The limo carries Brooke and Debbie out of town. Andre drives for nearly an hour until they finally arrive at a secluded area of beachfront. He pulls out his cellphone and makes a quick call.
Finally, the limo comes to a stop next to a big van. Its side door is open and three black men lounge in the doorway. Brooke and Debbie get out and walk over to them uncertainly. The three men look them over with a smile.
"Are you the photographers?" Brooke inquires.
"Of course, we have our equipment ready," one says as he leans into the van and fiddles with his crotch. Another grabs a couple of skimpy bikinis and tosses them at the girls.
"You can change in front of us," he says.
"Okay," Brooke says, not wanting to cause any trouble.
"Excuse me," Debbie ventures, looking at the thin baby blue bikini that she has been handed. "I'm not a model, I'm a photographer."
"It's okay, we take pictures," one says impatiently. With that he pulls out a video camera and starts filming Brooke as she disrobes. "Just testing," he says with a smile.
Brooke knows nude footage of her would be very valuable, but with a fearful glance at the men decides not to say anything. "Please just do it, Deb," she pleads as she strips.
As the girls disrobe, suddenly the limo takes off.
"Where are they going?" Debbie asks. "My purse was in there!" The girls realize all their money and identification is gone, and they are left with three strangers.
The girls try to fasten the bikini tops, but discover that there is not enough material to cover their breasts. Their breasts are pushed up and together, and the nipples are totally exposed.
They turn to protest and see one of the men has been taking digital photos of their nude bodies. The largest man, who appears to be the leader, has pulled his enormous cock out of his pants and slowly strokes a massive erection as he smirks at the models.
"Don't worry, we take care of you," he says menacingly.
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