A Wor of Art

Her smile beamed as she looked up into my face from besides me at the bar.

Her demeanour relaxed her company pleasant enough. She seemed to have something about her, not just a personality but she seemed almost worldly wise, intellectual. Of course I was hideously doing her down there was no reason why an Escort couldn't be both attractive and intelligent. It was just in my experience it was mainly one and not the other. I'd come across plenty of models with perfect bodies searching exclusive Gentleman's services online but very few had managed to hold down a conversation that even hinted towards an IQ.

Avery Jensen, seemed different on many levels. Very much on a base level I'd chosen her for her looks. As I'd watched her walk into the bar in the little black halter neck dress a little over an hour ago I'd not been disappointed. Standing at least six foot tall in her strapped heels the dress hugged her perfectly proportioned curves, accentuating toned nylon clad legs that were easily her best feature. Her deep blue eyes fixed on me as she dropped her head to her left shoulder a little, curling slightly wavy blonde hair idly around the fingers of her left hand as she did so.

Avery, of Danish heritage as she'd informed me, sipped on the glass of champagne, her third as she told me all about a recent modelling assignment she had undertaken at a Villa in Majorca. Modelling swim wear for a magazine I pretended I knew the name of but in reality had no knowledge of what so ever. She'd been open and honest about everything so far, even explaining her selective approach to evenings such as tonight. I had no doubt that the sum of two thousand five hundred pounds that was due to be transferred to her account in the morning, for one nights work, played in to the equation favourably.

"So you're an Artist?" she offered, glancing back up at me and for the first time I note the sprinkle off freckles across the bridge of her nose and the tops of her cheeks, visible through the light application of make up she wears.

"I am," I confidently state not braking my gaze from her.

"Would I have seen any of your work anywhere then?" Avery genuinely enquired. "Or do you work commissions for private sales and the like."

"A little of both..." I take a sip from my own champagne. "I've a pop up display at a Warehouse the other side of the City tomorrow night as it goes... maybe you can come along"

"I'd like that." She offered sincerely. "My friend Anna is big into art ...perhaps I can bring her along."

"Guest of honour," I nod raising my champagne glass.

Avery smirks a little, "Guest of honour." She repeats with a sincere smile as I clink my glass to hers.

**********

On all fours on the double bed I claim her.

Stripped to the waist stood behind her as she's positioned across the width of the bed, facing a plain white wall I take her with deep hard thrusts that slowly build in momentum. There's little tantric about my style, she has a role to fulfil, I have a goal to achieve.

Her black dress lays discarded to her side. As I'd requested under neath the dress she'd worn only the opaque black stockings held up by a black lace detail suspender belt that matches the delicate little black panties I had pulled to one side to enter her. I keep brutally fucking her my hands tightly gripping her slender toned hips as she does her best to match the momentum of my thrusts, the tight walls of her ever moistening little slit clench around me as I use her.

Avery s head rests on her arms which stretch out before her, gently clenching the pristine white duvet beneath her. In the sterile hotel suite she gives her self to me, this exquisite looking model lets me fuck her. The oral arousal she diligently provided on her knees before assuming her position on the bed had been an enticing little hor d'oeuvre to this the main course. She copes well but there's a lack of passion from the sex, a lack of caring on my behalf and the sterile need to simply accommodate on her behalf. She's little more than a glamorous living sex doll. Yet with each deep thrust into her slender body I hear a little heavy pant on an exhale pass her cherry red lips.

"Are you going to make me cum Avery?" I challenge her.

She remains silent, not engaging as my hips work harder, pushing myself deeper into her perfect lithe body. My legs locked my grip on her hips maintained I work her knowing given time that I would inevitably cum just holding her to the bed like this, I decide to draw conclusions to a head though. I decide to alter the perspective.

"Your hands," I state on heavy breath.

"Uh-huh," she rather I enthusiastically responds.

"Bring then ... bring them behind ...your back... give them to me." I utter punctuated by the deep harshness of my thrusts.

Slowly she brings her arms out from beneath her, her head dropping down into the surface of the duvet her face turning to her right, so as her left cheek pushes back and forth across the soft plush bed covering as I keep fucking her. I take hold log her wrists in my hands as she presents them, extending her arms behind her as I increase my pace. Avery grasps gently at the new sensation as I pull her up off the bed using my strength against her frailty.

"Oh fuck," she gently sincerely whispers. There's a pained hiss to her words though as my new angle of penetration is felt by the both of us I don't doubt.

The two little words in semi protest inspire me. Holding her perfect upper body up off the bed as she adjusts the position of her knees slightly I begin to fuck her with greater abandon, holding her wrists tight as I thrust harshly in to her tightness.

"Oh my god ...oh my god," she pleads.

"Make me cum Avery ...make me cum," I demand of her feeling her clench her tight little cunt around me in response.

I use her I tightness as I stretch her arms back holding her taught, watching her upper body absorb every hard deep thrust now. With her shoulders pulled back her head hangs low, blonde hair obscuring a glimpse of her face even as she arches her back a little. Avery breathes short shallow breaths hardly able to utter a word against my maintained prowess, my literal physical hold over her body. My hips pounding against her pert ass, framed by the straps of the suspender belt as I take her viscously building towards my now inevitable climax.

"Avery," I whisper through my own labourer heavy breath.

My hips Jack hammer away with my dick buried deep inside of her. Her short sharp pained breaths almost in unison with my heavy grunts of exertion.

"That's... that's... oh that's..." I utter as I force myself deep inside of her and without further warning I climax heavily. Holding her arms stretched, keeping her body raised off the bed as I shudder and fill her unprotected womb with my seed. A perk for which I paid extra for and provided her agency with certification to prove my sexual health.

"Thank you," I coldly whisper as I hold her rigid body.

For a prolonged moment I hold her there in my grip, her shoulders pinned back, her arms extended. On heavy breath I let her feel the warm wet deposit that finally fully oozes from me deep into her. I assume her to be on birth control and can't help but wonder how often, despite her earlier clarification, that in her professional capacity as an Escort or as a Model this is a normal occurrence. Her friendly facade in the bar admittedly not being matched by the sterility of the fuck that she let me control, all as if part of the routine, part of the process. The next phase of my plan, carefully detailed to her would be part of my process, but would be far from normal for her I was certain.

"Hold on to that," I callously state.

Avery simply nods her head a little in agreement. Fully aware of what she's agreed to, knowing that the moment has arrived. I pull slowly out of her keeping a grip on her wrists as my sodden dick slips with ease from her moist little hole.

"Let's get you stood," I instruct, immediately pulling at her wrists as cautiously, silently, she moves back to the edge of the bed and lowers stocking clad feet to the hotel suite floor. I turn her around to face the second double bed in the twin room. She takes a deep exhale as her eyes fall across the bed. I let go of her arms as she does and I move past her to the base of the bed, stowing my dick back in to my black jeans as I do and fastening the waistband as I pull them back on to my hips.

"You just need to lay yourself across the bed ...arms to your side ...legs apart a little."

Avery nods a little pensively as I watch her face etched now with a visible concern.

"And ...and if..." her subtle accent falters on the words she speaks.

"If you want me to stop at any moment ...the safe word is Indigo." I reiterate once again what had previously been discussed at length.

Extending my right arm I start to peel back the top sheet of the vac-bed that I'd set up in the room hours earlier, prior to meeting the young Dane in the bar. The heavy sound of the plastic peeling back fills the room and I watch her slender arms wrap around her toned stomach, a small clear stud sat in the recess of her belly button on a piercing catches the light as she shifts a little nervously.

"Only when you're ready." I reassuringly offer on fully pulling back the top clear layer of semi opaque heavy duty plastic.

Avery looks to me briefly and I offer a weak smile. She lets out a slight nervous sigh as she steps forward, turning away from me she sits herself on the edge of the bed before swinging her stocking clad legs around and laying back across the black bottom layer of plastic that's held by a simple semi rigid frame. She takes a moment to adjust as I watch her nervously inhale and exhale. A fine sheen of sweat coats her body from the physical exertion as she closes her eyes and rests her arms to her side as I'd instructed.

"Ready?" I encourage come enquire of the blonde.

"Yes," Avery nervously states on little more than a whisper.

"Let's make you a work of art then." I state.

Without delay I pull the top clearer sheet of plastic loosely across her semi naked body. She remains silent and still. Her exposed, ample, breasts rising and falling with nervous heavy breath, her eyes follow me across the room as I pull the plastic back double on itself covering her, slightly obscuring her. Walking to the top end of the bed I reach out to ensure that the punctured holes align with her nostrils.

"Try not to move," I offer although in either fear or anticipation she doesn't move a muscle. My hand finds the plastic zip lock that sits above her right hand side, leant over her I begin to draw the zip closed and start to encase her within the plastic. As I run the zip parallel to her body down the left hand side I watch her. She swallows hard in anticipation her legs shift a little and she try's to ascertain the best way to hold her head. I don't pause I don't hesitate, confidently I run the zip the length of her body and then turn the right angled corner to the base and zip the vac-bed fully closed over her.

My heart beats in my chest with anticipation, my hands clammy, and I let go of a heavy breath I hadn't known that I was holding onto. Lay across the bed Avery's chest rises and falls heavier than ever, her stare remains set on the ceiling above her as she awaits whats to follow.

"Relax... stay calm and stay still," I calmly state as I reach for the vacuum pump plugged into the mains that attaches to the top right corner of the vac-bed. I don't wait, I don't offer anything further to my beautiful subject as I flick a black switch with my thumb and the pump whirs noisily, although no more noisier than a hairdryer, as the slow steady sound of the motor comes fully to life, the alien sound filling the room.

Setting the pump back down on the bedside table I walk slowly to the end of the bed to observe what's about to transpire. At first very little happens. Avery fidgets every so slightly. Her legs rock a little and her fingers feel at the plastic beneath her. Slowly steadily though in the corners of the vac-bed I watch the plastic start to fall rigid as the air is sucked from what effectively constitutes a plastic bag.

"Nice and still Avery ...nice and still now."

Her eyes look down at me, just as I see it she must feel it. The plastic top sheet begins to draw tense over her body. Pulling down already, causing her to point her feet away to the sides as the vacuum builds. My breath heavy and excited once more as I watch her, silently willing her not to panic. I feel my arousal starting to strain at the back of my fly as I observe her submission, her surrender to an experience the likes of which she must surely never have experienced. The plastic now sucking around her body, clinging to her thighs, tucking in around the hips I'd been clenching while fucking her. Upper dissected by the stockings and suspenders wrapped in the tight unforgiving plastic. Her fingers still fidget but as I keep watching as the plastic pulls taught across her right hand setting rigid and pinning her fingers to the black coloured plastic beneath her.

Her breasts push a little flatter against her chest, I note the tell tale scars beneath the flesh orbs that indicate their enhancement, I cast my eyes up her neck to her face as the vacuum forms around her face and head. Long blonde hair splayed out held flat either side of her pretty petite face. Her lips seem to fall open a touch as the plastic pulls taught across her face. The breath holes for her nostrils remain central allowing her the opportunity to draw limited breath through the restriction that now grips her whole body.

The vacuum pump switches off automatically with the last of the air removed from the vac-bed. I take a moment to observe my capture. My eyes drawn to the damp little patch to the front of her black delicate panties where my ejaculate attempts to seep from her body. I grin looking into her wild wide eyes, the movement of her eyeballs seemingly the only movement she can make from every part of her partially clothed body.

"Avery..." I shake my head "...you look fucking perfect."

I hear the feint restricted sound she makes but I pay her little attention.

"You're a work of art now."

**********

The batwing collar of my formal shirt digs into my neck a little as I take a slug of Brandy from the tumbler I hold in my left hand.

As I walk through the red brick walled room in the warehouse I take in the ambience, the background chatter and soft piano music that plays. The room full of a sea of mainly male but occasional female faces, some of whom I recognise but a larger percentage being total strangers. Whoever they are I don't care so long as they have funds in their accounts and are willing to purchase, then I've no genuine concern who they are.

"Another fine collection my friend." I hear, from behind to my left, stated on a booming deep voice that's thick with an unmistakable Russian accent.

"Glad you approve Sergei." I offer as he shakes me firmly by the hand with a vice like string grip.

"The quality of your recent work I think you are trying bankrupt me no," the Russian dressed in a crisp fitting tuxedo, that seems a better fit than my own, offers with a broad grin.

"I feel bad explaining to a former Soviet the pressures of Market prices." I offer with my own more subtle lopsided grin.

"Value always has a price."

"If you'll forgive me my friend..." I raise my glass to him. "We are about to get under way ...good luck in the auction."

"Udachi as we say in Moscow," Sergei Kolonikov offers back to me as I nod and walk away.

Pushing through the gentle crowds who loiter I hear the PA system crackle into life.

"Ladies and gentlemen if you would take your seats please ...the first auction will commence in exactly five minutes."

My presence, my role, is abstract to many as I step aside and let the crowd pass towards the lines of chairs set before the black lectern. As the crowd disperse I step before her. Her eyes burning into mine as she recognises me, a mixture of hatred and fear fills those bluest of eyes.

The vac-bed now mounted into a thick black wooden frame which is hung from each top corner on steel ropes that extend to the rafters. A gold plaque set in the base of the frame reads 'Lot Three'. I cast my eye one last time over her perfect model figure. Hung to her left a French brunette, called Lauren, trapped framed behind translucent plastic and to her left a pale skinned auburn haired Irish girl named Siobhan held in exactly the same manner. Both girls dressed in the same matching attire of black lingerie as Avery Jensen.

I raise my near empty tumbler to the blonde, my most recent conquest, the girl to whom I'd made a promise only twenty four hours earlier.

"Guest of honour not as you imagined it would be Avery?"