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who could pick almost
any woman he wanted, just because he looked so hot. So for him to
find me so obviously attractive was a big turn on. I was grinning
inwardly, and trying to hide it. But there was no time for
frivolities...we had work to do.
    Matt was looking a little flushed. I think maybe he
was thinking of cold showers or something to try and lower the
temperature inside his undies. I guess this issue is what you would
call an occupational hazard for male models, but it was kind of
embarrassing all round. You’d think that the pros would be used to
this sort of thing, but Matt was certainly uncomfortable with the
situation. Somehow, we muddled through the first part of the shoot,
with Matt modeling various items of clothing for a new fashion
range.
    I pranced around the studio in my high heels, making
meaningless notes on my iPad, just so that it looked as though I
was doing something useful. I got an opportunity to view Matt from
all angles, and after careful consideration and debate, I decided I
liked the look from the rear best. He had one hell of a tight butt
with great glutes. Great muscles for fucking, in other words. What
else do you want from a man?
    The morning session was almost over when the power
went out and the studio faded into semi-darkness. You don’t realize
just how many lights photographers use until they suddenly switch
off. Tom fretted around checking the fuses, but we soon realized
that the whole building was out. There was a portable generator in
the back of the studio, but it wouldn’t power all the lights and
equipment needed to do a professional shoot. So Amanda suggested
that Matt and I take a break for lunch while they tried to find out
what was happening with the power supply. That suited me. It’s not
every day you get to eat lunch with an Adonis, at someone else’s
expense, too.
    A few minutes later, Matt was dressed like a regular
human being, and I followed him down stairs to the street outside.
He gave me a grin.
    ‘Let’s go in my car. I know a great little
restaurant that serves awesome seafood.’
    The honest truth is that seafood makes me puke, but
I wasn’t going to mention that minor detail. Any kind of lunch with
macho Matt would suit me fine. I could just sit and watch him eat.
I was feeling hungry, sure – but not for food. But I kept those
thoughts to myself. I smiled in agreement. ‘Sure.’
    Matt’s car was something of a boy racer machine. A
souped-up Ford that made a lot of noise, without delivering much
power. He explained that he was going to change it for something
more sophisticated when some extra modeling cash rolled in. I
didn’t really see the need. The back seat looked plenty big enough
for all the important activities. Matt pulled out into the street,
and started heading towards the coast.
    Before you say anything, I am well aware that what I
did next comes straight out of the Slut’s Handbook. But if you had
just spent the last three hours staring at a hot guy with a bulging
erection that you had inspired, you would probably do the same as
me.
    Anyway, Matt was driving and talking away about his
career, and sneaking a sideways look at my boobs when he got the
chance. By the way…why do guys think they are getting away with
this? Do they really think we are so dumb that we can’t see them
gawping? They think that if they look for half a second and then
look away again, we won’t have noticed anything at all. Guys really
can be dumbasses sometimes.
    But if he wanted an eyeful, I decided to give him
one. I adjusted my legs in the seat, letting my skirt slip right up
my thighs almost to my butt cheeks. Matt momentarily lost interest
in my boobs, and grabbed a few half-second stares at my legs. I
reciprocated with a stare at his groin, and I saw that I was having
an impact again. Now he had a bulge that had graduated all the way
from Grande right up to Venti. Starbucks would have been proud of
him.
    Now, you have to admit, it’s not fair to leave a