Someone's hailing her.... and the guys from the bus!

"Hey! Guys!" a voice yelled, and Rachel whirled, her worst fears realized when she saw the group of guys from the bus. But their leering faces turned away from her towards the voice. "The shoot's over here. You're the models, right?"

Rachel let out a breath of relief that bordered on a sob, but her eyes widened in alarm when the men nodded along with her.

"Well well well," said the leader of the group, coming over to her, putting an arm around her waist in spite of her shrinking away from him. "Looks like we've already met our co-star."

"Co-star?" she managed, wondering if she was actually at a movie set. But she was a photography model.

"Great to meet you, tits. I mean, toots," another guy laughed, and from her other her draped his hand over her shoulder, one meaty paw groping her breast through her thin top.

The boys ushered her forward toward the older man who'd called them. The man looked harried, and was already moving away from them, leaving Rachel to stumble along after him, the attentions of the boys roaming her body as the ones behind her lifted her skirt.

"Stop it!" she hissed, even as her nipples turned rock-hard under the massaging hands. A finger poked up her rear, making her jump and bite back a moan as the untamed lust made her clench herself on the intruder.

"I think she must love anal," the boy said. "She practically came on my finger."

"I bet she loves all sorts of things," another said, giving her nipple a sharp squeeze. She tried not to moan but it escaped on its own.

"Okay folks, men go over there, girl goes over there," the older man said, pointing to two clothes racks.

The boys reluctantly let her go, though not without a parting shot of a boob squeeze and a second finger in her rear before they sauntered on over to their area.

In something of a daze Rachel went over to her own, the few feet between her and the boys not nearly enough distance to make their crude comments inaudible.