"Alright!" the director chimed in, breaking the spell between the two women. "Now that the set has been set up again, let's get back to work. Unless you need more time?" he asked. The offer was genuine, but geared more towards Ava than herself. Not that Ava really needed it.

"I'm good to go," the lithe Latina affirmed as she looked over the set. It had changed a bit while they were distracted. the white silk still there, the rose petals replaced, but the largest change was what looked like a solid gold throne sitting in the middle of the set. It was fake of course. There was no way that the assistants could have dragged a solid gold chair of that size in unnoticed, but the actual chair was real enough to bear her weight, and more importantly MJ's weight. It had a lion-themed design to it; the feet and armrests terminating in golden paws, and the backing and seat were both fitted with red cushions, the shade of which matched the rose petals beneath. It looked… regal; and Ava was certainly looking forward to the chance to service her queen.

"Alright then," The director responded once the stars made it clear that more time wasn't necessary, "for this bit the theme is 'Girlskin makes me feel like a queen!' I want decadence, luxury, and above all else this is about the subtle undertones of power and control. Mary Jane, I know you're a powerful self-made woman, now you just need to let the audience know as well. Ava? You're a subject, a slave. I want you clearly submitting to Ms. Watson's whims, you'd die if she commanded it, okay?"

Ava smiled. "That shouldn't be too hard to get across."

Mary Jane nodded as well, a few ideas about how to convey confidence and control running through her head. Of course, getting into the right state of mind was essential, and given just how strongly Ava had reacted to her own story? This last shoot could be a fitting gift for the soon-to-be girlskin girl.

Ava watched enthralled as Mary Jane sauntered her way across the set to take her rightful place on her throne. The red-haired woman really did look like a queen in that moment, and Ava wanted nothing more than to serve her.

Ava walked over, dropping to her knees once she reached the throne; her eager cunt glistening with arousal at the thought of what was to come.

Mary Jane placed a firm hand on Ava's head, threading her fingers through her raven locks as the sexy younger woman knelt before an armrest of her throne, gazing up at her with adoration in her glimmering hazel eyes.

The redhead could hear the click of the camera shutters around her providing a subtle soundtrack to the shoot. It was comforting; familiar in a way that this was not. Mary Jane still wasn't used to being serviced by a girl, and she certainly wasn't used to ordering her partners to service her! But, that was what acting was all about wasn't it? Assuming a role that wasn't the you from real life and selling it well enough to make people believe it? She wasn't the best actress around, but she could do this much. Besides, Ava Ayala was giving her the greatest gift the Latina could think of; from her story it was clear that this? Being ordered about and used? It was something she enjoyed. Mary Jane was happy to help the younger model indulge in the fantasy one last time. Looking straight at the camera, MJ pushed Ava's head between her spread thighs and ordered her to lick.

Ava's mouth pressed against her idol's lower lips, her scarlet landing strip tickling against the Latina's nose. Mary Jane smelled musky, almost indelibly aroused. Ava had been with many women since Julie, and eating pussy was her favorite part of the act. There was something about being nestled between another girl's folds; the comforting warmth on your face as she looks down at you, feeling her body move beneath your lips that called to Ava. If this was her last act before becoming clothing, then she had absolutely no regrets.

Mary Jane looked down at her soon to be ex-lover with a commanding stare which, upon beholding the eager fealty in Ava's eyes almost immediately degraded into a more paternalistic look. The girl really was remarkable. She wasn't afraid at all. Mary Jane certainly would have been in her place, but Ava? The only things that Mary Jane could see in her eyes were enjoyment and anticipation.

The cameras clicked away as Ava dove into her last meal, carefully exploring every last nook and cranny of MJ's sex with her ardent tongue. After her story earlier, they were both more than a little on edge, Ava more than MJ, and it didn't take all that long before Ava's efforts were rewarded with an almost spasmodic redhead clamping down on on her tongue and refusing to let her go.

A gush of musky flavor filled Ava's mouth, bathing her tongue in the proof of her labors as MJ came hard. She smiled, hoping that her idol remembered the pleasure she'd brought her when she wore her in the future.

Mary Jane tried to hold back, to look regal and commanding, but the climax Ava brought her to was just too powerful. Her head lolled back and her mouth opened almost of it's own accord. "Fuck! That's it!" she shouted. "That's perfect!" MJ panted. "You're perfect!" She finished as her pleasure started to recede.

Ava redoubled her efforts, encouraged by her idol's praise, bringing MJ back from the brink just to toss her into the abyss of another monstrous orgasm yet again.

MJ's hands were gripping the armrests of her throne so tightly she was almost afraid she'd break it. She'd never felt like this before! Not with any of her prior lovers. Ava was throwing everything into pleasing her, body and soul, and her dedication was bearing more than fruitful returns. Acting was the last thing on MJ's mind right then. It was all she could do not to black out from the pleasure Ava was bathing her in.

Whether minutes or hours, MJ couldn't tell how much time had passed when she finally came down. She'd cum so hard her cunt was sore and aching just from the effort alone.

Ava seemed thoroughly satisfied. Her face shining with her idol's sticky arousal, Ava looked like the cat that had finally caught the canary.

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Of course the shoot wasn't over yet, they still needed a few more shots, but after what MJ just went through the rest of the shoot was honestly a bit of a blur.

It took until the director finally said "That's a wrap!" for MJ's brain to finally clear up.

Ava was already headed for the processing room just down the hall and MJ had to sprint naked through the studio just to catch up with her.

Of course Ava was already in the room by the time Mary Jane had caught up with her, and she wasn't there alone. Aside from an X-shaped frame that looked more like a sex toy than a textile machine, there were two technicians and a designer, a woman who Mary Jane had worked with before on the very shoot that had enticed Ava to her in the first place.

"Wait a second," MJ announced. "You can't just leave without saying goodbye."

"I already gave you a goodbye kiss," Ava joked. “Did you want another one?" she offered.

"No!" MJ replied. "No way! My body can only handle so much. I'm a fashion model not a porn star! I just… I had an idea and I wanted to share it with you?"

Ava's eyes scrunched up in confusion. In just a couple minutes she'd be snuffed. What sort of idea could possibly matter now?

"It's just… that story you told me? about you and Julie? It got me thinking. I have plenty of bras and panties. I even have a pair in the design you're planning on. But you know what I don't have? A one-of-a-kind girlskin corset."

Ava's eyes widened. She'd never expected this. Her mind flashed back to Julie from high school, to the blonde's aborted plans for her. It was tempting, oh so tempting.

"Can we do that?" she asked the designer.

"I don't see why not? I was told to follow your requests for design on this project. It might take an hour or two to get something sketched and approved, but you would certainly turn out just as beautiful as a corset as a lingerie set. What sort of Corset were you thinking of Ms. Watson?" The designer responded.

"Something simple yet sexy for the bedroom," MJ admitted. "With oval cut outs running down my sides and maybe around my navel so that you can see the contrast between me," Mary Jane paused indicating on her own naked body the parts she'd like visible, "and her," she finished, shifting her gaze to Ava.

Ava could see it in her mind's eye, a corset made of beautiful Latina-colored leather with large swaths of MJ's pale white skin visible beneath. It was sexy even in her imagination as she pictured Mary Jane's aroused sex peeking out from beneath the former petals of her own sex. It was undeniably attractive, and the thought of actually becoming the corset that Julie had promised she could be was incredibly enticing, but…

"You wouldn't be able to wear it outside," Ava noticed. "Not casually anyway. That isn't something you can wear with a set of jeans and a t-shirt."

MJ nodded. "True, but it is a lot sexier, isn't it?"

The choice in front of her was tempting. Girlskin was inherently sexy, but the garment her idol was proposing was something else entirely! It was something so sexy that after the shoot it would probably only be worn in private, only seen by MJ's most intimate of lovers… And that? that wasn't what Ava wanted.

"It's tempting, but…" Ava hesitated, "No. I want you to wear me constantly. I want to be the dirty little secret underneath your low-cut jeans. I want to be with you out in public, not just in your bedroom. I can't do that as a corset. Even a more rugged one is way too inconvenient for wearing every day. But a bra and panties? I could have worn Anya any day of the week! I'd be surprised if Julie doesn't have her on when she goes to work, or the gym…"

"You're sure?" MJ asked. She wasn't attempting to convince the other girl, just trying to make sure she went with the choice she wanted. It was after all the last choice that Ava would ever make.

"I am," Ava nodded firmly. As sexy as MJ's offer was, being worn, being enjoyed in public? In the end that was what Ava really wanted.

"It's a shame," MJ mused. "I know I'll probably enjoy you more often this way, but it would have been nice to have something special for the bedroom."

MJ's eyes traced her younger colleague's body from head to toe, trying to think of something that would fit.

"Maybe a pair of stockings?" MJ asked.

"I don't see why not," the designer admitted. "There's enough material there to make a set of stockings, a pair of gloves, even a belt if you want one."

An electric thrill ran down Ava's spine at the designer's announcement. Stockings? gloves? They were private, and almost certainly going to be used for sex, but there was nothing inherently hidden about them. She could just imagine her idol wearing her with a fancy dress to a cocktail party or a gala, or even threading a Ava-skin belt though her jeans, her fingers marveling over the soft supple Latina-leather.

"Yes."

It took Ava a second to realize that the voice that just spoke was her own. "That's what I want," she continued. "God, the thought of you wearing my legs like that… I ever even imagined it before but now? It's so incredibly sexy!"

"I can do that," the designer agreed. "I'll just need to get some measurements from Ms. Watson first."

Mary Jane looked at the designer motioning her into the next room to be measured for the additions to the outfit Ava had promised her, then she looked back at the trembling Latina in the middle of the room. Naked, shivering, and absolutely sopping wet; there was no doubt in MJ's mind that it would just take the slightest touch and Ava would go off like a cannon.

With mischief in her eyes Mary Jane stepped towards her soon-to-be clothes. "Just one last thing!" she called over her shoulder before turning back to the shorter duskier girl.

"I looked up girlskin before I did this shoot you know," Mary Jane whispered in the younger girl's ear. You're going to be waterproof," she continued. "I'm going to wear you every day for a week," She announced, plunging a pair of fingers into Ava's absolutely soaking wet cunt and rubbing her palm against her clit. "Every. Single. Day." MJ finished, pulling her fingers free and wiping them dry against the front of Ava's pussy, her fingernails lightly grazing the model's flesh as she pulled them free.

She pulled Ava into a fiery kiss, keeping her Latina lover from collapsing as her climax hit her, driving her thigh between Ava's legs to rub against her slit.

Ava was lost. She'd never had a kiss like this. She couldn't focus! She couldn't- She couldn't even stand!

Mary Jane pulled away and let Ava collapse into a boneless heap at her feet. "Something to remember me by," she offered, before turning away to follow the designer into her office. She hoped Ava enjoyed it. After hearing her fantasies, MJ suspected that a kiss like that would be a perfect final gift to her biggest fan.