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This story was written for Gamerfox as part of my patreon request days for December. It contains sexual acts between multiple consenting adults, and voyeurism. :3

Better than B-Roll

Garnet lounged in her chair as she selected the last roll of the day and began to set it up for replay. The Torracat smiled, purring to herself as she wondered what would be on it. Most times the footage she had to look through was just B-Roll, a host of disjointed close-ups, alternate takes and some re-shoots or background work. Every now and then though she found a tape that made her remember why she had been so giddy when she had first applied for this job. It wasn't unfair to say that in order to work in the porn industry, even if you weren't on camera talent, you had to have a certain type of personality. A certain forwardness, a willingness to be involved with activities that others might consider private, lewd and perhaps even taboo as a matter of course. And undeniably, Garnet was that kind of woman. The kind of woman who had grown up watching gay porn for intensely personal and very much enjoyable reasons, and who now, as a college graduate with no particular interest in the pursuing subject of her major as a career, had been beside herself with joy at the idea of spending her living in such proximity to what still comprised a sizeable amount of her masturbation fodder.

Of course, it wasn't quite the glamorous gig she had expected. It wasn't like she was spending all day, every day scouring through the best work the studio produced. She was watching the offcuts. The trimmings. The unedited, raw footage which it was her job to analyse the importance of, and to erase it so that the drives upon which it was kept could be re-used for future shoots. Most of the time the work was simply repetitive and easy, a job that paid the bills but provided little in the way of thrills or interesting stories to tell her closest friends. Most of the time she was stuck in the back offices of the studio, with few excuses ever to venture towards the areas where the movies themselves were shot and the talent could be found wandering naked and rock hard through the hallways. Sure, there were moments when her job was amusing. She always got a laugh when she found herself skimming through what seemed to be a relatively competent scene only for one of the actors involved to loudly break wind mid-act, or to see someone fall off a bed during a particularly active sex scene. But for the most part, her job was just that. Fairly well paid, fairly low energy, so certainly nothing to warrant complaining about. But still, very much just a job.

At least, most of the time.

There were occasions however, times that Garnet hoped and longed for each and every time she walked into the office to begin work, when her fantasies of what this job would have been when she first applied to it briefly did come true. Times when the B-Roll through which she was tasked with browsing turned up a hidden gem amidst hours of pick up shots and other unedited, unappealing fragments.

As the last tape of the day began to play through its contents, Garnet heard the voice of one of the studio's second unit director's addressing the actors on screen to hurry it up, reminding them that it was already the end of the day and they were already behind schedule on this shoot. Four or five attempts at the same scene followed with the camera catching the scene from various angles, a small bar set providing the location for the main star of the piece to hook up with his next one night stand. There was nothing wrong with the shots, nothing wrong with the footage at all, but Garnet recognised the character names and knew that this movie had already been edited and distributed. It seemed this scene had been left on the cutting room floor, and now it was her job to sweep it up and dump it in the trash.

The shooting day ended. The camera kept rolling as the director dismissed the actors and the crew. The lights dimmed, the sounds of voices chattering and mumbling faded away, and then darkness fell over the set as the last people to leave turned off the last of the lighting.

The camera, however, remained active. Garnet smirked, tutting playfully at whatever cameraperson had gotten distracted and somehow entirely forgotten to cut after they were done. The Torracat leaned forward in her seat, tapping at the computer keyboard a few times and watching as the footage sped up, the room still and silent but the counter in the bottom right corner of the screen letting her know that ten minutes had passed, then twenty, then thirty with absolutely no movement. She switched the footage back to regular speed however when after thirty six minutes of darkness and silence the set's lights flared up once again. She expected to hear a voice muttering curses, to maybe see a nervous face flit in front of the camera for a moment before correctly shutting it down as they should have before initially leaving.

Instead, however, she saw a figure walk onto the bar set and look around. One of the camera operators, but not normally someone who'd work on B-Roll shoots like this. The Typhlosion, Ace, tended to be on some of the bigger shoots the studio filmed each week. He was one of those guys who had a natural knack for cinematography, and knew just how to angle his camera to capture the best cumshots. Needless to say, Garnet was a huge fan of his work. But not nearly as huge a fan as the two figures that came into shot next, both of them instantly recognisable as on camera talent not only because Garnet had gotten off to several scenes of them acting together on multiple occasions, but also because they were both stark naked, and both rock hard already.

"Oh god..."

Garnet whimpered softly, wordlessly pleading for whatever divine entity may or may not have existed as a part of her world to give her this one gift. To let what her mind, her heart and her loins wanted to happen, happen.

She watched, she listened, ears straining as the camera's built in mic caught only murmurs of whatever the trio were saying to one another as they stood upon the set in a close triangle, no personal space required or asked for by any one of them as arms brushed and tails twitched back and forth against one another. Already one of her hands was down the front of her shorts, and she had her chair turned so that even if on one of the rare occasions she was disturbed in her office, any entrant would be unable to see what she was doing to herself. Already she was breathing heavily, trembling a little as she watched the bare asses of the talent, Donny and Jun, rest so firm and adorable beneath the base of the Vaporeon and Dragonite's respective tails.

For more than five minutes she teased herself as they teased her with their presence, with their quiet, private conversation and their beautiful naked bodies. For more than five minutes Garnet wordlessly begged them to do what her fantasies longed for them to do, however unlikely it may have been. For them to do what her and so many other porn fans no doubt imagined porn actors doing together when they were off set. She wanted them to fuck anyway. To fuck not because they were being paid to do it, but because fucking felt incredible. As did watching men like them fuck, all the more so when it didn't seem at all forced or faked in its passion.

"O-ohh..."

Much as she might have been enjoying the idea of it though, gently teasing at her own swollen clit with two fingertips as she revelled in the idea of these three taking a break from shooting porn to fool around together on their own time, Garnet didn't actually expect them to do it. She expected them to finish whatever conversation they were having, to resolve whatever issue or solve whatever problem had brought them here for a private chat, and then to head off for home and their private lives like most of the rest of the studio's crew already had by that point. That was why she groaned so loud and so long, and why her eyes bulged so intensely, when she saw one of Jun's hands rise from his side and reach over to caress the Vaporeon's cute ass. That was why a strained whimper escaped the Torracat's lips when a few moments later she saw a pair of arms rise up over their owner's head, and she watched as Donny began to help Ace out of the t-shirt that the Typhlosion was wearing.

Garnet's free hand was under her own t-shirt by the time Ace stepped more fully into view, wrapping his arms around Jun's buff shoulders and rising up on his tip-toes so his already strong body could kiss the even more muscular Dragonite while from behind Donny unbuckled his belt and tugged the Typhlosion's jeans and underwear down in a single eager motion, Ace's erection springing forth already every bit as hard as the two porn stars he was with. The Torracat's head span as she watched the three men drop to their knees as soon as Ace had been rendered naked, and she gurgled in lustful joy as within moments Ace was on all fours. The fire-type's muzzle hungrily swallowed up the first few inches of Jun's huge erection while behind him Donny was bending over himself, the Vaporeon's hands prising apart the cheeks of Ace's rump and beginning to bury his tongue in the Typhlosion's cute backside.

"Oh. Ohh... d-do it. Please, boys. Do it for me."

Watching, trembling, masturbating ever more urgently and lustily within her clothes, Garnet whimpered to the men on screen entirely unconcerned with the simple fact that there was no way they could hear her. The Torracat could feel her body burning, aching with arousal as she urgently plunged the two fingers that had previously been grazing at her clit in and out of herself, feeling her wetness, her desire growing in abundance with every passing second. Donny's tongue was buried deep in Ace's ass by now, and Jun had his hands on the back of Ace's head, humping feverishly, hungrily at the Typhlosion's muzzle and burying more and more of his huge cock down the back of Ace's throat with every thrust. It wasn't long though before Donny pulled his head back, the trembling, twinkish water type grinning from ear to ear as he remained on all fours but dragged himself forward, only to practically pounce up so that he was straddling the trembling Typhlosion's back.

"Fuck him."

Garnet gurgled pleadingly, whimpering, almost giggling in glee when she saw Jun's mouth moving just moments later, Donny looking up with flushed cheeks and a giddy grin at the Dragonite and nodding along with the suggestion being made. A suggestion which, as Garnet read Jun's lips, she couldn't help but wail happily at the sight of.

"Fuck him, Donny."

Shuddering, grunting, quaking in her chair, the Torracat felt herself cum as Donny pressed his cock into Ace's saliva-lubricated ass. She saw the pleasure spread over the Vaporeon's face as his erection pressed into the fire type's rump. She saw Ace's eyes widen, then grow heavy with lust as no sooner had Donny started to pump in and out of his backside, one of the Vaporeon's arms reached around and began to pump at Ace's as yet untouched but twitching, achingly hard and needy cock. She saw the three of them only just getting started even as pleasure consumed her and hot, sticky wetness soaked her fingers and the insides of her underwear, and with a pleasurable whimper, she kept on going even as what seemed now to simply be her first orgasm passed her by without diminishing her desire in the slightest.

"Harder. Ohh... oh boys. Please. Faster. Make each other cum... m-make... ohhhh... y-you're gonna make me, a-ahhh... again..."

*********

Ace smiled as he padded through the corridors of the studio's office space, acknowledging those who recognised and said hi to him with warm nods. He didn't make it down here that often, but with the holiday season approaching they were a little short staffed for some of their final shoots of the year. Thus he had found himself without a runner to go get his camera some new data storage as it began to fill up from the day's shoot so far, and for that reason he found himself here, now. He found himself walking to the office responsible for data storage and cleanup, ready to ask the woman who worked there, a Torracat whose name he couldn't quite recall, if she had any drives available for re-use before he wasted any company funds opening up a brand new one.

Finding the office in question was a relatively simple matter, and as he approached the frosted glass of its door, emblazoned not only with the department name but also with the name of the woman who ran things, Ace raised his hand to knock gently upon the glass.

Before he could do so though, he heard a sound from within. A moan which at first he took to simply be the Torracat doing her job, re-watching old footage to mark it as suitable for deletion or worth cataloguing and putting onto file. The funny thing was though, for a gay porn studio, that moan sounded oddly... feminine. As for the one that followed, that sound, that cry of pleasure and longing, sounded like no actor Ace knew on staff.

"Oh! Ohhh, Jun!"

His cheeks flushed as a thought crossed his mind, but he dismissed it hurriedly. It was wrong of him to assume that a feminine sounding cry had to come from a woman. They employed men of all body types, personalities and dispositions to star in their work.

"Aaahhhyes, D-Donny!"

His cheeks burned a deeper red as he heard that same voice cry out a second name he knew. Almost uncontrollably, overwhelmed by curiosity, by the desire to see what and who was responsible for those cries, he felt one of his hands falling to the handle of the office door.

Gently, carefully he pushed it open, just in time to not only hear but to see Garnet as she lay back in her chair, legs raised up onto the desk in front of her, spread with her jeans cast aside and her panties dangling off one ankle as she feverishly fucked herself with three urgent fingers, blurred in how rapidly they were plunging in and out of her sodden, gushing pussy.

" Ace! I... I'm cumming!"

Ace saw a potent jet of liquids cascade out from between the woman's legs as she hammered at her nether regions only to pull her fingers free at the last second, her whole body convulsing as juices sprayed over the desk, over the keyboard of her computer and over it's LCD screen. A screen upon which he saw three figures feverishly fucking one another upon an otherwise dimly lit yet intimately familiar set.

He saw Donny's face, a picture of intense focus as the Vaporeon humped urgently at his ass. He saw Jun slowly humping at his own face, the Dragonite having already cum and now just letting Ace's lips and tongue tease him clean. And he saw himself. His own body sandwiched between those other two men, painting the set floor beneath him with streaks of cum, his own orgasm having seemingly set Garnet off with her potent, squirting climax as she masturbated to this secretly taken, seemingly forgotten footage.

The Typhlosion waited there in the doorway. He waited as Garnet shuddered and writhed and moaned and milked that intense orgasm of hers for all it was worth, not letting it completely come to an end until with a straining cry of his own Donny unleashed his load deep into Ace's own ass and collapsed astride the equally spent, panting Typhlosion. Ace watched as on screen the three of them untangled themselves only to fall into a fresh tangle of bodies in one another's arms. Cuddling. Kissing. Enjoying the fatigued, giddy, post-orgasmic bliss of their actions in a way they would never have been able to do had it been part of an official shoot. And of course he watched as Garnet enjoyed her own post-orgasmic high too. As she flopped back in her seat, giggled mindlessly, and brought her soaking wet paw up from between her legs to lap at playfully, self-indulgently with her rough tongue.

Only then did he clear his throat, smirking as Garnet practically launched herself half way across the room with a shriek of shock and embarrassment.

When she saw him though, her expression changed.

When she saw the knowing smile upon his lips, her fear turned to bashful amusement, and she giggled softly.

When she saw the teasing glimmer in his eyes, her own eyes shone with a knowing excitement of her own.

And when she saw the Typhlosion's strong body standing in her office doorway, the front of his jeans beginning to visibly tent as she lay slumped in her chair, half naked, soaking wet, her computer screen blurred and stained by the streaks of orgasmic ejaculation this man had seemingly just witnessed her unleashing as she screamed his name... she purred deeply under her breath.

"H-hi... Ace. Uh... w-what... what can I do for you today?"

Garnet murmured softly, her head spinning as she felt all of a sudden like she was in one of the movies she loved to watch. Only, this wasn't a movie. This wasn't some fantasy. It was real.

Ace grinned. He closed the door behind himself, sealing them inside together. And even as Garnet's hand reached down between her still lewdly spread legs and teased her lips apart before the male's hungry gaze, his own hand was already moving towards the buckle of his belt.

"Oh god."

Garnet gurgled as she teased her clit and watched the sight revealing itself before her wide, hungry eyes.

"B-best day at work ever."

By Jeeves

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