Bicycle Beach Bash

It was the day of the first video shoot. Dolla had two brand new tracks, and much to Debbi’s dismay, “Miz No-E” was to be featured heavily in both accompanying music videos. Despite her dissatisfaction with the situation, her conversation with Jody had given Debbi new found momentum to push forward. She was proud of the ambitious career driven women Jody seemed to be becoming, despite the bizarre and unexpected route this mentorship had taken, and besides, how bad could a music video made for television really be?

While Avalon worked on Debbi’s makeup, the choreographer explained the basic outline of the video and what was expected of Miz No-E. Dolla would walk around the beach and the pier spitting his rhymes, while Debbi and the other models selected for the video would ride around the background providing the eye-candy. The eight other women, all bottle-blondes, would ride around on bicycles in their obscene bikinis, all the while standing up on the pedals displaying the ample ass-ets for the camera. Miz No-E however would trail behind the group seated on her tricycle, and would have a special part to close out the video.

The tiny 3-wheeler wouldn’t be the only thing making Miz No-E standout. Avalon had fashioned Debbi’s brunette locks into two matching pigtails held by bright blue bows. The Coppertone inspired look had been Dolla’s suggestion. Debbi was self conscious being the only one topless on the set, but was at least pleased with her high-cut bikini bottoms while the rest of the women all wore tiny thongs. Debbi was finally **** to reveal her breasts, standing and stretching out her arms as Avalon applied a spray-on tan all over Debbi’s body, before capping her breasts with some Dolla symbol ($) nipple coverings.

“There, all done.” Avalon proclaimed “Just one last thing…” she added while whisking Debbi’s bikini bottoms down her legs and off before she even knew what was happening. “HEY! What are you doing!” Debbi panicked, clasping her hands firmly over her now bare crotch. “I told you, we were going for the Coppertone look, these were just to give you that high-contrast tan line.” Avalon said while spinning the discarded bottoms around on her finger.

High-contrast was right, no one was going to miss the fact that Debbi was bottomless riding her trike, the exposed pale flesh left no mistake of the conspicuously missing garment. “Don’t look so worried,” Avalon reassured her “You’ll be seated the whole time. It’s not like they can show anything explicit on music television.”