Chapter 1
When Bree entered the Life Drawing studio, the large room was still empty. Making her way to the changing room in the back, she undressed before draping a length of gauzy artist's cloth loosely over her full breasts. Bree had a beautiful body, round shapely breasts with tight dusky pink nipples, a long torso ending in a small waist, slim hips and a heart-shaped ass, long legs and pretty feet with pink toes and high arches. Long honey blond hair complimented her alluring body along with big blue eyes, a perky nose and delicate pink lips. At 27 Bree embodied the sexual fantasies of most men. Rumor had it, a well-known rock musician had written several hit songs about her and their time together, a rumor Bree would neither confirm nor deny.
Modeling was a side gig to her regular job as bartender at the hottest club in town, The Laughing Moon. She was popular with the regulars and locals, many of them coming in every night to sit at the bar lusting for her as she flirted and teased them as part of her job. To attract a large crowd Bree came to work scantily dressed, shorts that showed the lower curves of her ass cheeks and provocative tops that barely covered her perky breasts.
The partners who owned the club appreciated her efforts. Bree was currently the main party girl for one of the partners, Sidney. Sid was 35, tall and well-built, and while not handsome or conventionally goodlooking, his bold features and innate charisma made him very attractive. His straight dark blond hair had an appealing way of falling over his keen blue eyes, eyes that could size up a man in a glance and rarely missed a trick. Eyes that appreciated women and had a wandering tendency.
Separated from his wife, Connie, he had a girlfriend, Marilyn, and his choice of women to party with when the mood struck. At the moment, Bree was his first choice for after-hours parties for two.
Bree knew Sid wasn't serious about their relationship, such as it was, and she was concerned to find herself maybe falling for him. Sid was a passionate skilled lover on a level she had rarely experienced before, in spite of having had many men. He had a risky unpredictable quality, and at the same time an intensity that was temptingly inviting. And she instinctively felt he could break her heart if she let him.
Shaking off these thoughts she saw that one of the male models, Marc, had already taken a spot on the elevated platform in the center of the studio.
At twenty-nine Marc was tall and fit with dark wavy hair that just touched his broad muscular shoulders. His piercing brown eyes and firm masculine mouth gave him a decidedly dashing rakish look. He was one of the more popular models in the Life Drawing class. Female attendance noticeably increased on the days he modeled.
At the moment he was casually reclined, waiting for the students and artists to set up their easels. Bree couldn't help but notice his dick, even unaroused, was long and thick, his balls, pink as bubble gum, hung full and heavy. For a moment she imagined taking him in her mouth, wondering how he would feel and taste. Her nipples tightened at the thought and she smiled to herself.
"Hello, gorgeous," Marc greeted her. They often worked the same classes and had become fairly friendly. Night classes were offered for adults where occasionally she and Marc were partnered in romantic poses. Completely uninhibited, Marc often became aroused when their bodies intertwined. With his erection hot and heavy against her skin, Bree would feel a tingling sensation between her legs, often leaving the class with her juices dampening her inner thighs.
"Meet me after class, something I want to run by you," Marc said in a low voice as she sat down.
"Mm-kay," she murmured as the teacher approached to direct their poses for the class.
