As far as they instruct her to

Rachel watched her sister go with a sort of forlornness. Cecilia had more experience at modeling, and she was Rachel's inspiration. When it came to being firm Rachel was a wimp, tending to cave at the slightest demand.

"Okay, so risquee. Since you're already in a bikini let's go with that."

Rachel nodded, looking down at the fake beach. The guys on the side had swooped in at the first mention of bikinis, dumping sand and shells onto the platform and draping a fake ocean over the white board behind her. She looked down at the black bikini she wore and then to Bert.

She couldn't help but smirk at the name and it was as if he knew what she was smirking about.

"Hands up!" he barked. "No you idiot, not like you're under arrest, up behind your head. Look like you're stretching."

Rachel altered her stiff upright pose, arching her back even while pushing out her butt, her hands clasping above her head. Her face wore an expression of bliss, though it seemed to convey she was daydreaming of naughty things.

"Slowly change to hands behind your head. Good, now hands to your lower back like you're working out some kinks."

Rachel did as asked, lowering her hands without ceasing to jut out her breasts and butt. When she pressed on her back she let an almost orgasmic look cross her face, imaging that pleasure was appropriate for the scene.

Bert ran her through various poses, from pretending she had just hit a volleyball with an underhand volley, to lounging in the sand like she was sunbathing while covered in oil, to an 'oops, lost my top' scene, followed of course by 'darn, there goes my bottom too!'

The crowd on the sidelines made some appreciative moments during these scenes, causing Bert to stop and glare at them until they settled down. Rachel stayed in character throughout, freezing while Bert dealt with the problems, not wanting to draw his wrath anymore than she already did.

From covering herself up in these shots he made pose behind a spiky sand castle, looking down at it as if proud of herself, clasped hands just barely hiding her nipples while the top of the tower was just tall and wide enough to hide her bald pussy.

"Clear away the beach!" he yelled at the men, who eagerly went to the platform. Rachel, naked, wasn't sure where she was supposed to stand or what she should wear. Men crouched in front and behind her to clean the sand, making her flush a little.

When they started brushing sand off her skin, first with brushes and then bare hands she squirmed, looking towards Lana and Bert for guidance.