All characters are above the age of 18.
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"I changed my mind. I can't do this. Find someone else."
I was naked and supposed to be trying different poses to find a comfortable position I could hold for at least 30 minutes.
Sal dipped his hand in blue paint and slapped my ass cheek!
"Sal! Really?"
"It's for effect!"
I looked at one of the mirrors lining the walls of the room. It did actually look cool, especially since my butt is one of my best assets, if I do say so myself.
"Relax, I promise it's going to be super professional. You're going to be one of the first ones up, so you'll be in a modest pose, and people won't even be rowdy yet."
He told me to stand still until the handprint dried, so it wouldn't smudge.
Sal had taken over as the house events coordinator and took his responsibilities seriously. He could be a micromanaging perfectionist who drove us crazy, but his events were always the best, so we did as we were told.
The main event, where I would be a model, was in the largest living room. He made it quite tasteful. The floor was layered with waterproof matts- comfortable for the models and paint friendly. 15 or so easels were set up in a circle, and mirrors were set up around the walls.
Sal was an actual art major, so he did a colab with one of his classes for paint and materials in exchange for free entry and first dibs on the models by the art students.
The attached smaller side rooms, however, were for later in the evening, when the alcohol started to flow and the party began.
Those rooms were to be interactive and provided body paint for more intimate experiences. Each one even had a theme. There was a room that started out all white, a neon room, and... actually I hadn't checked all of them out yet! I should do that before the night was over.
People started trickling in at opening time.
I joined the other models in a room with the heat up. Sal forbid anyone from dressing so as not to ruin the effects he had branded us with - provocative blue paint. One girl had blue bite marks on her neck, another had a ring of blue around his cock, one had blue lips, oh! Gale! I covered myself, leaning against a wall.
He strode over. "Hey, cutie."
"Hi Gale! I didn't know you'd be here." Don't look. Don't look. Oh, I bet he had a big swinging cock, heavy and meaty. Oohhh! I kept rigid eye contact with him. The guys better appreciate the sacrifices I make. I was partially joking with myself, but the struggle not to look was real.
"Sal convinced me. He's like a dog with a bone, you know?"
I chuckled, "He really is."
"Looks like we're matching." He lifted his hand, covered in blue paint, and pointed to my handprint.
"Oh!" Damn Sal.
"Also, no hard feelings. I got your text the other day."
I had messaged him saying thank you so much for asking me out and how he was totally someone I'd love to get to know better but that I kind of started seeing someone. I didn't say someones!
"I'm sorry again. Thanks for understanding. You're a really great guy! And um..."
"I wished we had met earlier, but I get it. Let me know if it doesn't work out with the other dude." He winked and walked away. Ugh, he's so hot. I did let my eyes roam down his muscular back, but just a little! Phew, I did it. Good job me.
Thankfully, a few other guys from the house were around too, and the conversation was light while I waited.
When it was my turn, I kept modestly covering my dick with my hands but otherwise felt pretty relaxed. Until I felt the group's eyes on me. My heartbeat pulsed loud in my ears. I couldn't hear anything around me. I didn't get creepy vibes from any of them. They roamed my body, like they were taking my measurements. I felt a few appreciative looks, and my body warmed. I didn't think I had a kink or anything, but this was sort of a turn on.
The few other models who went before me, including Gale, now done with their commitments, enjoyed the event. He had put on spandex that left little to the imagination. His eyes roamed my body too. Ah! I hastened my pace.
Sal had chosen a pose that focused on my bubble butt, so I laid on the mats on the floor, slightly shifting my currently half hard dick to lay against my stomach. In case I got hard, I didn't want it poking out behind me. Plus, the matts cushioned it. I crossed my ankles and laid my cheek against my arms. I was overdue for a haircut, so my hair brushed my neck and arms. In the mirror I saw between easels, I looked good! Like a naughty angel, Sal had called me. I bet Patt would like that. I shifted and curved my spine to enunciate my ass but still in comfortable enough of a position to hold it without straining.
I calmed down some and was able to hear the comments from the artists and onlookers.
"Hot damn!"
"He's so handsome!"
"What a cutie."
"I wish I had that ass."
"I could bounce a quarter off of that."
"He's going to be a fun one to paint!"
The compliments went on, making me warmer and warmer.
The music was turned up, a pulsing beat, adding energy to our surroundings, and wine and cocktails were being passed around. I should have had some of that first.
I had purposefully chosen to lie down at this angle, so I could see the entryway. My pulse beat faster every time the front door opened. All phones and devices with photo abilities were taken and put in a lockbox at entry. That way, everyone was free to prance around naked as the day they were born without repercussions on future careers. Sal really thought of everything.
Finally, Elijah and Patt entered. I felt my cheeks heat. Maybe this was a bad idea! The room suddenly felt a million times warmer.
They didn't see me immediately. Elijah talked with everyone. He was great at networking. Patt silently followed, smiling to those who greeted him, searching the room.
When he spotted me, he froze for a second, then grabbed Elijah to join the circle of observers. Elijah's gritted his jaw, his eyes glued to me. Patt, however, looked around the whole room, taking in everything.
He was too observant for his own good. I saw the moment he saw Gale's blue hand. His eyes whipped back to my ass. I could see his body vibrating. Elijah's spell was broken with Patt's sudden reaction. He tracked what Patt saw and stiffened even more.
The horrible timing it was, someone yelled over the music, "Can we get someone to pose with him?"
