Rhapsody Suite
Twenty-one
THE MORNING WAS CASUAL and no one other than Kate seemed eager to get dressed. The party wasn’t over. I was a little worried because I’d thought of a few things I still wanted to pull together for my portfolio and I was counting on some time today to do it. Lissa put three frozen quiches in the oven and tasked me with frying up a couple dozen chicken breakfast sausages. She pulled a big tray of fruit out of the refrigerator and put it on the counter. No one made a move toward the dining room and we ended up all standing around the kitchen eating and joking. I endured several jabs about real men and quiche.
Thankfully, the girls cleaned up the breakfast mess in about five minutes and all retreated to the basement, leaving me alone with my project, which I spread out on the dining room table. I could hear various giggles waft up the stairs occasionally, but inside a little more than an hour, I was feeling good about the improvement over what Professor McIntyre had seen on Wednesday. My final project for Concepts was even looking good and I added it to my portfolio thinking that I’d review it one more time before I turned it in. I was looking it over when Lissa called to me from the basement.
“Tony. Do you have time to do another sketch for us? Just one, please?”
What the hell. I was caught up and pleased with my portfolio. There were eight gorgeous girls downstairs and with luck one of them would get naked while I sketched her. Why not?
“I’ll be right there,” I called down.
I used the bathroom and picked up my music player and headset from the bedroom. If I was going to do a serious sketch, I was going to have to block out all the giggling and laughing that the other girls would be doing while I was working. I couldn’t count on them to be quiet through another whole sketch like last night.
I bounced down the stairs, scanning through my playlists and was all the way into the room before I realized all the girls were in the corner where Melody usually worked, complete with her lights turned on. I turned around and was faced by nine gloriously naked or nearly naked girls posed as if in the midst of a bacchanalia. Plates full of fruit were strategically placed. The daybed and my drapes had been moved into the corner, huge pillows were scattered on the floor and each girl was posed to create a delicious tableau.
Wait. Nine? My mind had jumped to the number before my brain had caught up. Kneeling behind the bed—apparently up on a chair to get the right height—Wendy, our waitress from Carmine’s was offering a bunch of grapes to Kate, who was stretched out luxuriously on the bed. On either side, Lissa and Allison were poised, ready to serve, one with a ewer and one with a tray of bread and cheese.
Melody and Bree were positioned on pillows in front of the bed with their legs curled under them, looking at Kate’s face. Just behind Wendy’s left shoulder, Amy and Sonia were pressed closely enough together that their breasts were just touching and they were looking into each other’s eyes. Sandra knelt at the head of the bed brushing Kate’s hair.
I was speechless.
“Will this work, Tony?” Melody asked sweetly.
“Oh god, yes!” I practically shouted. “Let me grab my things.”
“If you go grabbing your things, we all want to watch,” Allison snarked.
“Yeah, yeah,” I said, too engrossed in composing the scene in my mind to respond. “Are you all comfortable enough to hold those positions for a while? It could take me a bit to get all the… um… details in.”
“We marked everyone’s positions and took a reference photo on a timer. We should be able to take a break in half an hour and still get back into position,” Lissa explained. “We’ve been working on this scene for an hour.”
“Great. This is great. Sandra, I need you to shift to your left just a little. Can you do that?”
“Sure.”
“Amy and Sonia, you are just a little too close to the other action. I want you lost in your own world. You have room to move farther back, don’t you? Almost to the wall.”
“Sure, Tony,” Amy said. “And don’t worry about us getting lost in our own world. We will be.” There was a giggle from all the girls and heads turned slightly to watch Amy and Sonia scoot back and Amy reach over to peck Sonia on the lips.
“When I get to you, I’m going to want that little move, Amy. Remember it. Uh… the action pieces. Wendy… um… it’s good to… uh… see you.”
“It’s probably the last time I’ll ever flirt with a customer,” she laughed. “Oh god, I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
“Could you straighten up just a little? From here it looks like you are about to fall over onto Kate.”
“Yes, sir.” The move had the added benefit of bringing her breasts fully into view. Oh, what that red bra had hidden!
“Allison and Lissa, I’m most worried about you two. The position of the tray and ewer are nice, but it’s hard to hold an action pose like that, even for gorgeous athletes. I think it should be a little more relaxed. Allison, lower the pitcher to rest it against your hip. Get it comfortable so it doesn’t strain your arm. You are attentive and ready to serve, but not swinging the racquet yet.”
“Got it. Gee, I had no idea this was so hard.”
“Lissa,” I continued. “Same thing goes for you about being ready, but not being in action yet. Here.” I grabbed the table I’d used as a prop for the candle and fruit in my first drawing and moved it over next to Lissa, careful not to block the luscious curve of her ass with the cloth on the table. I moved the bread and cheese tray to the table and repositioned Lissa with her head up and just her fingertips resting lightly on the loaf of bread. I took the opportunity to trail my fingers down her back and across her ass.
“I don’t think artists are supposed to touch the models like that, are they?” Lissa asked innocently. There was a quick burst of laughter and then everyone straightened back into their places and forced the smiles off their faces. Just three more people.
“Okay. Speaking of unnecessary touching,” I said, moving to Melody and Bree. “You two are beautiful, but you look like you’re afraid of each other. Sweetheart, scoot in toward Bree. I want your positions to be perfectly matched like you’re twins in an interlocking puzzle. Bree, this leg out just a little more so Melody can fit hers into the crook. Good. Cheat just a little this direction, Mel. Left hand on her waist. No, lower… on her hip. Bree, reach out with your left hand and take Kate’s right hand. Rest them on the edge of the bed so you don’t have to work on holding them up. Perfect.”
I stepped away from the tableau to my easel. I put a twenty-four by thirty-six-inch pad of Bristol Vellum on the easel and looked back and forth between the scene and my paper. One more thing.
“Kate,” I said softly. She looked up at me expectantly. I just repeated a gesture she’d used a few weeks ago, but in reverse. I pointed two fingers at her eyes and then pulled them back toward my own. She smiled. I swear, I’ve never seen a smile like hers.
“Okay, everybody relax into your positions. I’m going to take a new reference photo. Ready?” I clicked off about five shots from slightly different positions and then sat at the easel.
“Twenty minutes and then we’ll take a break,” I said. I put my headset on and pressed play. I slipped a pad of newsprint in front of the Bristol and tore through half a dozen warmup drawings in five minutes. Then I started getting serious.
It took three more thirty-minute poses interspersed with fifteen-minute breaks before I was satisfied that I’d captured what I needed. Kate’s focus never wavered from my eyes. Everyone else was focused on her except Amy and Sonia. With just the nipples of their upstage breasts touching each other and Amy’s lips on Sonia’s cheek as the blonde looked up at her, they provided a counterpoint to the intense scene in the foreground. I looked back and forth from my sketch to the tableau as Adele crooned “Take It All” sexily in my ears.
I let myself simply take in the beauty of each girl in front of me and for the first time this afternoon I felt myself swell in my pants. I shifted my position a little to hide the tumescence and breathed a huge sigh.
“That’s it, ladies. I don’t know about you, but I’m exhausted.” Everyone relaxed and started moving toward me to look at the drawing. I noticed that not one girl bothered to dress or cover up. In fact, as I watched them come toward me, Kate was still intensely looking at me with a little smile on her face. She stood straight and regal as she paused a few feet away and repeated our little gesture. Only this time, she pointed her two fingers at my eyes and then back not to her eyes, but to her breasts. Oh, wow! Then she giggled, blushed, and rushed to join the other girls pressing in around the drawing.
Everyone was very complimentary and I got a very personal, very naked hug from each of the nine girls. So much for hiding my erection.
“Tony, I know it’s only three, but why don’t you go get us refreshments from upstairs. There should be Bellini makings for ten. I’d send someone else, but you are the only one who’s dressed.”
“Yeah, I noticed,” I sighed. They all giggled and Melody pushed my ass toward the stairs.
I don’t get aroused while I’m actually painting. There’s too much to focus on. I don’t see tits, I see shadows and highlights. I see contrasts and colors. I see the light playing across hills and valleys, folds and drapes, foreground and background. But when I stop drawing and just look at the subject to enjoy it, it has a whole different impact. And yes, it’s physically exciting. It wasn’t a scene or tableau. It was nine unspeakably beautiful women displaying their naked charms for my benefit.
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