Emma arrived at the dimly lit online magazine office exhausted. The hectic hours of dancing with her desires had zapped every ounce of energy she possessed. The sexually charged atmosphere earlier that morning had been replaced with a hive of activity and chatter, signaling the start of the evening workload.

Striding past the eclectically decorated open-plan space—the product of graffiti artists' wild imaginations—Emma quickly reviewed the plan for her photography assignment that evening. Adrenaline flowed as the anticipation of the evening shoot and memories of her throbbing clit, abuzz with orgasm, surged back to the surface.

Emma's cheeks warmed, recollecting the wicked trinity of Sarah, Madison, and Michael. She allowed her mind to slip back into the fantasy—prying, probing for the key to unlocking her most primal temptations.

The thought of Michael taking Sarah from behind fueled her—driving her to imagine the feeling of his strong arms, caging her as he plunged into her depths. Between them, the jealous maid of honor, Madison—wishing the moment could last an eternity. Emma snapped out of her fantasy with the consolation that she would only be dealing with Michael. That's what she told herself, at least.

Entering the dimly lit open plan office, she headed straight to the changing room. Within moments, she slipped into her photographer's attire—a high waisted black pencil skirt, pairing it with a plain white silk blouse she often wore. A simple strand of pearls was tied neatly around her neck, polishing off her elegant yet professional look. She glanced into the mirror, looking to confirm her outfit made the right statement.

She wanted Michael to perceive her as a skilled and collected photographer yet tease an edgy temptress in the same gaze. A dash of crimson eyeliner—fierce and dark—provided just the hint of dominance she craved. Emma never considered herself much of a sexual aggressor. However, growth was a fundamental part of her DNA, and she aimed to embrace each opportunity for expansion.

As she entered the studio area, Emma paused. A quick peek around confirmed the mysterious Michael Thompson was already present. Emma swallowed hard. The very sight of him sent her heart pounding in her chest, robbed her of breath, and released a flood of warmth between her thighs. She couldn't deny the magnetic pull towards this man. Their eyes met for a brief moment, and his slow, knowing smile made her insides flutter.

Get it together, Emma! she silently chastised herself. No matter how irresistible he may be, you're here to work.

Emma refocused her thoughts, despite the whispers of desire urging her to abandon reason and throw herself at the delectable creature before her. Michael, standing with a relaxed confidence, resembled an ancient Greek god—mesmerizing in his otherworldly beauty. She reminded herself of the task at hand—an adult photo shoot, requiring her to delve into eroticism, and guided by a sharp, insatiable intellect.

Emma marveled at his physique. "You're quite a specimen, Michael." She admitted, as she began setting up her equipment, carefully observing him from the corner of her eye.

Their casual banter transitioned seamlessly to the professional setting, with Emma directing Michael through various poses. She captured each one with a graceful finesse, taking note of the subtle shifts in his muscles.

Michael handled the clothing changes with practiced ease. The atmosphere remained professional as the two worked together.

"Perfect, Michael. Just like that." Emma coached, snapping a final shot. She noticed how the material clung to his taut frame, accentuating every muscle with sensual precision.

"What do you think about this top?" Michael asked, donning a silk, deep-v shirt. The color complemented his ebony skin and brought out the highlights in his hair.

Emma paused, struck by the sight of him. She could see the appeal, as if the very fabric held some primal, seductive power.

"Beautiful. I think it's one of my favorites." Emma said, her words barely a whisper as her thoughts trailed back to her fantasies of the mysterious three-way union she had fantasied about earlier that morning.

Returning to reality, she realized it was time to move on to the next item on the itinerary, which demanded shirts off for a bodywash manufacturer.

She cleared her throat, calling out to Michael, "We're moving on to the last segment now."

As he ambled towards her, his sculpted chest gleamed with the promise of temptation, Michael flashed a confident grin. Emma felt her face flush under his sultry gaze.

"Prepare yourself for a bit more exposure," Emma instructed, holding back a giggle as she watched Michael oblige without hesitation. He unbuttoned his shirt, sliding it off his shoulder with practiced ease.

Emma's breath hitched at the sight of Michael's bare torso, her mind briefly flashing back to the intimate moments she'd shared with Sarah, and how Michael could fit into the picture.

She shook her head, pushing aside the lascivious thoughts as best she could. Instead, she busied herself with adjusting the camera settings to capture the most striking images of Michael's physique.

"Now let's get some steamy shots of you with the bodywash," Emma announced, trying to maintain her focus and not get too distracted by Michael's presence.

As she prepared for the steamy shots, the scent of coconut from the bodywash filled the air, and the sensual vibe made her yearn for a partner to join her in this escapade. And who better than the model himself, Michael?

Her mind wandered, indulging in X-rated thoughts about the two of them lathering up together, the soap running down their bodies and enticing every erogenous zone. She snapped photos of Michael, her hands trembling with desire.

Each shot was a testament to his masculinity, a visual feast for any red-blooded woman. Emma blushed, a fiery blush creeping up her neck as she muttered the last item on the itinerary, "Speedo modeling for a summer catalog."

Michael's eyebrow arched, intrigued. "Speedo modeling, eh? That sounds... adventurous. Are you sure you're ready for this, Emma?"

Caught off guard, Emma stammered, "I-I mean, y-yes, I am! I-it's just... you know... it's... different." Her voice trailed off as she felt the weight of Michael's gaze, his eyes full of curiosity and humor.

Determined to prove herself, Emma put on a brave face.

"Of course I'm ready, Michael. Let's get started with the Speedo segment."

Within moments, Michael came back from the changing room, clad in the first of many Speedos. The emerald-green material hugged his pelvis and framed his upper thighs, accentuating his muscles and setting Emma's heart racing.

The photo shoot resumed with the new wardrobe addition, and Emma focused her lens on Michael's athletic build. With each click of the camera, she channeled Sarah and Madison's confidence, attempting to funnel her desire for Michael into artistic expression. She needed to put aside her personal longing for a night of unbridled passion and instead use that want to fuel her creative mind.

As she directed Michael through various poses, she couldn't deny her attraction to him.

And then, as he returned from the changing room after the second Speedo change, Emma's gaze dropped to his lower half, and she couldn't help but notice the unmistakable bulge in the fabric.

Time seemed to slow down as she took in the sight before her. It was then that she realized Michael had been aware of her gaze and offered her a knowing smile. Emma's cheeks flushed as she quickly lifted her eyes back up to meet his, hoping her embarrassment wasn't too evident.

For a moment, neither of them spoke, as if the air itself had grown thicker with the realization of what had just transpired. Emma felt her heart pounding in her chest, her mind racing with thoughts of what might happen next.

Suddenly, she realized that her hand was shaking as she adjusted the camera settings, struggling to regain her composure.

"You're probably wondering why I have an erection. Well, I'll tell you." Michael said, noting Emma's expression of discomfort.  Her heart skipped a beat as she anxiously awaited Michael's explanation.

He began, with an assurance in his voice that surprised her, "Emma, my agent specifically requested that I maintain a certain level of arousal during the Speedo portion of the shoot. Apparently, it adds a specific 'je ne sais quoi' to the images, something alluring and desirable that sells products exceptionally well."

The disclosure left her stunned, rendered speechless. The lengths people would go to for perfect photographs baffled her, and she couldn't help but wonder whether the odd request made Michael uncomfortable.

She managed to utter, "But Michael, surely there must be another way. I can't ask you to do something that makes you feel..."

He interrupted, "It's alright, Emma. I assure you, it's not as bad as you think. I can handle it. Just follow your instincts and keep going with the Speedo shoot. I'm fine with it."

Emma hesitated, studying Michael's face for any hint of discomfort. Finding none, she took a deep breath and nodded, resolute in her decision to continue the shoot. "Alright, Michael, let's move forward with the Speedo portion then."

And so, they did. Emma captured shot after shot of Michael in the various Speedos, all the while trying to ignore the growing tension between them. Michael's arousal was palpable, and it made Emma feel both uncomfortable and strangely exhilarated. She was stepping into uncharted territory, pushing her boundaries further than ever before.

As they moved through the different Speedos, Emma noticed Michael's gaze drifting to her own body, taking in her curves and the flush on her cheeks.

She found herself enjoying the attention and her discomfort gradually gave way to excitement. The longer they worked together, the more she felt her inhibitions melting away, until she found herself staring back at Michael with equal desire.

This sudden realization struck Emma like a lightning bolt. Every time she raised her camera to capture another stunning shot, her elbows pressed against her hard nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. The sensation only served to heighten her excitement, pushing her further and further into uncharted territory.

Taking a moment to compose herself, Emma took a deep breath and looked at Michael. His eyes were fixed on her, making it clear that he could see the effect this was having on her. She hesitated, unsure of what to say, before the silence was finally broken.