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Fast Foward to The Photoshoot
Saturday morning carried the buzz of something important. The studio lights were already blazing when Amanda arrived, her tablet tucked under one arm, her suit jacket slung neatly over the other. The space smelled faintly of fresh coffee, fabric starch, and the metallic tang of equipment.
Rows of backdrops stretched across the far wall—sleek neutrals, bold metallics, a daring crimson.
Rolling racks of wardrobe lined one side, each hanger tagged with Amanda's meticulous handwriting: Look 1, Look 2, Backups.
Tables were crowded with accessories, jewelry, and shoes polished to a mirror shine.
Hair and makeup stations glowed under ring lights, brushes and palettes laid out with surgical precision.
And in the middle of it all was Amanda, sleeves rolled up, every detail funneling through her.
"Backdrop two is crooked by an inch," she said, not glancing up from her tablet as two assistants scrambled to adjust the fabric.
"Make sure the lighting rig is diffused—we don't want hard shadows on this set."
"Yes, the gold cuff goes with Look 4, not Look 3. Please swap it."
She moved between stations like a conductor in front of an orchestra, every correction efficient, her presence commanding without ever raising her voice.
The crew, initially buzzing with their own chatter, found themselves syncing to her rhythm, each adjustment bringing the vision sharper into focus.
At ten sharp, the sound of heels clicked against the concrete floor. Ericka had arrived.
Her sleek black dress hugged her curves with understated elegance, sunglasses perched high, her stride unhurried but magnetic.
Still, Amanda noticed the subtle things no one else would: the way she pressed her hand briefly against her stomach, the faint weariness hidden beneath her polished exterior.
Amanda moved to her immediately, slipping in close enough to brush a kiss against her cheek, quick and discreet. "You made it."
Ericka smirked faintly. "Of course. You didn't think I'd miss your big day, did you?"
Amanda chuckled softly. "I thought you might try to bury yourself in contracts."
"Not today," Ericka replied, her gaze sweeping across the bustling studio. "Today is about you."
Amanda's chest warmed at the words, but she only nodded, sliding back into professional mode as the lead stylist waved her over.
The first round of shots began, camera shutters clicking in rapid bursts. Models shifted under the bright lights, the metallic backdrop glowing behind them. Amanda hovered near the monitor, her eyes narrowing, analyzing every frame.
"Shift her pose—hips angled left, shoulders back," Amanda directed, her tone precise. "Yes, that's it. Hold."
The photographer glanced at her with a grin. "She's a natural," he murmured, clicking away. "Got the eye. Knows exactly what she wants."
Amanda's lips twitched in the faintest smile, but her attention never left the screen. Ericka, seated a few feet away, allowed herself a small smirk. She leaned toward one of the assistants and said quietly, "Don't let her fool you. She lives for this."
Wardrobe changes, makeup touch-ups, lights shifting to match Amanda's vision. Each time, Amanda was there—adjusting a strap, smoothing a hem, suggesting a new angle. She crouched low beside the monitor, scribbling notes, then moved seamlessly to the floor to reposition a model's stance.
The day was running like clockwork—lights adjusted, wardrobe rotated, models shifting effortlessly under Amanda's direction. She hadn't let herself breathe since the first flash went off.
Amanda finally glanced at the clock on her tablet and realized they'd been going for hours without pause. She clapped her hands once, her voice firm but warm. "Alright, everyone—fifteen-minute break. Grab snacks, stretch, hydrate. Let's reset before the last round."
The crew exhaled almost in unison, laughter and chatter sparking as stylists and models scattered toward the snack table and lounge area. The photographer gave Amanda a mock salute, grateful for the pause.
Amanda straightened her shoulders, her gaze instantly finding Ericka across the room. She walked toward her, every inch still composed in her professional role, though her chest loosened now that the room wasn't watching her so closely.
Ericka leaned back in her chair, legs crossed, sunglasses perched lightly on her head. When Amanda stopped in front of her, she tilted her face up, eyes glinting. She reached out casually, brushing her fingers along Amanda's hand as if it were nothing.
Then she leaned forward, her lips dangerously close to Amanda's ear, her voice a husky whisper only she could hear.
"You have no idea what you're doing to me right now," she whispered, voice low and husky. "Watching you take charge like this... it's turning me on."
Amanda's composure cracked just slightly, her chest tightening. She tilted her head, whispering back with the faintest smirk, "Careful. I still have a room full of people to manage."
Ericka leaned back, a slow, wicked smile curving her lips. "Mmm. Then finish strong, Daddy."
Amanda's lips twitched with restrained amusement, though her pulse was unsteady. "Eat something before I put you on the schedule."
Ericka laughed softly, the sound low and rich, then leaned forward again, her eyes glinting with mischief. "I forgot how much I like seeing you like this—since the last time."
Amanda arched a brow, though the corner of her mouth betrayed her with the faintest smirk. "Don't remind me," she whispered back. "We nearly missed the wrap-up."
Unbothered, Ericka tipped her head, her tone even bolder. "I know you've got a room here for yourself. Maybe you could give me a tour..."
Amanda's gaze flicked toward the hallway where her private planning room sat—quiet, tucked away, very off-limits. She leaned in just slightly, her voice low and sharp. "If I take you in there, we won't come back out in fifteen minutes."
Ericka smirked, completely unrepentant. "That sounds like a risk worth taking."
Amanda inhaled slowly, then straightened, turning toward the crew. Her voice carried across the studio, calm and authoritative.
"I'll be in a quick meeting with a potential investor. Don't disturb me unless something's on fire. We'll be back in fifteen."
Heads lifted briefly, a few nods exchanged. No one questioned it.
Amanda turned back to Ericka, her eyes glinting with restrained fire. "Let's go."
She guided her across the studio floor, her hand brushing lightly against Ericka's lower back. The hallway beyond was quiet, their footsteps echoing until Amanda swiped her key card at the door marked Creative Planning.
The door clicked open, revealing a sleek, private space lined with sketches, fabrics, and her notes for upcoming projects. Amanda stepped inside, pulling Ericka with her before closing the door firmly behind them.
Amanda set her tablet aside and turned slowly, her eyes locking onto Ericka with an intensity that made ther breath catch.
Ericka leaned back against the wall, smirk tugging at her lips. "You really told them this was a meeting with a potential investor?"
Amanda's steps were unhurried, deliberate, every bit of her confidence radiating in the small room. She placed a hand on either side of Ericka, caging her in. "Technically," Amanda murmured, her lips brushing Ericka's ear, "you are my biggest investment."
Ericka let out a low laugh, but it melted into a sigh when Amanda's mouth captured hers.
The kiss was soft at first, exploratory—then it deepened, Amanda's hand sliding down Ericka's side, pulling her closer.
Ericka clung to her, fingers threading into Amanda's hair, her body arching to meet the heat of her touch.
"You have no idea," Ericka whispered between kisses, "how much this turns me on... seeing you like this, commanding the room..."
Amanda silenced her with another kiss, firmer this time, her hands roaming—one anchoring Ericka's waist, the other cupping her jaw. Their mouths moved together hungrily, breaths mingling, hearts pounding.
As Amanda's lips parted from Ericka's, her breath hitching slightly, Ericka's hands moved with deliberate intention.
Her fingers deftly unbuttoned Amanda's pants, the sound of the zipper descending sharp in the quiet room.
Amanda's breath hitched as Ericka's hand slid inside, her cool fingers wrapping around Amanda's length, stroking lightly.
"Hurry," Amanda murmured, her voice a low growl against Ericka's skin. "We don't have long."
Ericka's lips curved into a wicked smile as she finally freed Amanda's cock, her touch light and teasing. "Impatient, aren't we?" she whispered, relishing the way Amanda's breath hitched.
Amanda's eyes darkened with desire, her body responding immediately to Ericka's touch.
She reached down and gathered Ericka's dress, pulling it up to reveal her thighs, then higher, baring her completely.
Ericka gasped as Amanda's hand slid between her legs, fingers teasing before moving to position herself.
With a swift, determined motion, Amanda slid into her, filling her completely. Ericka bit her lip to stifle a moan, her nails digging into Amanda's shoulders. Amanda started to move, her thrusts hard and fast, each movement sending shivers down Ericka's spine.
"Shh," Amanda whispered against Ericka's ear, her voice firm. "You have to be quiet. Or the whole crew will know exactly what we're doing in here."
Ericka bit her lip, her fingernails digging into Amanda's shoulders as the photographer began to move, her hips slamming against Ericka's with a rhythm that was both punishing and precise.
The sound of their bodies meeting was almost drowned out by Ericka's ragged breaths and Amanda's low, guttural groans.
"God, Amanda," Ericka whispered, her eyes fluttering closed as she clasped Amanda's hips, urging her on. "You feel... amazing."
Amanda's hands tightened around Ericka's waist, her thrusts growing harder, faster. "You're so sexy," she breathed, her voice strained. "I could fuck you like this all day."
Ericka's laughter was breathless, her head falling back against the wall. "As tempting as that is," she panted, "I don't think the crew would go for another 'meeting'."
Amanda chuckled, her lips finding Ericka's once more, swallowing her cries as the pleasure built between them. Amanda's hips worked in earnest, driving into Ericka with a relentless pace. The heat between them was intoxicating, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.
"Fuck," Amanda growled, her voice a low, urgent warning. "You feel too damn good."
Ericka's breath hitched, her body tensing as the pleasure coiled tighter and tighter. "Amanda, I'm close," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Amanda's free hand grabbed Ericka's chin, tilting her face up to meet her gaze. "Come for me," she commanded, her voice low and rough. "But do it quietly."
Ericka's fingers curled into fists against the wall, her body trembling with the effort of staying quiet.
Amanda's hands gripped her hips, her thrusts never faltering, her breath hot against Ericka's neck.
"Mmm, that's it," she cooed, her voice dripping with satisfaction.
"Take it, lose your mind but don't you dare let them hear you. "
Ericka's only response was a muffled whimper, her body clenching around Amanda as the pleasure built within her. Amanda's free hand, fingers finding Ericka's clit and rubbing in firm circles. The sudden addition of stimulation sent Ericka spiraling, her body tensing as she bit back a cry.
With a final, deep thrust, Ericka's body trembled, her release washing over her in waves. Amanda followed soon after, her own body shuddering with the intensity of her climax.
They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies still entwined, their breaths slowly returning to normal. Amanda finally pulled away, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips as she helped Ericka smooth her dress back down.
"I think we'll call that a productive meeting," Amanda said, her voice light and teasing.
Ericka laughed softly, her body still tingling with pleasure. "Most productive. But we still have to get back out there."
Amanda nodded, adjusting her clothes with deft movements. "Then let's not keep them waiting. But remember," she said, her voice low and firm, "this is our secret."
Ericka leaned in, brushing a quick kiss against Amanda's lips. "Our secret. But I might need a recap later."
Amanda's smirk widened. "Oh, I'll remind you. Count on it."
Ericka smiled softly, her voice low and reverent. "That... felt like more than just a quick break."
Amanda smirked, brushing her thumb across Ericka's cheek. "That wasn't a break. That was a reminder."
"Of what?"
Amanda kissed her once more, tender and slow. "That no matter what—out there or anywhere else—you're mine. And I'm yours."
Ericka's chest rose with a shaky inhale, her eyes shimmering as she whispered, "Always."
Amanda laughed softly, kissing her once more before grabbing her tablet. "Back to the show, Mrs. Mathews."
Ericka's grin widened as she followed Amanda toward the door, her voice teasing. "You know, if this is how you handle investor meetings, we might need to schedule more of them."