Human arts film director

I may be wearing the most decent looking frock I've ever worn in my life, but beneath was lust in the form of a dress. As I reached the topmost floor of the CEO of the Enterprise, I see Aaron talking to someone on the phone.

"Alright, yes. Apologize to them because I won't attend the meeting. Bye." Quickly, he cuts the call and opens the door for me. I chuckle while entering, twisting on my heel to see his eyebrow raised as he looks at me.

"What's the emergency?"

"Oh, nothing. I want to test if you still had the juice in you to direct a film for me." My words make both his eyebrows jump now.

"Uh-huh, tell me more." His gesture of loosening his tie over his collar, removing two buttons from the top for me to simp... I knew he had a stronger purpose of teasing me than I planned for him.

Placing my purse on the other couch seat, he pats his thigh as I sit on him. My own thigh was close to his crotch, I look down and back up at him.

"What do you want me to film?" He asks.

"Or better," he draws his rough hand against my cheek, caressing me like a kitten, "Who do you want me to film?"

"I want you to film us." I whisper suggestively in his ear.

Opening my belt for the coat over my frock, I give him a hint of what I was wearing underneath.

"I want it to be steamy as fuck. The best lighting you ever created for our sex, hmm?" My eyes couldn't wander away from his handsomeness.

He takes up the challenge, pulling out all the necessary things he needed.

I was shocked to see one of his old Nikon cameras still there with him, here in the office. He pats on it with love and says, "This reminds me of my first love. It's the reason I keep going."

Aw, he's so cute. And hot at the same time.

He uses some gel to make himself look like a model, his hair slicked back to perfection. I almost faint at his beauty. I feel jealous even before people all around the world shall see us.

"Tell your editors to use a face swap on our faces. Got it?" He holds my chin, giving me directions for the film. I nod my head and say, "Yes, daddy."

"Good girl. Now stand near the edge and come to me. I blur the background, I don't want people to recognise it's my office." Chuckling, I nod and run to the place.

The entire shoot was fun.

They say, experts take less time to produce a masterpiece than a rookie.

In under 20 minutes, the challenging video was cut from rolling. His sweaty body falls beside me on the bed. A shudder washes over my body as I laid there, feeling light and dizzy.

"That was fucking awesome." I blurt out in an incoherent language. He agrees with a chortle rumbling in his chest, his deep voice making my pussy tingle again.

"I'll be home by seven today. I got a lot of stuff." Saying, the man kisses me and gets up to tend to his work again. After awhile, I gather myself up and wash up before kissing him on the cheek.

"I'll make dinner." He smiles and nods. Collecting my purse and the tape that he passes to me from his camera roll, I begin to ride back to my studio.

The video airs after a few hours.

Description: The light was adjusted to look like the golden hour. The scene shows a blurred image of me walking towards the male, then panning to him sitting on the couch with his manspread. He smirks and tilts his head, patting his thigh just twice. The slow motion make-out scene made me tingle all over my body.

Then, the video cuts to the bedroom where I slowly take off the frock and show the camera my whole view of the red lingerie set. I play with myself, the scene next cutting to the man entering in the scene.

We try kamasutra, the slow sex and our dewy close ups were unrealistically beautiful and golden. I loved it. The video ends with the man pulling out and I playing with our mixed juices.

"A masterpiece..." I comment on my own video below, with my other normal account.

I chuckle and turn off the phone.

Our faces were covered with masks which deceived the viewers into thinking we were someone else. My infamous mask was still there, Aaron's was added with AI.

Sighing, I realise it was time for Aaron to come home.

The dinner was ready too.

The man walks inside as I take his luggage off of him. He holds my chin and pecks me, making me blush.

"Ah... I'm so tired." He says while I cleared his eaten boxes from his work bag.

"Thank you for today. The video is just... splendid. It's been a long while since I made such an aesthetic video for my fans." I thank him for today.

"Anything for you, Baby girl. I'm dizzy... I'm going to rest for awhile." He says as I bring a blanket from the guestroom for him. Removing his shoes, I realise he was smelling a little... different.

It was a rosy perfume on his masculine cologne one.

I shouldn't hold suspicion so easily. I trust him with all my heart.

But it breaks me when he wakes up after an hour and says he's had dinner with his colleagues at the office already. My smile drops.

Not only did I hold hopes to eat with him while I was hungry for an hour, he also forgot that I told  him I'd make dinner at the office.

Well, I sigh and let him catch some rest in the room.

I was in the kitchen, eating all by myself and later putting the dishes to wash.

I have no motivation to clean the dishes today. I'll do them tomorrow. It was a bad idea to let the workers all find jobs elsewhere than here.

At midnight after I watched a series on the TV, I force myself upstairs and open the door. He was turning the other side and in deep sleep.

What is this feeling?

Was I... going to be cheated on again?