of the project to his client when everything was done. The presentation was a big part of how things were received. There needed to be some sort of unveiling video and some process pictures, maybe even some interviews with the potential future tiny home buyers who would live in the newly formed community.
The ding on Tim’s email went off again, and I had been so deep in thought about the presentation I was working on, that it startled me and made me look over at one of the secondary screens.
The newest, unopened email was titled “Behind the Scenes Photo Shoot,” and it looked like it was from the photographer who was here yesterday; I was so excited to see the pictures from the shoot, and now also admittedly a little curious since I knew that Chelsea was the model, that I really wanted to open the email and look at them. I tried not to, especially since Tim had been so honest with me about Chelsea having been there. It would have been a real crap move for me to open his email without his permission. But I was just so curious, and I was his assistant, and it was my job to field incoming emails related to the project. I went ahead and clicked on it without giving it any further thought.
There was a short message in the email and then a bunch of photo downloads.
“I know you didn’t want all of these, but since I am purging them all from my camera now, I just went ahead and sent them all to you so you can keep the ones you want and delete the rest. Don’t worry; I didn’t send them to her. You’re the boss.”
I wondered what that meant.
I clicked on all of the download links and waited for the pictures to show up. The good thing about the three screens is that when the pictures started to open, they were pasted across all three giant screens in a big montage of images that was really cool to see. Tim looked gorgeous in front of the camera, of course. He was wearing charcoal dress pants and a white button-down shirt that he had the cuffs turned up on and a couple of the buttons undone. He looked like a professional who was hard at work, building people’s dream homes.
Chelsea looked beautiful, but a bit trashy in the super-tight dress that she was wearing. She had the kind of body that most women dreamed of—thick-thighed, tiny-waisted, and with breasts that looked way to big and perky to be real. But in this dress, she kind of looked like she’d been stuffed into a sausage casing. It was so tight that you could see every line of her curvature beneath. The two of them looked good together on the surface of the pictures, though, I wasn’t going to lie. The client would be happy with them, for sure.
I scrolled through the photos as they continued popping up on the screens and was almost to the end of them when a picture popped up that made me instantly feel sick. I looked at the photo on the screen in front of me, and then at the two pictures that followed on the monitors on either side of me. I couldn’t believe this was happening again. I felt my eyes start to fill with tears as I stared at the images through my blurry vision.
The picture in front of me was of Chelsea with her hand inside of the front of Tim’s pants. It was very obvious by the outline beneath the fabric that her hand was wrapped fully around him, and you could even see the tip of his cock pressing against his dress pants. The look on her face was one of sultry seduction, and she looked as though she was enjoying teasing him in such a way. The look on Tim’s face was one of surprise. He didn’t look angry or upset, just shocked.
The next two pictures appeared to be almost the same. Chelsea’s hand was no longer in his pants, but something else was. Tim was standing in the center of the screen with such a massively swollen and protruding bulge in his pants that it was impossible not to see how physically turned on he had been by Chelsea’s touch. His face looked the same as it had in the first picture.
Maybe there was some sort of explanation for it again. Maybe Chelsea had just shoved