It was always a pleasure to work for Glynda.
Literally.
Yang had only worked for her once before, but she had cared for 'her girls' and Yang found herself enjoying the filming the most she had ever had. Today was no different. She was to be working with Glynda and another girl for a faunus kink film. She had been hand picked for her "big, busty blonde" attributes, yet she didn't know who she was working with.
"Yang. A pleasure as always." Glynda smiled as Yang stepped out into the studio, wrapped only in a silk robe. "You'll be working with Blake today." She gestured over to a black haired girl stood on the other side of the room, clad similarly to her. She was faced away from Yang, but Yang could instantly make out the two cat ears atop her head. She had no issue with the faunus and didn't mind filming with them, although she knew a lot of people who would have an issue with it.
"Right girls!" Glynda called, clapping her hands together. "Take places everyone." She turned to Yang and this girl, Blake was it? "So we'll start small, a bit of kissing, casually squeeze her tits, work up to slipping a finger in. Fairly easy to begin with. We're focusing on shots to begin with so we want wide angles and close ups. We'll signal when you two take it further. I want you both knuckle deep before cunnilingus starts. Then have some fun with it."
Blake tried not to cringe at the phrasing. It still made her feel uncomfortable whenever she was told what she would be doing. She'd never done this with a human before, but her rent was coming up to be due and she was the only one willing to work with a human from her "agency" and she had heard nothing but good things about Glynda Goodwitch. Blake had never worked with a woman either before, so it was all firsts for her. But she wasn't in this industry to be shy, or awkward. She knew how to act, and, at the end of the day, that's all it was. She knew she could do this.
She turned back to the "busty blonde" she was working with. She was pretty, Blake would give her that. It seemed like she knew just how to work this industry too. She knew what to flaunt, just by standing there. She was tall, her aura drawing all the attention in the room, with hair like molten sunshine, cascading down her back. No she wasn't pretty. She was gorgeous. And when she turned to look at Blake with those piercing lavender eyes like sunsets, Blake knew she wouldn't have an issue acting today.
"Hi I'm Yang." Well, it never hurt to be polite and shake someone's hand before you inserted said hand into said person.
The other girl smiled and Yang blinked at how it transformed her face. She beautiful, that much was obvious, but it was a standoffish beauty that stopped anyone in their tracks. It was an unobtainable beauty. It was a beauty that Yang wanted beneath her.
"Charmed." She responded, taking Yang's outstretched hand. "Blake. Blake Belladonna."
Yang grinned. "Pretty name for a pretty girl." She glanced to Glynda who looked to be ready. "Shall we get this party started?"
Blake rolled her eyes with a smirk, at ease with this Yang already. Following Yang, the two made it to the bed by the floor to ceiling windows. It was a private property that had been rented and thus they didn't have to worry about any unwelcome guests.
Sitting beside each other on the side of the bed, they waited for Glynda to call action. There was no story, no plot, to what they were doing today. It was just "sex".
"Action!"
The word cut across both girls' thoughts and they looked to each other. There was no doubt that they felt drawn to each other. That was what Yang told herself for her own little plot in her head. It always made it easier if she didn't have a script. She would make one up in her head and act along to that.
Searching Blake's eyes, she saw amber slip down to her lips. That was the only cue she needed. Raising a hand, she gently cupped Blake's cheek, leaning in and brushing their lips together, so gently it was experimental. Pulling away slightly, Yang was pleased to find Blake chasing her lips, crashing them together once more.
Blake was surprised at how soft and plump Yang's lips were. She dragged her teeth against Yang's bottom lip, pulling on it, sucking it between her own. She felt Yang moan against her. Yang pushed against Blake again, one hand still cupping her cheek, the other palming her hip through her silk robe.
Yang moved from her lips to Blake's jawline, kissing hotly and Blake tried to ignore the tension she felt building up inside. She tilted her head back, allowing Yang better access to her neck, hand reaching up to grab the side of Yang's neck, trying to anchor herself. Yang's kisses were open mouthed and hot, teeth occasionally biting, hard enough to make her gasp, only to be followed by a moan as Yang soothed it with her tongue. Blake hated lovebites, but she didn't want Yang to stop what she was doing at all.
Blake wasn't sure what made her lose control and buck her hips against Yang – her lips and teeth dragging against her collarbone, or the hand palming her hip getting a bit too close to her thigh, teasing her. She felt Yang's lips curve into a smile against her skin. She wasn't usually one to give control up so easily. She had to get it back.
Slipping her hand down from Yang's neck, she ran her hand down Yang's cleavage, slipping under the robe. Yang certainly lived up to her typecast. With her other hand, she undid the tie to Yang's robe, pulling it open and sliding it from the blonde's broad shoulders. Blake noticed how Yang's freckles descended over shoulders and down, dusting her breasts.
Taking control back, Blake pushed against Yang until the blonde was lying on the bed, robe spread haphazardly beneath her. Grinning predatorily, Blake threw a leg over Yang's hips, straddling her stomach and grinding teasingly, spreading her dampness on the blonde. Yang's hands instantly gripped onto Blake's hips, both holding her in place, and trying to move her to get more friction. Blake liked the little frown of frustration that formed on Yang's face when she wasn't getting what she wanted.
Leaning down, she connected their lips again, hotly, hungrily. She wanted this girl beneath her. She wanted her squirming under her, begging for more, for release. She wanted Yang to forget every other word she knew, except Blake's name.
This time it was Yang who bucked her hips and Blake ran her fingers over one of Yang's nipples, feeling it's pert tip beneath her. It was her turn to trail kisses down Yang's body now, albeit faster than the other girl had. She had a destination, and she was aching to reach it. To feel Yang beneath her.
Finally, trailing her tongue up from the base of Yang's ribcage to her sternum, she latched her mouth around the sensitive nipple, sucking before grazing it with her teeth. Yang's moan echoed throughout the room, her body arching up into Blake's grip. She wanted more, both of them knew it. Blake's other hand circled Yang's other nipple, rolling it between her fingers, before moving down, further and further, over quivering abs, and past her belly button. Yang, like her, was bare. In this field it was always easier to be so than not.
Blake ran her fingers along Yang's folds, feeling the wetness slick against them. The thought of that alone made Blake very aware of how wet she was herself. But that could wait, for a little while at least. Spreading Yang with her index and ring finger, Blake circled Yang's clit with her middle finger, revelling in the reaction she got from her counterpart. Looking up, she saw Yang's eyes were shut, frown still there, hands now fisting the sheets.
This was what she wanted to see.
Blake's mouth grew dry at the sight. Removing her finger from Yang's clit, followed by a whine from the blonde, she slipped her middle finger as far as it would go into Yang, causing a breathless gasp, her back arching again. Blake moaned against the warmth that wrapped around her finger, needing more. She added her ring finger to the other one, watching, almost mesmerised, as Yang shook beneath her.
Her senses were on high alert and all she wanted to do was taste the girl beneath her. To savour it. But not yet. Blake hadn't even realised that she had moved down Yang's body, coming face to cunt. The scent was intoxicating this close, but she wasn't ready to give up control just yet. Twisting her fingers inside Yang, the other girl moaned loudly and Blake continued, curling them, feeling the wetness seep onto her hand.
What she hadn't expected was for Yang's hand to find her head. More specifically, her ears.
Blake's gasp was high pitched as Yang gently rubbed the base of one of her ears, sending a jolt straight through her, down to her core. She could feel her wetness increase, leisurely dripping down her thighs. Did the blonde know what this was doing to her? Did she know the animal reaction this drew from her?
Yang rubbed Blake's ears again and Blake arched her whole body into Yang, groaning, adding a third finger into the blonde. Opening her eyes, she saw the challenge in Yang's. She now knew the reaction this was getting. The ball was suddenly in her court.
And Blake didn't mind.
Yang flipped positions, easily, naturally, Blake's fingers never leaving Yang. The surprise of the switchup of positions caused Blake to curl her fingers and Yang bucked against her again.
"You can eat her out now. More vocal."
Both girls froze momentarily, the same surprise echoed on each of their faces. They had forgotten. How could they forget? This was their job. This is what they did. This should have been like any other shoot.
So how had they forgotten?
Blake recovered from the shock first and flipped them so she was on top again. Yang noticed her eyes had lost their gleam, their desperation.
"You like that? You like being under a faunus? You like my fingers in you?"
Yang, catching up, moaned. It wasn't real, not really. Not like it had been before. "Yes! Yes! I love your fingers in me! Fuck me harder."
Blake's eyes darted away from Yang's for a moment before she winked at her. It was so subtle, Yang wondered if it could have been a twitch, but she had a small mischievous grin curling her lips as she leant down to kiss Yang, before moving steadily downwards. She placed hot, open mouthed kisses on each nipple, moving further down.
Blake pinned Yang's hips down as she found the lower she went, the more Yang bucked against her. Yang wanted her, she knew that much. And she'd be lying if she said she didn't want her too. Already she could hear the difference between Yang's moans. Her first ones ha sounded guttural, almost painful, as if they were being wrenched from her. But these ones, these were higher pitched, louder. They were for the camera. Not for her.
Blake mourned the legitimacy of how they began. She wanted that Yang. But she wanted that Yang without the people around them, without the cameras. She didn't want to share that Yang.
This was acting.
Blake brought herself back to Yang's mouth, kissing her loudly, moaning breathily as she did so. She removed her fingers from the blonde, slipping a thigh between her legs instead, feeling Yang grind against her immediately. She felt how wet the blonde was, she knew how badly she was worked up.
Yang grinned into the kiss. So Blake wasn't going to continue as they'd started? It seemed like it was time for her to take matters into her own hands. Hooking her legs around her, she flipped them, relishing in the adorable squeak that Blake made in surprise.
"You like that?" she husked. "You like it when I take control?" she was shocked at how breathless she sounded. She hadn't even cum yet.
Blake moaned loudly, and Yang grit her teeth against the jolt she felt through her. Bringing her hands up to Blake's head, she began to rub her ears again. With both ears being played with, Blake couldn't help but cry out, thighs quivering, begging for some sort of release.
"God yes. Fuck me! God fuck me!" she bucked into Yang.
Blake moaned, breathily, loudly. She felt one of Yang's hands run down from her ear, down between the valley of her breasts, thumb circling her pert nipple, moving further south. She moaned again as Yang's fingers found her clit, circling it, pressure increasing at an agonising pace. Her moans, like Yang's weren't as authentic as they had started, but there was definitely an element of truth behind them.
Blake's back arched as Yang inserted her middle finger into her, thumb still rubbing teasing circles on her clit.
"You like me in you don't you?"
Blake moaned loudly in response. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard."
Yang pressed her mouth to Blake's. For the first time, she wanted this particular shoot to be over fast. She wanted to take Blake out of here, away from the cameras and the fakery. Moving another finger into Blake's slick folds, slowly beginning to pump her fingers in and out of the faunus beneath her.
This was what she wanted – Blake writhing, gasping, panting, moaning beneath her. She had never felt this drawn to a person, never mind someone she was doing a shoot with, before. Blake was intoxicating. Her voice, her scent, how she felt, how she would taste. Finally giving in, Yang moved down, flicking her tongue against Blake's clit. Yang felt the shudder that ran through the faunus. She could barely hear it over the sound of her own blood rushing in her ears, heart pounding a mile a minute.
Blake's hands wound themselves into Yang's hair, not noticing how the blonde froze at her hair being touched. One of her main rules for being in this industry was that her hair was never touched.
But this was different.
But how?
Trying not to think about it, Yang sucked on Blake's clit, hands tightening in her hair, sending an unexpected shiver up her spine. Did she like this?
"Ooh fuck me! Fuck me! Harder! Deeper!" Blake's voice grounded Yang and she added a third finer, curling them, brushing against Blake's pulsating walls. Blake swore and bucked into Yang's mouth, making the blonde smile, despite herself. "Again." Blake whined.
Yang curled her fingers again, Blake groaning loudly. It was high-pitched and contrasted with her usual sultry drawl that Yang had so far experienced. Blake was acting up as well as she was.
Blake began twitching with Yang's fingers and mouth working tirelessly against her.
And then it happened. Blake clenched around Yang's fingers and moaned loudly, almost too dramatically for what Yang was doing to her.
Yang helped Blake ride out her orgasm, leaning down to kiss her as she panted beneath her.
"That's a wrap!"
Yang sat up, extracting her fingers from inside Blake. She wasn't surprised at the guarded expression on Blake's face, she probably wore a similar one herself. Shoots always left her feeling regretful and dirty. She believed in making love, and that meaningless sex, whilst working for some, no longer held any appeal to her. It was always something that surprised her peers when she tried to explain it.
But this wasn't just meaningless.
Yang angled her body away from the crew and cameras, maintaining eye contact with Blake as she slowly and subtly placed her fingers in her mouth, sucking them clean. Blake's eyes widened and Yang was pleased to notice her gulp.
Grinning, she winked at the shocked faunus before swinging her legs off the bed and standing, reaching down to grab her discarded robe from where it had fallen from the bed.
Glynda walked up to them both as Blake reached for her own robe, angling her body to hide as much of it as possible.
"That was great, girls. We got some great shots, and there was a realism to it that I've not seen in a long time." She eyed both girls. "I'll let you both... clean up, and get dressed. Take your time. We'll review the footage in the meantime."
Yang smiled good-naturedly at Glynda, her robe securely wrapped back around her. Blake had taken a little while longer to get up, her body still reeling from how Yang had made her feel. She had felt vacant and abandoned when Yang had withdrawn her fingers from her; she wanted more – needed it almost. Just not here. Not in front of these cameras. By the time Glynda had finished speaking though, Blake had managed to get her robe back around herself, all the while desperately trying to look anywhere but Yang.
Both Yang and Blake walked out of the room together, aware of the weight of what had just happened.
"Well, that was a thing." Yang never was good with awkward silences.
The corners of Blake's mouth threatened to pull into a smile. She still felt drawn to Yang, wanted to fill up all of Yang's space, wanted Yang to fill up all of hers. She didn't even want to remember the last time that she not only gave up her control so easily, but the last time she wanted to give up her control.
Picking up her clothes from where she'd folded them, Blake hastily slipped them back on, forgoing her desperate need of a shower in favour of leaving. She was torn between wanting to get out of there as fast as possible, and prolonging it as much as she could. Her confusion had clouded her mind, and she couldn't afford to be in that state. Not again.
Turning to leave, Blake reached for the door handle.
"Blake..." she froze, hand still extended. Looking back, her breath caught as Yang locked eyes with her. Yang opened her mouth, but closed it quickly when she realised that she didn't know what she was going to say. It wasn't often that Yang Xiao Long found herself speechless, but then, she had never met someone like Blake before.
Blake smiled gently, sensing Yang's indecision. "It's been a pleasure, Yang."
And then she was gone