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Delite toweled herself off wishing she could just walk off the set.

"One or two more shots and it's a wrap," Meryl said, walking toward her.

"You said that twelve shots ago," she protested from a seat without shade.

"Come on," he cajoled, hauling her from the beach chair. "On your feet. You have to pay me back for those puppies, right," he asked, training his squinty eyes on her chest.

She walked to the backdrop, cursing him silently, and struck a pose, thinking, This better be it, you smarmy snake.

Meryl snapped several shots ordering, "Shoulders back! Chest out! Smile!"

She glared holes through him, wishing she had been able to turn down this junket, and forced a frozen smile for the camera.

"You're not giving me what I need, Delite!"

"Meryl please," she begged, wondering if one more smile would fracture her face.

"I need, ‘Come fuck me in Hawaii!‘ I need..."

"Enough, Meryl," she cut him off.

"I need more, Delite! I need a brochure that says, ‘I'm a free whore! Come to Hawaii and I'll jack your junk!'"

Infuriated, she grabbed her shirt and yanked it down, nearly exposing her nipples.

"Excellent," he smiled haughtily, "That's better! Great!"

She barely had a white- knuckled grip on the last of her patience, and allowed herself some small amusement at his expense, thinking, ‘Excellent? Great?' So now you think you're a professional? I'm going to be a rich supermodel, and then I'll stomp you into the dirt, with the rest of the scumbags in the biz.

She pushed her toes into the sand, smiling coyly, imagining crushing him like a bug.

"We're losing daylight," He shouted, pointing at the crew beckoning them to move the set, "Okay! This is it! Let's do it! Lick your lips and show me that B.J. pout, Delite," Meryl ordered, turning back to her.

Delite turned it on one last time, as the sun sank behind her, and she prayed for an end to this grueling day. He moved in for a close shot, and she yanked her bikini bottom down, leaving precious little to the imagination.

With pearl-white teeth clenched, she talked herself through the shoot. He's a dick. No big. You'll work for lots in this business. Besides, she thought, this is just getting a start. This is the hard part, paying your dues.

Meryl stretched his thin lips into a lecherous smile saying, "Perfect! Now lean in and show me the goods, baby! Let's part those oldsters from their money!"

Delite leaned down as Meryl moved in again. He made her skin crawl, and she knew at this range, he wasn't shooting for the brochures anymore.

He took another step, and she lost her tenuous hold. With his face and the lens very nearly down her cleavage, she fisted the business end of the camera, and shoved the hardware back into his face.

"Ow! What the fuck? You don't act like a model who wants to get paid, Delite," he warned, wearing a smirk that made her want to spit nails.

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