“Neither am I, girlfriend. You’re the only woman I’ve ever done that with.”
“What about the orgy?”
“I steered clear of the women.”
“Oh. Obviously I’ve never.”
“Duh. Last night was your first experience with a man, let alone a woman.”
“You knew what you were doing though.”
“I’ve watched porn movies. There’s plenty more I could do, but let’s leave it at this, for now. I love you. You’re my best friend and like a sister. It doesn’t and didn’t feel wrong. You’re so damn beautiful I couldn’t help but get turned on, and seeing your pussy and the rings, that did it.”
The phone rang again. “That’s Mark. I bet you. I forgot my cell.” She got up and answered it. “Hi, hon. No, don’t come and get me. I’m not coming home tonight. Can you pick me up early in the morning? Yes, we need some alone time. Girl stuff. I love you, too.”
“You’re staying the night?”
“Yes, you need me. So, now that you’re a whole lot calmer, what are you going to do tomorrow morning?”
“I’ll tell him that I’ll fulfill my contract, minus the locks. I might consider some more piercings, but only if he feels it’s necessary for modeling. Not for his benefit.”
“What about if he wants to see you privately again?”
I thought about that for a moment. “I don’t know. I honestly don’t have a clue at this point. You warned me he came with baggage. I don’t know if I can take that on. I’ll think about it, but he’s also damn stubborn. I’ve more than probably wounded his male pride.”
“Probably. How about we finish this wine and go to bed?”
After I turned off the light and crawled into bed beside Shannon, she gathered me into her arms. Her lips sought mine and she kissed me deeply. I was turning into an insatiable sex kitten. I desired her again. I didn’t object when her hand stole between my legs. Her breasts pressed against mine. I felt her nipple rings touch me and after she flung a leg over me, I inserted my fingers into her pussy.
Eventually we dozed off. I don’t know who fell asleep first, but our bodies were still entwined and our fingers deep inside each other.
Chapter Seven
I woke up with a start from a mouth sucking my nipples and a finger entering my vagina. Kalem. Then I remembered. Shannon was with me. I stroked her hair and relaxed completely under her ministrations. With a nipple in her mouth, her other hand kneading the other breast, she finger fucked me hard and my juices gushed all over her hand. She started to get out of bed. “Shannon, do you want me to—”
“No, hon, I’m fine. Don’t forget, I get my fill of sex at home morning and night. I just wanted to relax you. God, look at you. You’re just as beautiful in the morning. Even without makeup. You really need to keep a tan. It enhances your eyes, your nipples, even your pubes.”
“That’s what Kalem told me.” Mentioning his name sent a brief stab of pain to my heart. Shannon kissed me and jumped off the bed.
“I’m in the shower first. Mark’ll be here soon.”
I remained naked on the bed. I had plenty of time to shower and get dressed. When Shannon came out of the bathroom, I got up. Not bothering to put on any clothes, I plugged the coffeepot in and went to the bathroom to relieve myself. I always had the coffeepot ready. All I had to do in the morning was to get it started.
When I came out of the bathroom, I walked into the living room stretching. “What time is he—”
“He’s here,” Shannon said, grinning widely.
Mark’s gaze was glued to my body, focused on my clit. “Oh, my God!” I yelled and ran to the bedroom. “Shannon, you could have warned me.”
After donning a robe, my face flaming hot, I returned to the living room.
“You’ve got nothing to be ashamed of,” Shannon said.
“I thought you said she was naïve and virginal.” Mark raised his eyebrows.
“I lied.”
I felt decidedly uncomfortable.
“C’mon, girlfriend, it’s no different than parading half-naked on the catwalk.”
“That’s different. And I did have a dress on.”
“Yeah, a cobweb. Don’t worry about me telling Mark, the pictures will be all over the internet today.”
“Jesus! Really?”
“Of course. I can’t wait to see the magazines. I bet there’ll be photos of you all over the place. Come on, Mark. We need to go if I’m going to get to work on time.”
The door clicked shut behind them. I opened my laptop and did a search for House of Ostarizo fashion show for charity. Shannon was right. A number of links opened up to articles and photos of the guests and models. There were pictures of me in all three dresses, but the most photos were of me in the silver. Several sites had a small tag over my pubic area and my breasts, but some other sites showed everything clearly. I skimmed over the articles. The headlines were what bothered me the most. Kalem Ostarizo’s latest designs modeled by newbie model, Danea Fitzgerald. My name was plastered all over the internet. Thank God, Mom didn’t have a computer, but she had friends and sisters who did. I hoped they wouldn’t come across any of the pictures. I gazed at them. I really did look beautiful and incredibly sexy, but man, was that outfit sheer. My whole body was visible. I might as well have been naked. With the spotlight trained on me, you could even see the clit ring and the rings and tiny locks between my legs as I swiveled to turn. I slammed the laptop shut and hurried to have a shower. While I showered, I thought about my experience with Shannon that night and morning. If anything, she’d accomplished getting me out of my misery.
The limo was right on time. I’d dressed in a designer dress. Light blue cotton edged with lace, it fitted me to perfection. It was a long sundress with a low neckline showing of the swell of my breasts and cleavage, the edge stopping just above my nipples. The outline of my nipples was visible through the thin material, but I didn’t care. The back of the dress was extremely low and like so many of his designs, showed the top of my butt crack. It made my tan stand out. I’d applied makeup, worn white heels and carried a white purse. It was the first time I’d had on any of the Ostarizo clothing. I felt confident and well prepared to face Kalem.
Ogre greeted me. “Morning, Ms. Fitzgerald. He’s waiting for you. Go right in.”
Without hesitation, I opened the door and closed it behind me. I heard the click. He’d locked it.
“Sit down.”
I remained standing. “I won’t take orders from you anymore.”
“Did you bring the letters of resignation?”
“I’ve changed my mind.”
“Oh?”
“I’ll ride out both contracts but I’ll not be ordered around by you. I refuse to wear the locks. As you know, I’m a virgin. I’ve remained a virgin this long, I’m sure I can keep my virginity for another year. Not that it should matter as I have no intention of getting pregnant. Also I will not subject myself to further piercings unless I want them and from now on, this will be a professional relationship only.”
I surprised myself. I wasn’t a quivering heap of nerves. I was firm and oozed confidence.
“Well, well. You amaze me more every day. Very well, Ms. Fitzgerald. I’ll agree to your terms.”
In a way, I was disappointed. What had I expected when he’d locked the door? That he’d rush to take me into his arms. That he’d tell me he was sorry. Get a grip, woman. He’s not keeper material, get that through your head. “Good. Now that we have this settled, I’d like to see it in writing.”
“I’ll do no such thing. You have my word and that should be good enough. I’ve never broken my word.”
What should I do? Stand firm on a signature? Trust him? “Okay. I’ll have to trust you on that. Where do we go from here?”
“I’ve received a request for a photo shoot for one of the top magazines. They want to do a complete Danea Fitzgerald feature with you modeling my designs. Two major adult magazines also called wanting you f
or a centerfold, but I’m sure you won’t be interested in that.”
“Not at this point. I have no interest in being stark naked on their centerfold.”
“I won’t give them a negative answer yet in case you change your mind. It pays a lot of money.”
“Not everything is about money.”
“Really. Then what made you change your mind?”
“Honor. I’ll abide by most of the clauses in the contracts. And yes, I don’t mind the money either. When is the photo shoot?”
“In a few weeks. You’ll need to touch up the tan. It fades after a week.”
“What do I do in the meantime and what’s after the photo shoot?”
“You need to come in for a fitting tomorrow. You’ll not only wear the dresses you modeled, but some others as well. They’ll need adjustments to fit you. I’ll send the limo for you.”
“Okay. Have a good day, Mr. Ostarizo.” I turned and walked toward the door.
“Danea?”
I stopped, my hand on the doorknob. “Yes?”
“I feel I owe you an apology.”
I was so tempted to turn and run into his arms. Don’t do it. You can get over him now. If you continue seeing him, you’ll fall deeper in love and he’ll hurt you even more when he tires of you. “No apology necessary. Whatever happened, I allowed it. It’s history.” I was about to turn the knob, but he continued.
“Dammit, woman. It’s not about what we did. I can’t get you out of my mind.”
“I’m sorry. Can I go now?”
“Turn around.”
I didn’t. Hadn’t I just told him I refused to be ordered by him anymore? I heard the door unlock, turned the knob and left his office, though my heart crashed against my ribs. It pounded so hard, and my stomach was a mass of butterflies, I felt as if I was going to explode. I so badly wanted to turn around and rush into his arms. The door clicked shut behind me. I gave ogre a curt nod and went downstairs to the salon.
“Hi, Helen. Can you give me John’s phone number?”
Helen’s eyebrows raised but she didn’t ask any questions. “Here’s his card.”
“Thanks.”
Once outside the building, I hailed a taxi. I gave the driver the address on the card. It wasn’t that far away. I could have walked it, but in spikes that might have posed a problem.
John Simmons, specializing in piercings and tattoos, it said on the card. I hadn’t realized he also did tattoos. Maybe he had someone working for him who did. I entered the salon and asked to see John. He came to the reception desk after a few minutes.
“Danea, how nice to see you. I heard you’re famous! Congratulations.”
“Thanks. I’d like you to do some more piercings and I’m also interested in several tattoos.”
“Does Kalem know about the tattoos?”
“No. When can you do the piercings? And the tattoos?”
“I’m free. Business is slow today. I can take you now if you like.”
“Oh? That’s perfect.”
“What would you like done?”
“How long does a tattoo take? Can you do that today, too?”
“I don’t do those, but I have a tattoo artist who probably can. Depends on what you want. Piercings don’t take long at all, as you know.”
“I’ve got all day and evening.”
“Tell me what you want.”
“Nipple rings, bellybutton, and a row of surface studs on the outer labia, both sides, a ring at the bottom of my vagina. I want a dragon tattoo where my pubic hair is now with its tail curling down the outer labia to my butt crack. On the other labia, I want a snake. Around my anus I want a rose.” I don’t know how I came up with the rose around my asshole, but it just seemed like a neat idea.
“Mm, not sure if it can all be done today. Maybe the dragon. Anyway, come into my studio and I’ll start the piercings. Kalem already bought the jewelry for those, as I told you, but not the surface studs.”
“I can afford to pay for them, and the tattoos. I don’t want Kalem to know about any of this. Please?”
“Whatever you say. Come with me.”
I followed him into what he called his studio. It was a very sterile looking room. Without hesitation, I took my clothes off, including my G-string, then took my place on the table, my legs automatically going into the stirrups.
“Your locks are gone,” John said, his eyebrows raised.
“Yes.”
“Okay. I won’t ask questions. Everything looks good down there. You’re healing well.”
Before he started, he waxed whatever pubic hair I had left. I relished his fingers fiddling with my pussy, spreading my labia as he looked for the right spot to insert the ring at the base of my vagina.
“I presume you want gold?”
“Yes, like the clit ring.”
It hurt, but I welcomed the pain. It sent an intense thrill all the way up my vagina. I was weird, I decided. How can pain make a person horny? After he’d inserted the ring, he held the mirror between my legs. I loved it. It looked really sexy.
Next he proceeded to place a row of surface studs on my outer labia from top to bottom. “I’d like the dragon to have studs for its eyes,” I told him.
“I’ll have to wait until the tattoo has healed. Your nipples are next and last your bellybutton. Kalem chose some beautiful nipple rings and bellybutton jewelry.”
I let out a yelp as he pierced each nipple. I found it extremely painful. After he’d inserted the nipple rings and showed me in the mirror what it looked like, I heated up like never before. A gold bar at the base of my nipples held a round ring studded with diamonds. The rings fit exactly around the base. My nipples poked completely out.
The bellybutton piercing was more painful, but it didn’t last long. The jewelry was a gold ring with fine gold chains dangling from it, a diamond at the bottom of each. My piercings were finished and the tattoo artist entered the room.
I had to place my legs in the stirrups again. The tattoo artist was an older man, I judged him to be in his fifties, and sported long gray hair held back in a ponytail. When he looked at me, I noticed he had steely gray eyes—certainly not someone who’d turn me on. He put on a pair of latex gloves and got his instruments ready. The tattoo artist sat on a stool between my legs. His one hand pulled the skin taut while he tattooed with the other. The pricks were uncomfortable, but not painful.
It seemed to take a long time and I was starting to get very hungry. My stomach growled.
“I’ll go and order us some food. I can hear your stomach,” John said and got up from the stool he’d been sitting on while watching the procedure.
The tattoo artist finally went to work on the outer labia. To tattoo that area, he had to play with my pussy lips and of course, it got me horny again, no matter what the man looked like. It seemed anyone touching me down there, playing with my genitals, got me horny as hell. The tail finished, he moved to the other side and began to tattoo the snake.
“Where do you want the head?” he asked.
“Near my clit somewhere, its tongue pointing at my clit.”
“Mm, I’ll see if it fits between the dragon’s legs.”
His finger was on my clit pulling the skin very tight. I felt it pulse, harden, my juices spilling. The man didn’t even blink. He dabbed me dry with a tissue. I could hardly believe I was doing this, but seeing Shannon’s tattoos had really turned me on, and I had found them incredibly sexy. It was nearly eight in the evening by the time he was finished. He held a mirror between my legs for me to see. The skin was quite red, but the tattoos were beautiful. I could imagine the dragon’s eyes after John applied surface studs.
John came into the room. “Are you finished?”
“Yes.”
“Let me see.”
I spread my legs again so John could see the tattoo artist’s handiwork.
“Oh, my God, girl. Beautiful. But if Kalem finds out, he’ll have a heart attack.”
“Has nothing to do with
my modeling career. He isn’t going to see it, and if you don’t tell him, he’ll never know. Give him back the money for the jewelry. I’ll pay for it all.”
“Okay. I have food for you. I got you a salad and orange juice, not knowing how long it would take. Anything warm would have been cold by now.”
“Thanks. Salad is great.”
“You’ll need to take good care of the tattoos, keep them moist. I’ll give you a lubricant for that. It will take at least five days before they’ve healed. The lubricant is very important. You don’t want your skin to dry out and for it to scab and scale. Shower regularly. Any dead skin will automatically wash off, and continue the lubricant for at least another week.”
I got dressed, sat in the reception area with John while I ate my salad and chatted amiably with him.
“If I knew it wouldn’t invite Kalem’s wrath, I’d ask you to go out with me. I really like you, Danea.”
“Thanks. Maybe in the future? I’ll take a rain check.” Kalem had no say in who I dated. I didn’t recall seeing anything in the modeling contract about his models not dating. I really liked John, too, and could imagine going out with him, but then. I’d sworn off men in general.
John called me a cab.
I walked into my apartment just after nine. Shannon had left a message and there was another one from Kalem canceling my fitting tomorrow. Good. I needed time for the tattoos and piercings to begin their healing. Tomorrow was going to be a vegetating day for me, I decided. I wondered why the fitting had been canceled. Had he changed his mind about keeping me on?
I kicked the shoes off, peeled out of the dress and went to my bedroom, taking the lubricant with me. Standing before the mirror, I inspected my reflection. I looked exotic. The nipple rings glittered around my dark nipples and against the dark aureole—the bellybutton jewelry the same. I loved the tiny dragon just above my clit and the snakehead, its tongue pointing down, aiming at my clit as if to eat it. After opening the jar of lubricant, I applied it liberally to the tattoos. I was a tad sore, as if I had a major sunburn, but John had told me the smarting would subside.
Cupping my breasts, I squeezed them and wondered what the aureole would look like if I had surface studs on them. Maybe that was going a bit too far. I took the makeup mirror out of the kit and lay on the bed. Pulling my knees up, I set it between my legs and looked at my pussy. Gazing at my own genitals, the new studs and the tattooed lips, need rose within me. I pried the lips apart. The vaginal ring glittered at me. I played with my clit and wished I had a sex toy. Buying a dildo would be on my to do list for tomorrow. I slipped two fingers into my oozing vagina and swished them around. To heighten my climax, I thought about Kalem and our night of wild sex. In seconds, my juices soaked my pussy. I’d signed off on him, but had I really?
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