(NEW) COLLAR BONE ASSAULTER...

The shoot that day was hot and relentless. The scenery was amazing, though, and the shots looked great- even if the photographer kept screaming at the model and saying how 'disguising' everything looked. The photographer, Giovanni was his name, also happened to be Mr. Blue Eye's from breakfast.

As the story went, he was some kind of famous, savant-esque photographer from Milano who was apparently a bit mad, but the best money could buy. The mad thing everyone could vouch for, because no one watching him work would say he was a sane man. He screamed and cursed and gesticulated wildly. He threw himself on the floor, took photos while doing a headstand and was now topless, his shirt tied around his head like Rambo of the photography world. I caught Ben's attention a few times and rolled my eyes in solidarity as I could see he was fighting the urge not to scream at the guy himself.

Our first location was on the Soussvlie, a dry, barren desert- like land. I'd never seen such a strange, alien landscape before. The ground was made up entirely of dry white mud that had cracked in a million different places giving it an uneven surface. The white landscape was punctuated with the remnants of dead trees. They stood out of the ground like lonely black carcasses. In the distance, the bright red sand dunes rose up. And in the middle of it all, a baby -blue sports car that looked so out of place there it was breathtaking.

What also looked really out of place was Cindy, climbing out of the car wearing a short, tight, gold evening dress. Her legs went on for ten miles, and her thimble-like waist attached itself to two of the perkiest, well proportioned breasts I'd ever seen. I knew this, because she also had no shame when it came to changing in and out of clothes. I tried hard not to gag as she pouted and jutted out her collarbones while climbing out of the car in her eight-inch heels.

"What the hell is this?" Giovanni screamed and everyone came to a dead halt. We all looked around to see what he was screaming about in a kind of panicked state. The best thing to do was to keep this guy happy.

"You!" He pointed at Cindy, "Have you lost your car keys? Have you forgotten how to drive? Or worse, have you forgotten the name your mother gave you when she gave birth to you?" he yelled at her and jaws dropped to the floor.

"Sorry?" Cindy blinked at him like a confused little deer.

"Stop looking so confused. And stop looking like you're dehydrated and stop posing."

"Huh?" Cindy looked extra-confused now.

"Like that." He pointed at his face, "You models are all the same. The same, the same the fucking same! Cheekbones, lips, cheekbones, posing, 'where am I, who am I, am I lost'?"

Horror washed over everyone's faces as we looked from Giovanni to Cindy and back again. He growled, ripped the shirt off his head and threw it onto the sand.

"I need to meditate." He walked off set in a dramatic huff leaving everyone to stare after him, except the producer, who's job it was to placate the beast. She ran off after him as if someone has lit a firecracker in her pants.

"I guess, everyone take a break." Ben called out, before walking over to a shell-shocked looking Cindy.

Everyone started dispersing, except me. I stood and watched Ben lay a compassionate hand on Cindy's shoulder. She looked coy and placed her hand over his as he squeezed her shoulder in a commiserative fashion. Or was it a different fashion entirely? A 'meet me in my room later and fuck me' fashion? I moved away quickly before anyone could see the death stare I could now feel involuntarily shooting from my eyeballs.

The day was sweltering hot, and it was not feeling very relaxing. I ducked into the craft tent to get some much-needed shade and a cool drink. I grabbed a cold Coke and just before I'd had a chance to open it, something caught my eye.

"Oh! Sorry, I didn't realize you were, uh..." doing what exactly? Giovani was perched in the corner of the tent on a chair, legs crossed, still shirtless and hands posed in some sort of meditative position. He really hadn't been kidding about that.

He looked up at me and smiled. "Peaceful."

I nodded and pretended that I knew the first thing about this spiritual stuff. "Mmm. Good for you."

Giovanni climbed off the chair and his eyes swept over me. "Hot." He said it more like a statement than an actual question.

"Very," I opened the can and raised it to my lips. I must have downed the thing in a few sips.

"Thirsty." He said. He didn't seem like the sharpest tool in the drawer, but he certainly made up for it in looks. Besides, I doubted very much that the women who spent time with him were doing it for the scintillating conversation.

"Sweaty." He stepped towards me and glanced at my neck. And then it happened. Without warning, the man was wielding a block of ice and running it over my collarbones and up and down my neck. The coolness of the ice made my hot skin tingle. But I couldn't move. I was in shock. I couldn't work out if this was the worst, most inappropriate thing that anyone had ever done to me, or if I was actually vaguely turned on by this strange move.

"Hot." He repeated again, this time adding a little lip bite.

"True. So very true." I said wiggling away from the melting cube and his intense stare that I admit was causing some stomach flipping. "Well, I feel much better now. Cooler. Thanks." I started exiting the tent and in my haste, almost ran right into Ben's chest. Not awkward. At all.

"Ben! Hello. Ben." I tried to wipe all the water off my neck and collarbones as if it were some kind of scarlet letter that had been branded into me. "Hot. Isn't it?" I smiled at him and quickly and ran off. Was this really happening to me? Did I really have two men coming on to me? Nothing like this had ever happened before.

We wrapped a few hours after my collarbones had been sexually assaulted with an ice cube and moved on to the second location. It was only a short way away, but the landscape looked completely different. The ground was bright red, as were the massive sand dunes that rose up in all directions. There were no trees this time, just an endless red dustiness that stretched out all the way to the horizon. If I'd thought the previous place looked like it was on another planet, this one looked like it would be in another galaxy.

Getting the car into the right place this time had taken more effort as the sand was soft. The art department ran around after that meticulously cleaning every grain off the car and wiping away the tread marks in the sand. Another outfit was chosen for Cindy, this time it was even smaller and tighter than the previous one.

She really looked like she was putting extra effort into it after the yelling Giovanni had given her. She leaned backwards over the bonnet like she was about to snap her spine in half. She bent and twisted herself like a double-jointed pretzel and pouted and posed her heart out, but still, it wasn't enough.

"Roll in the sand!" Giovanni stopped shooting and pointed at Cindy.

"Sorry, what?" she asked.

"Stop looking so beautiful. It's boring. So pedestrian. Like this." And then he threw himself onto the hot, red sand and rolled. We all watched in jaw-dropping shock as he wiggled his body in the sand and then jumped up covered in the stuff.

"Such a creative genius." I heard Samantha mumble and turned. Was she kidding? What was with these people? The guy reminded me of one of those ridiculous artists that spray-painted bananas, hung them on a wall as art.

"Genius." She whispered again sounding like she was in awe.

"And so hot." Ness added quickly as they both watched him roll.

I tried to stifle a laugh as Ben looked over at me and gave a tiny headshake. This man was truly ridiculous. Cindy looked at him in total horror as she slowly dropped to her knees in the sand and started rubbing it on herself.

"Ok." Ben jumped in stopping the circus, "Maybe it's time for another break." I glanced over at the client who looked disappointed, as if he was waiting for a half naked model to roll on the ground like she was mud wrestling.

I walked away and pulled my phone out, this was too good not to share with someone who would appreciate it. So I typed a message to JJ.

Sera: This photographer is a total nut case. He's trying to be all angsty and artsy and make the model roll around in the dirty sand so she won't be so "beautiful"

JJ: Oh God. He's one of those.

Sera: According to him, beauty is pedestrian.

JJ: Hahah. But is he hot? Those types usually are.

Sera: So hot!

As I was typing a suspicious head -shaped shadow fell over my hands.

"Who's hot?" Ben's voice startled me and I jumped in fright.

"Are you reading my messages now too?" I quickly put my phone behind my back.

"Not intentionally. I was coming to say 'Hi' and just happened to read it by accident."

"Really? I doubt that." I said trying to lock my phone screen behind my back.

"So whose hot?" he asked with that devastating smile that causes your legs to start spreading automatically.

"I wasn't talking about you, by the way. In case your giant ego thought that." There must have been something in my tone that made that sound serious because Ben's smile was suddenly gone and he looked at me curiously.

"Oh. I see." He folded his arms. "So who do you think is so hot that you feel it necessary to message someone about it?"

"Uh...um, I..." I stumbled over my words as my mouth went dry, and it wasn't from dehydration.

"Wow. It really is someone else?" Ben unfolded his arms and put them on his hips in a challenging fashion.

"Excuse me," I said sarcastically, "it's not like I'm not allowed to look at anyone else, I mean, you're basically petting the hot model over there when she's upset and batting her eye lashes."

"Oh. So that's what this is about?" he took a step closer to me and I backed away.

"No. This isn't about anything. It's just, just... hey, what are you doing anyway? I thought we agreed to keep this professional."

Ben took a big step forward before I had a chance to move away. "Sera, let's be honest with each other, this," he gestured to the space between us, "couldn't be professional if we tried. It crossed that line a long time ago when you were coming on top of me in my car!"

"What!" I yelled, maybe just a bit too loud. "Don't you dare say that to me." I hissed softly and walked away from him. I marched straight back to the craft tent and walked in to find the collar-bone assaulter lying on the ground whispering something to himself. I turned and marched back out to find Ben standing there watching me. I huffed and turned and marched straight into the middle of the set and stopped at the car. I took my glasses off and whipped my forehead as the sweat ran down my face and into my eyes.

God, I must look like hell. I walked up to the car and looked at myself in the rear view mirror. My face was glistening with sweat and my cheeks were flushed red, not from the heat, but rather from what Ben had said to me. I moved my hair out my face, it was sticking to my moist skin and I had to shake my head to free it. I looked up when I heard a clicking sound, only to find Giovanni taking a photo of me. I turned around quickly again and walked off in the opposite direction.

Why was he taking photos of me? That should be illegal.

Ben talking to me the way he had, should also be illegal.

What was with men?