Chapter 7 #3
“Why?”
“Because we’re going to be together for two hours, and I like to get to know my models. Helps bring life to the portrait.”
“Hmm.” June kicked both legs up. “All right. Where do I begin?”
She started from the beginning. Over the next half hour, June regaled her with the truncated story of her life.
How she tried going to community college after high school, but was bored and boundless.
She started paying her tuition with sexy photoshoots she saw advertised in a magazine.
She only had to show a little skin. I liked it.
Most scandal I enjoyed in a good long while.
Someone suggested she work at an erotic restaurant where the women were topless.
With breasts like hers? Tips poured like the beer from her pitchers.
Then she started working weekends at a neighboring strip club.
Her first brush with full-service sex work was when things got heated during a private lap dance.
One minute she was doing her thing to the Yin-Yang Twins playing on the speakers, and the next?
The good-looking client asked her how much for the full ride.
She never had a pimp or a madam. Monique was the closest to such a thing, although pleasure houses were a different beast from internet-based or street work.
While Monique did most of the grunt work to bring clients in, June was mostly paying for the privilege to work there.
She also had to follow the rules, but the rules were worth following when she could make thousands of dollars in a night.
Between the strip club and the Manoir, though, there was doing side work online.
Camming, mostly, although she took clients through Craigslist for a while.
She didn’t get into the BDSM stuff until a fellow worker asked if she wanted to try for an opening at a dungeon.
June had finally found a new home to express some of her darker tendencies.
Whippin’ and chainin’ and callin’ people filth? Sign her up! The money was awesome!
After a few years, she made it to the big show at Midnight, which Sette had heard of.
“I used to do shows there, sometimes with the same partners, other times with volunteers from the audience.” June tugged her skirt up her thighs, hoping to catch Sette’s attention.
She looked at her skin, but then returned to her canvas.
By now, she had put on a pair of spectacles that made her look like a learned professor.
Teach me something. “It was there I met Monique. She poached me, although sometimes I do exhibitions in exchange for free advertisement up here.” She might have to do that again soon if no patrons were forthcoming.
“You like this work? I mean, pardon me…”
“Yes, I do.” Better to answer her plainly than ignore the question.
Lots of people asked her if she “liked hooking,” or whatever they wanted to call it.
“I’m good at it. I enjoy it, mostly. I make way more money doing this than if I tried going back to civilian life.
” She rolled over, hair covering half her face.
“Even if I retired, I’d still do it on the side.
I get a thrill from seducing people, Dr. Christie. ”
Sette didn’t correct her. Must’ve been the purr in her voice.
June lifted one leg in the air, giving Sette a view of her thong.
Remember how I blew your mind? Remember how good I felt under your hands?
If that was for free, imagine how good I am when you’re paying me.
I’m the best. You see this pussy? You could put whatever you want in there.
I like you, Sette Christie. I’ll charge you extra to put something in me, but I’d let you have the honor in the first place.
Because it is an honor. Not just anyone gets to touch me like that.
Only the special ones. She glanced at her bottle of lube on the nightstand. Sette glanced at it, too.
“You putting that in your drawing?”
Sette smiled back at her. She didn’t have a large smile, but there was something… soft, about it. Warm. Inviting. She doesn’t smile for many people, I bet. June was feeling more special by the minute. “I don’t think there’s enough room to fit it in. You are the focus of this drawing.”
June fingered her cleavage under the guise of pulling locks of hair out of it. “I’m disappointed you don’t want me naked.”
She looked up again, this time without the smile.
No… no smile… but something else. A glint in her amber eyes.
“Who said I didn’t want you naked? I want to capture your essence, June.
You’re the first woman I’ve met in a long time who seems so genuine that she’s begging to be captured on canvas. Let alone my canvas.”
When words like that hit her ear? June was already halfway to unzipping her dress. I get paid the same either way, but I’m down for being naked. Maybe she’ll get wet.
“Hold on.” Sette held up her pencil. “Not so fast. Do it slowly.”
June finished unzipping, but didn’t hurry to rip it down her torso like she wanted. “Why’s that? If you want a striptease, it will cost you extra.”
“I don’t want a tease. I want sensuality. Not a frenzy, if you would.”
“I see. Like this?” June eased one strap of her dress down. Then the other. She glanced up to find Sette watching her from above the canvas. Those amber eyes did more than glint now. They were alive. Yeah, she was enjoying this.
“Like that.”
“You want me totally nude?”
“Then recline. I’ve sketched your outline, but I need to fill in the middle.”
“You mean these…” June slowly pulled down the front of her dress.
Delight filled her senses as she watched Sette’s reaction.
Her breath caught in her flaring nostrils.
Her cheek twitched. Her eyes tried to politely look away, to only look at her with a discerning, artistic eye, but June knew that gaze.
She wanted her.
“You like?” She tossed her hair behind her shoulders. Now her breasts were so prominent that Sette had no choice but to stare at her nipples again. She stared at them last time, too. “If you think those are pink, you haven’t seen my pussy.”
“I’ve seen my fair share of ‘pussy’ in my day, Ms. June.”
“That’s right.” She wiggled out of her dress until she kicked it onto the ground, legs spreading open.
Her thong still covered her – barely – but that woman was looking.
Fantasizing about her? She wasn’t opening her pocketbook last time, but she had already spent a grand on her.
That sort of thing was charged to Sette’s credit card the moment she walked through the door.
“You’re a doctor. Should I make a joke about you giving me an exam? ”
“Exams are no joking matter, Ms. June. You better be getting yours regularly.”
They’re compulsory if you live here. “Dunno. Maybe they did a shitty job.” Her toes curled over the edge of the bed. “I might need you to come check things out down there.”
“I’m trying to work, Ms. June.”
“So am I.”
Sette’s smile briefly disappeared from her countenance. Struck a nerve, did I? Some people didn’t like being reminded that she was a paid woman.
“So we’re clear…” June hooked her thumbs in her thong and pulled it down, exposing the last of her body for Sette to discover.
“There’s an open invitation for you to fuck me whenever you want.
In fact, you’re torturing me, Ms. Sette.
Twice now you’ve come to me, acknowledging how sexual I am while only giving me a taste of you. ”
She put her pencil away and selected another implement that June didn’t recognize. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
Cheapskate. That had to be the only reason she wasn’t between June’s legs right now. The more she rejected her, the more June wanted her to use her for the same reason other women sought her out. What a twist of fate.
Sette was both intrigued and detached. A human, but a controlled person. She was a woman of science and artistry after all. How did that work? Was she constantly dueling in her head? I know what she felt like under my mouth… How would she feel where it really counted?
“No, turn this way. No, the other way.” Finally, Sette hopped off her seat and came to the bed…
but not to manhandle her. Not like that, the tease.
Instead, she lightly touched June’s shoulders, her arms, her damned ankles as she posed her.
“I have to make sure I catch the light right. As soon as I get the details, you can put your clothes back on. I’ll do your face last.”
Sette didn’t touch June’s breasts. She definitely did not touch her thighs. The woman was living torture… because June? Her loins were hot, and her breasts ached to be touched. By her.
Sette Christie played a cruel game, and she didn’t even know it.
The artist went back to her station, sleeves rolled up, and glasses affixed to her face. The way she stared at June so intently, drinking in the sight of her body, though? She’s getting turned on. She hides it well, but she’s aroused by me. June couldn’t help but smirk.
Eventually, Sette snorted. “Could you relax your face? It’s not the image I’m going for.”
“What are you going for?” June ran her fingers through her hair, letting a few strands brush against her hardened nipples. “Maybe I can help.”
“If you must know, I’m hoping to capture a certain ambiance. A sensuality that one associates with a place like this. You should be relaxed, but aware of your surroundings. Happy, but languid.”
Whatever that meant! June decided then and there to never become an actress.
Doing porn a few years ago was difficult enough…
directors telling her how to react to someone’s mouth between her legs.
The only one who should be doing that was the woman herself!
What did a third party know, unless they were somehow a part of it?