Slingshot

Gigi's lovely leap...

"Ooh... I'm slipping.... let's see if you can catch me, okay?" Gigi chirped.

"Well, okay," Torque sputtered, a bit surprised.

Gigi then, in the suit that was the most ill-suited for it, decided to do some gymnastics on one of the large rocks that give Big Putata its name.

"Okay, Prince! I need you to spot me now..."

She was quite agile, it turns out, and must have done some gymnastics back in America.

Our lifeguard, Prince Torque, is a member of the secretive Caseme Arvore tribe and according to tribal law, he is forbidden to have sexual relations with anyone from outside the tribe. We tried to quietly remind Gigi of that without embarrassing Torque.

"Oh, c'mon, I know that," she giggled, "I'm just having fun with him... and he's OBVIOUSLY enjoying it."

Gigi took a short break in her relentless (and probably highly effective) flirting and taunting of our lifeguard to change into a flimsy fishnet sling that seemed designed to do nothing but continually fall off...

"Don't you think this little thing is too naughty for your boring magazine?" Gigi teased us, "I mean, if I wiggle too much, this thing is gonna fall right off... then maybe Mister Lifeguard and I can do some porn for you..."

"Damn," muttered Prince Torque, "If only..."

"I'm also a little clumsy, so make sure you're close enough to grab me when you want... I mean... need to!"

Our next session was with Gigi Johnson out at Big Putata Beach. By now, Gigi was ready to show her assets, not only to the camera, but to the hired lifeguard and spotter, Prince Torque. She started off in a sinfully small see-through slingshot.

"Are you my spotter?" She asked our hired hands coyly, "I'm very small, smooth, and slippery, so make sure you get a really good grip on me if you need to..."