8

You had just scrolled down to the moment Sabrina was flipping up her skirt, showing off her lacy panties and ass as she smirked over her shoulder, when Sabrina came back out of the washrooms. She'd taken off her sweater, leaving her in her button-down blouse and long, black knit skirt. You quickly slipped your phone back into your pocket.

"Getting comfortable?" you asked.

"Sort of," she said, giving you a soft, playful smile. She sat down and you two started talking about work, of all things. Sabrina found the work as boring as you did, and had formed a lot of the same opinions about your fellow interns other than Gemma. Sabrina thought Gemma was a bit sneakier than she came off, a bit more like Eric and his entitled background. You hadn't seen that out of her, but then you also had to admit you might have had some blinders on because of her looks.

Eventually, Sabrina drained the last of her beer and she reached into her little purse and pulled out her phone, putting it on the table in between the two of you. "So, I had an idea," she said.

It was your turn to give her the raised eyebrow. "Alright. Are we talking 'take a picture to make Eric jealous about lunch' idea, or something else?"

"Something else," she said. Sabrina leaned forward, dropping her voice a little bit. "I need something to post tonight or tomorrow, so I was thinking since you've already, y'know, seen everything... do you want to be my cameraman really quick?"

You blinked, and then looked around the restaurant. It was coming up on noon and more people had entered, but they were all getting seated near the front. The hostess seemed to be trying to do you two a favour with some privacy.

"Really?" you asked.

"Sure," Sabrina said. "Usually I have to try and figure out how to do it all by myself and it takes a million tries to get things in frame the way I want. You already know how I frame things, and you've been really, weirdly good and supportive about it, so why not? I mean, if you're into it."

"Uhm, yeah, sure," you said.

"Cool," she said. "Let's just wait for our food, then we can make it look like you're taking photos of me for I*******m or something. You can use my phone - I upgraded to the Pixel when I was thinking about doing all this."

"Yeah, OK," you said.

Holy shit. Holy shit!

For the next couple of minutes, Sabrina leaned over the table and showed you the various features on her phone she wanted you to use. She tested a couple of soft filters for the lighting, passing the phone back and forth with you.

Then the food arrived, dropped off by your waitress, and you sat back as Sabrina gave you a smile.

"Well? Are you ready to give this a try?" she asked.

*****

"Alright," you said. "I'm ready."

"Just remember to keep the framing right," she reminded you.

You lifted her phone and pointed it at her, adjusting just slightly so that the upper limit caught just the bottom of her nose, and her smooth, expressive lips. She was smiling just a hint lop-sided, giving her a touch of playful personality even before she'd started doing anything, and this camera position both hid her identity and managed to put her entire torso in frame, along with her food.

"Got it," you said. "Whenever you're ready."

She nodded, and you started the recording.

"Hey baby," Sabrina whispered lowly, using the voice she put on in all of her videos. It was soft and sultry, but didn't hide her usual earnest pep. "Thank you so much for coming to meet me on this lunch date. It was so nice of you to come all this way, just for little old me."

Sabrina played with the buttons of her blouse as she did this, running her fingers over them softly, then down her sides, subtly accenting her form under the tight shirt. It was opaque enough that you couldn't see what sort of bra she had on, but it hugged her form as tightly as the sweater she had been wearing before.

"Look at this delicious salad they made me," she continued. "I know, I know, you're not big on salad. You're a manly guy, and I think that's kind of hot. And look, I'm already done my first drink! I swear I'm not trying to get tipsy in the middle of the day. I'm just building up my courage to thank you properly even though we're in this busy restaurant."

She started unbuttoning her shirt from the top button, one at a time. She wasn't going slow, since you weren't trying to get caught by doing this for too long, but she didn't speed through it either.

"Do you like my outfit? I was ready for a long day in the office before you called. I promise I wasn't trying to flirt with anyone else, baby. I just like to look cute, especially if you might call for drinks after work. Of course, I know your favourite way for me to wear my outfits is not at all. I can't really do that here, baby, but maybe I can just tease you a bit? Is that alright?"

Sabrina had unbuttoned her shirt down past her bustline now, revealing her small set of cleavage and the centre point of the little black bra she was wearing. You couldn't see much yet, but she started leaning forward, letting her shirt gape open a bit, and subtly pulling each part to the side as she talked.

"You like that, right? When I'm willing to take some risks to make you happy? When I show myself off to you, and only you? When I give you peeks at things no one is supposed to peek at?"

Her bra was entirely visible now. It was a thin lace, partially see-through, and you could see the dark, ruddy pink of her nipples. By now your mouth had gone a little dry - this surreal experience was like watching live p**n. No, it is live p**n.

"I know I'm being naughty," Sabrina continued. "But I know you like that, too. I can't go much further than this, baby, but maybe? Just a little peek?"

She pulled one of her bra cups aside, letting one perfect little tit peek over the edge, revealing her nipple to open air. At the same time she bit her lower lip, framing a beautiful shot of her being equal parts naughty and naively innocent.

That, unfortunately, was when you saw the waitress heading over to check on you two.

You gave the signal, wiggling your finger above the camera, and Sabrina sat up straighter, pulling her shirt closed as she turned and smiled as the waitress came down to the side of the booth.

"Oh, is everything alright? You folks haven't even started yet."

You held the camera down, but didn't stop recording. The shot was more of the table now, both your food and Sabrina's, but there was still some of her torso in the shot.

"Yeah," Sabrina said. "I'm just a bit of a foodie. Taking pictures for I*******m before we eat."

"That's cute!" the waitress said. "Just make sure you start that burger sooner than later, alright? Don't want it to get cold."