Yes

“Uh, sure, of course we can help you,” Rick said. He and Dave looked at each other and smirked.

“That would be great,” she said. “I’m so sorry I’m dressed like this.... I was doing a photo shoot and...”

Dave cut her off. “A photo shoot? Are you a model or something?”

“Well, actually, yes,” she said. “I know you,” said Rick quickly. “You are Wendy Fiore.” Wendy was surprised and relieved to have found someone who was familiar with her. “Really?” She said. “How do you know me?” Rick laughed. “Well, honestly,” he said. “I’m a fan of .... large breasted women and if you don’t mind me saying so, you have the best tits on the internet.” “Well, you are getting a good show now, I guess, aren’t you,” said Wendy. She was forcing herself to smile, but felt very uncomfortable. This was nothing like posing for a photographer. There was no one around except these two guys. No one would hear her if she yelled. And she was standing here practically naked.

“How about this,” said Dave. “Why don’t you come surfing with us? Then we’ll get you back to town.”

“I don’t have anything to wear,” said Wendy. “I can’t surf topless.”

Rick dug through his backpack and pulled out a very thin white tank top. “Here,” he said, throwing it at her. “Put this on.”

“Guys,” she said, eyeing the top. “I can’t wear this. It will be transparent.”

“That’s the idea,” said Rick. “You want our help, you wear that with us in the water and surf with us.” Wendy paused, thinking. What choice did she have? “You’ll see everything,” she said.

“Look,” said Rick. “There’s no point in beating around the bush. We’ll help you but we want to surf and we want to see those massive tits of yours. We help you; you give us what we want. So what’s it going to be?”