It's been weeks but you've finally secured your chance. You've finally found your celebrity target. You're a young man trying to make his way in the paparazzi's business. Following the proper procedures and techniques you've followed your assignment, Kim Justice. Kim's beautiful face and her famously fat ass are the focus of so many of your favorite pictures you've taken. Kim's beautiful cover girl looks, her perfectly defined hourglass body punctuated by a fat, sumptuous ass has defined her fame as a supermodel. She is also famously bitchy and temperamental; something you find a little more attractive than her physical charm. She usually cakes her face in elaborate and expensive makeup, giving her the rich supermodel look.

Now, you've followed her to her secluded beachside estate in the rich hills. None of your fellow paparazzies have ever dared follow Kim to her beach house, because this is a get away she wants to be left completely alone at, and she's made that very clear to the public. But that just makes pictures of her there all that more valuable.

One of the first things you immediately notice as you watch her on the back patio from afar, is that her husband didn't come with her. Kim must be mad at him or something; it doesn't really matter to you. You take a few pictures, but you aren't satisfied. You need to be closer. When Kim goes inside for something, you attempt to hop over the fence; but you foot catches something and you tumble over. The noise causes her to prematurely walk back outside to find you trespassing. "Uh, what the fuck do you think you're doing here?" She bellows, enraged that even in her private beach house she can't escape the paparazzi.

Now, you find yourself tied to one of her lawn chairs. Your arms are tightly bound by one her exercise ropes. Kim Justice is pivoted to one side glaring at you with her arm's crossed. As you mercifully peer at her you see she's wearing a bikini that perfectly display's her supermodel body.