The next morning on set, Stiles was a nervous wreck. Her stomach twisted with anxiety and unwanted arousal as she stood in the garden set wearing the sluttiest white dress the costume team had given her — tiny, almost see-through when dry, and completely indecent. She knew today they were shooting the first heavy intimate scenes. Her fat tits strained against the thin fabric, nipples already slightly hard from nerves. Underneath, she wore nothing. No bra, no panties. Just like her character.

Derek arrived looking ridiculously hot — shirtless, only wearing tight black pants that hugged his muscled thighs and the obvious bulge between his legs. His abs and chest were ripped, sweat already glistening on his skin under the lights. He caught her eye immediately and smirked.