This is a work of fiction. The characters, events, and incidents in this novel are wholly the product of the author's imagination and have no substance in reality. Any resemblance to actual persons whether by similarity of name or description, is entirely coincidental. All characters in this novel are over eighteen years of age.
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On the opening night of her show in Bolen's Gallery Cassie had her fingers crossed, but if the liveliness in the gathering crowd was any test her paintings were a success. Not that it was a big crowd but the gallery was comfortably filled.
Champagne flowed abundantly, the chatter was endless, and people stayed once they came. She and Bolen made the introductions for each other when they could and when they couldn't someone else did. She stood amidst her paintings gauging their pulling power by how long they held the viewers and which ones were the most attractive by the numbers of people gathered in front of them. Bolen was very attentive. When his hand wasn't resting on her naked shoulder during an introduction it was planted in the middle of her bare back. How long before it descended between visitors to her silken clad buttocks would be a function of his intake of champagne. Fortunately there seemed to be a sufficiency of guests to keep him occupied and then amongst them she saw Marcus Dalton approaching. He had eyes only for her and her cheeks were well in bloom when Bolen saw him.
"Ah, Mr. Dalton what a pleasure," he enthused. "You've met Miss Rollins I understand."
"Oh yes, I have had the pleasure." Dalton replied, and as he took her hand anyone reading Cassie's blush might have guessed just how much pleasure he'd had in making her acquaintance.
"We're most grateful to you Mr. Dalton for recognizing Cassie's talent."
"Well obviously I am deeply impressed with her paintings and it only hints at the range of talents that she possesses."
"You're too generous, Mr. Dalton," Cassie returned with a wry smile that acknowledged the erotic range of their dalliance.
"Perhaps you would give me a tour of your latest efforts with your brush?" he asked smoothly as he drew her away from Bolen.
"My pleasure," was all she could say.
"Indeed, my dear! I'm pleased to hear you enjoyed it as much as I did," Dalton teased.
"You embarrass me," she murmured.
"I know. You're absolutely gorgeous when you blush like that. It reminds me of the flush I saw spreading over your gorgeous naked little body as you straddled my loins on that unforgettable evening. And now you show as exquisitely in that gown as you did when I first saw you. How is the divine little Amy?"
"She left Atherton Estates the next day and hasn't been back."
"I see. And what of our other 'artistic' endeavors? Surely you aren't going to abandon our efforts?"
"I have my hands full with my painting as you can see."
"As I recall it wasn't only your hands that were full when I last saw you, and you were performing magnificently. In fact I've never known a more creditable performance." He sighed his hand curling about her waist and sliding down over the smooth silk of her dress to find the taut measure of her shapely slim buttock and cup it sensuously in his palm.
"Flattery will get you anywhere," Cassie laughed dryly over his reference again to their orgy with the gorgeous Amy and Denise accompanied by Laura's strikingly mature beauty.
"Truly, I am counting on another masterwork from you. You have an undeniable talent. Honestly I can see it in all these paintings before us. You have only to apply your skill and your instincts to what we all experienced together to produce many equally satisfying masterpieces of erotica for us both. A small favor don't you think, considering...?" Dalton probed as they wandered into one of the more secluded aisles of the gallery and stopped before one of her early creations.
He had touched her with his last sally. This exhibit of her work never would have happened if he hadn't purchased 'Dawn' and encouraged his friends to contact Bolen's Gallery.
"What do you have in mind?" Cassie asked.
"You know what my appetites are my dear," he answered.
"As I recall we did the whole 'guy on girls on girls menu' with you," she laughed wryly as he cuddled her loins to his hip.
"Choose the dish that appeals the most to you", he smiled, "above all I want your enthusiastic participation."
"I'll see what I can do," Cassie offered at last.
"Yes, darling," he said urging her into a succulent passage of her sex against his thigh. "I already know what you can do. And now tell me about this little charmer in front of us."
"Her name is Tracy. She's a delight isn't she?"
"Indeed" Dalton enthused. "Is she one of Leo's protégées?"
"No, she's one of mine," Cassie replied as they turned to the next rendering of the girl.
"Ah, those late late teen years are so delightful," Dalton sighed wistfully taking the measure of the girl's lovely derriere, her luscious cheeks spread to the revelation of her ample sex.
"Yes. She's one of Amy's classmates who also has taken up modeling," Cassie explained.
"Does she have Amy's other talents?" Dalton probed.
"I really don't know. All she did was pose for me."
"Pity," Dalton sighed, "didn't you find her tempting?"
"Very! But I'm trying to sublimate my instincts in the interest of my career."
"What sacrifices we make in the name of art," he sighed.
"Any chance of an introduction to this little sweetheart," he finished.
