As Sarah ran around the track, she felt more in shape than she had before. Oh, she wasn't overweight or anything like that, but her muscles weren't quite as developed as ... say ... the girls who were into sports or maybe even the cheerleaders. She laughed to herself. Like I could ever be on the cheerleading squad, she thought.
Suddenly, she slowed her pace. Something about that last thought made her feel uneasy. Like something was wrong about it. But she ended up just shrugging it off and quickening her pace back up.
Kyla strode onto the photo shoot set. Her walk just oozed sexuality. She took a seat and crossed her legs, trying to show as much leg as possible.
"Kyla," a man said, walking over to her.
She took off her sunglasses and looked at him.
"Are you ready?"
Kyla stripped off her sundress and walked in front of the camera, wearing nothing except for a lacy bra and panty set and a pair of 4-inch heels. The bra hung a little loose on her small breasts, but no one seemed to notice.
