Preparing for the auto show. We need a new model.

After the exhausting AIDS charity event and the orgies that followed in the stadium, Susi and Silke were completely spent. Mia, Jan, and Lisa were in agreement: the two of them were out of commission for the time being. They urgently needed a new face—fresh, pretty, innocent, and ideally free of charge.

While they were still sitting together, puzzled and tossing ideas back and forth, the door suddenly opened. Jan’s new intern stepped inside.

She was stunning. Long, straight brown hair, large doe-brown eyes, delicate facial features, and a natural shyness that was immediately noticeable. With slightly flushed cheeks, she placed a small stack of documents on Jan’s desk.

“Here are the revised social media concepts, Mr. … Jan” she said softly, almost too softly. As she turned and walked back out, Lisa’s gaze immediately fell on her tight but modest skirt and narrow waist. The moment the door closed, Lisa spun around to face Jan. “Who was that?”

Jan leaned back and sighed. “Anna. Marketing student, second semester. She was **** to gain practical experience at an agency and reached out to me. She’s been here for two weeks.”

Mia and Lisa exchanged a look. A dangerous, hungry glint sparkled in their eyes. “She’s perfect,” Lisa whispered almost reverently.

Jan laughed dryly and shook his head. “That’ll never work. She’s way too shy. She already told me she absolutely refuses to go in front of the camera. Not even for harmless photos. She only wants to work behind the scenes—writing texts, creating concepts, that sort of thing.”

Lisa smiled slowly, almost diabolically. “That’s exactly why she’s perfect, Jan. Fresh from the village, untouched, with that innocent look… the viewers are going to lose their minds.”

Mia was still leaning against the door with her back, smiling mischievously. “Then we’ll just have to convince her. Does she already have a contract or anything?”

Jan shook his head. “Just a loose internship agreement. No liability clauses, nothing binding. She’s basically still on probation.”

“Perfect,” said Lisa, quietly clapping her hands. “Then here’s what we’ll do…”

The next day, the entire studio was in complete uproar. Jan had quickly organized a clothing shoot for Lisa and Mia — supposedly for a new client. The atmosphere was hectic: spotlights were being pushed back and forth, clothing racks rolled across the room, and accessories lay scattered everywhere.

Anna was roped in from the very beginning.

“Anna, help Lisa change!”

“Anna, grab the other shoes!”

“Anna, hold the reflector higher!”

“Anna, quick — the coffee’s getting cold!”

She spent the entire morning running back and forth, red-faced, sweat on her forehead, but bravely trying to do everything right. Jan had set up the expensive photography equipment in the middle of the room and had explicitly warned her:

“Anna, stay on the outside. Don’t touch the tripods and don’t come into the middle. That equipment is insanely expensive.”

But Mia and Lisa showed no mercy. They deliberately overwhelmed her — with contradictory instructions, snide little comments (“Are you always this slow?”), and by sending her into tight corners on purpose. Anna grew more and more nervous and stressed.

At some point, when Mia and Lisa called her at the same time again, she saw no other way. She took the shortcut through the middle of the studio.

It happened in seconds.

Her foot caught on a cable. She stumbled, flailed her arms — and in doing so knocked over the small side table where the main camera stood. The expensive Canon with the €10,000 lens crashed onto the hard concrete floor with a sickening sound. The lens shattered, and the body got a deep crack.

Silence.

Then Jan exploded.

“Anna! What the hell have you done?!”

He stormed toward her. Anna stood there frozen, hands over her mouth, tears instantly shooting into her eyes.

“I… I just wanted to… I’m so sorry…” she stammered with a trembling voice.

Jan tore into her: “Do you have any idea what that camera costs?! Ten thousand euros! How are you going to pay for that?! I told you specifically not to touch anything here!”

Anna broke down in tears. Her shoulders shook; she could barely speak anymore.

At that moment, Lisa and Mia stepped in — suddenly playing the role of the kind, understanding big sisters.

“Jan, calm down,” Mia said gently, positioning herself protectively in front of Anna. “It was an accident. She’s been running around like crazy for us all day.”

Lisa put an arm around Anna’s shoulders and stroked her back soothingly. “She’s still totally new. Maybe we pushed her a bit too hard. That was our fault too.”

Jan breathed heavily, ran his hand through his hair, and tried to regain control. He was still furious, but the sight of the sobbing, completely broken Anna and the two women shielding her took the wind out of his sails.

“Still… the damage is done,” he said, noticeably calmer but still stern. “The camera is wrecked. I can’t just let that slide.”

He looked directly at Anna, who stood before him with puffy eyes and a runny nose.

“Anna… how are you going to pay for this?”

The young intern was trembling all over. She had no idea what to say. And that was exactly the moment Mia and Lisa had been waiting for.

Lisa and Mia immediately took Anna into their arms. Mia gently stroked her back, while Lisa wiped the tears from her cheeks with her thumb.

“Hey, hey… easy, sweetie,” Mia whispered soothingly. “Everything’s going to be fine. We’ll sort this out.”

Lisa nodded and smiled warmly. “We’ll donate our entire pay for today. That’s 250 euros each — 500 euros straight off the damage.”

Anna sniffled, still trembling all over. “Th… thank you… but there’s still 9,500 euros left…” she whispered with a choked voice.

Lisa looked deep into her eyes and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Listen… there’s one last shoot today. Nice bikinis, completely harmless. If you just join in, you’ll get an extra 100 euros. That would be a start, right?”

Anna hesitated. Her cheeks flushed bright red. “I… I don’t know… I really didn’t want to go in front of the camera…”

Mia was already wearing her bikini — a simple, elegant black design without any frills, with clean cuts that perfectly accentuated her body without looking cheap.

Lisa was slowly losing patience. Her tone grew a little sharper, even though she kept smiling. “You know, Anna… we’re really trying to help you. We’re donating all our money from today for you, and you won’t even do a simple, harmless bikini shoot? That’s a bit ungrateful, don’t you think?”

Anna immediately panicked. These two were the only ones protecting her from Jan’s anger right now. If she lost them too…

“N-no… I didn’t mean it like that!” she stammered quickly. “I… I’ll do it. I’ll join in.”

Lisa smiled, satisfied, and squeezed Anna’s shoulder. “Good girl.”

They brought Anna a beautiful red bikini — also simple and normally cut, without push-up or provocative details. It even fit relatively loosely, covering everything important and not constricting her. Anna looked down at herself. It felt almost like a normal beach bikini. Nothing bad… right?

A few minutes later, the three women stood in front of the camera.

Mia and Lisa in black bikinis, confident and relaxed. Anna in the red bikini, visibly nervous, arms slightly in front of her body, shoulders pulled up.

Jan had calmed down again and gave instructions. “Okay, girls. Just natural at first. Natural poses, light movements, smiles. Anna, you don’t have to be perfect — just go with it.”

The lights came on. The camera clicked.

At first, everything was still completely harmless. The three posed together, laughed, and exchanged glances. Anna tried bravely to keep up, even though her cheeks were burning and her hands trembled slightly.

But Mia and Lisa kept exchanging short, knowing looks.

The first step was done.

The red bikini was no coincidence. Jan had it specially made for shoots like this — the same one he had used to sign Lisa. It was made of a special, extremely expensive material precisely tuned to the narrow wavelength filter of the main camera. As soon as the camera ran in “Red-Suppression Mode” (a filter that only very few professional cameras had), the red fabric almost completely disappeared optically. In the photos, Anna looked as if she was standing stark naked between Mia and Lisa.

And that was exactly what made the images so incredibly valuable.

Two confident, experienced women in elegant black bikinis — and in their midst a shy, trembling, supposedly naked girl who had no idea.

The first normal photos were just the beginning.

Jan gave calm instructions: “Anna, arms down a bit… yes, exactly like that. Chest out, shoulders back. Good. Now look at Mia and Lisa…”

Anna obeyed bravely. She tried to smile, even though her legs were shaking slightly and she instinctively wanted to cross her arms over her breasts again and again. To her, the bikini felt completely normal. She could feel the fabric on her skin. As far as she was concerned, everything was covered.

But on the control monitor, it looked completely different.

On the display, Anna stood there naked. Her firm, natural breasts, her slightly flushed cheeks, her flat stomach, narrow waist, and the unshaven, innocent area between her legs — everything was clearly visible. Her shyness, the way she tried to make herself small, how she looked uncertainly from Mia to Lisa, made the shots downright hypnotic.

Mia and Lisa, of course, immediately noticed that the filter was active. They exchanged brief, triumphant glances while pulling Anna closer and closer.

“Come closer, sweetie,” Mia purred, wrapping an arm around Anna’s bare waist (which, in the image, of course looked completely exposed). “You’re doing great.”

Lisa positioned herself behind Anna from the other side, gently pressing her body against her and whispering in her ear: “See? It’s not so bad. You look beautiful.”

Anna grew redder and redder. She felt the closeness of the two women, heard their soft, gentle voices — and still believed she was wearing a completely normal bikini.

Jan slowly zoomed in. The camera clicked continuously.

Two dominant women in black. A naked, shy, completely innocent girl in the middle.

The first test shots were already worth their weight in gold.

And this was only the beginning.