It must pay for his personal appetite that he asked them to add the bikini shots, but none of the young models had the background. They were in no position to refuse his request.
He was the man at the wheel. He paid the money, and he had the final say.
Ten minutes later, Savannah's turn came.
As had been warned by other models, Savannah wrapped herself up with a huge bathrobe before she walked to the hot spring outside.
It was getting late. The cameramen were standing by the hot spring.
As expected, Mr. Hawk was there, sitting in a beach chair.
He did not show up at the previous shoot but was right there when the models were in their swimsuits.
Rather than supervision, it was more like he wanted to take advantage of the models.
"Don't just stand there! Take off your bathrobe and get in the water!" Mr. Hawk urged, his eyes red with impatience.
Among today's models, Savannah had the best figure. He couldn't wait to feel her up.