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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 scene,” 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?
    “I gotta say, girlfriend, you are in for one delicious
treat.” Yvette sucked down a healthy amount of champagne before asking in a
lowered voice, “Have you ever taken it in the ass?”
    “Yvette!” Sufficiently mortified, Annabelle’s gaze snapped
to Brooke and then Jessica.