a bikini shoot to start with...

Rachel stared around with dismay, realizing that not only were the clothes on her rack rather small in number, but they were also rather small in size. Being a bikini model this wasn't such a bad thing, but she realized there was no screen for her to hide behind, only the rack itself.

"Um, excuse me? Director?"

"Mr. Phillips is my name, and yes?" the harassed looking man asked.

"Well... where do I change?"

"Amateurs," he muttered, after staring at her for a full five seconds. "Are you a model?"

Rachel gulped and nodded.

"Are you a professional?"

Rachel nodded again.

"Then you should realize that we try to get things done quickly, and models are here to show off their body. A screen would add to the number of things we must transport and slow down the production."

Mr. Phillips turned away to bark at a couple of the guys who had retrieved cameras and were setting them up.

"Better get a move on, hotstuff," one of the guys said, making no bones about ogling her.

Grimacing, Rachel turned away, pulling off her little top, followed by the equally small skirt, hanging them on the rack in place of her first outfit. a powder blue bikini. Feeling in more familiar territory now she even managed to ignore the ribald comments the men made during and after her dressing. In fact, she had to restrain herself while adjusting the thong, so as to not rub herself inappropriately.

'Makeup!" the director yelled, pointing at her, and a skinny, bored looking woman came over. With amazing efficiency she removed the makeup Rachel had worn and replaced it with a professional look that managed to make her look like she wasn't wearing any, even while adding lustre to her skin and an extra sheen to her lips.

"Alright folks, we're going to see if we can do three quick shoots. bikinis to start."