Panic struck her so hard and fast that she didn't know what to do. She was acting out the cliche saying a deer caught in headlights. She, the deer, was crossing their path, and his eyes, the headlights, had her frozen in place. She heard the saying before, but she was now empathetic to all deer that had ever came into contact with the lights from a car as they crossed the road. She understood clearly. She went cold as all the muscles in her body tensed up and she forgot how legs worked and how to move them. 

What she didn't know, was that it ignited something in Larry that he never felt before. He had participated in threesomes. Hell, he had even caught people having sex, but he had never been on the other end of someone watching him without consent. It wasn't until now that he realized the act of exhibitionism was a kinky turn-on for him. The thought of the indecency they were displaying in front of this beautiful stranger forced a cry from his trembling lips.

"Oh god baby! Fffuck!" Larry's words were laced with delirium as his eyes locked on hers. Beast kissed his neck once more before sitting up to see his love's facial expression. His words came out so quickly that he knew Larry was right there. He wrapped his hands around Larry's thighs, giving him another pleasurable thrust. His mouth formed an 'o', as he watched Larry's eyes rolled back in his head. Dancing stars paraded Larry's visual as his orgasm came crashing down on him, ten fold. He grabbed his shaft and pointing it straight up, he gave it three satisfying strokes before his cum came shooting up in a thick tall spate, landing on Beast's chest. The abruptness of Larry's orgasm took Beast by surprise, and his legs began to tremble as he felt an energetic tingle claim a trail from his spine to the base of his member. 

Her heart pounded harder, as she panted heavier. She clasped her thighs together in an attempt to withhold her own sexual liberation. She was caught. She knew that he saw her, but she couldn't understand why it turned her on even more. The thrill of the visual aphrodisiac before her stimulated her senses. The harder she gripped her thighs, the more intense the throbbing from her clit became.

The beautiful performance Larry put on for him rendered a coil in his abdomen. "Oh shit! Oh my- Damn babyyyy, dammnnn! I'm gonna c-," His declaration was cut short as his own stream  spilt heavily in his love's tight hole that clinched around his shaft as if it were a vice grip. He let out a roar as his eyes clamped shut. His teeth held his bottom lip hostage, threatening to break skin. 

His release was magnificent and it triggered hers to follow. She dropped to the balcony floor, knees digging into one another as she twirled her hips, riding her own lavish wave.

-

She was only able to get an hour of a sorry excuse for sleep in before getting up for work.  She drifted in and out of a restless sleep as that morning consumed her foggy dreams. The libidinous visuals kindling a lust between her legs, stirring her awake again and again.

The poor woman was dead tired. She grabbed her sunglasses to block the cloudy, but bright, intruding sky from stinging her fatigued eyes. The commute was long and exasperating as she was stuck in traffic for most of the drive. She couldn't wait to get to the location so she could get today's work over with and go straight back to the hotel and crash on the bed.

Arriving at her destination, she handed her keys over to the valet attendee to park her car for her, "Bonjour Monsieur. Merci!" She gave him a light smile, happy with herself that she remembered how to acknowledge the French. As the phrase goes: Do as the French do, she thought to herself.

"Oui Mademoiselle. Je vous en prie!" She didn't know what the hell he was saying and she didn't care to know. 

She made her way into the building where she was met with the team she would be working with. After giving faire la bise to each individual, another thing she was taught to do when meeting the French, they sat at a conference-style table, going over the storyboard and notes while others began the setup process over at the area designated for the shoot.

"Mademoiselle!" She heard a call from behind her, causing her to whip around at the loud greeting. The older white Frenchmen approached her. She had met him months ago during his trip to the States to initiate the plans and ideas of today's shoot.

He was too loud for her, but she received him with a smile and la bise. 

After the formalities he informed her in his thick French accent, "My apologies Mademoiselle, but ze talent are late zis morning. We 'ave contacted zem and zey will be 'ere  very soon. No worries, d'accord?"

Slightly irritated, she sighed internally, but put on her best polite face and graciously accepted his apology.

She went into the allocated break room, grabbed a snack and drink, and sat down to eat. Some time had passed before she heard her being called by the Frenchmen from earlier, in the doorway, "Mademoiselle, please ze talent is 'ere!"

Her eyes shot open. Not remembering when it happened, she realized that she had fallen asleep, her cheek resting on the table. She wiped away the dribble from the corner of her mouth.

"Oh Madem, ze travel must make you so tired. I understand zat zey were late. Because of zis, we will cut ze shoot short today. We will only film a few hours so zat you can go back to your 'otel to rest. Zis is agreeable, non?"

"Oui Monsieur, za-" She caught herself, almost imitating the way his 'th' sounds resembled a 'z' sound. She shook her head at her close-call of embarrassing herself and cleared her throat, "that's fine. I'm very sorry. I barely got any sleep last night." Raising herself from the seat, she released an embarrassed chuckle. 

"Is okay Madem. You come wiz' me. Zey are just in 'ere!"

She followed him back into the studio.

He began clapping his hands energetically, "Alors, commençons s'il vous plaît!! (Okay so let's begin please)" he looked around, then let out an agitated breath, "Oh la la la la la la! Maintenant, encore une fois, où sont mes talents? (irritated: Now, where are my talents again)"

"Nous sommes ici! (We're over here)"

She looked over by the wardrobe area that was slightly blocked off by a v-flat. She saw them. It was them! It was fucking them!!

Larry felt her gaze and instantly looked up, meeting her eyes. A look of recognition washed over his face. Her face mirrored his own expression. Both of them felt as though they were about to pass out. 

For the second time in the same day, she was wide awake. Because of them...