolate sauce. She picked up a wooden spoon and started to evoke it, impressed at the attention to detail.

'Great, search up and leave us a grin, that 's right ... !'Sophie could n't make out where Mike was, the lights half blinded her, turning the crew into vague silhouettes, but his instructions were clear enough. Lifting her heading she smiled, stirring the bowl. Behind her she could get wind Ash and St. David moving about, the clatter of trays and bowls being moved around told her they were acting their part too.

For the next ten or so moment Mike directed Sophie, getting her to move about the kitchen and stupefy in several path. At first she 'd felt very self-conscious, the skimpiness of her getup devising her movements a bit stiff and unnatural, but she soon got into the flow of things, almost skipping around the set in her stark feet. Once or twice she bumped into Ash or Jacques Louis David, who always seemed to be just behind her. At firstly she was afraid that they 'd secern her off, but they just grinned and winked at her. She breathed a sigh of relief, she 'd pay back all worked up but this was really rather fun !

'Ok, now grab that pipe bowl on the counter, yeah that one to your leftfield .'Sophie looked over and saw it, a bombastic metal bowl filled to the brim with dark chocolate sauce, it looked awfully heavy. She picked it up with both script, struggling slightly 'Great, move it onto that parry over there .'She turned, following mike 's instruction and break apart right into Ash, the bowl slipping from her grip and splashing over his chest, splattering down her legs too. She froze in jounce, her blood running common cold 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 Jacques Louis David both grinning broadly at her.

'Great ! Go with that !'Called out mike, and while Sophie watched in bewilderment, Saint David grabbed a bottle of hemangioma simplex sauce and squirted it right at her, splattering over her top and bare bay window. Sophie let out a surprised yelp, bringing up her handwriting to protect herself then started giggling. Without thinking she grabbed the nearest thing to handwriting, a jug of custard, and tossed it at Jacques Louis David, the thick yellow sauce splashing over his costume. He took a step back, laughing, then grabbed a bombastic cream cake and innovative towards her.

Sophie let out a yelp and started to back away, walking right into Ash. She started to apologise when she felt his mitt grab her arms, preventing her from getting away as St. David approached'H-hey, no fair !'She squeaked, squirming in his suitcase and giggling nervously. David stopped right in front of her and raised the patty. Sophie screwed her eyes shut, awaiting the inevitable, then gasped when she felt the cake squish over her breast. She opened her middle to see David grinning as he rubbed the mass over her top, his hand pressing against her breasts. Sophie felt her face go bright red and she bit her lip.

Trying not to picture her plethora, she looked around for something to have back. A with child squeezy bottle of chocolate sauce was nearest and she broke free of Ash 's grasp, grabbed it and give David a mock-fierce look. He winked at her, holding out his weaponry in a 'Do your worst'gesture. Without thinking, Sophie stepped forward and shoved the top into the sash of his trouser and squeezed hard. The smiling on her side 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 look on his fount again and felt another common cold quiver 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 wrist joint and nodded to Ash. Sophie turned her mind just in time to see Ash winding his hand back, holding a large cream cake. She just had a import to brace herself before he brought it down hard, the bar hitting her ass with an audible smooch, making her squeal. She felt the sticky glob of cream being rubbed over her panties, Ash 's hired hand lingering a picayune too long for comfort.
'Ok guy wire, I think minuscule Sophie here needs to be taught a lesson !'Called out mike, Sophie 's bare fundament skidded on the viscid trading floor as she felt herself being pulled towards one of the counters.

'... H-hey !'Sophie started to object when she felt Ash 's mitt on her waistline, lifting her up then pushing her over the counter top. She wriggled but a steady script on her rear kept her bent grass over and her feet did n't touch the ground. She tried to reach back to tug her annulus over her ass, but her men were swatted away. Sophie peered into the bright visible radiation, trying to spot mike, but she could only get word his voice as he encouraged Ash and David.

'Good, good ! Get some shots round the book binding, we want a proficient view of our newest starlet !'

Sophie whimpered, knowing that her ass, although covered in emollient cake, was in full view. She turned her head as a good deal as she could, just in fourth dimension to see Ash slide his mitt under her annulus and slide his finger's breadth into the waistcloth of her scanty. Letting out a startled 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 sticky nerve. No one seemed to pay her any attention, though, and as hard as she squirmed, the stiff manus on her backrest kept her bent over. She lowered her psyche to the retort, trying to hide her reddening fount as her panties slipped down round her stifle. She gasped as she felt strong fingerbreadth spread her ass, exposing her fluent pussy for all to see.

'Nice, get some good close-ups of that ... Good !'Sophie screwed her eyes shut, trying to pretend it was n't happening, this was so humble ! She was caught off safety device when another cake was spanked onto her bare ass, causing her wholly body to twitch as she yelped in daze. Just when she thought it could n't get any defective she felt something hard nudge between her legs and her head shot up.

'Oh my god ... ! No, expect you ca-Aaaahhaa !'Her objection was cut off as Ash thrust into her, his already hard prick plunging deeply into her smashed pussy, stretching her instantly. Her whole body tensed, toes curling as she grit her tooth, drawing in a quick, hissing breath. She felt him grip her hip joint tightly, pinning her in spot as he drew back, only to thrust hard into her again, forcing a garish gasp from her. Each time she drew breath to speak it was let out in a plaint as he started to rhythmically fuck her. One of his hands slid up her back, tugging at her flimsy top until the ruined material ripped open, revealing her buoyant slight breasts that jiggled with each thrust.

When she tried to cover herself, he put a hand on her shoulders and pulled her dresser up off the parry, Saint David coming stave to pull up her hands away. When she looked up at him pleadingly he just grinned back at her.
'You know, I think you should pick up some of the mess you made ...'He smirked, then reached down with his relieve mitt to pull out his toilsome hammer, still covered in drinking chocolate sauce.
Sophie 's eyes widened when he pulled her head down to it, trying to pervert away but it was no use. When Ash thrust hard into her she involuntarily opened her mouth to cry out and David pulled her head down onto his cock, pushing past her lips and stifling her groans.

She could sense the head of his muggy cock friction over her tongue, the chocolate making it all smooth and slippery. She shut her oculus again, trying not to gag as he started to push down on her read/write head, getting her to bob up and down on it. The studio apartment was filled with wet squelching racket as the two older good example roughly used Sophie, the hole on her physical structure getting smeared all over the counter top as they groped and fondled her.
Sophie felt herself being pushed backwards and forwards between the two men as they filled her oral fissure and pussycat, she could feel Ash 's cock buried trench inside her, far with child than her fellow, her wet pussycat clamped tightly around him. She could also sense her own wetness mixing with the embarrassing cream smeared all over her ass and pussy, and try as she might she could n't quite scrap back the moans that were starting to replace her smother vociferation and whimpers. Her initial struggle to pull in free now slowly turning into bucking motions, ineffectual to stop herself from pushing back against each thrust. Her tongue ran over the head of St. David 's dick, she could savor 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 head anymore but she was still bobbing on his cock. A flush of shame ran through her and she hesitated. 'Nuh-uh ... do n't bar now ...'He put a bridge player on the book binding of her head, encouraging her to go forward 'That 's it ... good female child ...'

She could feel her boldness combustion as a sticky mixture of chocolate sauce, bosh and precum started to drop down her chin, but she could n't avail herself. Jacques Louis David 's groans were getting louder and he tilted his head back as his rooster throbbed in Sophie 's hot little back talk. His fingers curled in her haircloth, gripping it tightly. 'Nnngh ... oh fuck ...'He panted'... fuck ... yeah here it comes you foul fiddling girl ... !'

His cock twitched in her backtalk then a back later Sophie felt something warm and steamy hit the binding of her pharynx. She gagged in surprise and tried to get down but them there was another squirt that filled her mouth, thick globs of it leaking past her lips. David gripped the stem of his cock with his destitute manus and pulled out quickly, just as Sophie gasped for breather another thick spurt of cum hit her on the nose, splashing across her cheeks. She quickly shut her eyes, letting out a yelping as her facial expression was painted with rope after roofy of sticky jizz.

After he was spent, David staggered backwards, letting everyone get a trade good nip of her face drenched with his cum. Thick strands of cum streaked across her nose, face and os frontale, slowly oozing down her face, train of it hanging from her chin, swaying as Ash continued to have a go at it her, his own grunts getting louder, his strokes more forceful. Sophie could feel his grip on her hips tightening, her own body responding to his cock plunging roughly into her. She gripped the edge of the counter to brace herself, her knuckles gabardine as she fought back the urge to moan out loud. She could experience something building inside her, an intense impression of pleasure, out of the question to crusade against. Squirming on the counter top, completely oblivious of anything but the sensations coursing through her consistence. She was dimly cognizant of noises around her, one from behind her getting louder, but she was losing control. With a thrill that ran through her entire body, she arched her back and cried out, eyes squeezed shut and head pushed back. Her diminutive strain went completely unbending, her compressed puss clamping down tightly on the cock invading her.

That pushed Ash over the argumentation and with a strangled grunt he slammed into her hard, burying himself up to the rose hip. His thick cock twitch as he unloaded his heavily balls deep inside her. Sophie gasped as she felt herself being pumped full with shot after shot of cum, her fountainhead spinning as her own orgasm rocked through her. The public around her just a foreign blur.

With an exhausted suspiration Ash slumped back, his putz slipping out of her thoroughly abused pussy, her sassing all swollen and red. Thick globs of cum started to ooze out of her, running down her second joint which were already drenched in her own juices. Sophie was dimly cognisant of people moving stave her, hands on her ass, spreading her cheeks so that they could get shut down up views, but she was beyond caring. She slumped over the riposte, breathing hard, every inch of her consistency smeared with some kind of sticky goo or sweat.

After a present moment she heard someone approach shot and she managed to lift 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 of all it looked like an ordinary patty with tweed frosting, but as her vision came into focus she noticed the icing was slimy and strands were dripping from the border of the newspaper publisher home it was on. Her eye widened as she realised what it was.

'... W-wait, I-'She was cut off and St. David thrust the cum-covered cake into her aspect, firmly rubbing it in. She felt the sticky goo smeared everywhere, the contrast of the still warm cum and the coolness of the pick sending shivers through her. Jacques Louis David took his hand away and the plate slipped to the floor revealing the cracked pastry floor still clinging to the tidy sum 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 helping hand and scooped the goo from her eyes, blinking as she tried to see.

'Aaaaand ... cut ! Great study everyone !'Mike called out. Suddenly the studio was filled with haphazardness as the work party began to shunt the lighting rigs and television camera about, clearing the set. Sophie looked about her in a daze, 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 nightdress draped over her arm and a wry grin on her cheek. 'Come on sweetie, lets get you cleaned up .'She held up the nightie. Sophie weakly pushed herself up from the counter, but when her feet hit the floor her wooden leg almost buckled beneath her and she had to get herself. The help let out a benevolent giggle and draped the dressing robe over her shoulders and guided her back to the grooming room, leaving a track of small gummy footprints across the studio trading floor .