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Finn chuckled. “Not until I paint your high and lowlights and the flower petals. Now, this is another fantastic employee of mine who will be your beck-and-call girl. Her name is Brooke.”
Annabelle exchanged quick pleasantries with both women.
“She’ll get you anything you need. Ipod with earphones, tissue, cocktails, you name it. The bathroom’s down the hall. Don’t worry about smudging your paint. I’ll make a lot of touch-ups before the curtain rises.”
“Sounds like a piece of cake,” Annabelle said. Though her heart was pounding hard in her chest, making a mockery of her words.
“Great.” Finn beamed. “Now strip down.” He pulled the curtain around the metal rod, enclosing their cozy little work area. She’d have to get used to the confined space. She suspected the stage wasn’t much bigger.
“Would you like some champagne?” Brooke asked.
“That’d probably help.” Annabelle put her purse on one of the empty fold-up chairs and slipped out of her clothes. It was impossible not to feel self-conscious, even when Yvette whistled under her breath.
“You haven’t gained an ounce since college!”
Jessica gestured to another empty chair, silently instructing Annabelle to sit there. The padded seat was covered with a sheet of paper, taped to the edges of the metal frame. Annabelle suspected she needed to touch as little of the chair as possible so as to not smear the paint job. She hoped she didn’t botch the whole thing.
“Are you ready?” Jessica asked.
“Absolutely,” she said as she perched her bare ass on the edge of the chair.
Brooke returned with a champagne split, a bendy straw in the opening of the small bottle. “So you don’t interrupt Jessica’s flow,” she said of the straw. She set it on a table next to the chair so all Annabelle had to do was lean over and sip.
“Geez,” Yvette said, “if I’d known all I had to do was lounge around and sip champagne, I’d have agreed to let Finn paint me years ago!”
“You’ve never been painted?” Annabelle asked, surprised.
“He’s only asked her about a hundred times,” Brooke said as she handed a split to Yvette.
“I’m waiting for the right s
cene,” Yvette said, taking a deep sip through the straw of her own cocktail.
Annabelle could agree with her sentiment. The “pollination” theme had appealed to her because it reminded her of elementary-school sex education—and the placement of all those cocks in the mural had made her laugh at the debauchery of it all.
Well, that and the fact that she’d be starring in this sinful creation with three men.
Annabelle shivered with anticipation, both nervous and sexual. As Jessica rubbed paint on her body, she tingled from head to toe. The cool, creamy texture on her flushed skin created an erotic sensation. Her nipples were tighter than ever before and that dull ache in her cunt returned.
She could only imagine what was going in the men’s work area, guessing they had their own Jessica to rub paint all over their naked bodies.
As though Yvette had read her mind, she said, “I’m going to take a peek at what’s happening next door.”
“Yvette!” Annabelle laughed. “You are so wicked!”
She disappeared outside the makeshift room, but Annabelle could still hear her when she let out a lusty, “Oh my!”
Yvette fanned her face as she returned moments later, her eyes lit with excitement. “That’s some hearty stock over there.”
Annabelle blushed.
“I don’t know whose cock is bigger, your friend Eric or his partners in crime. Stiff competition.”
“You are so uncouth.” Though she really couldn’t imagine a bigger cock than Eric’s. Nor had she told Yvette that she’d allowed Eric back to her hotel suite after they’d closed down the club.
“Speak for yourself,” Yvette scoffed. “You’re the one who’s about to engage in a four-way!”
Annabelle’s heart rate accelerated. Did she really know what she was getting herself into?
