Preparations continue...

Rachel nervously tugged at her top when the make-up woman stepped away and began working at her hair. The first bikini wasn't much different from the kind she normally wore but to her it felt more like she wasn't wearing anything. Maybe it was the guys leering at her, or the way her nipples stuck out, thick and long and hard as rocks when in a state of arousal, which was all-too-easily achieved.

The snapping of the director's fingers made her jump, her firm tits wobbling within a top made not to support, but to show off its contents.

"Suntan oil. We're in a rush here, people. You lot," the director pointed to the boys. "Help her out. Head to toe, but too much, we don't want a sheen on the camera. I'm sure she won't mind your help."

Rachel blinked at the veiled insult she thought she'd detected in the man's tone, and it was in no more time than a blink that the men had grabbed several bottles of high SPF sun screen and surrounded her. The girl doing her hair magically disappeared, leaving three guys with suntan oil and a few others blocking the director's view of her.

A snapping of a camera caught her attention and she looked to the side. The beach-side setup seemed to have attracted the attention of a few people, and a couple of them were snapping pictures. She'd scarcely realized that she'd been hearing the clicking of their cameras almost since she'd arrived, but before she could realize the implications the boys put their oil-smeared hands upon her body.