Canoga Park - Episode 4

A new girl walks into the office and the boys go quiet. One by one they edge closer, hands brushing her lower back, fingers lingering too long when they pass papers. Smiles get hungrier. Her desk is surrounded by cologne and half-hidden hard-ons. Then she slips during the late-night shoot, twisting her ankle on the slick stage floor. Three guys lunge at once—Mark, the lean lighting tech with long fingers, Rico the grip with shoulders like a fridge, and sweet-faced Leo still clutching his clipboard. Mark reaches her first, sliding his palm under her thigh to lift her. Rico shoulders him aside, scooping her up bridal-style, his knuckles grazing the thin fabric between her legs. Leo grabs her calf, thumb stroking the soft skin behind her knee. She feels every grip tighten. Mark’s breath warms her ear as he whispers he’ll ice her ankle in the green room. Rico’s forearm presses against the underside of her breast with every step. Leo’s hand drifts higher, knuckles brushing the damp lace between her thighs. They reach the dim hallway. The door clicks shut. Mark drops to his knees, easing her shoe off, lips brushing the swollen joint. Rico peels her top higher, exposing smooth skin that pebbles under cool air. Leo’s fingers slip beneath her skirt, parting the wet silk. She arches between them—ankle throbbing, cunt slick, every nerve begging for the next touch. Mark’s tongue traces the tendon up her calf. Rico’s teeth catch her nipple through lace. Leo pushes two fingers inside her, slow and deep, curling until her hips jerk. No one speaks. Only the wet sound of his fingers and her broken gasps fill the room as the three men take their time claiming every inch they’ve been dying to touch.