Multitasking - Part 2 (Patreon)

Kim has done plenty of photo shoots in the past, mostly for teenie bopper magazines or in-house shoots for Daddy Disney. In later years she’d get the occasional call from some celebrity follower website wanting to do a ‘where are they now’ piece on her. All of those were strictly clothes-on and pg-rated.

More recently, given her career path into the adult entertainment business, a ‘photo shoot‘ would more than likely be one of the Tweebs taking still shots while the other was videoing her mid-money shot. Hardly the choreographed and -almost- businesslike atmosphere of her current gig…an honest-to-goodness, professional photo spread for a respected men's magazine. Except for being in various states of undress, this wasn’t all that different from being on set back in her Disney days.

The photographer snaps away, giving her cues and directions, Kim smiling away as she accentuates this body part or that. Between makeup touch-ups and wardrobe adjustments, she makes a point of stealing a glance at Ned, still sitting in the same booth. Kim raises an eyebrow, smirking at her long-time fling-on-side, the crew of photo boffins seemingly unaware of…or not caring about…him stroking his gigantic length beneath the table As he watches her.

Photographer: Alright, now give us sultry…a little playful. Good! Roll your hips for me…aaaand push out that chest. Excellent!

The photog hands his camera to his assistant, his crew suddenly scurrying to do a reset of the location.

Photographer: Ok people, let’s reset to the take-out window behind the counter. Give us ten minutes, Miss Possible, and we’ll do another one. Can we get Miss Possible a robe, please?

The same cute, clipboard-toting fan-girl from before hands Kim a robe, smiling at her before scampering off with the rest of the craftspeople.  Kim, naked apart from a Bueno Nacho cap, doesn't even bother to tie the garment shut, ambling back to the booth to rejoin a previously occupied Ned.

Sliding in next to him, she shoes his hand away, the bespectacled executive looking around as Kim goes back stroking his length beneath the table. Amused by his sudden concern for any onlookers…seeing as he’s been watching her and fondling himself for the past hour…Kim leans against him, a second hand grasping the base of his enormity. Ned sits bolt upright in his seat, eyes darting, Kim letting out a little giggle at his expense.

Kim: Huh.

Ned: Wh-whh-what?

Kim: I don’t know why I just thought of that… Maybe it’s just the location.

Ned: Ohh-kuh…. Okay?

Kim: Remember that deleted scene, you know, from the show?

Ned: Yuh-yeah, what of it?

Kim recounts the story of the show's producers nixing a scene from the episode where Kim and Ron start working at the Bueno Nacho. As aired, Ron gets a promotion and Kim eventually quits, tired of Ron and Ned’s bullshit. The deleted scene, however, had Ned debating as to who would get the promotion, privately giving Kim an ultimatum… She‘d get the promotion if the two of them could come to some sort of unstated arrangement.

The dialogue alone was way too over the top for the Disney execs, eluding to some sort of impropriety that could easily be misconstrued as Ned asking for sexual favors…and out the scene went.

Ned: Yuh-yeah, s-s-so?

Kim: So, I… Heh. I use to fantasize about that happening in real life.  You and me out in my car after closing time, sitting in the front seat, riding you like an amusement park ride.

A dribble of pre-come escapes him, Kim running a fingertip through it, toying with his bulbous head. For added emphasis…if anything, just to watch him squirm with nervous self-consciousness…she brings her moist finger to her lips, tonguing the salty digit. Satisfied with her little show, Ned’s face now a less-than-subtle shade of red, Kim nibbles on her lower lip as she returns to massaging his thick rod.

A short while later…her new wardrobe consisted of little more than a cut-off Bueno Nacho t-shirt, a g-string so small that it can barely be considered clothing, and an order-takers headset…Kim leans out the drive-thru window, pretending to take a customer's order. One of the photo boffins, playing the part of a drive-thru customer, sits in a car outside…all the while trying not to stare at her breasts, her rock-hard nipples barely hidden by the barely-there shirt. Kim pretends to press a button on her headset, arching her back and rolling her hips to raise her ass, accentuating her mile-long legs. The boffin’s eyes flutter…he quite literally has a front-row seat, trying not to ogle as Kim’s puffy labia swallows the thin swath of fabric, her nipples popping out from beneath the tiny t-shirt.

Photographer: Now look this way…bedroom eyes…and give us a little lip bite. Oooo, yes! Just like that!

Rolling her shoulders back, the shirt riding up her boobs even further, Kim gives the boffin an almost imperceptible smirk, winking at him as she turns to look at the camera. After a view like that, there’s little doubt in her mind as to what he’ll be doing later this evening, the pronounced bulge in his pants being rather hard to miss.

Looking past the camera at the booth beyond, she watches as Ned continues to pleasure himself, his sport coat now laying across his lap…staring at her through half-closed eyes, a ’nearly there’ expression on his face.

Photographer: Alright, that’s lunch people. Back in thirty…and we’ll set up for the exterior shots.

Offered another robe by the cute fan-girl again, Kim doesn’t even bother putting it on, instead sliding into the booth au naturel, her hands instantly slipping under Ned’s coat. One hand around his shaft, the other cupping his boys, Kim can already feel him twitching with excitement. A quick look around at the restaurant and it is already a ghost town…everyone has piled outside for the catering truck.

Kim: Guess they don’t like burritos.

Seizing the opportunity, Kim slings the coat aside, awkwardly swinging a leg over the bespectacled man's lap. Kneeling above his massive unit, her boobs mere inches from his face, Kim presses her sopping wet labia against Ned’s slick head. Letting gravity do the rest, the redhead lets out a wavering moan as she plummets downward, her butt cheeks slapping against his thighs when she reaches the base of his shaft.

Hesitating, shuddering all over, she sits there for a moment, remembering how much she’d missed having his huge dee inside her.

Ned: S-so, is this th-the arrangement you had in m-mind?

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Original Art by Gagala

Edits by Phillipthe2