Why not?

Through the photoshoot, you keep getting the feeling that Tyrone is not going to do anything to hurt you at all. With barely a second thought, you pull your tank top off, facing Tyrone.

"How's this?", you ask.

"Perfect!", he answers. "I could tell that you had nice breasts underneath that tank top. Now, tease me a little. Act like one of your friends is taking pictures of you to send to your boyfriend."

Taking his statement as motivation, you lean forward towards the camera, squeezing your tits together in the bra. As he keeps encouraging you, you notice that it feels like it's getting hotter in the hotel room. As you look at Tyrone, you see a very prominent bulge in his dress pants.

'Is that? No, there's no way he's THAT big. What am I thinking? He's just the agent.', your mind argues as you keep posing. Without thinking about it, you've pushed your shorts off, so you're only in the matching bra and g-string.

"Damn Amber! You are one hell of a PAWG!", Tyrone says as he keeps taking pictures.

"What's that?", you ask, having never heard that term in the small town where you grew up.

"It means Phat Ass White Girl. And by 'Phat,' I mean Pretty Hot and Tempting. It's a compliment girl. Some of these girls that we put in rap videos would kill for an ass like that. Can you twerk? ", Tyrone says as he explains what he meant.

You respond by smiling and turning around, starting to dance and then twerk your ass. You're so hot and into following Tyrone's instructions, you don't even realize that, as you're bent over in front of the camera, shaking your ass and working your hips, your g-string is doing an awful job of hiding your pussy and asshole, giving Tyrone flashes of them as you dance.

Your lust filled dancing is interrupted by the sound of Tyrone's cell phone ringing. "Hold up, I've got to get that."