Chapter III Painted Whores
Beverley didn't yet feel confident enough to hand in her notice at the library; she wanted to be certain that she could earn enough money selling her body as a prostitute on a regular basis. Dorothy had been fascinated and impressed by her encounter with the businessmen at a hotel and wanted to know all the details. But what interested Dorothy more than anything else was Beverley's holiday liaison with the magnificently endowed Marty. Finally, after much prompting from Dorothy, Beverley emailed Marty to remind him he hadn't yet sent the promised holiday photos. Her message was extremely discreet as she didn't know exactly who had access to his emails.
When Marty replied he was equally discreet and only sent what could be described as the soft porn images even though Beverley knew that, at Graham's insistence he had taken some extremely hard core photos of them all. When Beverley replied she appealed to his male vanity and told him she had a friend who would like to see a nice big photo of him. This time Marty got the message and emailed a full length photo of himself showing off his nine inch erection. He appended a comment that he was thinking of Beverley when he took the self portrait. Dorothy was very impressed and fascinated by the thought of having such a substantial piece of male meat up inside her and insisted on having a copy of the photo sent to her computer.
Back at work Beverley was contacted by Anthony Wallace who had previously been Artist in Residence at the library but was now working in London. He told her that he was involved in a body painting project which was to form part of a photographic exhibition in Toronto later in the year. He was in need of nude models to paint his designs on and then to photograph them for the exhibition. Would Beverley and Dorothy be prepared to have their bodies painted by him? The complex painting patterns would ensure their total anonymity unless people looked very closely indeed. He emailed some photos of his previous work to give them some idea of what was involved. The two girls discussed it and decided to take part. Tony suggested that they come up to London at his expense on Friday night and stay at his loft apartment so that painting could commence early the following morning. To ensure that their bodies were truly blank canvases they both undertook rather painful depilation treatment on their pubic areas.
Returning later to Brian's flat, Dorothy was quite taken with the totally naked appearance of her genitalia and walked around the flat taking every opportunity to look at her reflection in the mirrors. She had never previously been subject to depilation and she had found it very erotic and stimulating. The girls took photos of each other and then looked at the enlarged images on Beverley's computer. Naturally they also took the opportunity to study the magnificent photo of Marty displaying his nine inch cock. Beverley and Dorothy were still both naked and feeling sexually aroused. They began to finger each other and soon Dorothy was lying on her back with her legs wide open, writhing with pleasure as Beverley performed cunnilingus on her newly bared cunt.
Dorothy really enjoyed cunnilingus, indeed it was the main sexual stimulus that her husband provided on account of his impotence. Curiously she had never provided oral services herself for either a man or a woman but now she felt the urge to return the favour for Beverley. Afterwards, when they were both lying satiated side by side on the bed, Dorothy finally confessed about her adulterous behaviour with Graham at the barbecue in the summer.
Beverley accepted Dorothy's confession without rancour; any other reaction would have been hypocritical in view of her own subsequent sexually exuberant behaviour. She had a huge amount of sympathy for Dorothy. The idea of not having a man lusting after her body and consequently wanting to fuck her was anathema to Beverley. She resolved to find Dorothy a regular lover.
On Friday evening they travelled up to London where they were met by Tony who drove them straight to his accommodation. This was one weekend where no decisions were required about what to wear as they would spend most of the time naked. Over drinks in the local pub Tony told them something about the techniques of body painting and warned them that they would have to spend quite a lot of time standing up and exercise extreme care to avoid accidently damaging his artwork. A photographer friend would be coming along to help with the painting as well as taking the photographs.
Back at the apartment the girls were intrigued when they were shown to a bedroom which contained two large double beds, a free standing double bath and a shower large enough to accommodate a five a side soccer team. Clearly privacy was not considered a priority by whoever had designed the room; the four of them would be sharing one bedroom. The only unresolved question was exactly who would be sleeping with whom.
When they returned to the living room they discovered that the photographer had arrived and that his name was Malcolm. Over a nightcap Beverley broached the question of the sleeping arrangements. After a short pause during which the two men exchanged glances Tony began to explain.
'Tomorrow we will be spending several hours painting your naked bodies in an extremely intimate way and unless we fuck you both tonight and again when wake up in the morning, we will be quite unable to concentrate on our work '
'Well, that's an original chat up line,' Beverley remarked.
'Yes it is,' Dorothy interjected, 'but we wouldn't want to be responsible for inferior artwork would we Beverley?'
'Dorothy, can I speak to you in the bedroom,' Beverley replied cryptically.
When they were alone together Beverley expressed her annoyance at the way they had apparently been conned into a weekend of sex with a bit of body painting on the side. Dorothy had quite another agenda; she hadn't had a man since Graham had fucked her at the barbeque nearly six months ago and she was desperate to end her enforced celibacy. Beverley pointed out that two men had paid her £600 for two hours of sex the previous week and that the equivalent rate for having both of them for the whole weekend would run to several thousand pounds. Then the two girls had a serious falling out during which Dorothy said that Beverley, in addition to being a whore and a greedy slut, was also a complete bitch. The outcome was that Beverley rang for a taxi and, despite protestations from the two men, took herself off to the railway station to catch a late train home.
