Sweating The Spread

“And that's a wrap.”

Fluttershy blinked, breaking out her reverie as she heard the call repeated along the chain of command.

Was it really over?

Just like that?

It felt a little anti-climatic but she chalked it off as part of the experience of modeling for FLAUNT.

Fluttershy lifted herself off the end table that she was spread out on, ignoring the splatter of coconut milk spilling off her stomach. The sugary syrup rained down on the plastic mats waiting on the floor. Her bare feet stepped off the wetter mats, leaving gooey footprints as she walked across the plastic wrap sticking to the bottom of her heels.

A trio of interns came along. Whirling pass her as they dropped to their knees and quickly cleaned the mess she left behind. One handed her a towel which she accepted with a quiet thanks as they rushed by. She wondered if they even heard her.  Fluttershy opened the towel as wide as she could before sighing.  They only gave her a face towel. She looked around for any of the interns or fashion assistants standing by for help.

Her meaningful glances and quiet calls went unheard.

Everyone seemed distracted. Held hostage in their loud conversations and making cheers when they got the say so that they could head home. They didn't seem to care that she was still soaking in product waste.

Fluttershy dried her hair, examining the the lush shine the milk added to the tips of her long hair. She considered her bikini. A dark emerald green bikini with yellow strings that held up well compared to the seven others she lost over the last hour. This one was a bit snug in places, clinging to her breasts and her hips more than any of the other ones. She was glad that the milk seemed to coat her bikini than sink into it like regular milk. It could have made the fabric see-through and Fluttershy felt weird about her body just enough, thank you.

She couldn't exactly understand how pouring milk on someone in a skin tight bikini was supposed to appeal to the readers of FLAUNT but she wasn't exactly knowledgeable on that front. Or in contracts written by people with loose morals. That was the reason why she was her after all. Her good friend Rainbow Dash and fellow wonderbolt hopeful Lightning Dust had got themselves caught in a modeling scam. Fluttershy came along to lighten the burden but it seemed she wasn't needed.

Rainbow Dash succeeded in getting their contracts made void by promising to pay three thousand dollars worth in camera and set damages. Lightning Dust upped the ante by having to pay three thousand and ten dollars worth. Then the details got muddy. The pair was asked to leave when they started flinging the sample products at the staff who made bets on their 'cat fight'. Something they called a Runny Honey incident happened and the supervisor asked them to name their price in keeping their silence.

The pair visited her fifteen minutes ago. Now a combined six thousand dollars richer as they disputed who deserved the last ten dollars. Fluttershy was given the ten dollars and told not to spend it all in one place. Her friend pulled something out her tank top, a crystal honeycomb bottle, and the two started laughing and laughing. Lightning started making gushing slurping sounds with her mouth as Rainbow puckered her lips, going 'Oh honey~ Drink me. Drink me harder, it's so tight!'.

They poked each other with the bottle before switching gears. Together, they attempted to dare the wandering staff, proclaiming their desire to see who felt brave enough to try it out themselves.

Fluttershy only politely smiled, feeling somewhat out of the loop as security escorted them out of the building. She was sure that she would see them back at the hotel and get all the answers there. Fluttershy stayed behind, still wanting to give a helping hand. She felt relieved knowing that the girls were out of dire straits, though. Modeling wasn't for everyone.

By her lonesome, she watched the staff clear out the room before as she squeezed the white juice out her bikini top. Her breasts slick with sweat and sticky sugar that flaked onto her skin. The hard sugar seemed to rub into her flesh, prickling her nipples as she strained the fabric. It felt almost good.

She gave an side-eye to the staff, watching them haul tropical set pieces out of the room and chat on their phones. None of them gave her any mind and for that, she felt somewhat disappointed. Fluttershy felt a weight lift off her chest with the shoot being over but not as much as the words, “And that's a wrap.” would usually provide.

The people she worked with here always seemed so cold. There were exceptions but...

They were nothing like Photo Finish and her magicks. Or like Rarity and her desire to make her mark on the fashion world. Fluttershy always found herself drawn to people with ambitions and their strong desires. She liked to help them because well...

Fluttershy found it hard to have strong desires of her own.

At least, outside the ones her body provided on a daily basis, though. Fluttershy wiggled her nose, feeling her cheeks flushing red from that statement. She didn't know why. It wasn't as if she said it out loud. Her nipples poked through her green top as if raising their non-existent hands with the answer.

Fluttershy turned slightly, angling her body away from where the bulk of the employees were milling about. Their words drifted over to her. Interns were sent out in pairs across the city. Sets to be shipped out to their other shoots for re-use. The room was clearing out with folks shaking hands, promises and threats being sung like a old tune.

Soon Fluttershy was alone, still squeezing her top and huffing out a excited sigh. All of the stage lights, props and products waiting on the side where gone. The end table she was using was still there, wiped dry and so was a sole tripod stand with its camera turned off. The set of equipment was resting in a corner as if someone moved it out of the way and forgot about it. She gazed at it, noticing its wide lens and the dull red gleam inside. She took a skittish step back when she saw her reflection in the glass.

She looked so...

Fluttershy gawked the girl in the lens, her long slim body and her drenched bikini.

She looked so sexy...

She had such a naughty idea that she just couldn't... Fluttershy looked around, checking for sure that there wasn't anyone else. This was a camera left behind. Somebody would have to noticed that it was still here. She waited, glancing around just a little more before she grabbed the end table. Fluttershy moved the small table a few feet away from the tripod and sat on it.

Fluttershy took in a breath and resumed squeezing her bikini top, feeling her nipples come alive from each strain. Her knuckles brushed against her nubs, caressing them as drops of milk dripped onto her belly. Fluttershy felt her lips part as a breathless sigh escaped. Each touch seemed to sink its way down south to her aching lower half.

She peered into the camera and saw her bikini bottom grow dark as her inner juices trickled down her thighs. The warmness spreading as it slid down her cheeks and fell out of sight. The bikini top slipped out of her hands but her fingers zoomed into her sensitive points.  Her act of pretending not to be playing with herself, Fluttershy smiled, was getting old.

Fluttershy unhooked her right strap, feeling the bikini cup give way. Fluttershy adjusted her position, leaning toward the camera as she cupped her bare breasts, rolling the stiffening nipple between her index finger and thumb. Fluttershy twisted and pulled, her breath coming out faster. A moan ran out. Then another. And then another. She felt her blush rise to the tip of her ears as she heard herself plead and squeak. Her eyes turned to the camera, ogling the girl shaking the end table with her trembling hips. Fluttershy licked her lips and sent a wandering hand in the space between her legs.

She slid her bikini bottom aside, her fingers roaming her soaked pussy. A finger found her hole and prodded the sensitive place open. She stuck two inside, rubbing against her aching inner walls. Fluttershy huffed, squirming to get the right angle. She bent herself back, her front hanging off the table as she spread her legs further. Her fingers moved, rocking back and forth inside of her. Fluttershy got louder as her sweet juice began to pour out, her cries become a desperate chorus of need and want.

She felt so close.

A moan ran out her mouth as she displayed herself, giving into her stroking as the camera watched. A surge of energy filled her as her hips bucked. She cried out, her knees buckling as she felt her pussy squirt. Her body jerked as Fluttershy rode her orgasm, fingers still pounding inside of her. It was too much. Fluttershy pulled her fingers out, moaning to herself as she felt the afterglow. She sighed, breathless until she heard the sound of a click.

Fluttershy sat up, paling as she saw Shutter Bug standing behind the tripod. His hands caught on the camera.

“You...”

'He saw.' Fluttershy shrieked in her head, 'He saw everything!'

“This isn't what it looks like.” Shutter stuttered, dropping his hands as he stepped back. “Didn't you see the little light? The camera was on.”

Fluttershy shrunk into herself. What could she do? What could she say? It was one thing to pretend that the camera was on but it was whole disaster if it was on the entire time! What if somebody saw her? But someone did see her. Fluttershy's mind ran in circles, her mouth working soundless until she utter a single question. “The camera was on?”

Shutter went red, ducking his head as he stammered out his explanation. “This is my personal camera. It can both record video and take great shots.” He cringed, scratching at his hair before looking at her. “I should have said something when I came in to get it but I was more concerned with turning it off.”

“It was on?” Fluttershy repeated, replaying everything she just did in her mind as her horror rose. “Really?”

Now she was a freak.

A pervert.

No one will want her now.

“Yeah, I can delete it if you want-”

She might as well accept her fate.

“Can I see?”

Shutter went over to the tripod and grabbed the camera. He walked over to where she was sitting and showed her the video playing. She stared at herself, her body writhing as she pleasured herself. Fluttershy gazed at Shutter who nervously closed his legs as the sounds of her moaning picked up in speed. Even with his slacks on, she saw his member rise. Did he really like watching her that much?

Maybe she wasn't thinking straight? But more than anything, she liked her reflection in his blue eyes.

“Um...” Fluttershy started, shaking as she spoke. “It looks really good. I really like the angles.” She praised, tilting her body towards him as she displayed her breasts. Shutter stared at her, gulping.

“I think it's really the subject that ties the video together. She looks good no matter what she's doing.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah.”

Fluttershy giggled before kissing him, their lips coming together. Shutter made a shocked squeak in his throat, the noise coming out sounding adorably cute.

“You'll delete it, right?” She said after she pulled away. “But um... it's not like I have a habit of revealing myself for the camera. This is pretty new for me. I don't do this... err..”

“Of course.” He kissed her back, their tongues colliding as they danced. Fluttershy groaned, pleased as Shutter overpowered her and nibbled on her lips. They pulled away slowly, Fluttershy watching him step away to put the camera back on the tripod. He turned it back on, the red gleam shining like a beacon. In the back of her head, Fluttershy heard a voice say 'action!'

She scampered off her seat upon the end table and rested herself on the ground. She spread her legs as Shutter came back and perched himself between them. He yanked on the ribbon, pulling apart was left of her bikini and licked along her quaking mounds. Fluttershy groaned, feeling his mouth on her nipple and sucking on it. His tongue swiveled, licking along the swelling parts of her breast. Then he switched to the other, giving it equal attention.

Shutter pulled back, sending kisses down her belly as his head descended lower. His lips brushed against her bikini bottom as his hands ran to the sides of her hips, untying the strings. Her bikini was pulled off, showing him her soaking pussy. He slid a tongue down her lower lips, causing her hips to buckle as it rubbed her clit before swirling around her folds. She moaned before she caught herself, feeling somewhat at unease with someone else in the room.

“What's wrong?” Shutter said, the breath of his words caressing her pussy. Fluttershy felt herself blush even harder. What was wrong with her? She looked at the camera and found the girl inside, unrecognizable. It felt like she was looking at the wrong camera.

“You're in the wrong place.” She mumbled, turning her head and biting her lip. “It doesn't feel right.”

“Wrong place?” Shutter stuck his head up and Fluttershy was mesmerized by his eyes, growing darker with lust. And there she was inside of them, begging for it. The image of herself sent a wave of horniness through her body. She wanted him to be where she could see him at all times. “Where?”

“Neither mind.” Fluttershy sat up and pulled Shutter by his shirt over her body. “Can you...” The words felt so hard to say. “Fuck me?”

Shutter grinned, unbuckling his belt and sliding off his slacks and boxers. His long member hung between his legs, hard and eager as Shutter pulled out a condom and slid the wrapper over his cock. Now sheathed, he grabbed Fluttershy's knee and kissed downward, leaving a trail of kisses down her inner thigh.

“Alright, I'll get on it but I can't seem to stop myself from-” Shutter kissed her other knee and the thigh below. Then he kissed her hips. Then her waist. Then a slobbering kiss on her belly-button. Then a long, playful kiss to both of her breasts before kissing her again. A giggle-snort bubbled in her mouth, escaping before she could hold it in. “You're beautiful, Fluttershy.”

“Uh...”

Shutter stretched over her, brushing his lips over her forehead as she felt his cock enter her. Fluttershy gasped as she felt the foreign object slowly push its way through. She felt so full, her insides clenching and shifting as Shutter's dick went further. Shutter grunted, his loud puff sprinkling her face in warmth as he finally filled her completely. The pair was still. Silent. Fluttershy closed her eyes as she relaxed, getting used to the feel of him inside of her.

“Ready?”

Fluttershy nodded.

Shutter's thrusts began slow and gentle. His member pulled in and out of her, the size of it sending her crazy as it brushed against her insides. Heat slowly pooled inside of her, making her throw back her head as she moaned. She wanted it to go a little faster. Fluttershy wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled, enjoying the abrupt cry leaving his lips.

“You're so bossy.” He groaned, gradually speeding up his thrusts. “I'm the cameraman here.” He changed his position and took hold of her knees, angling them upwards until her weight shifted fully on her upper back. Then he pulled out of her half-way and slammed back inside. Fluttershy shouted, howling as his cock pounded her moist walls. She shifted her hips, meeting him on every thrust as her hips started to shake.

“But I'm the star.” She said between her moans, “You have to figure out the right-” Fluttershy gasped, feeling Shutter's dick hit a bundle of nerves, sending her into wordless mewling. He hit it again and again, turning Fluttershy into a puddle of pleasure and pleading.

“I know I'm doing my job right when you have nothing to say.” Fluttershy pushed herself up, breathless as she yanked on Shutter's collar and smashed their mouths together. Whatever words he had left to say turned into groans as they dissolved into mindlessly fucking each other. With a cry covered by lips, she came, her inner muscles squeezing the cock still pounding away. Shutter wasn't too far behind. Thrusting once, twice before his grip on her tightened as his dick twitched inside of her.

Shutter fell on top of her, laying his head between her breasts as they sighed together.

“And that's a wrap.” Fluttershy said, pushing her head between his hair. She sniffed, smelling the sex rising in the room but also the sweat and coconut that blended together.

“Oh, really? I think we should try different locations.”

“That so? I wouldn't mind having different costumes. Bikinis are nice but I wouldn't mind skirts or shorts or...”

“Body suits?”

Fluttershy snorted, imagining herself wearing a full-body latex suit. Tight fabric and big breasts didn't really mix. They would probably have to cut her out of it once she got it on. And that could be sexy...

“Body suits.” She agreed and the pair kissed.