Amanda stretched as she got out of the water and walked to her lounge chair in the sand. Her one-piece was drenched top to bottom but she needed the swim with how stressful her week had been. Once again, she thanked herself for choosing an apartment near the beach.
What she wasn't thankful for, though, were the creeps. Like the two guys approaching her right now.
"Hello there! Had a nice swim?" the brown-haired one said.
"Uhhh, yeah, I guess," she replied, quickly packing her stuff.
"You looked pretty good out there."
"Thanks."
"Better than most of the women out here."
"Thanks. What do you want?" She didn't actually want to know but better to get it over and done with.
"Well, we just wanted to extend an offer," he laughed. "We saw how great you were in the water and we believe you're the perfect fit for our modelling shoot. We have a variety of swimwear that we would love for you to try out. Our theme: the skimpier, the better."
...what.
"We already have the swimsuits prepared so if you'd care to--"
"GOD NO!"
They both jumped at that. "Miss, please calm down. We don't mean any harm, you don't even have to--"
"YOU'RE DAMN RIGHT I DON'T! WHAT ON EARTH MAKES YOU THINK I'D MODEL FOR YOU?" No response. She turned to the blonde skinny one, who avoided her eyes. "And you! Do you really think this is appropriate??? Bothering random women going about their day!?"
"...no, ma'am."
"So why did you let him do it? Don't you have the spine to speak up for yourself?"
He looked like he was on the verge of tears. Brown-hair stepped in front of him. "Miss, leave my partner out of this, he just handles the cameras."
"Well, your 'partner' can find someone else to disturb because I've got better things to do."
And with that, she turned around back to her stuff, not even bothering to watch the two guys leave. The moment she heard their footsteps fade away, she sighed. In both relief and worry.
Even if they were creepy, she had shouted a little louder than she liked. Thankfully, it was early in the morning so not many people were around but imagine if there had been. The amount of people that would be staring... she shook her head to stop thinking about it. Clearly, she needed more R&R than she realised.
She wiped herself down with a towel and laid back on her chair. A few minutes in the shade should cool her down and then she could head back up to her flat and spend the rest of the evening on her comfy couch, watching TV.
A while passed and soon her eyes began to close. A little while more and she was fast asleep in her chair, completely unaware of the figures coming up from behind her. She barely had time to react when one of them yanked her mouth open and poured something inside.
She coughed and splattered but none of the liquid came out. She tried to scream but hardly a whisper left her throat and she was losing balance fast. Her body fell to the floor, gasping for air. Not that she could tell, because her vision started to darken.
Then she abruptly stood at attention. She didn't know why and she didn't register it. Nor did she register what the two men in front of her said. What she did register was her taking something off their hands and walking to the toilets before blacking out.
***
Amanda woke up with a bottle in her hands and a camera in her face. The man behind the camera was saying... something but her hearing hadn't fully come back and she was more focused on what she saw looking downwards.
For reference, she came to the beach wearing a modest green one-piece swimsuit. It covered a lot of skin to make sure most of her body stayed nice and dry in the ocean. Nothing sexy of course, but she didn't come here to be gawked at.
Apparently, that had gone out the window.
Right now, she was wearing a red triangle swimsuit that was barely held together by some strings tied at her back and around her neck. It showed more of her cleavage than most of her normal underwear. Looking further down, she wore a matching thong that covered her crotch and nothing else. It too was held together by strings, both tied at the sides in level with her belly button. At the back, the thong curved inwards at just the right height to cover neither of her cheeks.
That wasn't all. Her whole head felt strangely heavier than usual. Reaching her hands to the top of her head revealed the pair of sunglasses perched there. A bit weird but not as weird as the new hoop earrings she now wore. None of these were hers, what the hell?
Then she tasted strawberries. She couldn't figure out why until she licked her own lips.
...Lipstick? She didn't bring any with her, since she just wanted to swim. Where did she get lipstick from?
"Ma'am! Are you not hearing me?"
"...sorry, what..."
"Put the bottle down, turn around and smile!"
