Chapter 7: Footage and that Kiss

After the exchange in the car park, I headed straight to the booth in our office. “What have we got?”

They both ignored me, deep in their work. I stood back watching various screens of video being scrubbed through. The lighting looked good, the angles right. Emily had sat in the right chair. I wanted to know what they had, what had transpired, but I also knew better than to interrupt these two stroppy buggers. They were good at their jobs, so I tolerated their rudeness, most of the time. They knew I was standing here, they knew what I wanted to see. They’d put it up when they were ready.

I couldn’t understand the audio as they’d play a few seconds then jump mid sentence to another video, editing the footage, making it flow. That meant that the audio didn’t match up, that was someone else’s job later.

Then it appeared on the big screen and I looked up. One of them had thrown it up. I had my answer, she had worn the green set, the bra and stockings. Fantastic. On the screen was a slowed down loop of Emily sitting at the table. It looked like the girls had been there for a little while, half empty glasses, maybe starter plates ready to be removed. The angle was perfect, Emily’s side profile filled the screen. We’d paid the restaurant to remove the table cloths so that we could see under the table. This allowed us to see my girl’s legs.

Her heels gave her legs a nice angle and curve, her thick but muscly legs looked great. In fact really great. The dark green stockings, shining, even under the table. Her skirt had ridden up to mid thigh, enough that you could see the lace of the stockings showing. Just a little of it but it was clear all the same. Damn she’d worn them. She’d worn them because I’d told her to. Earlier this morning I told her to try wearing the entire green set, suspenders and all. She had to have the garter set on as well as those stockings weren’t hold ups.

I was about to tell them to unpause the still image, they read my mind. She started moving, slowly, I kept my eyes fixed to that skirt, willing it to move. Her hips and ass wiggled and moved a lot. That drew my eyes up her body to the rest of the screen wondering what was going on. I was delighted to see that she was removing her jacket.

The pervs in the room knew what I liked, they knew what to show. They were in fact just as bad as me. I smiled as I watched in super slow mo as she stretched out of her jacket. Her white blouse coming into view. The bright white light to her left was almost making her blouse transparent, she couldn’t have known. But my god were we lucky. They’d done some post on this already, I could tell, her skin was a little off, but by god they’d done a good job. Her left arm pulled tightly behind her as she moved. This caused her blouse to pull tightly across her boob.

Without slowmo you would have still had a treat, but this was something else. Her bra encased cup was just colossal. Her blouse pulled so tightly that you could make out the lacy pattern of the bra. Fuck me, this was the closest we’d come to seeing her body. How did she have tits that big without a huge stomach and fat everywhere? She’d won some sort of lottery in the fat distribution department. How on earth was this woman not already a porn star or an example of the perfect woman in text books for kids to drool over.

I quickly realised that I was getting excited about a woman taking her jacket off in a restaurant. I was used to seeing naked women, cocks, tits, cunts, the lot, but somehow she was entrancing me.

Watching the rest of the slow mo video, you could see her boobs jiggle as they tried to spring free. I felt like I could watch it on loop for hours. I found myself mumbling out loud, “We should leak this on TikTok and Reddit.” No one answered, we probably would let it out at the right time, with Emily’s profile and public sharing of the project.