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barely covering it. The junction of her left inner-thigh and nether regions were now clearly visible, and any wisp of wind or movement would expose her sexy shaved pussy. She clutched the front of the skirt, eyes pleading for some sympathy from the photographer.
David looked at her with disbelief. “C’mon, love? What’s the big deal? I thought you wanted to be a model?”
The blonde gritted her teeth, and complied with David with a hint of rose on her cheeks. The first few minutes she posed with her knees together, very conscious of her nakedness. She lay on the beach and tried not to notice each time the skirt lifted in the breeze, with David in front of her clicking away on his camera. But after a while she relaxed once more and began to pose a lot more daringly, confident again.
Next she got on her hands and knees, arched her back and stuck her luscious ass in the air, fully aware that the breeze was pushing her skirt high up and fully exposed herself. David yelled out in approval as Anna closed her eyes, trying to push out of her mind the crowd of men staring at her cunt and asshole as she spread her legs wider and grabbed her tits under his directions.
“That’s beautiful, darling! Now reach underneath and play with yourself!”
Groaning in disbelief, Anna did as he wished; her right hand reached her cunny and began rubbing herself. He kept on shouting for more sexiness, so she used her other hand and grabbed an ass cheek, pulling it wide. She looked behind her and saw the group of men staring intently at the gap between her legs, and flushed once again, knowing how much of a slut she resembled.
Then David suddenly stopped with a puzzled look on his face. “What’s wrong?” Anna asked, worried she had done something wrong.
“It’s not sexy enough!” he replied. The photographer looked at the crowd, and snapped his finger. “We need a prop!” With that he walked over to the crowd and began talking to one of the Mexican men. Anna couldn’t understand what they were talking about because she couldn’t speak Spanish, but was astonished to see David and the Mexican - with a shit-eating grin on his face - walking towards her.
“NO! What’s going on here!?” she demanded as the two men stopped in front of her. The Mexican looked to be in his mid-forties, heavy set and not particularly attractive. He was wearing a loose pair of blue swimming trunks and had a very dark tan. She hated the way he ogled her luscious body, and said, “NO! I’m NOT doing this!”
David sighed, and rubbed his temples. “Jesus!” He pointed at Vincent and said, “Dude - show her the calendars!”
Vincent rummaged through his bag and pulled out some calendars and handed them to the blonde, who leafed through them with disbelief in her eyes. Each calendar showed off some world-famous models in very explicit shots - there were some nude shots and some were even of the hardcore variety!
“Once these girls posed in these calendars they became famous! Of course, if you’d rather go home …” the makeup artist added, before heading over to where David and the Mexican stood huddled together, leaving Anna to decide.
“You think she bought it?” David asked worriedly.
“Relax, Dave!” Vincent said, “She bought it hook, line, and sinker! They ALL do!”
Of course, this was just a scam for the two friends and their porn website. They had scammed dozens of girls this way, getting young, hot models to perform in ways they would never consent to otherwise. The calendars they had obviously Photoshopped themselves, and the only thing that really cost them anything was the plane ticket and the hotel room. Mexico itself was dirt cheap, and they made the money back a hundred times over with their members-only website.
“What is going on?” the Mexican asked, bewildered. “What are you all talking about?”
Patting him on the shoulder,
David looked at her with disbelief. “C’mon, love? What’s the big deal? I thought you wanted to be a model?”
The blonde gritted her teeth, and complied with David with a hint of rose on her cheeks. The first few minutes she posed with her knees together, very conscious of her nakedness. She lay on the beach and tried not to notice each time the skirt lifted in the breeze, with David in front of her clicking away on his camera. But after a while she relaxed once more and began to pose a lot more daringly, confident again.
Next she got on her hands and knees, arched her back and stuck her luscious ass in the air, fully aware that the breeze was pushing her skirt high up and fully exposed herself. David yelled out in approval as Anna closed her eyes, trying to push out of her mind the crowd of men staring at her cunt and asshole as she spread her legs wider and grabbed her tits under his directions.
“That’s beautiful, darling! Now reach underneath and play with yourself!”
Groaning in disbelief, Anna did as he wished; her right hand reached her cunny and began rubbing herself. He kept on shouting for more sexiness, so she used her other hand and grabbed an ass cheek, pulling it wide. She looked behind her and saw the group of men staring intently at the gap between her legs, and flushed once again, knowing how much of a slut she resembled.
Then David suddenly stopped with a puzzled look on his face. “What’s wrong?” Anna asked, worried she had done something wrong.
“It’s not sexy enough!” he replied. The photographer looked at the crowd, and snapped his finger. “We need a prop!” With that he walked over to the crowd and began talking to one of the Mexican men. Anna couldn’t understand what they were talking about because she couldn’t speak Spanish, but was astonished to see David and the Mexican - with a shit-eating grin on his face - walking towards her.
“NO! What’s going on here!?” she demanded as the two men stopped in front of her. The Mexican looked to be in his mid-forties, heavy set and not particularly attractive. He was wearing a loose pair of blue swimming trunks and had a very dark tan. She hated the way he ogled her luscious body, and said, “NO! I’m NOT doing this!”
David sighed, and rubbed his temples. “Jesus!” He pointed at Vincent and said, “Dude - show her the calendars!”
Vincent rummaged through his bag and pulled out some calendars and handed them to the blonde, who leafed through them with disbelief in her eyes. Each calendar showed off some world-famous models in very explicit shots - there were some nude shots and some were even of the hardcore variety!
“Once these girls posed in these calendars they became famous! Of course, if you’d rather go home …” the makeup artist added, before heading over to where David and the Mexican stood huddled together, leaving Anna to decide.
“You think she bought it?” David asked worriedly.
“Relax, Dave!” Vincent said, “She bought it hook, line, and sinker! They ALL do!”
Of course, this was just a scam for the two friends and their porn website. They had scammed dozens of girls this way, getting young, hot models to perform in ways they would never consent to otherwise. The calendars they had obviously Photoshopped themselves, and the only thing that really cost them anything was the plane ticket and the hotel room. Mexico itself was dirt cheap, and they made the money back a hundred times over with their members-only website.
“What is going on?” the Mexican asked, bewildered. “What are you all talking about?”
Patting him on the shoulder,
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