She stripped and put on the “Bikini”

Ann was furious, both at her manager’s incessant greed and at her situation. No amount of money would make stripping and wearing such an outfit justified in Ann’s opinion, but unfortunately she had little choice in the matter. The only other person on her end of the ring was playing with bundles of yen like plastic toy blocks.

Ann locked down at herself, at the towel hiding her mostly bare body and red lacy thong. She didn’t have that much clothing to lose at this point, but she knew she’d be completely naked soon enough, naked in front of tens of men and women.

“We don’t have all day, Takamaki-san. I’d hate to snatch away the money we just gave you and your manager.”

Ann sneered at the photographer before rolling her eyes and pouting. She turned her back away from Kashiwagi before slowly undoing her towel.

It was an agonizing feeling, voluntarily stripping off her towel and exposing herself like this. Her heart was pumping and her hands shook like an earthquake as she undid the towel around her chest. As the towel fell down her slender and exposed body, Ann could hear the crew around her gasp and giggle.

Ann quickly covered her massive breasts with one arm, containing her fun bags for at least a moment and hiding her erect nipples. Her other hand regrettably moved down her stomach and to her red thong, the last bit of clothing she had.

She hesitated, asking herself if this was all worth it. Was stripping nude really worth the money and fame? She could run away, get a different manager at a different city and maybe still have her dignity. But as her fingers wrapped around the waistband of her thong, she felt guilty, guilty for putting herself above others. This shoot would be the next big break for her company, for her manager. Maybe this was just a small, yet embarrassing stepping stone to respect and great fortune for her and her company.

She pulled her thong down her slender legs, before letting them drop to her feet. Her bright pink pussy lips were fully exposed now, much to the enjoyment of Kashiwagi and the crew. Ann’s manager was too busy counting each individual bill to even notice his models nude body. At least he’s a gentleman…

Ann stepped out of her thong and immediately covered her crotch with her hand. She was now completely naked from head to toe, for everyone to see. Ann tried to ignore it, disassociating from the fact of the situation by thinking of her friends, her lover, anything to distract her from her nudity, but Kashiwagi was quick to reel her back in.

“You’re quite the specimen, Takamaki-san, truly a beauty sculpted from marble. Now, please put on your swimsuit~”

Ann looked down at the ground to see the green pieces of string Kashiwagi called a swimsuit. She guessed that in her rage, she dropped the outfit and left it on the ground. She reluctantly bent forward, exposing her asshole and pussy lips to the men behind her. She felt hot in the face as she heard them comment on her perfect rear.

She stood back up, this time with her swimsuit in hand. It felt like she was holding cobwebs with how thin the material was.

Ann took a deep breath, and took her arm away from her chest, letting her big naturals fall down gracefully. At first, she was confused on where to even start, flipping it around several times to gauge where the front of the suit began and the back ended. The longer she stood fully exposed as she tried to understand the swimsuit made her frustrated as the humiliation continued to pour over her.

Eventually though, she understood the piece of fabric enough or put it on, wrapping the strings around her pale pillowy thighs and resting the suit over her vagina. The bit that covered her womanhood was barely thicker than the string, leaving no room for imagination. Next, she pulled the top part of the swimsuit over her shoulders, adjusting the front to cover her nipples. Like the bottom part, the suit just barely covered her nipples, and nothing else! Her tits and areoles were on full display, making Ann wonder what the point of covering the nipples were when she felt practically naked anyway.

“How do you feel?” Kashiwagi asked in a sarcastic tone.

“I… I feel naked…” Ann replied with a face covered in red blush.

“Fantastic! The suit was designed that way, of course.”

“Was this thing designed by a pervert…” Ann thought to herself.