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  “What?” Yvette asked. “It could come as a shock to the system if you’re not prepared. Especially with the equipment I just got a gander at.” She pulled in a deep breath, let it out slowly, as though trying to get her own raging hormones under control. “In fact, if you’re even remotely considering backing out, I’d happily take your place.”

  Annabelle flushed from head to toe. She glanced down at Jessica, working green paint along her right arm, toward her wrist. Jessica said, “She has a point. Though, if you’re ready for it and are sufficiently lubed, it can be seriously good!”

  The mortification got worse. Embarrassment was an understatement for what she felt. Yet, at the same time, curiosity got the best of her. “Um, who does that, exactly?”

  “Lube you up?” Jessica asked in a tone she might use to discuss the weather. “I can do that. But you’d enjoy it more if one of the guys did. What’ll happen is, Finn will give you direction as to placement once you’re onstage. The curtains will be down so no one can see you, and he’ll leave, giving you about ten minutes or so to get ‘situated’. Then he’ll do one last check on positioning and any touch-ups that are needed. After that… It’s show time!”

  Just like that. Piece of cake.

  She swallowed down nervous anxiety welling in her throat.

  “And how long do we…pose?” Annabelle asked.

  “Two minutes. There’s a timer in the corner that will chime at the one-minute mark. No one but those onstage can hear it. Then it’ll chime again just before the curtain drops. We found that was an easy way to let the models know how long they’ve been onstage. Apparently, it can seem like you’re standing there forever.”

  Oh God. With a cock in her ass, one in her pussy and one in her mouth… Yeah, it probably would feel like forever. Especially since they’d have to stand perfectly still, rather than indulge themselves in the eroticism of the pose.

  Jessica let her use the restroom before going to work on her other arm and then finishing up the rest of her body as she stood. Jessica picked up the conversation where she’d left off as Brooke served another champagne split. “The curtain will fall back into place, and then you guys just take your time untangling yourselves and come out whenever.”

  She smiled up at Annabelle, a twinkle in her eyes. As if to say, “Enjoy!”

  Wasn’t that Annabelle’s plan from the onset?

  She dragged in a long breath, let it out slowly. She was now covered with green paint and the fan blew on her. The breeze and the tightening of the paint as it dried on her skin made her nipples ridiculously hard. The thought of Eric and his partners pleasuring her before they “untangled” made her wet. The idea of where all those cocks would fit made her pulse jump and her cunt ache to be filled. Even her asshole seemed to tingle with anticipation.

  Though she hadn’t answered Yvette’s question, the truth was, she’d had anal sex once before. In college, during her “experimental” phase. Admittedly, it hadn’t been the absolute best sex she’d ever had, but then again, she’d been shit-faced on tequila so the memory was a bit fuzzy. She’d been sore the next day, of course. Had no delusions that would be the case this time too. Especially following Yvette’s assessment of her soon-to-be sex partners.

  Yet there was something about the idea of three men pleasuring her that completely overshadowed the discomfort she’d feel.

  Not to mention, the blatant kiss-off to her stuffy self was highly enticing. Making her even more excited.

  Yes, she wanted to do this.

  When she was dry, Finn came in, paintbrush at the ready. He added low and highlights to her body with creamy grey paint, then white. The stroke of the brush on her skin was incredibly erotic, especially since her flesh had turned sensitive and tingly with the thoughts running rampant through her mind.

  Kneeling before her, he said, “Spread your legs wide.” He had to paint her mound because Jessica had left that part of her body for him.

  One swipe of the soft bristles and the cool paint along her labia and Annabelle lit up like a Roman candle. “Oh!”

  She gripped the metal frame of the chair on either side of her hips.

  Finn grinned up at her. “Try not to squirm. If I get these last parts finished in time for them to dry, it’s less touch-up work right before the curtain rises.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Not like you’re painting a wall or a canvas, you know? That’s a pretty sensitive body part.”

  His look was playfully evil as he slid the brush over her clit. “Consider it foreplay. You’re going to need to be wet—and I’m not talking about the paint.”

  “I already am,” she muttered.

  Finn used the brush to paint pink flower petals on her chest and breasts, the bristles gliding over her nipples as he worked, making her desperate to feel them rolled between fingers or suckled. Her breathing grew shallow and her body seemed to liquefy. By the time he was done with her front and back, she was this close to coming.

  “Let’s get you onstage,” he said, taking her by the hand and leading her down the hallway.

  As they walked, the slick, bare folds between her legs rubbed together. Annabelle’s nervousness and excitement escalated with every step they took.

  She was seriously doing this. No backing out now.

  Finn opened the backdoor to the stage and she stepped inside the enclosed room. Eric and one of his acrobatics partners were both there. Looking unbelievably hot in head-to-toe green paint that did absolutely nothing to minimize their hard and hunky bodies.

  In fact, Annabelle’s breath caught at the sight of them. Olympic gymnasts had nothing on these guys. They were magnificently built. Strong, masculine and virile. Their powerful thighs, washboard abs, thick biceps and rock-hard pectoral muscles were so tempting, it was all Annabelle could do to keep herself from reaching out and touching them. Everywhere!

  As her gaze swept over each man from head to toe, she didn’t miss the enormous cocks jutting her way. Full and erect, they made her heart stammer and her pussy throb.

  Maybe she was biting off more than she could chew, but oh God! Was she willing to give it her best shot!

  “You remember Eric from last night?” Finn said to her, not knowing how well she knew Eric today! “And this is Max.”

  She gave a wiggly-fingered wave to both men, not having a breath in her body to move or a coherent thought in her head to speak. At least, not one that wasn’t purely of the “Take me now!” variety.

  “Good to see you again, Annabelle,” Eric said with a sweet smile, not giving away their secret.

  “Nice to meet you,” Max added.

  She smiled at them, her pulse racing, her stomach flipping.

  Finn said, “We’re still attaching our bumblebee’s wings, so we’ll bring him in and rig him up to the harness in about ten minutes or so.”

  Precisely the amount of time Jessica had said he’d give them in order to work out their “placement”.

  “You three get comfy and I’ll be back.” He winked at Annabelle before turning on his booted heels and leaving, closing the stage door behind him.

  The loud music coming from the club would make lengthy conversation difficult. With small talk out of the question, she took a step closer to the men. The stage was dimly lit with a soft, golden glow. The rich mahogany walls and the velvet drapes added an elegant flair to their private room. Almost making Annabelle forget they were about to be on public display.

  “So,” she said, in hopes of breaking the ice. “Did you all draw straws for positions?”

  Her cheeks flushed at her question, but thank God they couldn’t see any pink patches on her skin, because her face was painted.

  Eric chuckled. “Something like that.”

  “Actually,” Max said, “we determined I was the smaller of the three and we thought I’d be the better choice as your…backdoor leaf.”

  She seriously could have died of embarrassment. But she stayed the course. Her gaze dropped to his thick shaft, full and e
rect, before she said, “If that’s considered the smallest in the group…”

  Oh my. She was in for quite the triple treat!

  Yet even as that thought teased her brain, she couldn’t help but feel a little anxious over having that mammoth cock in such a tight place. Either one of them, actually.

  As though sensing her hesitation, Eric took her hand and said, “Don’t worry. We’ll make it work.”

  They were both sheathed with condoms. Lubricated, she guessed. Though Eric certainly wouldn’t need the extra moisture in her pussy. She was already dripping wet. Could feel the warm honey ooze between her lips, making her want to cross her legs. She didn’t. The aching in her pussy intensified when his head dipped and he kissed her on the lips. Carefully, because of her paint, and yet… Not so much. As his tongue delved deep and tangled with hers, Annabelle completely lost herself in the moment. She kissed him back. Hungrily. Greedily.

  He gripped her hips and pulled her against his hard body, the way he had last night. Possessively. The paint on her body was dry, so she didn’t worry about ruining it. Neither did he, obviously. As she returned his impassioned kiss, she felt Max behind her, his hands moving up her sides and then sliding between her and Eric so he could cup her breasts. He squeezed them roughly, making her moan in Eric’s mouth. Max pinched her nipples, rolling them between his fingers and thumbs. Tugging on them until they ached in that really good way. In that please-suck-on-them way.

  One of Eric’s hands remained on her hip, holding her to him, while the other eased between the fronts of their bodies. The pads of his fingers glided over her pussy lips, rubbing the slick skin forward and back, stroking her with a strong, yet sensual rhythm. When he targeted her clit, caressing it in a circular motion at first before he picked up the pace and fingered her with quick movements, she felt as though the room had started to spin.

  Max continued to toy with one hard nipple as his other hand left her breast and cupped her ass cheek. He gave it a gentle smack, making her jump a little. Then his fingers dipped between the cleft of her ass and he stroked up and down until she was practically melting between the two men.

  When Max’s hand swept down and forward and two fingers plunged into her wet cunt, Annabelle ripped her mouth from Eric’s and let out a small cry. All the while, his fingers continued to rub her clit as Max’s fingers pumped in and out of her cunt and his other fingers pinched and rolled her nipple.

  Annabelle had never been so turned-on. Liquid fire flowed through her veins and a bright blaze flashed in her belly, spreading downward to her cunt, which Max continued to pleasure. The first ripple of excitement danced through her and she let it build.

  “You’ve got a tight pussy,” Max whispered in her ear. “Do you want to feel Eric’s cock inside you?”

  “Oh yes,” Annabelle said on a sharp breath of air, knowing exactly how snug and wonderful the fit was. Her eyelids fluttered open and she found Eric staring at her, a sexy smile on his face, as though he were recalling the same thing.

  “Is she ready for me?” he asked Max, without taking his gaze from her.

  “Oh yeah. She’s wet and clutching at my fingers. She wants you to fuck her. Don’t you, Annabelle?”

  “God yes.” She wasn’t the least bit ashamed to admit it. Was just about to come with Max’s fingers inside her, but what she really wanted was to feel Eric’s hard cock filling her. “Fuck me,” she said as her gaze remained locked with his. “Fuck me hard.”

  Like last night.

  His jaw tightened and he let out a low groan. Max withdrew his fingers and lifted one of her legs, hooking the back of her knee with his powerful forearm. Spreading her wide. A heartbeat later, Eric thrust his cock into her and she cried out, knowing no one could hear her with the pounding beat of the club’s music.

  “Jesus,” Eric said between clenched teeth. “You are so fucking tight.” He pulled almost all the way out of her, then thrust back in, pushing the breath right out of Annabelle’s body. “Goddamn, you feel good.”

  Her arms wrapped around his neck as he hammered into her, fucking her hard, the way she’d begged him to. Thank God Max had a firm grip on her from behind, because the leg she stood on started to shake. As Eric pumped in and out of her, she felt her climax build.

  “Make me come,” she whispered on a harsh breath. “Oh God, please. Make me come.”

  He did. Her orgasm ripped through her body, making her cry out again. She was still riding the erotic wave when Max’s hand returned to her ass. Though he continued to hold her leg up for the most optimal access, the fingers of his other hand went to work on her anus, rubbing the rim with the juices from her cunt that still coated his fingers.

  When the tip of his cock nudged her small opening, Annabelle experienced a moment of panic. But Eric kissed her again, as though sensing her hesitation, and continued to fuck her. Keeping her aroused and making her ready for Max’s erotic invasion.

  She unwrapped one arm from Eric’s neck and reached around her backside, grasping a cheek and pulling on it, spreading herself a little wider to accommodate Max. He groaned in her ear.

  “Annabelle,” he said, “you’re making me hot.”

  She broke Eric’s kiss. “I’m ready,” she said. “Fuck me. Both of you…fuck me.”

  Eric’s thick shaft continued to slide in and out of her body, pushing deep when he thrust into her, making her moan. Then she felt the pressure in her ass, followed by a pinching, stinging sensation as Max entered her. Slowly and carefully. Pain didn’t really register in her mind. She was too turned-on. Too in need of everything she knew they could give her.

  She lifted her ass and pressed back against Max, forcing him a little farther inside. A sharp grunt fell from his lips.

  “Careful, Annabelle,” he warned. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “It feels so good,” she whispered. Even better than she’d imagined. Her eyelids fluttered closed and she said, “Both of you inside me, fucking me. My God. It feels so good.”

  And Annabelle came again.

  Chapter Three

  Perhaps, looking back, she’d concede that it’d been greedy of her to want multiple orgasms before she’d even fulfilled her artistic commitment to Finn. She really didn’t care. Never before had she experienced something so blissfully erotic as two cocks inside her body.

  Two cocks attached to two extremely hot men, no less!

  So when they settled into position, after her orgasms, Annabelle was sated. Until the bumblebee arrived.

  His was the biggest cock of them all.

  Annabelle licked her lips in anticipation. This erotic mural was getting better and better!

  Eric and Max had told her Finn had given them each a little blue pill to keep them hard for the show. They were still stiff inside her body, since they hadn’t yet given in to their own releases. But they had to remain perfectly still while Finn positioned them, which made Annabelle crave them even more, wanting them to move inside her again.

  Finn directed the men in front and behind her to grip each other’s forearms and lean back, away from the “stem” Annabelle’s body created. Their torsos were arced just so, creating graceful leaves that surrounded the flower that was Annabelle, who stood on a raised platform between the men so all three pelvises were as aligned as possible.

  Rigging the bumblebee—Jasper, as Finn had introduced him—to the ceiling took less than a couple of minutes. Apparently being an expert at wire harnesses, the three professional acrobats had consulted with Finn’s crew previously and all they’d needed to do was hook Jasper up and reel him toward the ceiling. Now he dangled so close to Annabelle’s face that she had to do little more than open her mouth and his cock slid in.

  Her bare feet were planted firmly on the stage floor, but she still swayed a bit, what with all the cocks she had inside her, and the fact that she was literally counting the seconds in her head until her two minutes were up. And the curtain hadn’t even been pulled yet!

  She hated thi
s part. This anticipation. This stillness. She wanted movement. She wanted action. She wanted the cock in her pussy and the one in her ass to thrust in and out again. She wanted to suck hard on the thick shaft in her mouth. Couldn’t stop herself from doing just that, which elicited a low hiss from Jasper.

  “Jesus, Annabelle,” he groaned as his body bucked, making him sway on the harness. “You’re going to make me come.”

  She would have grinned in triumph if her mouth weren’t full.

  “Still, people!” Finn snapped. “Just a few seconds more.” He was completing his touch-up work. Fixing all the smudges created when Annabelle and her men had figured out their positions. Though Max’s cock was not that far in her ass, it still stretched her and made her backside tingle and sizzle. Eric had had to pull his cock out a little too, per Finn’s direction, so the piece was “balanced”. She guessed that to mean the same amount of cock could be seen on either side of her.

  “All right,” Finn said, looking quite pleased with himself. He settled Annabelle’s flower headdress at the right angle and then clasped his hands together. “That’s fucking hot.” Then he walked out, leaving the four joined models to their heavy breathing and discomfort at having to stand perfectly still for two whole minutes.

  Not moving an inch.

  Annabelle wondered how she’d make it through this torture.

  Surprisingly, the first chime came quickly. But not only did it bring relief that they were halfway through this waiting game, it also reminded Annabelle that in one more minute, she just might get everything she wanted!

  Three men. One woman.

  Eric and Max had fucked her good, but somewhat carefully. Getting her body used to them was part of their cautious lovemaking, she suspected. They’d also had to be cognizant of Finn’s paint job.

  But after that curtain dropped in…thirty-three…thirty-two…thirty-one seconds… There’d be no need to worry about smudging the body paint!