First, a photoshoot.

The saucy blonde Aussie swung her hips as she made her way across the smooth floorboards of the surfside resort hotel's wooden observation deck. As usual, Robyn padded barefoot, the way she felt most comfortable. She waved to well-wishers and smiled a big toothsome grin to other folks who congratulated her on her wins today in the bikini contest and the amateur surf competition as she passed them by on her way to meet her best friend Emma. The only other way she may have felt more comfortable was if there was warm fine sand squishing between her toes. But there would be plenty of time for that, as she had just cashed in her voucher for a free overnight stay here. The desk-clerk even gave her a room upgrade when he learned of her and her roomies earlier win at the 'Toohey's Beach Bash Bikini Blowout'. Robyn headed quickly for the other end of the deck where her surf buddy awaited her arrival.

She saw the hourglass figure of her friend ahead of her, leaning against the sturdy wooden rail. It was then she realized another time she felt most comfortable and at ease. It was when she was in the company of her seeming life-long friend, Emma. Opposites did seem to attract. Robyn thought herself thin, tomboyish, with uncontrollable sun-bleached hair and she hadn't had a lot of luck with the guys she did find an interest in. Emma she found more glamorous, outgoing and always seemed to find a man, no matter where their travels brought them. The brunette's voluptuous curves and lustrous mane were enviable as well.

Robyn pouted a little when she saw she would seem to have a little competition for Emma's attention. Two hunky guys were now on either side of her at the rail. The petite blonde tried a more casual gait as she picked her way through the numerous tables with beach umbrellas with the beer sponsor's logos. Toohey's pennants fluttered in the trade winds a few feet above her as she approached Emma from behind.

Robyn grabbed a cold bottle of the sponsor's product from a nearby waiter's round tray with a smile before she insinuated herself between Emma and the dark-haired man to her friend's left.

"Everything's set for tonight, Ems!" The diminutive blonde with the buff little bod told her friend as she waved the cardkey at her.

Emma turned to Robyn, looked at the credit card sized piece of plastic dangling from a lanyard Robyn had around her neck. "Super, Robs!" Emma's full, wide lips parted in a toothy smile. She gestured to the men on either side of her. "This is Barry," the brunette gestured to the dark-haired man behind Robyn, "and this is Larry," Emma pointed to the tanned and blond gent on her right.

Robyn smiled perfunctorily at each. Her concerns eased as she noticed they had 'Tooheys' logos on the left breast of their tan polo shirts.

"In case you didn't notice, these gentlemen are from our bikini contest benefactors," Emma informed her surf buddy, tilting her head towards her, trying to warn her with her eyes to behave.

"Hello, Robyn. So nice to finally meet you," smiled Barry back as he offered his hand.

"Yes, we were watching you from here in your surf comp, you are as talented as you are lovely," complimented Larry as he came around Emma to join his partner.

Despite her reservations about the two, Robyn smiled back at them both, blushing. "Well, thank you. Though I'm nowhere near as good on a board as those guys!" She pointed to the male pro surfers, just assembling at water's edge.

"Oh, I think you're too modest," replied Larry with a reassuring smile. He shifted the camera equipment he had over his back to his side. "Now, we know you both are here to watch the pro comp, so we don't want to waste any more of your time. We would just like a few more publicity pics of our bikini contest winners in a more controlled atmosphere. You were a little busy earlier," he gestured towards Robyn, "or we would've gotten this out of the way sooner. It will be an added bonus to have you still in your winning outfits."

"I guess you won't be needing this just now, then, Robs?" Emma smiled as she pulled the blonde's little low rider shorts from her beach bag.

"Er? guess not," said Robyn, flushing again as she realized, in all her exuberance, that she'd been parading the hotel grounds in her little thong bikini.

"We'd love to," said Emma, taking the lead. "Where would you like to take them?"

"We have a little display just to the rear of the hospitality. If you wouldn't mind accompanying us?" Larry asked, charmingly, as he held out an arm for Robyn to take hold of.

Robyn flushed an even deeper red as she did so, not used to being treated this way. Barry wrapped an arm around Emma's shoulder and they were ushered through the increasing crowd.

In a relatively quiet area, sheltered by a few potted palms, was a two meter wide plastic wading pool, filled with sand. A couple small sand castles were scattered around the pool's inner perimeter. In the middle stood a tall plastic replica of a Toohey's bottle, illuminated from within and tilted slightly as it sat slightly submerged in the sand.

The bikini-clad beauties approached the display. The bottle's cap was a head higher than even Emma.

"Bet even you couldn't finish this one, Ems!" giggled Robyn as she ran her hand over the bottle's slick surface.

"Stop it, Rob!" cried Emma, playfully whacking her friend upside the head. "You make me sound like a lush!"

"Nothing wrong with having models that peruse the product!" Barry said playfully.

"Okay ladies," Larry said as he pulled his camera equipment into place. " I think you get the idea here. Each of you take a side and pose with the bottle. You both seem to be naturals. Have fun with it!" he said as he watched each girl step into the sandbox.

Larry clicked frames off as the friends posed and preened before the camera as Barry made notes on his Palm Pilot and offered suggestions. Neither man could believe the naturalness of these two together before the camera. So different in appearance, yet so alike in their sex appeal.

Emma was to the left of the bottle, vamping for all she was worth, caressing the bottleneck at times so sensually. Her lightly tanned curves seemed to be barely contained in her abbreviated version of a wetsuit, the black and yellow neoprene contrasting so nicely with her soft skin.

Robyn was to the right of the tall bottle. It towered even higher above the petite miss. Even though she had that lion's mane of soft platinum hair surrounding that baby face, her body showed the discipline and definition of a serious athlete. She looked like she had just stepped out of one of those cable television aerobics shows, her tightly muscled body glistening in the teeny flowered thong bikini colored in aqua and white.

The shoot came to an end with the infamous booty shot as they both looked over their shoulders as their lovely bottoms faced the camera.

Moments later, the girls were filling out the requisite paperwork with Barry when Larry approached them both. "I know you'll probably think this is a line, but Barry and I both think you would be great to use in some print ads Toohey's has planned. You know, dress you in identical suits, some of the same type of poses? what do you think?"

Both Robyn and Emma saw each other's jaws drop when they heard this. After gaining her composure, Emma spoke. "You are kidding, right? Just like that? We kind of travel around a lot."

Larry smiled reassuringly. "That is part of what they pay us for, to be on the lookout for new talent. I'm not trying to make this sound like a full-time gig, you'll just do something like you did here for a day or two maybe.."

"What do you say?" asked Barry, looking at Emma, then to Robyn.

"I don't know, it's all so sudden.." Robyn said, shaking her head.

"Listen, you don't have to decide now, we'll be here overnight, as apparently you are," Barry was reminded by the cardkey Robyn put back around her neck. "Enjoy the competition, relax... you are coming to the after-party later?"

Both stared blankly at him.

"Well, that must have been an oversight," Barry said as he opened his briefcase and sorted through the pocket inside. He handed the girls each a silvery invitation with the 'Billabong' logo on it. "The surf wear company has a little party at the beach level patio below us after the comp. You can meet all the pros there as well. The surf mag staffers are usually there too. I'm sure they would want to cover your win." Barry said to Robyn. He watched as the girls let it all sink in. "We'll be there as well as a co-sponsor, so if you make up your mind by then.."

"No pressure!" said Larry as he took Robyn under his wing again. "Now how 'bout we watch some surfing?"

The four headed back to their place on the observation deck.