Kelly Brook

“Mm-hmm, sure does…” you reply, before the pilot instructs you to fasten your seatbelts. With her characteristic smile, and seemingly all giddy and excited about the prospect of the shoot, Kelly returns to her seat, a whiff of her perfume still hanging around you.

You steal a glimpse at the brunette beauty, still not quite believing that you get to spend a couple of days on a photo shoot with her. You were somewhat worried about maintaining a level of professionalism around a bombshell like this, but since meeting Kelly you’re no longer that worried, as she seems very relaxed and easy-going, and her smile and laugh only makes her that much more appealing.

When the plane has touched down on the water and is safely closing in on the causeway, you can’t help but breathe a small sigh of relief. Waiting for you is three men, one of them you recognize Mr. Wilson, Jeff Wilson, the man who’s managing the shoot, one of the others looks like the photographer.

“Welcome!” Mr. Wilson exclaims as you step off the seaplane and onto the pontoon causeway, “Mr. Walker I presume?” he shakes your hand.

“Yes, Jimmy, please…” you nod affirmative, “We met shortly a few weeks back, Mr. Wilson!”

“You’re right, this isn’t the place for formalities!” he laughs, “You just call me Jeff… now please meet our photographer, Robert Anderson!”

“Nice to meet you…” you quickly shake his hand, before his attention is diverted somewhere else.

“Bob!” Kelly screams excitedly as she gets off the plane and quickly embraces the photographer.

It turns out that Kelly and Robert Anderson (or Bob) has worked together before and Mr. Wilson quickly ushers them away to get started on the job at hand. So as Kelly heads for a small gazebo-like tent on the beach to prepare, make-up and getting into uniform, so to speak, Mr. Wilson points out a hut on the beach which he tells you that you can occupy and with the help of Armando (the third man waiting for you) you begin unloading the bags from the plane.

Sitting on the steps at the door of the small hut, you watch the plane take off. Leaving the luggage behind, you walk down the beach to where Kelly went and as you reach the make-up tent she appears, wrapped in a robe, with her hair done and looking fantastic.

“Jim!” she exclaim, “You’re just in time, come on…” she smile and takes your hand, almost dragging you in the direction of the photographer and a handful of his assistants preparing for the first shot.