His latest passion project was a rap video. He enjoyed the assumptions that folk made. Many assuming he was gay, and so dismissing him, or playfully teasing him.
However, Rich was also a player. His job today was focused on the backing dancers. Their lush bodies a delight barely contained by the outfits, every seam straining to contain the voluptuous flesh beneath.
He was in his element, and very much 'hands-on'. These women excited his lust, but not his interest. They were boring, but exciting too. Lacking the passions, or the talent of the lead, he found them easy to manipulate. Instinctually honing in on the insecurities, and kinks with ease.
The girls were meant to strut towards the camera as if they owned the street. Their bodies a symphony of movement, the camera working at four times speed to achieve the slow-motion effect. They were 'modestly' dressed in simple leggings that clung, and Mandy's top tailored to slip temptingly low.
Rich had to ensure it did, but just enough to intrigue, and not so far as to offend.
Walking around them, as if admiring fine art. He nodded his approval before retreating behind the camera. Nodding his assent to the director, he started clapping out a rhythm. They bounced their hips in place, until signalled.
Immediately, sashaying forward. Their busts delightfully full, their iced nips, teasingly visible, as Cassie's top slipped from her shoulders with each shuddering step, it fell just a little further.
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