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The 20 minutes were up. Lisa stood in the sand, still wearing the bright red bikini that felt so wonderfully soft and comfortable against her skin. She ran her hands over the top and bottoms and smiled with relief. To her, everything looked and felt perfectly normal and modest.

Jan lowered the camera and nodded to Steve. “Right, that’s it. Time’s up.”

Steve stepped towards Lisa. “Lisa, I’d like to thank you properly once again. That was brilliant.” Lisa took a deep breath. A huge weight lifted from her shoulders. She was satisfied. “Thank you… that means a lot to me,” she said quietly, even managing a small smile.

At that very moment, a group of young men, in their mid-twenties, approached, mobile phones in hand. One of them stopped and stared at Lisa.

“Hey… aren’t you Lisa? Lisa from uni? From the marketing course?”

Lisa vaguely recognised one of the lads. She was in a good mood, felt safe and covered up in the bikini, and nodded friendly. “Yes, that’s me. Hi.”

“Wow! You look amazing! Can we take a few photos with you? Just a quick one, as a souvenir?”

After a brief nudge from her new manager, Lisa didn’t hesitate for a second. The bikini felt great; she was relieved that she’d done a good job. And she was in a really good mood. “Sure, why not,” she said cheerfully. “It’s a lovely day at the beach.”

Immediately, two more people joined them – a couple and a single man with a camera. Within a few minutes, seven or eight people were standing around her.

Jan stepped forward, smiling. “Hey everyone. I’d be happy to take the photos with my professional camera. The quality is much better than with a mobile phone. And afterwards, I’ll give you a link so Lisa can share the photos. Just a lovely keepsake.”

The people were thrilled. Nobody suspected a thing.

Lisa posed willingly. She felt comfortable; the red bikini fit perfectly and covered everything important for her. She laughed, made peace signs, stuck out her chest, turned sideways, put an arm around one of the lads, let herself be hugged from behind, squatted down and posed provocatively with her back arched. She even struck a pose where she slid her hands under her breasts and lifted them slightly – just like in the shoot before. It all felt harmless and fun.

Jan took photos with his camera and the special filter lens. In every picture he took, Lisa was completely naked: her full breasts with the stiff pink nipples, the blonde pubic hair, the slightly parted legs – all in that warm, elegant vintage look. The fans saw only a cheerful young woman in a red bikini. She herself could see nothing but the red bikini on the camera’s small viewfinder.

“One more group shot, everyone around Lisa!” Jan called out. “Lisa in the middle, arms around each other’s shoulders – yes, just like that!”

Lisa stood laughing amongst the crowd, chest out, bottom slightly stuck out, and smiled at the camera. She actually found it a bit exciting to be the centre of attention like that.

She had no idea that anyone who clicked on the link later would be able to see her stark naked – surrounded by fully clothed fans who were happily posing with her. Lisa waved cheerfully to the crowd as they slowly said their goodbyes. “It was lovely spending time with you all!”

She turned to Steve and Jan. “So? Are we done now?” “You were a real pro today,” Steve confirmed with a smile.