The boys continue to behave, for the most part. Dammit!

Rachel moved into position with her nerves thrumming. Was it nerves or the excitement of modelling? Surely it didn't have anything to do with the grabby hands of her co-stars?

"Okay, there's no storyline to this, we're just selling the bikini with the idea that it gets a girl lots of attention. We'll be switching bikinis as we go along. A few solo shots first."

Rachel tried to settle down, to give a few serious shots, a few laughing ones, a few sultry. Unfortunately the director didn't seem satisfied with anything she did, and quickly moved them into the group shots with an irritated look on his face.

"Last time I use an amateur," she heard him mutter, and flushed.

With the guys gathered round she felt her nerves pick up again, and was overly conscious of chiseled bodies to every side of her. Boxers and speedo's all had large suspicious lumps in them when she looked - and she did, often.

Bodies pulled her to them from all angles. Where she touched them she felt a little zing, and felt her body respond. Nipples hardened, her pussy became, and something deep inside seemed to clench in an ache for something more.

The shoot became something of a blur. She'd start in one swimsuit, they'd take a few pictures with the guys crowding around, their hands roaming her body, but never groping when the picture could see.

In fact, the only groping was when they'd pull a swimsuit off and put the new one on, their fingers positioning the top just right but not quite touching her nipples. When their hands smoothed the fabric of the panties between her legs she had to fight against the urge to clench her thighs together to trap them, but the hands always left all-too-quickly, leaving her increasingly aroused. Bikini bottoms came off with conspicuous damp spots, bigger each time.

As the shoot continued the director gave more and more compliments, seemingly amazed by how much better she became as time went on.

"Terrific shots!" the director cried, signalling the end of the shoot, and Rachel stood in the center of the shooting-stage, lost. Hands pulled off the bikini and she didn't even think to object, either at the rubbing or the sudden nudity.

"Let's get on with the second set. Take the clothes away."