Priya's agent had gushed about the gig—a quirky ad for golf bats and balls, featuring a 'sexy sportswoman' vibe. The director, Mr. Arjun, a middle-aged guy in his 40s with a smug grin and wandering eyes, had specifically requested her. At 22, her massive D-cup tits and plump, jiggling ass made her a standout, and she figured the pay would cover rent. 'Studio at noon,' Arjun said on the call, his voice smooth. 'Bring energy, Priya. We'll make you the star of the green.'

The set was a mock golf course indoors, astroturf underfoot, clubs and balls scattered like props. Arjun greeted her in khakis and a polo, clipboard in hand, looking every bit the professional. 'First outfit: sporty casual. Small crop top and booty shorts. It'll show off your... athletic build.' She changed quickly, the top a tiny white tank that hugged her breasts, nipples poking through the thin material, and the shorts so short they rode up her ass cheeks, barely covering her pussy mound.