Page 33 of What Happens in Dubai

‘Well …’ I shrugged my shoulders, immediately feeling less confident when I saw them dressed up like supermodels.

The girls began jumping around screaming.

‘Oh my god, I love it!!!!’ Laureen screamed.

‘Me too,’ Skylar echoed.

I couldn’t help but smile. Maybe it was their energy, perhaps it was the bubbles, but I felt like I was finally experiencing Dubai the way I had hoped.

‘Zara, one thing. What the hell is going on with your granny pants?’ Indie giggled, staring at my arse with confusion.

I laughed. ‘I’ve still got my swimming costume on. From Zero Gravity, remember? I thought the elasticated material would act like Spanx, you know, suck me in a little,’ I shrugged, pinching my stomach flab jokingly.

‘Oh no, it’s making lines, hun, take it off!’ Skylar exclaimed.

‘I don’t have any underwear with me. I didn’t have any idea about this.’

‘So what? I’m commando too. Look.’

Indie lifted her mini skirt and casually flashed her flaps,wow.She had the most flawless vagina I had ever seen. My mouth gaped wide. I couldn’t help but tilt my head to examine it from extra angles. The other girls watched on as if it was entirely rational to flash your gash on a Saturday afternoon to a complete stranger, but with a fanny so perfect, I was sure I’d flaunt mine too if I was her. I couldn’t help imagining the looks on their faces if I had flashed my ingrown, fiery pube line, never mind my overhanging udder lips. These girls did have it all – from face to fanny.

‘Zara?’ Indie gazed at me while my eyes were still fixated on her groin.

‘Yes. OK. Sorry.’ I lifted my finger in the air. ‘I’ll try commando.’

I trudged back to the bathroom and ditched the swimwear. Pulling the dress up felt more uncomfortable this time around without the Spanx effect of the swimsuit to help glide it up, but eventually I got there. My phone screen lit up in my hand – it was Ashley.

Wowwwww you are stunning mate! Sorry Z I really can’t come out, I’m vomiting non-stop. What’s up? xx

I huffed sadly and slipped my phone back into my beach bag, ready to show off my smoother figure to the girls. Coming out, I noticed they were gone, and I could see flickering from the lounge. I took a deep breath.This is it, Zara. Don’t fuck it up!I turned to my half-full champagne glass, took a large swig of confidence, and then marched into the lounge.

I stood for a few seconds watching from the corner while the crew set up, experimenting with the flash on a selection of cameras. The influencers were holding their phones up, taking selfies against the bright backdrops behind them. I felt someone tap my shoulder.

‘Well, would you look at you?’ I smelled Raj’s sweet aftershave from behind and turned to face him. He was dressed in an all-red suit with a white bow tie.

I took a step back. ‘Well, that’s some get-up you have.’ I could feel my mouth hanging open in shock.

‘I have been assured it will work for the purposes of the promotion. Very eye-catching.’

‘It isn’t half,’ I said.

‘Maybe like a sexy devil,’ he giggled.

‘If the shoe fits,’ I couldn’t help but add.

He sighed back.

The photographer waved us over to the set, and as my chub rub chafed together, I started to feel a prickly pain. The material was sticking to my inner legs and arse. I wobbled as both legs felt wholly restricted, clumped together with some sort of sweaty bodily paste, and I struggled to move.

‘OK, I want the three blondes in the middle. Laureen, you’re the smallest, so you stand out front. Raj and Zara, I want both of you on the outside – you’ll be holding up the needles.’

We all fell into position as I continued to adjust my dress. It was crawling into the crack of my arse, and I was desperate for relief.

‘Zara, stop moving,’ the photographer bellowed. ‘OK, hand them the needles.’

The blazered man delivered both Raj and I the needles while the three models held the filler product.

With a few streaks of fluorescent flashlights, the photoshoot was off.

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