Odalisque
Thirty-seven
I WAS EXHAUSTED when I went to bed last night, but my mind was in turmoil. I had flashes of naked models dancing in my head, moving around downstairs like chess pieces on a board. I’d shift one and then another, trying to get the perfect pattern.
It’s not like there weren’t obvious focal points that could create a path that the eye would follow. But getting the right one—the one that would say more than here’s a party of naked college students—was the hard part. If our theme was Bacchanalia, there were a few conventions that had to be adhered to. But I liked Rio’s description of the Rubens nudes looking like their clothing had just fallen off. I wanted to see what would happen when their clothes really did fall off.
“Okay friends,” I said. “Everyone have your props? This one is going to be our pose for the day. Damn! I wish I had a bathtub. Justin, I need to raise the air mattress up. Wendy? Can we steal the mattress off your bed for a while? We’d never get Kate’s moved in and out of her room without having to rearrange everything.” We managed to get the mattress into the right spot and then put the air mattress on top of it. I got some pillows and managed to get Justin in a pose that looked like he was relaxing in a tub. Bree stood over him with a bunch of grapes, feeding them to him one at a time. Melody had a big clay pot that she was supposed to be using to pour water into the tub.
I kept Amy, Sonia, and Thor together with him tipping a flask to drink from and the two women poised to kiss each other across his chest. I’d been so struck with the way Wendy was curling up on Kate lately that I put them in that position with Lissa hovering over them. Whitney, June, and Amanda whispered together nearby. Front and center, Sandra and Walt were looking expectantly at Rio who was supposed to be telling them jokes.
I liked the flow and felt that with the food laden table, various champagne and wine glasses, and the other props I’d picked up integrated into the scene, I about had it right. I snapped reference photos and asked people to memorize their positions right now. I scrawled through a few rough sketches and was ready to begin. I glanced at my cell phone. It was ten o’clock Sunday morning. Most of these people had been up till at least three last night and I was amazed that I managed to get them all dressed in their formal wear again after breakfast at half past eight. But everyone was excited to be in the actual scene.
We took a quick break after twenty minutes and I called everyone together to look at the picture of where they’d been.
“This time, I’m going to be looking for natural reactions,” I said. “Whenever I say ‘Freeze!’ I want you to literally hold that position while I take a reference shot and sketch. One thing you need to know is that not every photo will be of the whole group together. Eventually I’ll need you all to come to the studio in your small groupings so I can do detailed sketches instead of the kind of general stuff I’m doing today. But you’ll all get an individual drawing out of it, too. I’m sorry I can’t pay you, but that’s the life of a starving artist.” Everyone laughed.
I went back to the easel, and did another quick sketch, more to get them relaxed than to actually record anything. I put a fresh sheet of paper on the board and stepped around to approach Rio. I’d gotten them used to my moving them around between sketches a little. This time, though, I came up right behind Rio and leaned in so I could whisper in her ear.
“Last chance,” I said. “Are you sure you want to go through with this?” I moved my hands down her shoulders to the zipper on the back of her dress. It was strapless, so when I let the zipper down, it was just going to fall off. I moved the zipper just a little. Rio was shaking like a leaf. She tried to speak but only a squeak came out. She nodded her head. I began slowly pulling the zipper down, holding the top of the dress up and together so it wouldn’t fall until I let go. As I pulled the zipper, I let my hand glide down the bared skin, all the way to the middle of her butt. “Don’t move now,” I said. “Just let it fall.”
I let go and quickly moved to the camera, snapping several pictures as the dress fell in a pile at Rio’s feet. People’s expressions changed. Their heads turned. Their mouths opened. I yelled, “Freeze!” and started sketching.
Yes, Rio is overweight by most standards. But just try to find a skinny girl in a Rubens painting. The truth was she was voluptuous and beautiful. Her skin wasn’t dimpled, it was just full. Her thighs were smooth, not like cottage cheese. Her belly was soft and round, but didn’t hang down over her neatly trimmed pubic hair. Jeez! In Rubens’ “Judgment of Paris” even Venus had little tits, big hips, and thunder thighs. And unlike Beth, who had huge tits when she was overweight and didn’t lose them when she dropped the pounds, Rio’s breasts were no bigger, really, than Lissa’s.
“Only me?” Rio squeaked. Everyone laughed.
“We’ll get you some company,” I said. “Sandra? Would you mind?”
“No.” Her answer was short and abrupt. She wasn’t moving.
“Um… Sandra? What’s the problem?”
“You took hers off of her. You can undress me, too.”
I looked at Walt, seated between the two babes. He was laughing.
“You created her,” he said. “I’ve got this to look at.” Turning his head back to unabashedly stare at Rio got him a slap on the back of the head from Sandra, but she laughed, too. She still refused to move.
Sandra was in her signature Cadmium Scarlet dress. That girl knew how to wear red! This dress was a one-shoulder affair that had a bow on top of her right shoulder. A tie passed through a slit in the left side and another wrapped around the outside on the right. Two knots that held this masterpiece around her body. I glanced at Walt again and he was nodding.
“Sandra,” I whispered in her ear, “are you a virgin?” She giggled.
“Not anymore.”
“Did Santa bring you what you wanted for Christmas?”
“Oh, yes. Santa came. And came. And came,” she breathed. “So did I.” I worked on loosening the bow on her shoulder but left the straps lying there so the dress didn’t fall yet.
“Did Santa suck on your big fat nipples?” I asked as my hands stroked down her sides.
“Yes,” she moaned as I reached the bow tied in back.
“And how about that big fat clitty of yours?” I asked as the bow came undone. “Did Santa like that?”
“He sure played with it a lot,” she said. She let out a long, slow, and very audible moan as she felt the fabric loosen.
“Breathe deep,” I said as I let the straps slide off her shoulders. The dress caught for a moment on those huge nipples and then slid off, lying partly across Walt’s left leg. I heard him moan. “You have to get his shirt off while holding your pose,” I whispered in Sandra’s ear. I returned to my easel. Another reference shot. Sandra did her best not to change her body position as she unbuttoned Walt’s shirt. She got some unexpected help from Rio, who got the message that she wasn’t allowed to break the pose, but still used her upstage hand to help slip the jacket off Walt’s shoulder, quickly followed by his vest and shirt. I was surprised to see that Rio and Sandra had their eyes glued to each other as they worked and snapped another reference photo.
I sketched other parts of the scene. Thor had leaned forward and was nearly crushing Amy and Sonia against his chest. Their cheeks were pressed together.
“Oops!” I heard Melody’s voice. I glanced up. Intentional or accidental? The adhesive tape that held the right side of her dress to her boob had given way and the fabric of her dress fell to her waist, baring the right side of her torso and that delectable breast. Justin’s head had come up as if he was reaching to grab that morsel between his lips while Melody’s water jug had tilted more directly toward his face. Another click and another sketch.
Amanda and Whitney looked like they were about to devour June. Their hands had moved to her shoulders and she looked at them as if she was their last meal. I nodded to Amanda. In a second, June’s dress was at her feet. The little Korean girl had a wild and untamed bush and her dark skin in contrast to Amanda’s pale skin was amazing. Another click. Another sketch. I walked to where the three women were standing and examined the tableau critically. I moved Amanda’s arm, put my hand on Whitney’s hip and pushed her a little more forward. I circled again and pulled Amanda’s zipper down, but didn’t push the straps off her shoulders. I moved behind Whitney. Thinks she’s a tease, does she?
Whitney wore a classic black evening gown. The front looked like a typical one-shoulder design. The skirt fell to heel length on the right and swept up in an asymmetrical hem that cut across about mid-thigh on her left. I see her in shorts on the court every week, but that girl has some seriously long gorgeous legs. She’s about two or three inches taller than I am, and in the heels she was wearing she towered over me. In back, there was just a strap that came from the right shoulder across her back to hold the front against her tiny bosom. There was nothing else until the skirt picked up just where her butt flared out slightly.
I stood behind her and tried to figure out how it came unfastened. I was suddenly aware of a presence beside me and turned to give Lissa a light kiss. I don’t think Whitney realized she was there. Lissa pointed to the two clasps that held the dress together I looked at her and nodded. I ran my hand down Whitney’s back, tracing the line of the dress down across her upper butt. I could see tiny bumps appear on her dark skin. Nice. I left her and returned to Amanda. Whitney looked at me mournfully, as if asking why I hadn’t chosen her.
I slid my hands under the straps of Amanda’s blue gown and pushed them off her shoulders. The dress clung to her form for a second before gravity exerted its power over all things and the dress fell to a blue pool at her feet.
I checked the scene and took another shot then sat at my sketch board. I looked up and nodded to Lissa. She deftly released the clasps on Whitney’s dress and it sprang open, hanging for a second on her hips, then slithering to the ground. The expression on her face was precious and I snapped another reference photo and got straight to work. Lissa stayed behind Whitney with a hand on her shoulder. While I watched, Lissa released the clasp that held her own pale green gown to her shoulder, gave a quick twitch of her hips to let the gown fall, and moved closer to Whitney so they were just touching. I loved it. It was the kind of fluidity in the scene that I was looking for.
We’d been working for an hour, though no one seemed to mind as the entertainment unfolded. We took a break. There were cold drinks and Lissa and Wendy ran to the kitchen to make another pot of coffee. Kate brought sweet rolls down and Melody poured fruit juices. I took several pictures of the table as it was filled and emptied and filled again. When we all had our coffee or tea or hot chocolate, I went back to the easel. Everyone was expecting me to call them back into position, but instead I just cleared my throat. Attention shifted to me.
“Ladies,” I said. “The gentlemen appear to be over-dressed.” The look on Thor, Justin, and Walt’s faces was classic deer-in-the-headlights as the women descended on them. Not to be left out, the four women I had most recently teased joined in the stripping of Thor and Justin. June was just a little more enthusiastic than I expected, getting on her knees in front of Justin to pull his trousers and boxers down. I’d snapped a couple of shots when I felt hands on my shoulders. My jacket was long-since gone, but my suspenders were pulled aside and Kate’s face appeared in front of mine as she tugged my tie loose.
“No fair leaving the artist clothed,” she grinned. I laughed and let Wendy and her divest me of my clothes. I shared a warm kiss with each as the chaos began to settle. While I was at it, I unzipped Kate’s purple gown and let my hands stroke down her sides as I pulled the slinky fabric slowly down. I was captivated by her breasts as they came into view and, checking around me to see that no one was paying any attention to us, I placed a quick kiss on each nipple.
“Me, too?” Wendy moaned.
“You bet, Tiger,” I said as I let the purple dress slide off Kate’s hips and down her beautiful legs.
“Remember the first time?” Kate whispered.
“Kitten, every time is like the first time. You take my breath away.”
We turned and lifted Wendy’s skirts to pull her dress over her head. Her tiger-striped pubic hair was the first intimate part revealed.
“Oh my god! You did get your stripes!” I exclaimed. We all started giggling and I patted both girls on the butt and sent them back to their scene. “Places, everyone!” I called.
Oh, man. A dozen naked women and four naked guys with hard-ons. Correction. Eleven naked women. Bree was still standing next to Justin with her handful of grapes fully dressed. I walked over to their little tableau.
“Are you waiting for me to undress you?” I whispered in Bree’s ear.
“Mmmhmm. Melody said so,” Bree said.
“Ahh. Well, you know what? I like having one dressed woman in the scene. I just want to bring up this side of your gown and tuck it in the belt.” I pulled the right side of her skirt and pulled the hem through the belt so her leg was fully exposed above mid-thigh. Then I knelt and removed her shoes. “Much better,” I said.
“I can’t get naked with you?” Bree complained.
“Not yet,” I said. “Soon.” I turned to Melody who had dumped her dress unceremoniously on the floor. “And you,” I said. She grinned.
I pulled the dress back up around her hips and, lacking any other way of fastening it, tied the loose fabric in a knot behind her butt. It was precarious, but the fabric draped low enough to expose the top of her mound and then gather around her feet as if it was in the process of falling off.
“If I move it’s just going to come off again,” Melody giggled.
“Yeah,” I said. “Don’t move.” I kissed her exposed neck and went back to my easel. Wow! I did some serious sketching.
Once the fun part of stripping was done, the tedious part of getting into position and really holding a pose for half an hour at a time became hard work. After I had general composition done, I started sketching individual groupings so those not involved in the scene could relax and continue to enjoy the party, food, and naked company. It was about two when we took a major break for lunch and by that time, everyone had relaxed into being nude and most of the time the guys’ erections had subsided unless they suddenly realized their surroundings or started talking to a different girl. Each lady got a salute from each gentleman.
I got another idea when I saw Whitney, Melody, Thor, and Rio chatting at one end of the table. I moved Wendy into the scene and asked them to hold the pose for a minute. I snapped a photo and did a quick sketch. Then June lay on the daybed, with Justin, Kate, and Sandra huddling over her for a sketch. Lissa held Amanda as though she had just fainted with Walt kneeling on the floor. I moved Amy, Sonia, and Rio into a corner with the two taller girls bending to kiss Rio. That was a hot scene and the guys regained their erections.
I glanced over and saw a very unhappy Bree standing with her arms folded across her chest. She was still the only one dressed and the day was almost gone. I walked over to her with a tray of fruit and a tankard. She sighed as I positioned her with the tray lifted in one hand and the tankard held out in the other.
“I’m just a servant,” she sighed.
“Mmm. Maybe,” I said as I got behind her. “Hold still.” I unfastened her belt and unzipped her dress. She was suddenly more excited and the tray was beginning to shake. I made absolutely sure to peel the dress off Bree, making full contact with her hard nipples. I dragged the fabric slowly across her pudendum before I let it fall to the floor. I stood behind her for a moment continuing to whisper in her ear.
“Do you think you can hold that pose for fifteen minutes while everyone is looking at your tight little body for the first time today?” I whispered as I let my hand run across her buns and dragged a finger lightly up her crack—not penetrating, but letting her know how close I was to her. The tray was rattling in her shaking hands and I reached up to steady it. “There you go. Do you need help holding it or do you want to be alone for this one?”
“Yes. I mean alone,” she whispered. “I can do it.”
“Look at Melody,” I directed. “She can hardly contain herself. You’ll be lucky if she doesn’t put you in this pose the next time she wants to tease your pussy,” I laughed. Snap. Sketch. It was almost twenty minutes before I finished and Bree was seriously having trouble holding up the heavy tray and tankard, but the sheer lust that shown in her eyes as she looked at Melody was perfect.
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