Part 2
It was two days later before Rebecca was able to pick up the Journal again. The next few pages had Rebecca in tears, as Roberta wrote of her despair of seeing James's ship set sail and the emptiness she now felt after all the recent time they had spent together. However, she also wrote about how she had found solace in her new gift, and of the embarrassment she had felt, in obtaining such pleasure from the phallic object.
Then, Roberta had received James's gift from Marseille. She had written of being overjoyed that the ship had arrived safely but also of being totally bemused that of all things he should send her a few paint brushes.
Rebecca remembered the letter she had read a couple of days earlier, the one that James had written to accompany the paint brushes, but it didn't provide any more help.
However, Roberta's next diary entry was altogether different.
In it, she explained that just the following night, after she had pleasured herself with the walrus tusk dildo, she had dropped off to sleep only to have the most bizarre dream.
She explained that in her dream she had suddenly awoken to the sound of raucous music and found herself dancing around on stage with eleven other girls. They were all dancing the Cancan, kicking their legs up in the air and twirling around, their skirts billowing out. Then just as the music stopped, the girls all dropped to the floor performing the splits.
Roberta couldn't believe that her dream appeared so realistic, and she really believed it was her dancing. As the curtain dropped, the girls all ran giggling from the stage, down onto the floor of the salon to mingle with the patrons. As Roberta circulated amongst the audience, a very handsome young man, who introduced himself as Max Borliose, the very person whom James had mentioned in his letter, approached her.
Max had praised Roberta on her performance on stage and asked if she had ever considered modelling for an artist, to which Roberta had replied that she had never been asked. Max then apologised for having been so forward but explained that he had recently used a few of the other dancers as models, and wondered if she would consent to model for him as well. At the mention of a payment for her services, Roberta had agreed.
Suddenly, Roberta found herself in a pleasantly furnished attic flat. She had no idea how she had got there, nor indeed where it was, but she was wandering around a comfortable sitting room, perusing the other pictures, photos, and books that stood around on various pieces of furniture.
Hearing a noise, Roberta turned to find Max returning from an adjacent room, now wearing his artists smock and inviting Roberta to join him in his studio. As she entered Roberta gasped, strewn around the room and leaning against walls were numerous canvases, all of which seemed based on a similar theme. But, from where Roberta stood all seemed to be still life, there were no pictures of her fellow dancers.
Turning angrily to look at Max, he simply asked her to look a little more closely. Approaching the first Roberta did that, looking carefully at the exquisitely painted fruit and crockery and other miscellaneous items, but still could not see anything.
Then suddenly, a shape seemed to appear in the background, and as Roberta started to focus on that and not the foreground objects, she gasped as if by magic, a female form appeared, not only that, but it was also a naked female form. Although not totally apparent, the curve of the breast and an odd nipple were obvious but blended in with the other objects. This was very clever artwork thought Roberta.
As she turned to look at Max in awe, he was smiling broadly and explained that he used the naked female form as a means to display the other objects. He continued that, as she could see the pictures were in no way disgraceful, as the model was discretely covered, but they were extremely suggestive, because of what the observer thought they could see. Max then asked if she could recognise any of her fellow dancers, and as Roberta moved from picture to picture, she could indeed name many of his previous sitters.
Roberta also noticed one other interesting feature. In each of the pictures, the model appeared to have what looked like a long creamy white cylindrical object between their legs, hiding their pubic areas and so she asked what it was.
Max pointed over to a table, standing against the opposite wall, where many of the objects he used in his pictures were piled up. As Roberta approached, she saw the object and picked it up, turning the smooth, cool, and as she could now see, slightly tapered object round in her hands. She giggled as well, when she realised that the tapered end had also been shaped to look like the head of a penis.
Max explained that it was a walrus tusk, that he had found in a nearby antique shop, and thought it would be interesting to include in his pictures. Then, he asked Roberta that now that she had seen his studio and his work, would she be willing to model for him. Hesitantly, Roberta agreed, she needed the money.
Max profusely thanked her, and from his pocket produced the money that she had been promised. This came as a shock to Roberta as she hadn't expected to see any money until long after the picture had been completed.
With her money safely in her small purse, she then started to disrobe, being a dancer, it was not unusual to find herself stripping off in front of a man, it often happened when 'special' patrons visited backstage. Soon, she was standing there naked, and a little surprised at how embarrassed Max appeared to be by her nudity, but it was quite endearing. She thought she might even give him a 'little gift' once she had finished modelling.
With his model now ready, Max directed Roberta to lie down on the chaise longue, in particular for Roberta, he wanted her to lie down on her right-hand side, with her right leg flat along the chaise but her left leg lifted and bent. Roberta smiled, anyone coming into the room would get a right eyeful of her exposed pussy, and she was interested to see what Max was going to use hide her pussy in this picture.
With Roberta in a comfortable position, Max began scurrying back and forwards between the table and the chaise longue with items, draping them around Roberta's body. Within minutes, Roberta was sure that anyone entering would have much more difficulty in identifying her or parts of her anatomy, although her pussy was still plainly in sight.
Just then, Max returned from the table with the walrus tusk and with trembling hands placed it between Roberta's open legs covering her pubic area. The hard, cold object made her pussy lips tingle. Or was it Max's touch? She didn't care; she was becoming aroused.
Max busied himself behind his easel, as Roberta lay there, her pussy still tingling from the slight pressure applied by the tusk. She began to fantasise that Max was standing behind his easel, naked like she was. She fantasised that as Max sketched and painted her, his penis became more and more erect.
Roberta let her mind go with her dream, becoming more and more aroused as she imagined Max standing there, looking at her occasionally before returning to his canvas, with his hard cock, painfully erect, poking skywards. Roberta even imagined she that see could see precum oozing from the tip of Max's organ.
She lay there feeling her pussy becoming more and more moist as she became more turned on. The urge to surreptitiously slip a hand down between her thighs, and slip a finger into her slippery pussy, was growing every minute as she lay there.
But then, Roberta began to feel a strange sensation between her thighs.
Although she had not moved one little inch since Max had positioned all the different objects, with her supine position, slightly tilted onto her right hip and her legs spread as they were, the phallic object, the walrus tusk, was lying almost on top of her right inner thigh.
But to Roberta's mind it appeared to be moving, however slightly. It caused the young woman to blush, as it suddenly occurred to her that perhaps it was her own juices, that she was sure were, by now, oozing from her vagina that was causing the pale white tusk to slide on her skin.
Roberta lay there, focusing all her attention on the phallic object, trying to ascertain whether it was actually moving, or just her highly sexually charged mind imagining it. After a minute or two, Roberta was convinced that it was, she could feel it slipping ever so slowly back down between her thighs.
And as it did it was sliding over her sensitive labia, which she could now tell were coated with copious amounts of her juices, to the extent that she could smell her own arousal. She blushed profusely, feeling herself get even hotter and more aroused, anticipating at any moment that Max would detect her perfume and come and investigate.
Fortunately, Max was in another world, he had his brushes and palette in hand and a still life which to paint. What more could an artist want? However, his sharp eye did notice the change in colouring of Roberta's skin, especially her neck and upper chest, which he had not adorned or draped with miscellany. He couldn't at that time though, discern the slight movement of the walrus tusk that Roberta could.
Roberta lay there, almost squirming, as she felt the ivory phallus slip further and further down between her legs. She was almost convinced that it also appeared to be feeling warmer as it slid over her now very puffy and glistening labia. The sensations now coursing through Roberta's body were so enticing, she was sure that if they continued, she would climax, and that would be really embarrassing she thought to herself, almost making herself giggle at the idea.
Max continued to duck from behind the canvas as he focussed on areas of the picture to quickly sketch then apply the broad outlines of brushstrokes. He could then spend time filling in the detail at a later date, but he wanted to make sure that he got enough of Roberta completed on this potentially one and only visit. As a result, he was scarcely aware of the dilemma that was rapidly overtaking his beautiful young muse.
It was the only thing on Roberta's mind, as the polished smooth tusk continued to inextricably slide lower between her legs. She couldn't believe that Max had not noticed and come to her rescue and was sure that should she move herself to correct it, or break Max's concentration by letting him know, he would not be very happy at all. So, she resigned herself to letting the object lose its position completely before anything might happen.
The tusk continued to move, slipping slowly yet relentlessly between Roberta's spread thighs, and to her uncertain surprise it appeared to be continuing to warm and also by some impossibility, to press down harder, splitting her engorged labia, and arouse her sensitive clitoris. Roberta was breathing much harder and becoming more flushed as this exquisite torture continued.
For the next five minutes or so Roberta continued to track the minute movement of the tusk, as it still slid down between her legs. But suddenly she gasped, as to her utmost disbelief the movement of the tusk changed.
By now, the tip of the tusk had worked its way down to just below Roberta's clitty, and she had breathed a sigh of relief, as the intense sensations that the tusk created, as it pressed against her sensitive bud, had stopped.
But to her horror the tip of the tusk appeared to be worming around as if looking for the opening of her vagina. Again, slowly and indeterminately, it located Roberta's streaming slit and began to gradually and deliberately force an entry into Roberta's passage.
