Do a bunch of embarrassing poses

Ann was frozen in shame, standing there with nothing but twine covering her woman bits. She felt humiliated as the men around her gave her lewd looks.

“She’s smoking hot in that thing!”

“Her tits are so sexy looking!”

“That ass is to die for!”

Ann tried to cover her exposed skin the best she could, but with how little her outfit covered, she’d might as well be naked at this point.

“Please head back on up to the stage, Takamaki-san, we have many different poses for you to do in this outfit.”

Ann wanted to object, but alas she didn’t have the courage in her state of dress. All she could do was turn around and walk onto set. As she walked, her ass and breasts jiggled freely with each step, which Ann was painfully aware of. It reminded her of her old phantom thief outfit, with how unrestricted her assets were underneath her costume. What she would give to wear that over this sad excuse for a bikini. At least she was fully covered in her Panther suit.

As Ann got onto stage, the entire atmosphere of the shoot changed. The crew around her looked lascivious, including Kashiwagi who had a lustful smirk on his face, taking in every last inch of Ann’s exposed skin. The lights in front of Ann felt brighter, and noticeably warmer against her bare body. Her heart was beating faster than ever before as she stood there, helpless to fight against this sinister photo shoot.

“Okay, for your first pose, we need you to grab your breasts, really squeeze them between your fingers. Oh and make sure to cover your nipples. We’d hate to censor you in our magazine.” Kashiwagi demanded.

“What?!” Ann exclaimed in shock. “That’s hardly even a pose! Y-You just want to see me grab my own tits!”

“I’m sorry, that’s what the publishers requested. I have no control over what poses they want you to do.”

“Bastard…” Ann whispered under her breath.

Her hands shook as she went to grab her bare chest. She wondered why such a popular magazine was asking her to do such embarrassingly lewd things, but honestly, she didn’t even want to know at this point.

Ann felt a jolt of electricity as she grabbed her breasts, surprising the blonde as the jolt spread across her nervous system, from the tip of her nipples to her toes. It felt, alluring, not too dissimilar to her girlfriend touching her breasts.

“Now’s not the time to get horny, Ann! These freaks don’t deserve it!”

Ann began to slowly squeeze and knead at her own breasts, rubbing her fingers into her soft, pale flesh. Ann pretended that she was simply squeezing two stress balls, two very large and stimulating stress balls. She hated every second of it, as she heard the men cheering as she touched her tits all over.

“That’s great, Takamaki-san!” Kashiwagi said as he took picture after picture. With each flash Ann’s willpower weakened.

“Okay, okay! Now bend over and shake your butt at the camera. Really bend forward so we can see everything.” Kashiwagi said, sounding more **** than before.

“Seriously?! Is this even a photoshoot anymore?” Ann asked. Her face was scrunched up in rage after hearing Kashiwagi’s vulgar request.”

“Come on, you want to be famous, don’t you?”

That line shot Ann straight through her heart. She’d heard that from many other men in her lifetime, but none did it with such vitriolic disgust like him.

Ann was past embarrassment anymore, she was angry, and with that anger comes pettiness.

So, she did what Kashiwagi asked of her, bending over and arching her back to give him the best view of her ass she could. The slingshot bikini rode up her pussy and ass crack so much, that nothing was covered. Her lips and butthole were fully exposed, but Ann didn’t care at this point, she wanted to prove something to Kashiwagi.

Ann shook her cheeks violently, practically twerking in front of Kashiwagi like a stripper. Ann should feel humiliated, ashamed of herself for turning into a sex object in a matter of minutes, but Ann felt a raging fire in her heart she hadn’t felt since her phantom thief years.

“Yes! Yes! Shake it more! Smack that ass, Takamaki-san!” Kashiwagi exclaimed.

“If you say so~” Ann replied.

Slowly, Ann shimmied her way closer to Kashiwagi and his camera, occasionally slapping her own ass cheeks in an attempt to distract the perverted photographer.

“You like this, don’t ya, Kashiwagi-san?” Ann asked in a cutesy, dumb sounding voice. She wanted him to believe she was just some bimbo, shamelessly exposing herself to him like she was none the wiser.

“I love it! Keep going!” Kashiwagi admitted. The facade was slowly slipping away, exposing his true self underneath a mask of professionalism.

Ann peaked over her shoulder and saw an obvious bulge in Kashiwagi’s designer pants. Of course he was getting off to this, and Ann couldn’t be more pleased. She had him hypnotized by her ass, so locked in on her butt cheeks clapping together that he didn’t notice her slowly moving closer and closer.

Ann was thrilled, as she had him in the palm of her hands, exactly as she wanted.