Savannah is modeling for the first time. Though she is nervous, she looks and acts completely at ease. She seems to be a natural. And, the with the slightly sleazy photographer feeding her lines of encouragement, she absorbs the attention like a sponge.

The photographer new this. These bitches were all the same. But this would be her last shoot, he would make sure of it.

After a few more poses against his backdrop, he has her pose on the couch. Over the course of a few minutes, he managed to get her naked. These sluts were so easy, he thought.

He had her lay back, stretching herself along the couch, then he wrapped her bikini top around her neck. Surprise, she quickly began to struggle hard, grabbing at her attackers arms the the fabric around her neck.

Her body bucked and kicked and she tumbled off the couch. He tried to get her back into position, but she got loose and lunge over him, heading for the door. But he caught her, pulling her back and continuing to her. Again, she started twisting free, but he finally got her into a solid position.

After a moment, he dragged her back to the couch, where he could get in a good position to finish her. For the remainder of the time, she weakened and her bikini top dug into her throat. Her mouth was open and her eyes wide. She tried to fight, but she was quickly losing. Her legs started to spasm, her hands twitched, slower and slower she became.

Finally she was dead. He rolled her off of him, admiring her nice ass. He flipped her back over, looking her up and down. Then he proceeded to move and pose her in various ways. He had her on the floor, the up on the couch, back to the floor, then on the couch again. He kept changing her positions and snapping photos of her corpse.

Finally, he spread out some plastic and laid her out on it. He rolled her over, then wrapped her up and dragged her away.