"Isn't she an absolute stunner?" Kevin had exclaimed to nobody in particular. His beer was in danger of spilling as he staggered to the side in an attempt to get a better view. He was trying to see if one or both ample breasts would spring out as Suzanne bopped energetically on the dance floor just metres away. Emily looked at him ogling their guest in disgust. In six years of marriage, especially in his drunkest moments, her lousy husband had never been able to keep his comments on any pretty girl's looks to himself.
Behind him, Emily decided to say nothing though. After all, he had unknowingly echoed her own thoughts barely seconds ago. Her own eyes too had been trained on the well-toned muscles of Suzanne's long bare legs and arms as she danced about. There was poetry in the way her hands moved through the air, sensually roamed her body, or ran through her long tawny hair. Occasionally, the dim lights would highlight a raw, uninhibited expression on the breathtakingly lovely face while she shook her carefree head about.
Over Kevin's shoulder, she watched Suzanne take hold of the waist of the latest girl she was currently on the floor with and spoon her long body into her back as they danced. Without missing a beat, they kept dancing as though united, dazzling nearly every onlooker.
This had all started as a quiet night out, meant to welcome the new girl to the big city. They had arrived at the club with Suzanne three hours ago for a nice meal at the bistro. She had agreed to stay overnight with them before she and Emily caught their early flight tomorrow. At the end of the meal, Suzanne had suggested that they stay for a while and mingle with the Saturday night dance crowd in the adjoining auditorium. Having danced both husband and wife to a state of exhaustion, she had spent the past half hour dancing with a variety of attractive male and female partners on the dance floor while her hosts and an increasing band of admirers appreciatively watched on.
"She has a fantastic figure, all right," a fascinated Emily muttered, deliberately hiding her words in the noise of the house band.
"Had Beth ever worked with her before?" Kevin quizzed loudly back, beer waving about. Collar undone and tie askew, he was beginning to slur and look decidedly grubby.
"Nope. She heard about her through another photographer," Emily leaned forward and half-shouted in his ear, exchanging another lingering smile with the impetuous girl.
"She may be eight years younger, but you two seem to get on like a house on fire," he yelled into her ear.
He may be drunk, she thought, but he wasn't blind. And his observation was all the more amazing considering the two young women had met for the first time yesterday when Suzanne came in to audition at the last minute with Beth for the Hamilton Island campaign.
Unsteady, Kevin leered at the oblivious Suzanne. "Jeez, I'd love to have her naked in bed with me tonight," came his loud uncouth comment. "She's hot."
"Kevin, think about me. You're in public!" Emily's fiercely indignant response flew back.
"You look hot too in that dress, you know," he stammered, turning and groggily offering his usual lame attempt at an apology.
She looked down her front. The dress was Suzanne's choice. She had seen what Emily was originally going to wear on her bed, dragged her back into her wardrobe and made her swap it for the proverbial little black dress. One that hadn't seen the light of day for quite a few years.
As Beth's assistant photographer, she and Suzanne would be landing at noon tomorrow on Hamilton Island to liaise with Beth and the other crew already there for the shoot. Having got on so well over dinner tonight, she and Suzanne had enthusiastically agreed to share a cabana together near the beach and Emily had sent a text to Beth.
Only yesterday morning, she had been laying out Suzanne's portfolio on the large table as Beth interviewed her nearby. Idly flicking through, what had captured her imagination was a two-girl series at the very end. In it, Suzanne was dressed in a short, loosely tied royal blue bath robe that accentuated her figure and legs, rich red lipstick on her lips.
The other girl in the brief two piece outfit was very pretty too. A certain timid look on her face though told Emily this was probably her first time in lingerie in front of a camera.
The initial photos were a few head and shoulder shots with Suzanne's face just behind the other girl's neck, hand cupping her shoulder, whispering into her ear, seemingly trying to get her to relax. Then followed a couple of shots of her nibbling on the girl's lobe and them both laughing.
In the next two pages they had progressed to upper body shots with Suzanne still pressed up against her back, her lips nuzzling the girl's long neck and tongue playfully licking her ear. The laughing evident on both faces suggesting Suzanne was alternately teasing, joking, assuring, imploring, or flattering her partner.
There was a look of anxiety on the girl's face in the last few shots however, glancing back as though things were getting a little out of hand. The cause didn't seem to be Suzanne's lips burying into the side of her long neck. It seemed more linked to two sets of presumptuous fingertips lowering her pink boob-tube top. Her shapely breasts bared, the girl's eyes were looking back across her shoulder into Suzanne's eyes, pleading. Within two shots though, the fright was evaporating, replaced by a look of submission as the deep neck kissing persisted. The final front-on shots showed almost a look of mesmerised enjoyment with the girl standing before Suzanne front-on, eyes closed. She was now oblivious to the photographer, the one visible nipple urgently stretched out as Suzanne's long tongue swiped up the canyon between her young breasts.
"I know the photographer," she heard Beth ask Suzanne when she too started leafing through the shots. "It was Benny in fact who recommended you to me. Who's the other model though?"
"June's not a model. She's my youngest brother's new girlfriend," came the blasé reply. "I conned her into posing with me at very short notice."
Beth and Emily had exchanged a glance at that point. Emily knew Beth too was wondering about the last three shots. They were extreme close-ups of Suzanne's lips butterfly-kissing the tip of the excited nipple, the imprint of lipstick marks all around it on the young goose-bumped breast.
There was no competition really when Beth and the panel sat down to review all of the candidates. Suzanne was unanimously chosen as the model for the Hamilton Island tourism campaign. She had the stunning hourglass figure, spoke well, and had loads of personality and presence both on- and off-camera. It was then that Emily had suggested that Kevin and she would show her a little of the city by taking her out for the meal.
"I think I've had too much to drink," Kevin slurred, interrupting her thoughts. "Would you mind if I went home?"
Emily took her shoes off, picked up the other pair from under their seats nearby and swapped them for the empty beer glass in his hand.
"Can you take these home with you without losing them?" she asked. "We'll do without like everyone else here seems to be doing. I've set up her bed in the guest room so you can leave hers there. Take a taxi. We'll grab the car. We shouldn't be too much later."
