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(Her Secret Fantasy, continued by vishi...)

You swallow hard, your mind racing as you look into Rachel's hopeful, nervous eyes.

“Okay, ” you say, trying to keep your voice steady. “Go to the audition. Do the body casting and the screen test. I just… I need a little time to think about the rest.”

Rachel's face lights up with a relieved smile. She throws her arms around your neck and kisses you deeply, her body pressing against yours. “Thank you, Ross! I promise it's just a test. I won't agree to anything without talking to you first.”

The next morning after Rachel has gone for the casting, you call Monica.

“Hey, Ross!” Monica answers cheerfully. “What's up?”

You get straight to the point. “Rachel told me about the body double thing you did last year. She's got an audition. How much of it was… simulated? Was it actually sexual?”

Monica laughs lightly. “Oh, totally choreographed. The male doubles are super professional — like dancers doing a routine. There's no real arousal at all. It's awkward more than anything. You hit your marks, hold positions, fake the moans. They use intimacy coordinators the whole time. If Rachel tells them her boundaries up front, they'll direct everything around that. Obviously the series is explicit, so she can't say something as ridiculous as ‘no touching my body' or anything because that is the whole point of body doubles, but they're really good about comfort.”

You feel a wave of relief wash over you. No real arousal. Just acting. “That actually makes me feel a lot better. Thanks, Monica.”

“No problem, ” she says. “Tell Rachel to call me if she has questions!”

You hang up, already pulling up the fantasy series on your laptop. Curiosity gets the better of you. You skip straight to the episodes Monica worked on and fast-forward to the sex scenes. There she is — or rather, there's the famous actress's face on Monica's naked body. Spread wide, riding a guy reverse cowgirl. On her knees taking it from behind. Moaning as two men share her. Your cock is rock hard in seconds. You slide your hand into your pants and start stroking, imagining it's Rachel up there.

You're close when the door suddenly opens. Your girlfriend walks in, freezing as she sees you jerking off to the screen.

“Ross!” she gasps, eyes wide. “Are you… are you jerking off to Monica naked?”

You yank your hand out, face burning. “I—I was just researching! I wanted to see exactly what they might ask you to do. That's all.”

Rachel crosses her arms, looking hurt and a little angry. “It didn't look like research.”

Seeing her upset kills the mood, and guilt hits you hard. You close the laptop and pull her onto your lap. “Baby, I'm sorry. I got carried away.” To make it up to her, you say in the heat of the moment “You can do whatever they need on set. Whatever the scene calls for. Except actual fucking. Everything else is fine.”

The words tumble out before you can overthink them, your cock still half-hard against her thigh.

Rachel blinks, surprised, then lets out a long sigh. “They really want me, Ross. Like, really. The shoot is on location for the whole month — I'd have to stay there in the cast hotel. And everything has to stay top secret. Millions watch this show and some only for the sex scenes. If details about the sex scenes of the new season gets leaked, it will be a big problem. So I won't be able to tell you the exact details of what I film each day… but I promise I'll call you every single night and tell you how I'm feeling.”

She searches your face, biting her lip again, her anger already softening into excitement.

You feel a mix of relief, jealousy, and fresh arousal stirring in your gut.