You have filmed me fucking other girls before. You have stood behind the camera, checked the focus, watched every angle, heard every moan, and pretended it did not get to you. But when today’s performer cancels, you look a little too relieved. I notice. And once I start teasing the truth out of you, it becomes obvious. You were not just watching because it was your job. You were jealous. You hated seeing my hands on them, hearing me praise them, watching me kiss them, and wondering what it would feel like if it was you instead. So I give you the choice. Maybe today, pretty girl, you are the one getting fucked in front of the camera.