James started his sales pitch. 'A friend of mine is a world-class artist. She was my art teacher in college. There is a big exhibition coming and she needs subjects to sketch. I owe a debt of gratitude. We met in college when I posed for art classes, making a little spending money. I always said if I could return the favor in some way, I would be glad to help. So, there is an opportunity to have some fun and give back. I sort of intimated that you'd be happy to come along and maybe be one of the subjects. Maybe?'
Kelly cocked an eyebrow and asked, 'She?'
Sheepishly, James replied, 'Yes, the artist is a woman.'
...
That Friday, Kelly celebrated Girls' Night with her friends. It was a lot of fun and a prelude to her meeting with James. They laughed. They talked about shoes and clothes and men. They talked about naughty things. And they drank a little. Or maybe more than a little. Kelly wasn't exactly sure. What she did know was her night was not over when the rest of the girls decided it was time to head home.
Kelly sent a text to a number provided by James. A car and driver would be at her disposal whenever she wanted. Now it was time to go and ride James. Or get a ride to see James. Or something like that.
A sleek limo was waiting for Kelly as the women exited the club. Kelly recognized the driver. It was Alexis, the same cute young woman who delivered them to the symphony weeks earlier. Alexis opened the door of the limo and waited for Kelly to say her goodbyes. The other girls gave her the 'girl you've been holding out on us' look. Kelly just smiled sweetly.
Then they were on their way to find James. There was intrigue in the air and Kelly could swear Alexis was undressing her with her eyes. Or maybe it was wishful thinking! Kelly wondered if the words 'Sex Adventuress' had been written on her forehead. There were butterflies in her stomach. The little voices in her head were having all kinds of fun. James assured her many times it would be an exciting and risquΓ© adventure, something to put in her memoirs. But that was James. Audacious was a good word to describe him. He loved the adrenaline rush. However, Kelly was completely confident James would not force her to compromise herself if she was uncomfortable with the situation.
Kelly was close to panic-mode by the time they pulled up in front of his condo. She was ready to leap from the car and flee, but moments later she was, standing at James' door. Before she could knock, the door opened.
'Hello, beautiful,' said James.
'Hello, yourself,' was Kelly's simple reply.
James pulled her close and kissed Kelly passionately. She was ready to melt right then and there. This man was all adventure and imagination and shamelessness and patience and persistence. He knew how to touch her in many different and arousing ways. And he had a gifted tongue and an exquisite cock!
James took Kelly by the hand and led her to his bedroom. Mahler played softly in the background. He stroked her cheek and her hair.
'Did you have fun tonight with your friends?' asked James.
'Yes, I did,' replied Kelly.
She bit her bottom lip.
'I am very glad,' replied James. 'We're going to have more fun now.' Before leading her into his lair, he pulled a blindfold from his pocket and covered Kelly's eyes. 'As agreed, wear this as long as you need to,' he said. He nibbled her earlobe and nuzzled her neck. He rubbed her arms and slid his hands down her hips. He pulled her against him and she could feel his erection. He whispered, 'I am going to enjoy giving you pleasure tonight.'
Kelly was squirming already. His warm breath on her neck. The sound of his voice. His touch. His obvious excitement. She had been ready for this since she slid into the limo.
'There is only one thing you need to remember tonight,' James began, 'You have control.'
'She,' James said, referring to the artist who would join them, 'is very gifted when it comes to doing sketches and drawings and studies of human interaction if you catch my drift. There will be no identifying details in the drawings. Nobody viewing the pieces will have any idea who the subjects are. I mean, they'll know it is a man and a woman engaged in hot, passionate sex, but after that, your anonymity is completely guaranteed, if you want that. She will change your hairstyle or alter your physical attributes to disguise you. Tonight, I want you to think of yourself as an Executive Producer. It is up to you to decide on your comfort level in terms of participation. After that, you get to grant final approval of what may or may not be exhibited, published, or sold.'
'Are you ready to be immortalized?' James asked.
Kelly closed her eyes for a few moments and took several deep breaths. Then, with quiet resolve, said simply, 'Let's do this.'
James took Kelly by the hand and led her into the bedroom. She thought her heart might burst from her chest. Yet again, she wondered how on earth James had talked her into something like this, but he had a real talent for tapping into her latent desires and shepherding her through extraordinary escapades.
Kelly quivered with anticipation and fear. Fear seemed to be winning, but the sense of anticipation was gaining ground. James licked her neck again and stroked her hair. He ran his hands up and down her hips and whispered about how beautiful she looked and how she should relax and just think about the two of them doing naughty and fabulous things together.