unexpected image. It’s sex and breakfast, two things everybody has but one is boring and the other is only talked about in whispers and behind closed doors.”
I raised a hand to interrupt him. “Enough already. I’ll get undressed.”
I stood up from the table. The bright light streaming through the windows lit up every corner of the room.
“Can people see in through the windows?” I asked.
He glanced around the studio. “No, they’re mirrored on the outside. It’s perfectly private.”
“Fine. Go lock the door. And deadbolt it. I don’t want any unwelcome visitors today.”
He walked away with quick, sure strides. I could see the muscles of his back rippling through his shirt. When I was sure he wasn’t looking, I kicked off my shoes before hurrying off my sweatshirt and unzipping my jeans. They wiggled down my hips along with my panties. Then I unhooked my bra and tossed it on the rest of the pile.
By the time he turned back around, I was sitting at the table again sipping my coffee, trying to pretend that I wasn’t naked and totally self-conscious. My back was straight and rigid so that my breasts were pushed out and my stomach didn’t stick out so much. I heard his breath catch and smiled inwardly, proud that I could have that effect on him.
“That’s a good look for you,” he said.
I smiled and sipped my drink. He pressed a button on the timer on the wall. The numbers began to countdown, and just like that we’d begun.
He gathered up his pad and charcoal and sat a few feet away from me. He had a side view of me. Not my most flattering angle. I tried not to squirm too much under his gaze.
I watched him from the corner of my eye. He brushed the charcoal against the page in wide sweeping strokes. If this was any indication of what the rest of the day was going to be like, it wouldn’t be so bad. Being naked and studied was nerve wracking, but still, this would be the easiest money I would ever make.
We sat like that for a while. The only sound in the studio was the scratching of charcoal on paper. I was filled with a burning curiosity, not just about what his current drawing looked like, but also about what other kinds of art Dominic would create today. When I was his subject for fifteen minutes, he had created a captivating sketch of me. It was an image that gave me insight into who I was and what kind of person I wanted to be. I could only imagine what sort of masterpieces he might unveil after twenty-four hours.
When I had finished my coffee, I set the mug down. It made an empty, hollow sound on the tabletop.
“Finished?” he asked.
I nodded.
“Great. Now that you’re warmed up. I have something for you.”
He walked to a screened off part of the loft and came back holding a paper shopping bag from a store I’d never heard of. Inside was a shiny black leather thing.
“Here, put this on.”
I took it from him and held it out in front of me. It was a leather corset. Bright silver buckles jingled as I turned it this way and that, trying to get a handle on the thing.
“I’ve never worn something like this,” I said as I peered at it, trying to figure out how to put it on.
“That’s fine,” he said. “I’ll help you.”
He took the corset from me and leaned in close. My body tensed.
“Relax,” he said. “Hold up your hair.”
I gathered my dark locks into a makeshift pony tail. He slipped a strap over my head and rested it along the back of my neck. He unfolded the corset like wings and slipped it around my torso.
“Wait,” I said. “It seems too small.”
“Well, it’s supposed to be tight.”
“No, I mean, it won’t even cover my breasts.”
He grinned. “It’s not supposed to.”
I swallowed hard as he strapped the thing around me. He pulled tightly as he fastened the buckles, and I hissed in pain.
“Is that too tight?” he asked
I raised a hand to interrupt him. “Enough already. I’ll get undressed.”
I stood up from the table. The bright light streaming through the windows lit up every corner of the room.
“Can people see in through the windows?” I asked.
He glanced around the studio. “No, they’re mirrored on the outside. It’s perfectly private.”
“Fine. Go lock the door. And deadbolt it. I don’t want any unwelcome visitors today.”
He walked away with quick, sure strides. I could see the muscles of his back rippling through his shirt. When I was sure he wasn’t looking, I kicked off my shoes before hurrying off my sweatshirt and unzipping my jeans. They wiggled down my hips along with my panties. Then I unhooked my bra and tossed it on the rest of the pile.
By the time he turned back around, I was sitting at the table again sipping my coffee, trying to pretend that I wasn’t naked and totally self-conscious. My back was straight and rigid so that my breasts were pushed out and my stomach didn’t stick out so much. I heard his breath catch and smiled inwardly, proud that I could have that effect on him.
“That’s a good look for you,” he said.
I smiled and sipped my drink. He pressed a button on the timer on the wall. The numbers began to countdown, and just like that we’d begun.
He gathered up his pad and charcoal and sat a few feet away from me. He had a side view of me. Not my most flattering angle. I tried not to squirm too much under his gaze.
I watched him from the corner of my eye. He brushed the charcoal against the page in wide sweeping strokes. If this was any indication of what the rest of the day was going to be like, it wouldn’t be so bad. Being naked and studied was nerve wracking, but still, this would be the easiest money I would ever make.
We sat like that for a while. The only sound in the studio was the scratching of charcoal on paper. I was filled with a burning curiosity, not just about what his current drawing looked like, but also about what other kinds of art Dominic would create today. When I was his subject for fifteen minutes, he had created a captivating sketch of me. It was an image that gave me insight into who I was and what kind of person I wanted to be. I could only imagine what sort of masterpieces he might unveil after twenty-four hours.
When I had finished my coffee, I set the mug down. It made an empty, hollow sound on the tabletop.
“Finished?” he asked.
I nodded.
“Great. Now that you’re warmed up. I have something for you.”
He walked to a screened off part of the loft and came back holding a paper shopping bag from a store I’d never heard of. Inside was a shiny black leather thing.
“Here, put this on.”
I took it from him and held it out in front of me. It was a leather corset. Bright silver buckles jingled as I turned it this way and that, trying to get a handle on the thing.
“I’ve never worn something like this,” I said as I peered at it, trying to figure out how to put it on.
“That’s fine,” he said. “I’ll help you.”
He took the corset from me and leaned in close. My body tensed.
“Relax,” he said. “Hold up your hair.”
I gathered my dark locks into a makeshift pony tail. He slipped a strap over my head and rested it along the back of my neck. He unfolded the corset like wings and slipped it around my torso.
“Wait,” I said. “It seems too small.”
“Well, it’s supposed to be tight.”
“No, I mean, it won’t even cover my breasts.”
He grinned. “It’s not supposed to.”
I swallowed hard as he strapped the thing around me. He pulled tightly as he fastened the buckles, and I hissed in pain.
“Is that too tight?” he asked
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