"It sounds great!" she said with false enthusiasm, handing him his drink and sitting down next to him. He opened the folder. Inside was a magazine devoted almost exclusively to beautiful women in swimsuits.

She leafed through the pages as Manuel sipped on his drink and watched her.

"When is the shoot?" she asked. "Tomorrow, for a week."

Uh oh.

She scanned the pages in dismay. The swimsuits were for the most part pretty skimpy. Many were of the tonga variety popular in South America, others had little more than g-strings for bottoms. There was a large section of lingerie, most of which was practically, if not entirely see through.

"Umm… Tomorrow?" she stammered.

"Yes, we'll go out to a warehouse on Long island. There are backdrops there that will make it appear you are in Hawaii or something.

"Will I… umm… be wearing these kinds of things?" she pointed at a buxom brunette wearing a nearly invisible teddy, that left nothing to the imagination.

He nodded. "Partly, as well as the suits." "Great! Great!" she gushed, trying to pretend excited, but imaging her pictures with everything hanging out, on display in the stationhouse. Then Manuel leaned closer, his arm going around her. He smiled, his eyes narrowing. "You will look wonderful and sexy." he breathed. His hand slid up and down her side, fingers siding lightly across the sides of her breasts.

"I… I don't know Manuel…" she murmured. His face nuzzled her throat, and he kissed her lightly. His other hand slid up the silken fabric of her leg towards her groin.

Before she could stop him his hand was between her slightly spread thighs, cupping her crotch through the thin fabric. A shot of electric heat shot up into her body, making her gasp in shock.

"M… Manuel!" she protested, her hand going down to his, trying to shove it away, her mind, already whirling through possible excuses to get her out of the photo shooting, now reeled from the sudden flaring heat in her loins.