This is part two of the body painter story - please read the first one to make sense of it! Leave comments if you like it!
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Over the course of a month or so I became a fixture at the local raves. Nothing as crazy as the last happened again, though the parade of bare skin, of asses and breasts continued. I never got tired of it. There was also the artistic side of me that was thrilled. My technique kept improving and I was able to experiment with new ways of painting bodies.
When one of the rave promoters approached me for a Halloween special, I jumped at the chance. I knew exactly what I wanted to do. I described to him what I had in mind. He loved the idea and was willing to pay for models. I would need a few hours before the doors opened in order to accomplish what I had described. That meant using professionals, not just relying on whoever might volunteer.
The evening of the rave, I arrived at the location right on time. Under the glare of the work lights, the space looked far different. The raw bones of the warehouse were exposed and instead of the magical space we saw during the rave, we could see the tin roof and exposed brick of the old converted factory that housed us now.
I set up in my usual corner. By the time my equipment was arranged, the models arrived. There were supposed to be four of them, but only three showed up. I wasn't even disappointed. These three were stunners. They were regular of the raves so they knew what the night was going to be, but they were also professional models on the side. These were not runway models; they were "art" models, modeling mostly for photographers and artists, and usually in the nude.
Frankly I barely remembered their names three seconds after they introduced themselves to me. I think it was Amber, Clarissa and Heather. They were all young and bubbly, ready to dance tonight. They mostly wore loose clothes, but I could tell that underneath them they had the tight, lithe bodies of young dancers. Amber and Clarissa were short brunettes, Amber sporting a nose ring to spice up her rather generic good looks. Heather was several inches taller, a blonde with blue streaks in her hair. She was obviously curvier than the other two, her pants held up by the hip bones revealed by her short shirt.
A fourth girl arrived, and her I knew. Kim was a make-up artist I had worked with before on another project. She was going to help quickly cover these three beauties with paint. Kim was a short woman with bright red hair, far too bright to be natural. I liked her a lot, professional without being stuck-up, she was always ready with a smile and a pun. Not the prettiest of girls but with a great smile.
With Kim there we could start. I motioned the girls towards the prepared area where I had spread a cloth tarp and a few lamps. Without hesitation, they stripped. I turned on the air pump for the paint job, casually staring at the girls. The loose clothes came off in seconds. Pants dropped, revealing long strong legs and tight asses. Off came the shirts, and out popped three sets of breasts. Amber and Clarissa sported high, tight breasts, both tipped with small brown nipples. Heather revealed a stunning pair, full and pale with pink nipples already puckered. All three had shaved their pubic hair as requested, the soft folds of their sexes peeking out from between their thighs.
I had them stand on the tarp and went to work, spraying them with broad swathes of a base color. As I worked Kim picked the outfits the rave promoters had asked them to wear. They were all revealing, skimpy dance clothes that would look sexy but fitting the Halloween theme, with black lace and orange fabric. Kim sorted them out, holding them up to the girls.
I sprayed colors and patterns on various body parts, changing this or that design as Kim found article of clothing for the girls to wear.
I have to admit the setting made the session a little more clinical than those held during the rave. In the full glare of the lights the girls became a canvas, and a professional one at that. The edge had been removed, somewhat. I still found myself kneeling in front of a naked girl, my nose inches from her pussy.
With Kim's help the session went quickly. Soon all three girls were painted and dressed. They had broad lace wings attached to their shoulders, with leather straps wrapped around their torso. I had painted their breasts so you had to look to see that they were actually topless. Heather's breast swung with her every step so it was obvious, and a little mesmerizing, that she was topless.
Boots and straps went over their legs. Heather decided to wear a thong under an orange lace mini skirt. Amber went for a pair of black booty shorts, while Clarissa proved more daring and simply wore a red g-string. Dressed, they looked stunning and, to my eyes, sexier than naked. Kim applied make-up and hair extensions, making them look even hotter.
I took out my stencils and started spraying another layer. This paint had no color. The girls were puzzled, but I quickly explained that the paint would react to ultraviolet light. They just shrugged. They were getting paid no matter what.
The rave promoter announced that the doors were about to open. I gave him the thumbs up; the girls were ready.
The lights went out, the sound system went on, and the rave took off. The girls went to their spots: little raised platforms on which they would dance all night long. I gathered my stuff and set up my area for any volunteers that might walk up tonight. Kim and I grabbed a drink and toasted ourselves; a job well done! She hugged me goodbye and was off.
When the crowds started arriving my paint job started to pay off. The lights were flashing on and off in time with the music. Whenever the lights went to black, the ultraviolet lights that remained on bathed the painted girls in their invisible light, making the UV paint glow. Suddenly they were transformed in skeletons and ghouls, their features completely changed in the darkness. The black wings became huge glowing claws, their arms and legs spiky bone-like appendages. Their rib cages were outlined, their spine a dash of stacked bone. Their breasts, soft and rounded before, became eyes and mouths.
People loved it. They loved it so much that I was soon swamped with volunteers for body paint. I spent the next hour giving people skulls for faces (the quickest and easiest paint job I could do), or outlining ribs and bones in UV paint. Soon the dance floor was a mind-altering jumble of dancing bodies, flashing in and out of existence, replaced by the dead as soon as the light went out.
And I'm telling this particular story because, on this Halloween night, someone stepped up and made my night more interesting. In a good way.
She was an elfin slip of a girl, with pointed face and large eyes that sparkled in the flashing lights of the rave. She had long pink hair braided into a thick cord falling down to her ass. I was probably a wig but the effect was still otherworldly. She was dressed in a blue tank top and a wrap-around dress with little bells on it, like a belly-dancer's skirt. In her hand was a hula-hoop. Her eyes were made up with large sweeps of color, and even had feathered eyelashes. She had silver claw going through one nostril. She looked like some Elven genie from some fantasy book.
She walked up to me and placed her lips near my ears. In the loud rave, you had to be close to have any kind of conversation. "Can I get painted like those girls?" she asked. She had motioned to the dancing go-go girls I had painted earlier. I placed my lips near her ear, smelling her musk and sweat, finding a hint of sweet berries under her neck. "That would take a while! Like, an hour!" She pouted, looking adorable. She leaned in again: "can you do something like it, but quicker?" I shrugged my shoulder, a little lost as to how to answer that question. "What effect are you looking for?" I asked.
"I want to look like a skeleton on the dance floor!" she said, smiling wickedly. "I want to look scary!" "More than your face?" I asked. She nodded yes. I pretended to think about it. I knew already. I made a show of hesitating before finally leaning in to speak: "I can paint you completely black and then add the bones in the UV paint. But you'll have to take your clothes off!"
