"Special invitation for patrons and friends only:
Come meet Petra and all the new models at her shop, as they're revealed in erotic photographs and sexy lingerie. This is a fancy dress occasion, complete with your mask. Champagne and hors d'ouevres will be served. Saturday, May 31 at 8:00 PM.
You must present this invitation at the door to be admitted to our private party."
A beautiful blonde woman is boarding a train to travel to an art gallery party in another city. She's full of anticipation because her nude photos have never been on public display before.
Closer to home, two adult students are at a hair salon, pampering themselves. They want to look their best when they arrive at the same party, because it will be their gallery debut too.
A young woman and her boyfriend are so eager about the party that they feel breathless. The couple have been photographed together and will appear naked to others for the first time.
No-one is more excited about the gala than the owner of the shop, Petra Stanwick. Her four young proteges- sensual beauties she has coaxed into erotica- will be mingling with her customers.
Tomorrow night promises to be a special event. And to add even more spice to the evening, the owner and her models will be clad in the lingerie now available in Petra's Erotic Photo Gallery.
Everyone who appears in the prints for sale will be there. That is Petra, her best BFF Emmeline, student models Gabriella and Christina, and friends-with-benefits Chloe and boyfriend Mitch.
Toss in Petra's former professors William and Ronald; and add hungry cougars Lezlee and Desiree. Mix everyone together with lots of champagne and expect the gallery party to be a wild affair.
But at least one dark cloud looms over the evening. Petra's former boyfriend Darren, the chauffer whom she knew intimately before spurning him a few months ago, knows about the event.
He's not on the guest list, but is determined to show up anyway.
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Two men about forty years old wear fine suits as they browse the photos in the gallery. The party hasn't begun yet, but this pair of special friends, the investors behind Petra's growing business, require no invitation. She has lined up the models to preen and pose, but her former professors William Edwards and Ronald Dennison have put up the money to make her dreams come true.
"What do you think, Old Boy?"
Ronald often addresses his long-time friend this way because he's a couple of years younger than William. Both are single and always hungry for women. Beneath the fancy clothes and polished manners, they are really two wolves on the prowl, ready for action.
"About the photos? Excellent shots, but of course I took them. Great little hobby I got into a half dozen years ago."
"Yes, but I meant about investing in Petra's business. Will we do well on it?"
"Ronald, we certainly will. So much better than with that bloody crook, Rodman. He took me both of us for a pile of money over the years. The slammer is the right place for that slippery bastard."
"You're right about him and our new investment. Petra has lined up some gorgeous talent here. I think half these new prints will be sold tonight."
The two profs had 'sampled' most of the models themselves during their photo sittings- except for the latest addition, Chloe Grey. And they'd try her too, if she could be pried loose from ever-present boyfriend, Mitch. There had even been private photos and video with the others. But none of that would ever be shown in the gallery because it could cost them cushy careers at the college.
Professor Edwards stops in front of a familiar framed black-and-white photo.
"That shot of Petra will always be my favourite, the star of the show. Goes back to the very first photo session we did. You suggested fashion images of a model instead of architectural shots to liven up my dull History of Design 201 lectures. She surprised us by agreeing to pose,"
"I know she has sold plenty of that print. Something about those beautiful tits and that distinctive Art Nouveau jewelry that customers like...."
"And that beguiling look I think, with just enough face showing to suggest a wicked invitation for sex."
"Jeez, that's Petra alright!" Dennison exclaims. "She blew me for the first time later that evening. That girl has unforgettable lips, not to mention a fine pussy."
"Best fuck we'll ever have, my friend!"
"Hmm...." Dennison grins at the thought but he isn't quite so sure because there are others to compare.
They continue circulating through the gallery, killing time before erotic arts connoisseurs arrive for the big party Petra has planned. They notice many framed photos new to the shop.
"I'm glad that her friend Emmeline finally agreed to sell her prints in here," Edwards comments. "It took some competition from the new girls before she'd agree. That shot goes back maybe three years now, but it's in here for the first time."
"Good thing too," Ronald enthuses. "Emma is my favourite! Look at that body, and that blonde hair falling over her eyes. She looks like a naked Marilyn Monroe stretched out that way. I can't get enough of her pussy, and I'll be looking for some more tonight!"
"She was posing as Marilyn there. You were James Dean. Remember, Ronald?"
"My cock can never forget it, Old Boy! Petra will sell quite a few of that print, I'm sure."
They round a corner to another section of the gallery and come to a large, framed image, a close-up of two young women passionately kissing. Their eyes are closed, and their painted lips are open enough to reveal flicking tongues tasting the other. Fingers alongside one face and some shadow across the other hides their identities, but it is evident that they're posing as ardent lovers. The sexuality of the print stirs Ronald's easily stimulated groin.
"I haven't seen that one before, William. It's not Petra with Emma, though you shot some of those. Who are those babes anyway? It's hard to tell the way they're posing."
"Gabriella and Christina, you know, the two students who took over as my models after Petra graduated. The blonde one is a bit shy, so I doubt you'll be getting into her pants, but Gabby will want to give you a good ride like you had last time. Maybe you can steer her upstairs for a roll later tonight?"
"Say no more. She turns my crank. Tell me more about this shot."
"Just a phone picture. The lens in my Samson is fantastic! Then I used the crop and enhancement features built right into it. Anyone can shoot stuff this good now."
"No, I mean the session. Like, were they nude in bed, or what? Are they lez?"
"You have a dirty mind, my friend. They're best friends and as I recall they were still fully clothed from the neck down in this one. After a few glasses of their favourite wine, I convinced them to play around pretending they were more than friends. I promised that they wouldn't be recognized, and they surprised me with this shot."
"Well, I like it- even though they weren't naked."
Close by, there are some individual photos of the two new models that show a lot more skin, enough to make Ronald smile broadly.
"Oh yeah. I'll be watching for that Gabriella tonight- if Emma leaves me with any spunk to give!"
"You are utterly incorrigible, Ronald.... That's what I like about you!"
They laugh and move on to another group of images. One of them screams for attention.
"Now that is a fuck photo if I ever saw one! I suppose it's the new couple, right?" Dennison comments.
"Right, Chloe and Mitch. You were out in the kitchen refilling our glasses when I got that one. They were really going at it!"
"No question of that. I mean, look how he's on his knees with her ass up in the air. Hands tight on her hips and his back arched forward. Easy to tell what's going on there! And I can see her tits out to the side, so he must really be pounding her!"
"Oh yes, he was. Look at how her back is curved down. She was throwing it right back at him. But you can't tell who it is, can you? I was a bit off to the side and her head is in the cushion, so the upper half of her face is hidden."
"Great shot! His head is tilted back like he's about ready to unload. I can't tell who it is, even though I know now."
"That's the beauty of erotic photography, Ronald. It tells a little story. Shows almost everything but hides enough to let the performers go on living fairly normal lives. You could walk past this pair in the park, even say hello to them, and never know they're the couple boffing on your bedroom wall."
"Amazing when you put it that way, William. You have a real gift for this, you know."
"Uh... thanks. And now it's going to bring us both financial rewards too.... Hey, Lezlee and Desiree are here now. Check out those two, eh, all tits and ass. I think Petra hired them as servers tonight. I'd even go for a crack at them later!"
"Wicked cougars, those two. I remember when we picked them up at The Den a few years back. They've been around the block quite a few times but are as hot to trot as ever. Just look at their get-up tonight, would you!"
The curvaceous pair had gone for the French maid look, with tight little black-and-white lingerie, black mesh tights and black chokers. The elbows-high white fingerless gloves and frilly white caps above their matching eye masks added to the picture. Their towering black pumps completed it.
"Sex-on-the-hoof, my friend. That's just a sample of the lingerie line we've invested in, you know. Petra and her girls will be showing more of it tonight, over there where she added the runway stage backed by the mirrored wall."
"I can't wait to see the new merchandise... I mean the new models!"
"Let's get our masks on, Ronald. The first guests should be arriving soon.... Greetings, Lezlee!"
"Hi, Desiree!"
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