In 'Makeshift Model', you attend your photoshoot at the beach.  How long can you put up with the oggling eyes and strange sensations before you lose your mind?

This a sequel to Minty Money


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Story Text:


"This isn't so bad…" You tell yourself as you model for the cameras. You strut your body, pushing your chest outward while keeping a wide, girlish smile on your face. You're only a fox girl in the photo shoot, so you're in high demand. Quick, easy, anonymous money-- just as you were promised. Besides, you're in a sexy red bikini at the beach; what could possibly go wrong? It's just a typical beach shoot where you look sexy and play around in the sand.

"Alright, Bikini off." The photographer calls out.

Your ears perk up as you stare at him in horror, frozen in place like a deer in headlights.

"I'm not going to repeat myself," he demands impatiently.

Hearing the frustration in his voice, you shuffle awkwardly, trying to avoid the inevitable. You're already here; you know you need to finish the job you started. 'Easy, anonymous money... No one will know it's me-- they'll just be seeing some random girl's naked body,' you convince yourself. Closing your eyes tightly, you undo the ties of your red bikini top with trembling hands, briefly hesitating before tossing it to the side. Your heart races as you stare down at this foreign body of yours. Such soft, flawless skin with bouncy breasts and rosy, pink nipples. You start to relax, feeling a slight sense of empowerment from the way the recording staff eyes you like a goddess. Leaning forward, you press your breasts together to give the photographer a good shot.

Your confidence grows and wanes in periodic bouts of uncertainty. Even if nobody would know, you would never forget this experience. Leaning forward further, your knees tremble, your nerves nearly getting the better of you as your ears fold down. The worst part about all of this is the fact you have to stare at this tantalizing, beautiful body, one you piloted and felt every sensation of, and you're entirely unable to satisfy your curiosities. What of that strange tingle between your thighs? That wetness and emptiness. In the summer heat, sweat beads and glistens on your supple, feminine form, rolling down your perky breasts.

The longer the shoot goes, the more you find yourself growing more and more aroused. With each camera flash, your tits and loins throb with need, begging you to find some alone time for self-exploration. You bounce your breast, sway your hips, and giggle adorably, doing everything asked of you. Near the end of the photo shoot, curiosity overcomes reason and the flash of the cameras. You cup your breasts, pinching your nipples as a slight moan escapes your lips. "Aah…" The throbbing desire growing between your thighs has grown unbearable, but the photographer was more than happy to get these bonus shots.

Once you're done for the day, you quickly depart and pull an oversized shirt over your body while a cab driver takes you to your hotel. Upon entering your room, a wide grin spreads across your face as the honeypot betwixt your thighs burns with need. 'A little unpaid overtime never hurt anyone,' you muse as you begin to strip and gleefully muse over your self-exploration plans for the night.