Megan - Freeing the Fox

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"Well everyone's been looking at you, so not had much for me to do," he said with a smile, unable to stop it, hoping it didn't look too cheesy or anything.

"Mm well I'll give you something to do," she purred, giving a little arch of her eyebrow and a little pout. He couldn't believe he'd seen it, or was looking far too hard for signs she might like him beyond a mere curiosity, and put it down to that, not daring to hope anything else.

"Oh yeah, and what's that?" he asked, hoping he sounded nonchalant, though pretty sure he failed as he saw her smirk.

"A coffee, two sugars," she said with a smile, knowing how she was teasing him.

"How do you take it?" he said with cheeky grin, raising his notepad to jot it down, lest he forget it amongst all the other orders.

"Hot, and fast," she purred, biting her lip sexily, enough to make his cock definitely swell in his jeans.

"Don't worry I don't waste time, will get you sorted out very soon," he said, feeling his heart thumping in his chest at the tension between them, hoping a remark didn't go too far and upset her.

"I should hope not, I'm ready and waiting," Megan murmured quite saucily.

"So, you want milk, or you prefer something hot and black inside you?" he asked, trying not to shakily let out the end of that breath, clenching his teeth in worry, hoping she'd respond the right way.

"No thanks, I've tried that before, I like a bit of the white stuff," she replied, unphased by his comment and positively loving the dirty little innuendos littering the conversation.

"Good. Well it might take a few, I'm kinda busy right now, just when everyone else is not," he said with a slight laugh.

"Maybe I should ask one of them then," she teased, stepping past him towards her dressing room.

"Don't worry, I've got you, you'll be putting those lips to use soon enough," he said quite boldly, gesturing towards her lovely pout.

"I hope so, you know where to find me," she mused with a light, foxy smile, giving him the eyes as she sashayed away towards her dressing room, and he couldn't help but think she was shaking her ass a little as she did so, before he finally got to work to go and make the drinks so he wasn't moaned at too much. He made all the drinks, including another one for himself, and then set off with the loaded tray to make his way round and deliver all of them, gritting his teeth every time one of them thought themselves too high and mighty to even offer a little thanks. He was finally down to just his mug and Megan's left on the tray, which shook a little in his hands as he walked to her dressing room, noticing a couple of people cast him a glance, but then notice the tray and ignore him once more. Firmly holding it one-handed, he tapped on the door and waited, not quite sure what to expect.


"Come in," was all he heard, so did as asked and went in, finding Megan sitting in her outfit, being tended to her by make-up artist once more.

"Your coffee Miss Fox," he said politely, not wanting to give the wrong kind of image in front of other people.

"Thank you," she said with a pretty smile as he walked forward and offered the tray to her, where she carefully took her hot coffee, taking a sip. She deliberately made him wait, letting the taste spread over her tongue as she swallowed, closing her eyes, then breaking into another smile.

"Delicious, just the way I like it," she purred, looking him straight in the eyes with her enchanting gaze, making his heart surge anxiously as she looked deep into him.

"Glad I could oblige," he said, taking his own tea and having a good sip, hoping it might calm him a little.

"Well if I need anything I know who to ask now, as you'll come when you're needed and go fast when you have to," she said sexily, taking another sip whilst holding his gaze, making him practically choke on his tea. He just about managed to keep his composure as she let out a breathy, overtly sexy sigh as she lowered the mug, shivering a little as the blended warmth spread through her.

"Well, anything you need Miss Fox, just ask," he said, stepping back to the door.

"Oh I hope so," she almost whispered as he backed out and carefully closed the door behind him, hardly letting himself believe he'd just heard her say it. The next few minutes passed relatively uneventfully, with everyone drinking their drinks and doing their own thing, giving him a chance to drink his own tea before he was set to work again, pounding round the set for every little thing. Collecting this, finding that, asking so-and-so for this, on and on, breaking a decent sweat. He somehow managed to get it all right as his mind lingered on Megan, the gorgeous babe just feet away in her dressing room done up as a male fantasy.

He figured the break was over as Megan emerged from her dressing room once more, much the same as when she went in, glasses in hand, and curiously her coffee mug in the other. She immediately looked round and set her eyes on him, waving her glasses to beckon him to her, which he swiftly did, not just because of the little bit of flirting between them, but because he didn't want to be seen as not doing his job. Walking over to her, carrying the tray of mugs he'd been collecting up, he eyed her carefully for any sign of her thoughts, though he thought her smug smile was a good indication she was enjoying the power she had over him. Holding up her mug, he presented the tray for her to set it down on.

"Thank you," she said with a wider smile.

"No problem, did you enjoy the coffee?" he asked politely, wanting to talk to her further but also knowing he couldn't delay her from rejoining the shoot lest the director get annoyed at him.

"It was very nice thank you, went down nice and smooth," she said, flicking an eyebrow just a little.

"Glad to hear it, if only everything else was so easy huh?" he said, casting a quick glance to where the photographers made their final preparations.

"Some things are," Megan purred, looking sexily sideways at him from the corners of her eyes with an arch of her neat eyebrow, giving a little smile as she raised her thick framed glasses to just saucily bite on the end of one earpiece. Without another word she sashayed off, deliberately slowly, wiggling her hips and gorgeous ass perfectly, knowing full well he was watching her pert bum, as well as her legs in their seamed black stockings and high heels as they disappeared up under her tight pencil skirt. Managing to make his legs work, he headed back to the little kitchen area to clean the mugs away, washing them up in record time as he strived to get back onto the set where he could watch Megan on her photo shoot.

Making it back a few minutes later, he found himself lucky enough not to be accosted by any tasks and immediately set his eyes on Miss Fox, who already had stripped off her jacket and had her linen shirt undone up the middle, exposing a teasing hint of the sexy black bra she was wearing, as well as her perfectly toned tummy. His eyes were just locked on it, as perfect and tight as it had been when she'd arched so memorably in Transformers over the engine bay of the Camaro, taking in every curve and detail he could. Glancing up he saw her eyes locked on him once more, having sought him out in the people off set beyond the lights and cameras that stole images of her stunning body, her eyes immediately locked on his own as she posed. He had no idea how she managed to pick him out, or quite why she did either, but he loved it, the way her eyes just seemed to hint at having a little fun when he was sure they didn't.

Holding her gaze steadily, as instructed Megan shrugged her shoulders back and peeled the shirt down her shoulders, pausing for photos, glancing momentarily to the cameras and then back to him with a sly smile as she slid it down and off her arms, letting it flutter to the floor by the desk she was leaning on, arching her back and shaking her hair out as she fully showed off her gorgeous body, her ripe breasts firm and ample, supported and imprisoned by the sexy black bra, a mixture of lace and sheer nylon wrapped snugly round and under her boobs. All this above her sculpted tummy made for a fantastic sight, especially given she was still in her sexy pinstripe skirt, stockings and heels, with her long, dark mane of luxurious hair hanging down around her pretty features, all while still wearing those glasses. Frankly it made her look far more like a naughty schoolteacher at that point, but did it really matter?

He realised his heart was pumping pretty fast in anticipation, but knew it was just because he was a red blooded male, which was exactly the point of these kind of photos being put in magazines. It was unrealistic to think she had any kind of interest in him, she was just teasing him with a bit of flirting, probably just to get amusement from his reaction, which he was sure she'd be observing carefully. Megan continued her work posing, doing a few shots on or around the desk, before getting back to saucily stripping, getting to something he'd been hoping he'd get to see. Reaching back, her slender fingers found the zip on the back of the sultry black pinstriped skirt, where Megan posed agonisingly to peek sexily back over her shoulder at the cameras with a naughty smile, before finally starting to slide it down, the skirt opening just enough to reveal her matching underwear, which made him inhale sharply enough that he was worried she may hear him herself.

Practically peeling the skirt down it was so tight, Megan wiggled her hips just perfectly, swaying her gorgeous ass side to side as it came into view, revealing that the waistband of the matching lingerie was a sexy black thong and a garter belt. It matched in that it was a mixture lace and sheer material, the lacy waistband soon giving way to a little material that didn't hide her skin before it disappeared between her firm, tight bum. Her garter belt was wrapped snugly round her hips, reaching down into her skirt, which still lingered at her thighs as she was photographed, once again looking back towards him, a glint in her eye as she did, his heart giving a surge even though it was already pounding. Pushing the skirt south, she bent forwards as she revealed the tops of the stockings, the black lacy elastic close round her thighs, held up by the lovely garter belt. Letting the skirt go allowed it to puddle at her feet, where she kicked it aside with her high heel, cameras clicking constantly as they photographed everything possible.

Megan slowly turned around, pouting and posing for the cameras, positively loving the attention of it all, and looking absolutely stunning, so tall and slender. His eyes couldn't help but stay fixed on her, following from her tall black heels, up her gorgeous legs in their black stockings, past the lacy tops to the stark contrast of her lightly tanned skin of her thighs, which led up to frame the sweet curve of her pussy, barely covered by the sexy knickers. The design was tantalizingly teasing, a mixture of sheer and embroidered lace to hide her femininity, though it couldn't quite conceal her neat landing strip of dark hair, which he could barely tear his eyes from to scan up, over her garter belt, up over her incredible tummy, which he was just dying to run his tongue over, up to her pert, firm breasts, pushed up and threatening to spill out of the erotic bra. They jiggled softly, invitingly, as she shifted and struck another pose, tempting him to look up and take in her beauty, her full pouting lips, perfect features, suggestive eyes, combined with the sexy glasses, all perfectly done up with make-up to make her suit the name of Fox.

The shoot became more provocative with Megan down to just her underwear, turning to lean on the desk and then arch her back, pushing her ass out, showing off just how firm and tight it was, plenty to grasp and squeeze and spank, but toned and firm, just begging to be stroked. Turning back, Megan pulled herself up onto the desk as she was directed, sexily crossing her legs, acting as if she were interested in something else and that her saucy lingerie was of little concern. Sliding back off the desk, she did a few more shots around it, before coming back into full view and making a spectacle of kicking her high heels off towards the cameras, which he was sure would make for some great photographs in the magazine with a quote next to them. With them gone, she turned and raised her leg onto the desk, stretching forward to touch her toes, before sliding her hand sensually back up her leg to the garters, looking slowly over to him and biting her full bottom lip as she unsnapped the first one, giving a little twitch as she did, doing the same for the next as the director enthused over her performance.

"Goddamn, there are times when I don't mind working twenty hour days for this kinda shit," someone murmured next to him, another general lackey with a little more importance than himself, not much better paid either. He didn't reply, far too enthralled by Megan's raunchy striptease that she was delivering in a less than professional way. It was no standard photo shoot where she gradually removed her clothing, she was playing up to the cameras and it seemed to him as well, watching and eyeing him as he ogled her peeling her sexy outfit off. Giving an arch and shake of her dark, luxurious hair, Megan leaned forward and took hold of the toes of her stocking and then pulled it off in one smooth motion, the silky black nylon gliding off her smoothly waxed leg, where she threw it aside before standing down before the desk.

"That's it Megan, you're on fire baby," the director praised, pointing and guiding photographers and lighting technicians to do this or that as the gorgeous young actress reached down and casually unclipped the other garters, then bent her foot up behind her and pulled the stocking off that way, once more sliding off her perfectly smooth limb. Standing down, her loose garters swung as she turned to face the cameras fully, lifting up her black stocking and pulling it tight between both her hands, before she aggressively bit down on it, giving a little growl as she looked sexily into the cameras, showing how fierce she could be in the bedroom as the director once again started praising her initiative. He didn't notice though, since he was far too busy looking at Megan herself, taking in her body for the thousandth time, the bulge of her pussy in her saucy little thong, her perfect tummy, full breasts and gorgeous face, as well as her incredible ass when she turned enough to give him a peek.

Megan threw the stocking toward the camera, another good action shot to slide into whatever magazine this shoot would boost the sales of, then swiftly undid her garter belt and threw it down, leaving her in just her little thong and bra, which left very little to the imagination, but still far too much it seemed. Pulling the front of her little knickers down a bit, Megan gave them a view of the cute little tattoo near her pussy, teasingly close to showing off the goods. Turning round, he couldn't hold in a deep sigh of desire as he saw her peachy rear again, just wishing he could cop a feel of it as he kissed her, and give it a good firm smack. Leaning over again, Megan went for a money shot, bending right over and wiggling her booty sexily, making even the director pause to stare, the sweet bulge of her pussy beautifully displayed, just barely concealed by the tiny underwear, a perfect shot to end a great shoot. Standing back up, she finally took off the glasses, as if she were another person in them, casually dropping them onto the desk, a last few photos taken before the director called a wrap on the set.

"Fantastic Megan, great set today, just perfect," the director said enthusiastically, praising her modelling as a few sporadic claps arose from members of the technical team and photographers.

"Thanks, all in a days work," she joked, stepping away from the desk and giving a light stretch, not hankering for a robe or anything else to cover herself, completely comfortable in her sexy underwear.

"A very good days work today, gonna be a big seller this," one of the photographers murmured, starting to pack up his equipment. Megan didn't reply, simply smiling and then turning to walk towards her dressing room on her high heels, which clicked delightfully on the floor as she sashayed off the set. Catching sight of him a little further away, she slowed until she caught his eye, letting his wander over her a moment, then beckoned him to her. He swiftly walked across to her, trying not to be too hasty about it, though it was fairly obvious he was eager to get to her in just her bra and thong, the electricity building in the air once more as he approached her.

"How can I help you?" he asked politely, knowing he could talk to her a little more casually but still making sure he did his job, though it was difficult when the smoking actress was clad in so very little just in front of him.

"I need a little help...in my dressing room," she purred, her voice low but husky.

"Um...no problem," he murmured, taken aback, not quite sure what to expect from her words, since he couldn't imagine it was anything near what he'd dare to fantasize about.

"Perhaps you could join me for...coffee," she whispered, lowering her head, flicking her eyes up to peer sexily up at him from beneath her slender eyebrows.

"No problem Miss Fox, I can help you out," he said, making her break into a smile.

"Good boy," she whispered sexily, noting how he couldn't keep his eyes to himself, looking down her stunning form, over her sexy, almost sheer lacy lingerie, knowing he could see the dark areas of her nipples and hint of her neatly shaven landing strip beneath her thong. Turning away from him, she continued on her way to her dressing room as he followed, able to feel his gaze on her firm ass, the tiny thong not doing much to conceal her, showing off her peachy rear just perfectly, especially as she walked. His eyes took in every inch of her, her intricate tattoos and gorgeous body, firm ass and tapered waist.

Swaying her hips a little, she took the few steps to her dressing room and opened the door, sauntering in and standing aside to invite him in, glancing back out to see a couple of people looking their way, to which she flicked her eyebrows quickly and then shut the door behind him, bolting it immediately. He turned back to see what was going on when Megan launched herself at him, throwing her arms round his neck and kissing him hard, fighting past his initial shock to bury her tongue in his mouth, which he quickly responded to, his tongue entwining wetly with hers, feeling Megan's hot tongue curl back behind his front teeth.

"Oh god I've wanted you since I first got here," she gasped through their intense, hurried kisses, her full lips feeling great against his as they snogged, tongues battling momentarily between gasps and breaths. She pulled tighter to him as his hands slid up her back, holding her to him as they embraced, allowing her hands to slide down to his chest, nimbly starting at the buttons on his shirt to quickly undo them.

"Same here, but I never thought you'd...well..." he breathed heavily, his hands sliding up and down her gorgeously smooth back, fingers sliding beneath the strap of her bra and down to the waistband of her little black knickers.

"This is your lucky day then," she murmured, pulling his shirt back off his shoulders, making him momentarily release her fantastic body so she could remove it, which she swiftly did, yanking it off his arms to the floor, which immediately closed round her once more.

"Very lucky," he mumbled, his hands once again sliding over her, bolder this time with his caresses, both his hands sliding right down onto her firm ass, where when he heard no protest, he gave a good firm squeeze of her ripe cheeks, making her murmur through their enduring kisses. There was no more talk as her hands dropped to work on his jeans, getting the belt undone and going for the button as his hand slid up to her bra strap, where his fingers deftly hooked under and then pinched the clasp, slipping the hooks apart and letting go to undo her bra strap, allowing it to fall loose on her chest and let her full, ample breasts break free, not that they dropped much given how young and pert she was. His hands slid round to her front, Megan leaning back a little to let him access her, immediately giving her generous breasts a good squeeze through the loose bra before he grabbed it and pulled it down her arms, where she paused a moment to let it fall off to the floor and reveal her lovely boobs.

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