“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. Neither woman showed the slightest sign of amusement or embarrassment. They just bustled about, working on Annabelle.
“What?” Yvette asked. “It could come as a shock to the system if you’re not prepared. Especially with the equipment I just got a gander at.” She pulled in a deep breath, let it out slowly, as though trying to get her own raging hormones under control. “In fact, if you’re even remotely considering backing out, I’d happily take your place.”
Annabelle flushed from head to toe. She glanced down at Jessica, working green paint along her right arm, toward her wrist. Jessica said, “She has a point. Though, if you’re ready for it and are sufficiently lubed, it can be seriously good!”
The mortification got worse. Embarrassment was an understatement for what she felt. Yet, at the same time, curiosity got the best of her. “Um, who does that, exactly?”
“Lube you up?” Jessica asked in a tone she might use to discuss the weather. “I can do that. But you’d enjoy it more if one of the guys did. What’ll happen is, Finn will give you direction as to placement once you’re onstage. The curtains will be down so no one can see you, and he’ll leave, giving you about ten minutes or so to get ‘situated’. Then he’ll do one last check on positioning and any touch-ups that are needed. After that… It’s show time!”
Just like that. Piece of cake.
She swallowed down nervous anxiety welling in her throat.
“And how long do we…pose?” Annabelle asked.
“Two minutes. There’s a timer in the corner that will chime at the one-minute mark. No one but those onstage can hear it. Then it’ll chime again just before the curtain drops. We found that was an easy way to let the models know how long they’ve been onstage. Apparently, it can seem like you’re standing there forever.”
Oh God. With a cock in her ass, one in her pussy and one in her mouth… Yeah, it probably would feel like forever. Especially since they’d have to stand perfectly still, rather than indulge themselves in the eroticism of the pose.
Jessica let her use the restroom before going to work on her other arm and then finishing up the rest of her body as she stood. Jessica picked up the conversation where she’d left off as Brooke served another champagne split. “The curtain will fall back into place, and then you guys just take your time untangling yourselves and come out whenever.”
She smiled up at Annabelle, a twinkle in her eyes. As if to say, “Enjoy!”
Wasn’t that Annabelle’s plan from the onset?
She dragged in a long breath, let it out slowly. She was now covered with green paint and the fan blew on her. The breeze and the tightening of the paint as it dried on her skin made her nipples ridiculously hard. The thought of Eric and his partners pleasuring her before they “untangled” made her wet. The idea of where all those cocks would fit made her pulse jump and her cunt ache to be filled. Even her asshole seemed to tingle with anticipation.
Though she hadn’t answered Yvette’s question, the truth was, she’d had anal sex once before. In college, during her “experimental” phase. Admittedly, it hadn’t been the absolute best sex she’d ever had, but then again, she’d been shit-faced on tequila so the memory was a bit fuzzy. She’d been sore the next day, of course. Had no delusions that would be the case this time too. Especially following Yvette’s assessment of her soon-to-be sex partners.
Yet there was something about the idea of three men pleasuring her that completely overshadowed the discomfort she’d feel.
Not to mention, the blatant kiss-off to her stuffy self was highly enticing. Making her even more excited.
Yes, she wanted to do this.
When she was dry, Finn came in, paintbrush at the ready. He added low and highlights to her body with creamy grey paint, then white. The stroke of the brush on her skin was incredibly erotic, especially since her flesh had turned sensitive and tingly with the thoughts running rampant through her mind.
Kneeling before her, he said, “Spread your legs wide.” He had to paint her mound because Jessica had left that part of her body for him.
One swipe of the soft bristles and the cool paint along her labia and Annabelle lit up like a Roman candle. “Oh!”
She gripped the metal frame of the chair on either side of her hips.
Finn grinned up at her. “Try not to squirm. If I get these last parts finished in time for them to dry, it’s less touch-up work right before the curtain rises.”
She rolled her eyes. “Not like you’re painting a wall or a canvas, you know? That’s a pretty sensitive body part.”
His look was playfully evil as he slid the brush over her clit. “Consider it foreplay. You’re going to need to be wet—and I’m not talking about the paint.”
“I already am,” she muttered.
Finn used the brush to paint pink flower petals on her chest and breasts, the bristles gliding over her nipples as he worked, making her desperate to feel them rolled between fingers or suckled. Her breathing grew shallow and her body seemed to liquefy. By the time he was done with her front and back, she was this close to coming.
“Let’s get you onstage,” he said, taking her by the hand and leading her down the hallway.
As they walked, the slick, bare folds between her legs rubbed together. Annabelle’s nervousness and excitement escalated with every step they took.