Previously (in Exhibitionist and Voyeur):
Petra's Proteges, Ch. 01: Gabriella- Petra Stanwick owns an art gallery filled with erotic photos of her taken by her former Professor Edwards for his lectures. To get more variety in the shop, she seduces student model Gabriella as her protege.
Petra's Proteges, Ch. 02: Christina- Another of the Professor's student models is more reluctant about nude photography. However, Petra persuades her to pose for some hot selfies while Edwards watches them from hiding.
Chapter 3: Chloe and Mitch
The mirrored wall installed in the gallery was meant to enhance Petra Stanwick's erotic art shop. But some nights, she can't resist pulling down the shades to love her naked body in front of it.
After too much wine, Petra is in the mood to dance this evening. She trains a spotlight on the glass wall, then strips down to perform alone under the light. Her fingers caress her pale skin, teasing and stimulating her private flesh. The sensuous dance becomes increasingly sexual, as her lithe body is reflected back for an imagined audience.
The gallery owner's head is filled with lewd desires as she twirls in front of the mirror admiring her naked form. Recent encounters with student models Gabriella and Christina scroll through her overheated brain as she sways to music from her phone. Petra's fine breasts move in time, her long black hair brushing tender nipples to pert points. Just twenty-four years old, Petra is in her sexual prime.
The shop owner's business expansion is moving along as smoothly as she is at the moment. Her friend and former college teacher, Professor William Edwards, is financing her efforts, and with his help, she'll stock a wider range of nude photography in the shop. Two of his current students have already accepted her offer to mentor them so their naked images can hang in her gallery.
Petra's mind wanders as she dances. Will two proteges be enough? Brisk sales to her expanding customer base suggest that a greater range of models might appeal to even more buyers. Besides that, her plans to sell sex-related products and lingerie could include private demonstration nights and fashion shows. Surely she'd need more models for that.
Yes, more proteges would be perfect. But who? Petra knows that few women will display all their charms in public- not even her daring girlfriend, buxom blonde Emmeline Jones. She had once auditioned for a gentleman's magazine, and posed for Professor Edwards' camera a few times when visiting Petra from another college. But, so far she had refused to have her photos displayed for sale.
Then Petra remembers one other possibility, Chloe Grey, an attractive young admirer of erotic art. She regularly comes to the shop, and recently they'd been intimate in the gallery storeroom. Can she be persuaded to pose nude, Petra wonders? It's a longshot at best.
Suddenly Petra hears noise from the sidewalk in front of her shop, followed by rapping on the window. Is it passersby or something more threatening? It startles her and she quickly grabs her robe to cover up. The mood broken, Petra turns off the spotlight and hastily rushes up the internal stairway to her apartment overhead.
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The following week:
Near the end of a wet, dreary day very few customers have appeared. Then the little bell over the door rings, and Petra steps out of her office to greet the new arrival. There are two people, a woman she knows and a man she doesn't recognize.
"Hi Petra! How are you today?"
"So good to see you again, Chloe Grey. Always a pleasure!"
"Yes, I know," she smirks. "Always."
Her new girlfriend dresses well and today is no exception. Curly ginger hair frames a lovely face. Her warm smile and lively green eyes are very friendly, while her shapely form under that tweed dress also draws Petra's interest. The dress is short enough to reveal her curvy hips and long legs. Little wonder Petra finds Chloe so sexually appealing.
Then she checks the tall, handsome fellow, physically her new friend's ideal match. He's well turned out too, with a burnished leather jacket and polished boots. He has that angular sort of face exuding strength and determination, and black hair that sweeps back, long and stylish. Petra likes his looks.
"This is Mitch, my boyfriend. He wants to meet you."
This puts Petra off a bit, thinking that Chloe may have told him about their recent intimacies. Does Mitch know about this? Does Petra's erotic art gallery suggest that she might be as available to him as the nude images she sells?
"Hi Mitch. Interested in art, are you?"
"Not much, though I like this kind," he grins, looking across the gallery.
"Mitch, look around for a bit while I talk with Petra, OK?"
"Sure, Baby," and he ambles off to the far side of the room.
"Petra," Chloe whispers, "I have a huge favour to ask. I made the mistake of telling him what we did in the storage room. He's been pestering me ever since, and... well, I've been thinking about it a lot too."
The shop owner wonders what might be coming next. What favour?
"And?"
"He's a hunk, but he's so gentle. He... he wants to see us."
Petra is surprised. "What! You and me loving like we did?"
"And him too, if you're fine with it. Otherwise, he promised just to watch. It excites him."
"I don't know about that. I'm no whore...."
Chloe interrupts. "He's really nice, but insistent, and I don't want to lose him. I know it's a lot to ask, and I promise you a big favour down the line. Please!" she begs. "He won't do anything more than you let him. Besides, I want you so much myself."
"Hmmm...it's almost time to close the shop now, Chloe. You two look around the gallery while I think about."
Petra weighs the decision. Storeroom sex with her friend had been fun, and she knows that Chloe is hot for it today. Mitch is very appealing too, though it could be risky if her jealous boyfriend Darren ever finds out.
Then Petra remembers that there might be a favour she could call in someday. She's been wondering if Chloe would pose for some erotic photography, even just suggestive soft stuff. Perhaps there could be some pictures to test the waters? If that went well, Petra would help her with some modelling tips- another protege.
Mitch and Chloe wait expectantly for her decision. They look apprehensive, particularly Petra's girlfriend who is probably thinking that the whole thing is a bad idea. She shouldn't have let Mitch talk her into this, but she can be so submissive to him. What must Petra think of her now?
Actually, Petra rather likes the idea. Giving in might have its rewards. She stares straight at Chloe with a sly look, then grins at Mitch.
"It's been a long day. Come upstairs for a drink with me."
The couple break into broad smiles and Chloe clutches Petra's hand.
"Thanks so much! I think we all need one. Don't you, Mitch?"
He beams. "Definitely! One for strength. Another for courage!"
They all laugh, then go to the back of the shop and up the steps. The lounge is just inside the upper door. Petra turns to Mitch, pointing to the side chair.
"You sit there, and we'll take the sofa. Get comfortable while I get some drinks. Wine for you Chloe?... And you Mitch? I have Chablis or scotch.... Sure, my guy friends always want the hard stuff."
First she puts on her playlist, and a music mix pours from a speaker behind the sofa. Soon she's back with the alcohol, then excuses herself.
"I'm going to slip into something more comfortable. My feet are killing me- these shoes."
Chloe and Mitch whisper in the lounge while Petra tidies up the bed and changes her clothes.
"I can't believe that she agreed to this, Baby."
"You have to stay in that chair, Mitch. I promised you'd just watch unless she says you can join."
"She's so hot! Fuck, it'll be hard to see you on the sofa and not jump in."
"Don't ruin everything," Chloe hisses impatiently. "I got us this far, so be happy with that."
"Alright, alright. I'll try."
"Just watch us unless she allows you more. This doesn't have to be the only time, you know."
At that point, the hostess returns. Mitch's eyes open wide because now Petra is wrapped in a short robe, loosely tied at the waist- is she naked underneath? He can see a thick silver necklace disappearing down into her cleavage and her fresh ruby lipstick catches his attention. Her hair is brushed out so that it tumbles across her shoulders and down her back.
Mitch lets out a low whistle, met by a stern glance from his girlfriend.
"That's better," Petra says brightly. "Now a glass for myself and we can unwind."
Soon she flounces back from the kitchenette, and plops down in the middle of the sofa close to her girlfriend. As she turns toward Chloe, raising a knee onto the seat cushion, her robe rides up her thigh, revealing white panties. She glances over at Mitch with a little smile before edging the leg a bit higher. There's only some gauzy fabric between him and nirvana.
Petra speaks to Chloe in a low voice.
"I'm so glad you came up with me. Remember last time? This will be fun too."
"Yes... yes it will." Chloe can hardly get the words out she's so nervous.
"Undo my robe now. Show me to him," Petra says softly.
Chloe's hands tremble as she leans toward her friend and takes the loose knot. At the same time, Petra holds the back of her girlfriend's neck and pulls their lips together. While Chloe fumbles with the tie, the hostess presses her tongue between all-too-willing lips. Time stands still, but not Mitch's cock, stiffening as his eyes bulge.
"Bring it down, babe," Petra directs, shaking her shoulders so that the silky fabric slowly drops to her elbows. Now her beautiful tits are bare. She lowers the wrist facing Mitch, letting the sleeve slide to the sofa. Then she turns her head toward him and whispers.
'Is this what you wanted to see, Mitch?" He bobs his head enthusiastically.
