Fun on South Beach Ch. 11
Keywords: Ch., 11, Beach, on, Fun, South,
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Emi had flown to Los Angeles several days before Angel's whirlwind trip to Puerto Rico, so she was a little surprised when Angel called her to say she was making the trip. Emi felt a little left out but she realized that the job she was in LA for was very important to her career.
The job had been arranged by Marcela Whitman, one of the rich ladies she had met at the fashion show in Palm Beach. Mrs. Whitman had flexed her considerable muscle in the modeling world and gotten Emi hired to model for a spread that was going to appear in a big men's magazine. As one of the companies Mrs. Whitman owned was the biggest advertiser in the magazine, she had quite a bit of clout which they indulged by letting her "direct" occasional photo shoots.
For this particular shoot, Emi knew that Mrs. Whitman had hired her and a model from the west coast, a girl named Natasha Lee. Emi knew a little about Natasha because she had begun to appear in some of the ads that Mrs. Whitman had control over that Angel and Emi were now following closely.
Natasha was a very beautiful Korean girl who looked to be about 20 or 21. She had long black hair that fell to just above her rear end. For an asian girl, Natasha was very Rubenesque, that is she had very womanly curves but still had a slender waist and legs. Emi had admired what she had seen of Natasha so far, in fact, she thought that Natasha was almost as beautiful as Angel.
Emi arrived at the studio early so she could look around and get comfortable with whoever was going to be on the set. It helped her to relax when she knew the shoot was going to involve some nudity. She was pleased to see that Natasha was already there and seemed to be doing the same thing. She wanted to introduce herself, but she took a moment to look at the set they were shooting on today.
To say it was pretty odd would be an understatement. It looked like a camp for Vikings from 1000 years ago. There were big fake boulders, a campfire, bearskins, spears, and other props of the same vein all around. Emi shook her head and then headed towards Natasha to say hello.
"Hi. Your Natasha, right? I'm Emi and I guess we'll be working together today," she said.
"Hi Emi. It's great to meet you. I've seen some of your stuff in print. It's very nice," Natasha replied.
"I've seen yours too! The ad you did for Siesta Tequila was fantastic!" Emi told her.
"Thanks. That was actually my first big shoot. I was lucky it turned out as it did." Natasha said. "Listen, I worked one other time for this Whitman lady and it was a little weird. It was like she tried to keep feeling me up the whole time. Have you ever worked for her?"
Emi thought quickly about how to answer.
"Well, um, not sure how to say this other than plain and simple. Mrs. Whitman is a lesbian. It's a long story, but a friend of mine and I worked this gig in Palm Beach that she was involved with. It was rather interesting to say the least."
Natasha was shaking her head.
"Shoulda known. The way she kept touching me and saying that she needed to adjust my clothes or to put powder on my breasts. It was a little unnerving."
Unknown to the 2 girls, Mrs. Whitman was standing across the room watching them. She lusted for Natasha and her lust was particularly strong after Natasha had resisted her prior advances. So Mrs. Whitman came up with a plan, a plan to seduce Natasha so that she could get her hands on the asian beauty's incredible body. She was going to use Emi to do it for her, though Emi would be none the wiser. Her plan was to direct the shoot in such a way so that Emi's beauty and touch would seduce Natasha even as they were shooting.
She walked across the room to greet the girls.
"Emi! Natasha! How wonderful to see you. I'm so glad that I was able to hire 2 of my 3 favorite girls for this shoot." Turning to Emi, she said, "Emi how is your dear girlfriend Angel?"
Natasha looked at Emi slightly surprised, waiting to hear her answer.
"Um, she's just fine Mrs. Whitman. She's actually in Puerto Rico right now."
"Yes, yes, yes. Well, I have much to do and you girls need to get in wardrobe."
"Mrs. Whitman, exactly what are we doing today? This set looks kinda weird," Natasha said.
"Well, it's a fantasy theme like those paperback books from the 70's that had the girls in danger on the covers. You know, where a girl is chained while a Conan-type battles to save her. Except, there is no Conan today. You two are going to be fighting each other."
Emi spoke first, "Fighting?"
"Well, make believe anyway. Oh, and Emi, you're going to be the winner," the woman told them.
She stepped over close to Natasha and took her by the hands, pulling her to her and kissing her on the cheek.
"And to the victor go the spoils," she added as she raised a hand to stroke Natasha's face.
Mrs. Whitman then dashed away after she pointed at the wardrobe area for them. The two girls headed off to get dressed.
"Okay, weirdness is setting in yet again," Natasha said.
"Tasha, don't let it bother you. She's pretty harmless." Emi replied as they headed to wardrobe.
The two girls were quiet for a few minutes as the wardrobe staff fitted them with their "Conan" outfits. Both of them wore heavy leather bra's that had metal emblems attached. There were leather armbands and legbands. There were leather skirts, very short, and very cut up the sides. There was "warpaint" to put dashes of bright color on them. Finally, there were helmets that came down across the top of their faces. It was really quite fantastic.
Just before the girls went back to the set, Natasha approached Emi.
"Can I ask a question?"
"Sure."
"Um, before, when Mrs. Whitman was talking, she said you had a girlfriend."
Emi smiled at her.
"Well, yeah, I guess that's pretty true. I have a friend that you've probably heard of. Angel Enriquez. She and I are very, very close. It's something that just kinda happened to us. I can't explain it. But, it just happened."
"Angel Enriquez is your girlfriend? That's incredible! Her picture is everywhere! Magazines, calendars, everywhere. And she is your girlfriend? I never would have thought that she was......"
Natasha caught herself just before she said something stupid.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to....uh....I was just surprised
Emi took her hand, "It's okay. I don't mind you asking. I can see how that might have got your curiosity."
As Emi held the asian beauties hand, Natasha didn't move. In fact, she was looking at her hand in Emi's, almost fascinated by it. Emi put her other hand over Natasha's and gave it a squeeze. Natasha then looked up and the 2 girls smiled at each other. Their connection was broken by the Mrs. Whitman's voice.
"Okay, we are ready for our two stars on the set. Ladies, if you please."
Natasha tried to withdraw her hand, but Emi held it for another second causing Tasha to look her in the eye one more time. They smiled again before Emi let Tasha go and they walked onto the set.
"Now ladies, the two of you are great Viking warriors. You are in a fierce and lengthy battle. Your swords will clash. Your helmets will fall. Even your leather outfits will be damaged and torn. And finally, we will have a winner who will immediately enjoy the spoils of battle," Mrs. Whitman told them quite enthusiastically.
Natasha looked at her somewhat increduously while Emi was smiling. She could see where this was going.
"Very well then, let's begin. Photographer?" she said as she clapped her hands.
The photographer barked out directions to the assistants who handed swords to the 2 girls. They were positioned on the set and the "battle" began. The girls were directed through many shots using swords, knives, axes, and clubs. As they went, various dabs of makeup were added to make them look dirty or bloody. Parts of their outfits were either cut or damaged in some way as if each girl had been struck by a weapon. Finally, Mrs. Whitman stepped in.
"Now girls, the battle has been long and hard fought. But now it is time that one of you begins to lose," she said as she went to Natasha and put her arm around the girl's slender waist. "My dear Natasha, I'm afraid that you will be the loser today. Dear Emi will defeat you and she will then enjoy her reward. So, for the next several shots, you will be beaten down, you will fall, you will lose your weapons, and Emi will stand over your defeated body."
The shoot resumed as Emi "knocked" Natasha down once, twice, and a third time. Natasha lost her sword the third time she fell and Emi stood over her, pointing her sword at Natasha's heaving chest. She let the blade rub over the leather that barely covered Natasha's breasts as the asian girl watched. Mrs. Whitman smiled to herself as she watched her plan coming to fruition. She stepped in again to prompt things along.
"Okay, we are now to the climax of our little story. Natasha, please position yourself on the floor at Emi's feet. Emi, take a fistfull of Tasha's hair and pull her head back. Yes, that's it. Now, shake your fist in her face. Good. Now Natasha, hold up a hand as if you give in, that you surrender. Good. Now Emi, you must enjoy the fruits of your victory."
Emi wanted to hear Mrs. Whitman say it, so she asked a question.
"Exactly what do you want me to do?"
"Why, I want you to strip her of course. She is your prize. Just do it slowly so that we get all the pics we can."
Emi turned back to look at Natasha who had a nervous look on her face.
"Don't worry Tasha, it's all an act," Emi said reassuringly.
Emi moved around behind the asian beauty and crouched down. She wrapped her hands around the girl's waist and hugged her as she kissed Tasha's cheek. Tasha was doing a good job looking scared because that's exactly what she was feeling, but somehow, she was also excited. Emi was a very pretty girl and seemed very sweet. Natasha had taken an instant liking to her when they had met earlier. Now that they had worked their way through this shoot and now that she was going to be "helpless" in Emi's hands, she felt slightly aroused.
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Keywords: Ch., 11, Beach, on, Fun, South,