Meet Anita Olsen. The most popular girl in high school, she ruled as president of The Hot Babes Club - and as a bully who tormented Freddie Simpson for being a nerd. Freddie grew up to be a tech billionaire who invented a system of mind control, and life got very different for The Hottest Babe. All characters are adults over the age of 18.
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Over the next few weeks Frida spent a lot of time with Freddie and Anita. She was very busy because the
Aphrodite
show generated a lot of interest in her work. She'd never had so many people order prints of her photos. The image processing had already been finished, so Frida could have her assistant Leonard handle most of the work compiling the orders, arranging for a lab to produce high-quality prints, framing the photos, and delivering them to customers.
What took up more of Frida's time was the fact that a total of four rich men (and one rich woman) wanted similar commissions for their girlfriends. A fifth man wanted Frida to photograph his husband. They were all attractive subjects, although not as beautiful as Anita. It was a time-consuming task that was creatively challenging because Frida refused to do less than her best with each commission. Often, Frida came over to Freddie's house in the evening and was obviously tired after spending a long day with her camera and a model. She'd pace, and talk to herself, and lie awake for hours every night. Freddie wondered if he was seeing mild symptoms of bipolar disorder. It was a common affliction for lots of artists. He started watching Frida with a very concerned eye.
Leonard was delighted when Frida told him that he had to take over more responsibility; that meant he did more of the creative work, and he made more money. The fact that she was setting her fee so high seemed to actually attract commissions; as it became clear that the work was gaining attention from people willing to pay very high fees, people rushed to buy Frida's work before the prices went even higher.
"This is what I've always hoped to achieve," Frida said one evening after several cocktails. "I didn't realize it would be so exhausting. It's nice to be making so much money, but I've never had to work so hard before."
A well-regarded gallery in New York City asked if it could host a showing of the
Aphrodite
collection after the show closed in San Francisco. Frida was both thrilled and terrified. She was glad to be generating so much buzz, but she knew that art critics in New York liked to look for opportunities to ridicule artists from California. She'd never received any seriously negative reviews from art critics, but she was inviting very close scrutiny by taking a collection of art that got favorable attention in San Francisco, then giving the art community in New York a chance to disagree.
She spent the night with Freddie and Anita a few days before leaving for New York. Frida was nervous and anxious again, just as she had been during the run-up of the original show. "We need to do our best to give Frida a lot of attention tonight," Freddie said to Anita. "She's nervous. If we try, we might help her get a good night's sleep before the real craziness begins."
Frida couldn't remain seated. Anita made her a cocktail, and every time she'd take a sip she'd think of some new detail that would need attention soon. Then she'd pace back and forth until she realized that everything was going fine, and there was no logical reason to think anything would go wrong.
"I think I know a way to make your life a little easier," Freddie said. "I'd like you to use my jet to go to New York. That will simplify the task of transporting the prints, and it will give you and Leonard a more civilized ride than you can get from the commercial airlines."
Frida had been fretting about the logistics of hauling her art to where it needed to go. She realized Freddie's offer would dramatically simplify the challenge. "That's very generous of you, Freddie," she said.
"I commissioned this project," he said. "I have a vested interest in making sure things go well for it."
Frida was tipsy enough to be very emotional. She began crying. "You have both become the most important people in my life," she said, sobbing. "I don't know what I did to deserve so much love."
Anita realized that it was time to stop talking and start making love. That was the only thing that would bring real serenity to Frida's mind. "Come with me," Anita said, taking Frida's hand and leading her to the bedroom. She nodded to Freddie, who downed the last sips of his drink before following the two women inside.
"Let me help get you out of these clothes," Anita said, unbuttoning Frida's blouse. Freddie took the blouse and hung it up, then undid her bra. They got her out of her black, silky slacks, then took off her panties. Freddie lowered her down in the middle of the bed while Anita removed her own clothes. Soon both women were lying together naked, and a few seconds later Freddie joined them.
"We've got a surprise for you tonight," Anita said. "I think you'll like it." With that, Freddie produced a length of rope made from pink silk. He tied one end to Frida's wrist, looped it around the headboard, and tied her other wrist.
"I don't know about this," Frida said.
"You can trust us," Anita said. "You are with two people who both love you."
There was a nervous expression on Frida's face as Anita gave her a deep, passionate kiss. "We can do whatever we want to you," Anita said, grinning. "And there's nothing you can do to stop us."
Freddie slowly spread Frida's legs, proceeding as slowly and gently as possible. She realized he was going to go down on her. Anita whispered in her ear. "Pretend you are our prisoner," she told Frida. "Pretend you are an innocent young girl being held captive. Pretend we got you drunk so we could tie you down and play with you."
Frida was just drunk enough to let the fantasy come to life. Anita caressed Frida's breasts and licked her nipples. Freddie lowered his face to Frida's pussy and began kissing around her outer lips, avoiding contact with her wet pink inner flesh. It was happening very fast, and Frida felt herself getting very, very wet. Anita lowered her breasts down over Frida's face. She slipped one nipple between Frida's lips, who was so aroused she sucked hard on it. "Are you hungry, Little Virgin?" Anita said. She slipped her other nipple between Frida's lips.
Frida was concentrating on Anita's breasts when she felt Freddie start to lick, kiss and nibble her hot, wet slit. She would have moaned if her mouth hadn't been full. Anita's hands roamed over Frida's breasts. It was so exciting that Frida pulled helplessly on her bounds. She wanted to do something, but her hands were bound so tightly she was powerless. It was a first for Frida, who'd never experimented with bondage before. She hadn't understood why anyone would willingly allow themselves to be tied down, but the actual experience was so erotic that Frida began to see the attraction.
