The Shoot

Breaking through a cloud the scenery below is once again visible, the clear blue water and now and again a little piece of green, as in a chain small, seemingly uninhabited, islands spread through the ocean. The rumbling of the engines, one under each of the wings, fill the interior of the seaplane. Apart from yourself and your client the two pilots in the cockpit is the only other persons onboard.

Being the junior employee at the agency most of the assignments that find its way to your desk are those that your coworkers wouldn’t touch, and mostly the dreariest tasks available, but this one was different. You’re escorting one of the agency’s clients to a photo shoot to look after her and assist her in anything if needed, while still being a bit of a **** assignment getting to spend a weekend on a tropical island with one of the sexiest celebs around made it all worth it.

The other guys at the office had teased you about it all before you left, and it was clear that they were somewhat envious of you going, but with all of them being married or in serious relationships, and some with children, leaving for several days for such a low key assignment, just to ogle another woman, wouldn’t be popular with the missus. ‘My luck I guess,’ the though brings a smile to your face.

After several hours on a plane you arrived to the main island of this group and found the seaplane operators you’d made arrangements with and prepared for your clients arrival. After getting the client and her surprisingly large amount of luggage onboard, the shoot was planned to only last a couple of days, you set off.

“We’re coming up to the island now… up on your right!” one of the pilots brings you back to present.

Sending him a quick thumbs up, you look to the right, seeing your destination below as the plane makes its approach, circling the island. The shape of the island creates a small cove, with a beautiful sandy beach, a few small huts are located onto the beach and a pontoon causeway leads into the small bay. The 150 feet yacht that the crew arrived on is moored in the bay, and they’ve unloaded most equipment onto the beach.

“Wow… looks beautiful, right?” you client ask, leaning in behind you to catch a glimpse of the island, her question and her delightful perfume catching you a little off guard as you were a lost in your own thoughts.