She gets a bright red bikini

During the shoot: The assistant fetched a small black bag and pulled out a bright red bikini. The top was a classic triangle style with medium-sized fabric triangles; the straps were narrow but sturdy. The bottoms were a standard cut – not too skimpy, but sexy. In terms of shape, they were absolutely normal, nothing ****. The fabric was soft, shiny and felt expensive.

Lisa quickly slipped into the new bikini. Once the top was in place and the bottoms sat just right, she breathed a sigh of relief. The fabric clung to her skin, feeling wonderfully cool and comfortable. The triangles covered her breasts completely; the bottoms sat snugly and covered everything that mattered to her. She ran both hands over the red fabric and even smiled slightly.

“It feels really great,” she said quietly, almost surprised. Steve, the manager, grinned. “See? I told you so. And now pose like a real model.”

Lisa felt confident. The bikini covered everything she could see. No see-through, no slipping parts, nothing. She was convinced she was completely covered. A sense of pride welled up inside her – she was going to show them just how well she could pose.

Jan raised the camera. No one had told Lisa that he’d secretly screwed on the special filter lens – a high-priced specialist lens with a customised image sensor that filtered out precisely the wavelength of the bright red bikini fabric. The photos are saved in RAW format so they can be edited. With the filter, the red fabric would simply vanish. The images would take on a slight vintage look, warm, somewhat sepia-like – and Lisa would look as if she were stark naked because all other colour wavelengths pass through the bikini unhindered. You might remember this from your school exercise books, where you needed a red card to reveal the answer because the text was covered in red patterns. Theoretically, the same thing works with an infrared camera.

“Here we go!” called Jan. “Hands behind your head, chest out, smile!”

Lisa obeyed immediately. She stretched her arms up, arched her back and pushed her full breasts forward. Thinking the top would hold everything in place, she struck the pose extra strongly – her breasts bounced heavily, her nipples pressed clearly against the fabric, though she didn’t see that as a problem.

“Very good! Now down on your knees, bum out, upper body low!”

She immediately got down on all fours, stuck her bum up and arched her back. The bikini fit perfectly, she thought. No slipping, no exposure. She felt sexy and confident.

“Now lie on your back, legs slightly apart, hands above your head!”

Lisa lay down, spreading her legs wider than necessary and stretching her arms behind her. Her breasts lay heavy and round on her chest; the bottoms fit just right. She even smiled at the camera – relaxed, almost revelling in it.

Jan kept snapping away. On his screen, he saw Lisa completely naked: the pink nipples, the blonde pubic hair, the slightly parted labia – everything clear and distinct, with just a lovely warm vintage filter over it. Steve looked at the screen too and grinned broadly.

“Go on, Lisa! Roll onto your stomach, bum up, legs apart – like a real beach queen!”

She rolled over, lifted her bum and spread her legs. The bikini still felt perfect. She didn’t notice a thing. Instead, she grew bolder: she swayed her hips, stuck her bum out extra, ran a hand through her hair and cast Jan lascivious glances.

“Perfect! Now stand up, hands under your breasts and push them up – show how proud you are of your body!”

Lisa stood up, cupped her own breasts from below and pressed them together so that her cleavage became deep and rounded. She slowly turned on the spot, took a few steps in the sand, posed from the side, from behind, then facing forward again. Each pose became more revealing because she felt completely confident.

By now, there were more people watching on the beach. They saw only a young woman in a red bikini posing very provocatively. But on Jan’s camera, she was naked. Completely naked. And the photos still looked classy and vintage – just like professional nude shots.

Steve stepped quietly up beside Jan and whispered: “She hasn’t a clue. She thinks she’s dressed like a proper model. Keep it up.”

Jan nodded and called out loudly: “One more round, Lisa! Really sexy this time – you’re doing a great job!”

Lisa even laughed briefly because she felt so comfortable. She squatted down, spread her legs wide, tilted her head back and let her breasts push upwards. The red bikini sat perfectly against her skin. She felt covered, sexy and strong.