Thinking about having sex with her employers made her nervous, the same way it always did. Why did men always want to take advantage of their authority that way. Like it wasn't enough to set the policies and enforce them, they always wanted to take control of a woman's body too. Coupled with the effect of the drug, she was getting very uneasy. She could feel the tension mounting and didn't want it to show, so she dealt with it the best way she knew. She giggled, and tried to look pleasant, like nothing was bothering her. Taylor rolled her eyes, like she was seeing right through the facade. Bruce watched casually, and there was no way to know what was going through his mind. He was a master of self-control. He would have to be, to get any work done, with so many young women posing nude so many hours every day.

Richard moved just a few feet from her... "Have a seat on one... Bounce on it... Pretty eyes... Smile... Lean towards me."... She leaned forward, fully aware of where he had that lens focused. She could see the lump in his loose pants. The balloon moved and she slipped off, putting her arm out to catch herself. She sat down on the floor... "Nothing broken, I hope... It's made of such a thin membrane."

"Uhh huhhh... Yeah... Right... And just what membrane are you talking about?"

"You have no idea how hard it is to pay attention to things like shutter speeds, light, shadows and the fucking f stops, with you so close... I can smell your perfume... And the way you're smiling... I think that what's going to make you a star... those eyes."

"You really do like my eyes, don't you?"... She was pleased.

"They put me in a trance... I hope the pics show the intensity of them... It's like you're offering yourself to the lens... not just your face and body, but YOU... They don't hide anything, and they are so genuinely honest... extremely sweet... You're the kind of girl I could be happy with stranded on an island."

"Well, I hope you know how to fish and build huts... cause I sure don't."

"Maybe it'll be a tropical island... Just cool nights, and we could keep each other warm then."

"You'd like that, huh?... I don't know that I should EVER get on a boat with you."

"Ohhhh, don't say that... You know, a plane could crash too, and just the two of us walk out of it."

"Morrrrbid... Tell me more about my eyes."

"If you weren't so changeable, they'd be the kind that the famous painters would've loved to portray. You can show a mood in all its intensity, but it fades so quickly to the next... You're beginning to look a little flushed too... Lights too close?"

"Thanks... No... I think it's coming from inside."

"Well, good... It adds an innocence that I really like."

Taylor asked, "Wouldn't you enjoy being stranded with me?"... Immediately, her face changed. Amber could tell it came out before she'd thought about it.... It seemed like an interruption and sounded competitive.

Richard actually lowered the camera and looked at her... "Now you KNOW that you and I would get along just fine, if no one else was around... I'd make you my assistant."

Amber was convinced that it had something to do with her position, but there was something else to it, that wasn't in the hot tropical light just yet. Taylor couldn't have been with Earthly Delights for long. She was maybe a year older, two at the most. She was young, and the bravado she tried to convey wasn't always convincing. She probably liked being situated so she could take advantage of the new girls the way she did. Even though Faith acted as if she was going along with her, she was probably the driving force behind things. She was using Taylor to serve her own needs. Faith might be very shrewd, but she wasn't very honest. Amber hadn't deserved that paddling yesterday, but the other girls had been afraid to challenge her on it. She decided to keep her eyes open, before she got herself marooned way out on a limb.

"Does anybody remember why we're here?... Balloons? Photos? Sportswear?... I don't think it's fair to just leave Amber sitting on the floor like that."... Bruce had almost disappeared, he'd been quiet for so long.

"I'm fine... Kind of relaxing, actually... See, I can hold the world on my shoulders, just like Atlas."... She raised a balloon, smiling with her ankles crossed.

"Nice legs too, doll."... Richard was back in the action. He was always so complimentary. She was certain that it wasn't just his role, his manner of getting her relaxed... "It looks like the Orientals took over the planet... It's got a yellowish cast."

"Maybe that's just because there are so many of them... And they've been leaders in technology for generations... So we're back to the photoshoot, I see.... Why don't you move that green balloon, and pose with just the subtle tones?"... Bruce's eyes studied everything... He could frame the picture as well as Richard, without the viewfinder.

She gave the emerald ball a shove, bringing her knee up and curling against the giant yellow balloon. Was it the drug, or did she really like each of them as much as her smile showed? Taylor tilted her head and batted her eyelashes, like she was being swooned away. She was a sweetie, really, despite her need for status.

"How about getting on your knees, cutie?... Right. Hands on the floor like that... Say 'Woof.'"

"Woof... rrer Woof."

"I see what you mean, Taylor... She is like a little puppy, just waiting for the right command... Hands on your knees... Ohhhh, that smile... and turn your head to the right.... Fabulous... Now back up on your feet."

He tapped some balloons with the tips of his toes, as he moved diagonal from the corner... "Put em up along the wall... That's right, just kick those balls, till they go where you want them... Hmmmm... And how about another Atlas pose... Seems appropriate for a sports commercial."

She raised the pink one this time, and balanced it on one hand... "Strong girl!.. You sure you can't fish and build huts?"

"Haven't even tried since I was about ten... I get bored just sitting there waiting... I like to be in action... And I don't do too well with worms... Yechhh... Never been able to stick the hook in em... Feels like murder or something."

"Suppose it is... especially since if they do a good job, they get eaten."

Taylor said, "I bet she'd like to be holding a stiff pole in her hand about now, though."

She was right. The Sexstasy was coming on pretty strong... Not as bad as yesterday, but she had been well loaded before she got here then, and this time it was much more bearable. She couldn't remember if she'd told anyone how she'd had three drinks before she even arrived... "Why don't I pile them all up, and you can get a really colorful shot?"

"You know what I think would add a nice contrast to all that color?... Why don't you take the top off?"

Here we go, she thought... Gonna end up just like yesterday... Once she started undressing, they'd just want to see more, and if she touched herself she'd be spiraling down that horny trail again. Only it felt different today. Yesterday she was hot for Taylor, but it felt like it might turn into a steer drive this time, the way Richard was acting... Between pictures she caught the way his eyes trailed down her body, and it wasn't just to assess her. He'd had a hard on the entire time!