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and her ass lifted higher in the air. One of
his hands moved to the cleft and he pressed his thumb into the small opening, a
bit farther with each thrust of his cock in her pussy.
    “Oh Eric,” she whimpered. “Oh yes.”
    The erotic stirrings raged inside her body, gaining
strength. She gripped the pillow a little tighter as he released her waist and
slid that hand around to the front of her. His fingers rubbed her clit in a
frenzied way that had her bucking and gyrating and moaning as her climax built.
    “That’s it,” he said. “Take what you want, Annabelle.”
    He fucked her harder, faster. Her whimpering turned into
low, guttural moans. She’d never felt anything quite so intense, so raw.
    One more forceful thrust and her orgasm slammed into her.
“Eric!” Her mind and body reeled from the powerful release that gripped her
entire body, the very essence of her.
    Annabelle’s fingers clutched the edges of the pillow as her
cunt clenched Eric’s cock. Moments later, he called out her name as he came.
    Annabelle had never felt anything so thrilling. Or so
liberating.

Chapter Two
     
    “I still can’t believe I agreed to do this,” Annabelle said
as she climbed the stairs to the backstage area of Body Scenes. Her stomach was
a tangled mess of nerves and exhilaration. Admittedly, the snapping and popping
inside her was invigorating, making her feel super-charged. The energy buzzing
through her body kept her in a constant state of arousal. Along with thoughts
of three pairs of hands and lips on her body. Three cocks pleasuring her. Three
male voices mingling with hers as they all reached a shattering climax.
    She’d fantasized about this as Eric had fucked her twice
more before they’d drifted off to sleep.
    “I’ve got to tell you,” Yvette said. “You shocked the shit
out of me when you said yes. Kudos to you, girlfriend. Ku-dos!”
    They located the area sectioned off for Finn and Annabelle’s
stomach fluttered. The sexy artist grinned at her and said, “Hair in a bun at
the nape of your neck, just as I instructed. Are you also clean-shaven?”
    “Not a pube to be found,” she admitted. Annabelle hadn’t
been bare down there since she was a pre-teen. But Finn had insisted and
she’d complied.
    She reached in her bag for the agreement she’d signed, which
provided her written consent to the lascivious act of “placement” by the artist
and other members of the mural as well as the strict adherence to condom usage
by the male models. She’d also been required to get an exam first thing this
morning at a private clinic capable of producing same-day lab results. She
handed over her clean bill of health, along with the contract.
    “Signed on the dotted line,” she said as she gave the
paperwork to Finn.
    To her surprise, there’d been a clause in the agreement that
explained a portion of the proceeds from the auction would go to charitable
organizations designated by the models. Annabelle had been more than happy to
donate to a nationwide network of women’s shelters.
    “This is the only association your name will have with the
mural, per your request,” he said. “It goes in a safe I keep locked at all
times. You’ll remain completely anonymous.”
    A comforting thought.
    “Now,” Finn said. “Let’s get down to business. This is
Jessica Parks, one of my assistants and an art student at NYU. She’ll cover
your body in green paint, then I’ll finish you up and have you stand in front
of that large fan to dry.”
    Jessica slipped on a pair of rubber gloves and reached for a
large container of paint with a pump top.
    Annabelle frowned. “No brush?” She’d actually been looking
forward to that part.
    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.