<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/jTB8Eau.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Anna Castillo (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12388465#msg12388465)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Rio de Janeiro (Brasil), Feb 27th 2010, 4:20pm<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning: </strong>Elena<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Party, lots of mention of bikini's, booty, etc<br/><hr/><br/>The sound of deep bass reverberated up and down the beach. The noise of gathered crowds mingled with the bass. The sun was past its midway point, but evening had not yet arrived. The day had been warm, almost hot. With middling levels of humidity. Perfect for a party. Perfect for a photoshoot. Perfect for the masses that thronged the beach. One of Rio's many famous locations. And it certainly did not fail to attract the multitude of hot bodied males and females. Thongs were the norm. Female Ass-cheeks rested proudly face up to the sun or bounced as women walked, jogged, or happily pranced in the sand. Some playing with their boyfriends or girlfriends. Countless men and women doused themselves in the warm waters.<br/><br/>A large tent, with several smaller tents arranged around it, had been set up in the middle of the beach. This arrangement of tents lay near one of the cliff sides. A lush green covered rock-face. With plant life growing from the top all the way down to the button. Right above the sandy shore. Bathed in the salty spray of the ocean waves. The tents blocked direct access to the cliff, and for good reason. Just minutes ago, a photoshoot had ended. One paid for by one of Rio's most popular swimwear companies – for men and women. It had exotic bikini designs and edgy trunks for guys looking to make a splash. Now, with the shoot finished, a party had been commenced with full enthusiasm. Even better, it was open to the public. Alcohol, food, among other attractions, were available in abundance. Plus the location was still close enough to the water, so people could grab a drink, go for a swim, and return for more libation or other distractions.<br/><br/>Anna Castillo smiled gleefully as she walked back from the cliff side. Her newest photoshoot had gone spectacularly. She felt alive. Excited and above all else, she had looked damn sexy! She had examined all of her photos taken of her and had squealed a few times. Excited by how she had managed to pull off some of the really nice shots and with how the photographer had masterfully captured her sensual essence in the images. Too say she was elated, would have been an understatement. If this photoshoot didn't get her attention from major sponsors, she didn't know what would. That cliff, and the different bikini's she had worn, were amazing. The shots were exotic, perfectly positioned. Everything had gone right!<br/><br/>Deep within, she felt this might be her breakout shoot or at least the one that drew the attention of big companies. Which would grow her name and then hopefully draw some international attention. She really hoped some American scouts would see these pictures. Maybe she'd leak some of the pictures over the net?<br/><br/>For now, she would party. She didn't feel tired in the least. The heat and humidity hadn't been bad at all this day. Neither had sapped her energy like it would on other days. The heat and humidity could be brutal here at times. Leaving her exhausted, despite her excellent cardio.<br/><br/>Anna skipped into the main party area, fitting in quite well to the scantily clad brasillian natives. Few if any of the women here wore more than small bikini's. Many wore bikini's that made her own small gold and black bikini, look modest by comparison. She couldn't help but smile at the electric atmosphere. Obviously, news of the party had spread like a raging wild fire. As far as she knew, the party had only been going on for twenty or so minutes. The loud music must have attracted people initially. Before word of mouth drew in the rest.<br/><br/>She passed up the alcohol, largely because it wasn't on her list of acceptable diet items. Anna supposed she could have cheated. Enjoyed herself a little, but right now, and for the foreseeable future, her body was a sacred temple. Her ticket to fame, success, and money to secure her future and that of her poor family. Instead, she headed straight to the food section. Neatly placed under a large tent. There was everything anyone could imagine. Sliced beef, chicken, pineapple, apples, cashew fruit, cashew nuts, cashew fruit juice, and so so much more. Anna grinned and grabbed her plate. Taking a little bit of everything. Just enough to eat, but not so much, that she couldn't eat it quickly if she felt the need.<br/><br/>Then she walked to the nearest pole of the tent and set herself up. Observing the area. She looked to one of the areas, a small exhibition stage. It had models wearing some of the companies swimwear for the public to see. Each taking stances, then slowly turning around, before taking up another pose. Right next to it, the swimwear company had set up a makeshift store. Where people could buy the very bikini's or trunks they saw being modeled. With some stall-like changing rooms cozied up to its side.<br/><br/>Opposite it, on the far side of the area, not underneath one of the tents, three volleyball nets had been set up. Teams were forming around all three nets. People eager to mix alcohol and a high octane sport. Anna bit her lip, grinning. She'd had to keep an eye on the matches. Watching butts and breasts jiggle would be hot! Seeing those sexy male bods sweaty just might make her swoon. She giggled at the thought.<br/><br/>Between them, was a large water truck that had been backed in. Its spout being used to fill large insulated water containers filled with ice. It of course, was crowded over with people seeking refreshing H2O.<br/><br/>A large dance stage had been set up under the largest of the tents. With plenty of room around it for observers or those who wished to not dance in such obviousness. Many bodies had already crowded the stage and were gyrating to the music.<br/><br/>Then of course, the DJ's location under one of the tents. Located next to the dance floor. He had a moderate crowd bouncing in front of his slightly upraised location. His head bobbed up and down as his fingers masterfully typed away on his laptop. Piping in song after song. Occasionally tweaking the beats live as the songs played. Even going so far as to expertly mix a few songs on the fly. Impressing the crowd.<br/><br/>Near the DJ, but almost directly behind him, were tattoo artists and body painters. They already had lines developing. Not surprising, thought Anna. She contemplated getting a 'backstage' pass to one of those body painters. She'd seen a lot of the work while here in Brasil. Also over the internet. Especially in some of the more recent Sports Illustrated Swimsuit editions. The thought of being painted just sounded interesting.<br/><br/>Her eyes drifted to and fro over the gathering. Simply happy as could be.<br/><br/>