A/N-Hey everyone. I just want to say that this chapter is a little different from the previous ones written. Some may think it's a little too weird or out there, but it's what happens when an idea pops into my head when I'm very sleep deprived. Any reviews will be welcome even if it's to say you hate it because I'm sure it won't be to everyone's taste!

This chapter is based on the recent photo shoot that Zac did for Interview Magazine with Naked model Edita Vilkeviciute. This is by no means how I really thought that day would be in reality-ok!

Thanks to Ang who helped me write a better story-(I can't stop smiling now after talking to you -Can't wait to see GN honey, you'll be fab)

Zac wrapped his arms around himself as the air turned chilly and a strong wind blew the sand lightly roundabout. He glanced up as he waited for the photographer to change film reels and his breath hitched in his throat. Why hadn't he noticed it before? He'd been on the shoot for 40 minutes and had looked at her countless times but now as the wind blew her skirt up slightly he could make out the tantalising top of her lace suspenders. Swallowing loudly, he willed the wind to gather strength so he could get a better view. Her legs were covered in thin black stockings but it took nothing away from the womanly shape of them. The thought of them wrapped tightly round him as he lay on top of her caused the familiar stirrings to arise, and he shifted in the sand box to hide his burgeoning arousal. God she looked so damn hot, her red shirt unbuttoned slightly to give a tiny peek at what lay beneath. She was pouting over at him and he so wanted to jump up and rip the clothes off her to reveal her perfect naked body.

Feeling a weight shift to his right, he turned to look at Edita beside him, gave a quick smile and then turned to gaze back at Vanessa. Her long curly flowing hair whipped around in the breeze and when she lifted her hand to tame it her shirt rose and he caught the twinkle of her bellybutton piercing and the smooth expanse of skin. He felt so turned on by the sight of her watching him posing with a naked model, she looked so innocent yet he knew all too well what she could do behind closed doors. And believe him she was one hot vixen.

Edita moved to sit atop Zac and she could hear the photographer yelling at him to look at his girl. His girl for the photo shoot anyway. She thrust her breasts near his face and tightly gripped his t-shirt. She tried to act nonchalant but she could feel his arousal against her thigh, knowing that he was feeling the effects from watching his girlfriend who stood close by looking extremely sexy. She could see he was gazing at her lustfully and she shifted his t-shirt to try and get his attention back to herself.

'I'm sorry,' he mumbled, meaning his lack of concentration and the obvious bulge in his trousers.

'Don't stress,' Edita pacified. 'I've been in worst situations,' she smirked, enjoying the feeling of being pressed against him in his passionate state. 'Model's know how to keep secrets,' she confirmed, raising her eyebrow saucily at him and seeing his pupils dilate at the possibilities.

Lying fully down beside Zac now, Edita pressed herself against him, while he placed his hand on her waist. Instead of feeling anger Vanessa felt passion. She could imagine what it would feel like to be lying against him completely naked, the feel of the rough denim against her thighs and his smooth hand cupping her waist. Feeling extremely turned on at the sight before her Vanessa checked her watch and hoped the shoot would be finishing soon. She had something she needed to do, and she doubted she could wait much longer. And it wasn't only Zac that she wanted to be involved and from the look on his face he was thinking the same thing.

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Edita closed the bathroom door behind her and felt the cool air hit her face with welcome relief. All the camera's, lighting and crowds of workers had made the shoot extremely hot work. Suddenly she realised she wasn't the only one in the bathroom. She'd thought the place was deserted, the shoot had gone overtime and all the crew had rushed off to other jobs. A series of soft moans escaped around the wall that led to the cubicles.

Edita thought about turning back around and leaving straight away but the sounds of pleasure made her skin tingle and when she heard a familiar woman's voice say, 'That's it, right there. Don't stop,' all thoughts of walking away flew out of her mind.

She tiptoed along the wall and curiously peered around the edge. Vanessa was propped up on the basin in the corner of the room, her knees pushed up towards her shoulders. Her black skirt had been bunched up around her waist, exposing her black nylon stockings and the lace suspender belt which obviously Edita had noticed her to be wearing before. Her deep red shirt was now open to the waist, exposing her black and red laced bra, her skin a creamy coffee colour. Zac was knelt on the floor in front of her, his head between her legs.

Vanessa gave a delicious moan and fiercely ran her fingers through his already messy hair, pushing his face harder into her. He pulled back his head for a second and looked up at her. 'Your so wet,' he said. 'You liked seeing me with that naked model, didn't you?'

'Sssh said Vanessa. 'And get back to work.'

As he began bobbing his head back and forth, Edita tried to slowly edge her way back out without being seen. But when she looked up she saw Vanessa's intense brown eyes were right on her own. She froze in embarrassment, expecting Vanessa to order her out and leave them to it.

But no, she didn't.

A smile formed on Vanessa's face and then her mouth opened to form a 'o' shape and her eyelids fluttered shut. She moaned again. 'I'm nearly there, don't stop.'

Feeling extremely uncomfortable Edita began to make a hasty retreat back to the door. Her fingers had just clasped the handle when she heard a moan.

'Don't go!'

'I'm not going anywhere,' mumbled Zac.

Edita was puzzled as to who Vanessa was talking to. Was she talking to Zac? But then it hit her, she understood, Vanessa wanted her to watch. Why else would they have left the door unlocked? She shrugged her shoulders and realised it could do no harm to stay. She'd heard wild tales from other models, so maybe she was due some exploits of her own.

Locking the door from the inside, she slowly walked back into the washroom and noticed that Vanessa looked like the cat that got the cream when she saw she was back. Vanessa flicked her eyes towards the toilet cubicle as she pushed Zac away.

Feeling very intrigued now Edita pointed to the cubicle and Vanessa gave a quick nod, biting down on her lower lip. Vanessa pushed Zac's head back between her legs while her other hand went to her bra, and pulled one cup down. She fondled her breast, taking her erect nipple between forefinger and thumb and tugging it sharply.

Edita took her chance and crept into the cubicle opposite and pulled the door to. Through the gap she could see Vanessa was starting to buck back and forth, her spine arching…

'That's it,' she gasped. 'I'm right there baby.' Abruptly Zac stopped and looked up to her face.

'Don't stop,' she said. 'I was so close.'

'Not until I say,' he ordered. Provoking him, Vanessa lowered her hand and started to stroke herself but Zac deftly took hold of her hand and pushed it above her head. With the other hand he unbuckled his belt and jeans which he pushed to around his knees. Edita took a moment to take in the smooth, firm, taunt shape of his buttocks and let the door swing open fully as she sat on the closed toilet seat. There was something intoxicating about watching such a sweet, innocent young woman being taking in such a place.

Zac moaned as Vanessa reached down and cupped his balls and began playing with them gently and he bent his head towards her chest.

'Harder,' she said. 'Suck them harder…' Edita saw the white of his teeth as they closed over the creamy flesh of her breast and teased her nipple with his sucked a breath through her teeth and Edita could almost feel her pleasure, on the cusp of pain. Zac drew back and turned his head slightly, his eyes meeting Edita's. She understood why he was looking, he wanted her to see him, all of him and his shaft lay thick and hard along Vanessa's thigh. He repositioned his feet slightly and pushed himself inside her. She gasped and her hand clawed across the tiled wall.

Zac pushed Vanessa's legs further back and started thrusting slowly back and forth, the muscles of his butt contracting in a steady powerful rhythm.

'You love it don't you?' he demanded gently.

'Oh yeah,' she panted, her eyes boring right into Edita's, something so intense, almost pleading about her gaze.

Edita was still naked under her light chiffon dress and starting to feel a little horny herself. She pulled up the skirt and licked her finger for effect. There wasn't any need for more moisture-she was already damp from the show so far. Sliding her finger inside herself as the room was silent, save for the couple's heavy breathing and the rattle of his belt buckle against the floor.

'Oh god, you feel so good,' moaned Zac, throwing his head back as she tightened her legs around his waist.

Edita pulled her finger out and stoked up towards her clit, rubbing it gently so Vanessa could see. Vanessa's hand fell back on the tap, which came on with a gush, soaking the back of her crumpled skirt. Her hand fumbled frantically around the sink, then she ran it up along her chest, up her cheek and through her hair, leaving a glistening slick of water.

'Mmm' she moaned. 'Your girl wants to come soon…Can she come soon?'

Edita wondered for a moment if Vanessa meant her.

'Not until I'm finished with you,' he groaned, gripping her breasts in his hands while he thrust into her harder.

Edita started rubbing her clit quicker, sliding the length of her finger up and down, lingering at the tip on the top of her stroke, then repeating the action in time to their thrusts. There was a delicious warmth pulsing from between her legs, spreading across her pelvis and up through her stomach.

'I can't hold it, I can't stop,' Vanessa screeched. Her pitch a lot higher, panicked, submissive.

Zac forcefully thrust into her for a few more moments and Edita saw Vanessa's fingers tighten on his shoulders, her nails tearing at the fabric of his shirt. Vanessa was fighting to keep her eyes on Edita's hand which ran frantically over her clit, then her face twisted and she bared her teeth as her breath became laboured, her chest plunging up and down as she cried out Zac's name.

Edita felt the hot rush explode through her, right up to her scalp and down to her toes. Her knees trembled and one foot shot out against the wall of the cubicle door.

The noise was swallowed by that of Zac. He let out a growl somewhere from deep in his belly, and gave a last single hard thrust. The sound of his orgasm ebbed slowly as his buttocks remained taut, and then slowly relaxed, involuntarily flexing as he emptied the last of his seed inside her. His breath turned to pants and Vanessa broke eye contact with Edita; letting her head fall back against the wall, and her legs drop to the side of Zac's waist. She looked a total mess, her hair wet and matted down one side.

It was the first time Edita had ever shared an orgasm with two other people. Their pleasure magnified her own and it was half a minute before she could stand, letting her dress fall back down.

Their veneer of respectability, their privacy, had been totally stripped away and they leant close together, panting like two exhausted fighters in the centre of the ring, oblivious to the crowd watching on. The spell was broken. It was time for Edita to go. She felt like she was leaving the bed of a one-night stand in the middle of the night. The post-coital routines, the rearranging of clothes, and the slow realisation of what they'd just done in front of a total stranger would be ruined by words and explanations. So she straightened her dress and made her way out. Neither Zac or Vanessa even looked up and Edita walked out into the early evening. She had been a voyeur in someone else's fantasy but it would be an experience that would never pass her lips. Some experiences are best kept secret. A model's secret.