075

After Tanner left for work, I put in the third largest plug. They were starting to get a little larger and I expected it to be more uncomfortable. Perhaps the gradual stretching of my anus by the previous plugs was working as it went in relatively easily with a little lubricant. I took the picture of the plug in my ass and posted it to the website. Knowing I could be tracked by it, made me uncomfortable, and I assumed I could be approached any time my blackmailer wished. I would be happy when it was no longer the case. As long as we caught him before I had to surrender my anal virginity to him, I could survive the other things he might make me do.

I was at Shizuko's by 8:30. She was sleepily making herself coffee and toast when I got there.

"Would you like some?" She asked, pointing to the coffee maker and toaster.

"Some coffee would be nice," I replied. "I already had breakfast this morning."

Suki poured me a cup and I sat at her breakfast counter, sipping it as she ate her toast.

"I don't know why you want to do this so early," Suki bitched. "Normal people don't get up this early."

"Most of the world is up by 8:30, Suki. They're all pretty normal."

"Not if they're awake at two the previous night."

"Why do you stay up so late?"

"I'm a night owl. I don't feel my creative juices flowing until after noon. Then I'm taking a break after supper for playtime with Erin, or going to coffee shop or bar for drinks with my fellow artists."

"Speaking of Erin; where is she now?"

"She's still in bed like normal people, though she'll have to get up any minute now to get ready for her workout. You still haven't answered my question. Why do you want to start so early?"

"I want to get out of the house. I usually get up with Tanner anyway, so I can eat breakfast with him, and I'd like to be home in time to make him dinner. It's part of my arrangement with him. If I'm going to be Suzie Homemaker, I need to provide his meals." Also, it was too easy for my blackmailer to find me. I don't want him fucking me in my house if I can help it. It seems more disrespectful to my husband. "Plus, I think the morning light will work better for the picture, don't you? Your couch gets some great light from the East."

Suki glanced at the couch. "Shit, you're right. It's almost perfect. Take your cloths off."

I smiled at her and stood up, removing my clothes while she rushed around setting up things to her satisfaction. I was soon standing there without a stitch of clothes. Erin chose that moment to come padding out of the bedroom the same way, naked as a jaybird. She kissed Suki soundly, hugged and kissed me not quite as soundly, and went to the fridge for some orange juice which she drank out of the bottle.

"Good morning all," she mumbled, after drinking a quarter of the juice.

"Morning, Erin. I'm going to be borrowing your robe today," Suki said. "It's the only one long enough to cover Brooke when we take a break."

Erin looked at me critically, then smiled at me. "Why would you want to cover that perfection. She looks good enough to eat, just the way she is."

I blushed, and my hands automatically went up to cover my girl parts. Erin laughed. "Too late now, Brooke. I'll probably picture you tonight when I lick Suki's pussy."

"Me too," Suki said. "But she'll get chilled lying still nude and should warm up occasionally."

"Go ahead, use it," Erin said. "Maybe she'll keep it warm for me."

Erin dug through the fridge and found some cold spaghetti, which she ate out of the bowl. "Have to carb up for my workout."

"It looks as if your workouts are really working out for you," I said. "Your body looks a lot leaner and more muscular."

It was easy to tell. She was still standing there in her altogether. Her abs were flat and descended in a narrow triangle towards her sex. Her arms and legs were defined and rippling with muscle.

"Thanks. I've added three or four inches to my vertical leap and I'm driving the ball a hell of a lot harder on my spikes. Quicker reaction times, too."

"Spanks a lot harder too," Suki said, arranging some kind of throw or big shawl over the couch. "I love it."

"TMI," I said. "Don't want to know about your sex life."

They both laughed. Erin put her empty bowl in the dishwasher.

"Lie down on the couch," Suki said. "Get in roughly the same pose as we decided on for the commission piece."

I lay down on the couch and got into roughly the same position. I was aware of my butt plugged bottom and sex pointing right at Erin where she stood in the kitchen. She didn't say anymore, though I could feel the heat of her gaze on me.

"As much as I'd like to stay and watch; I've got to get going. I'll see you later, maybe, depending on how long you're here."

"Talk to you later, Erin," I said from the couch.

I uncovered my eyes and watched as Suki and Erin said goodbye to each other. Suki stroked Erin's breast for a few moments, turning her nipples into hard pebbles. Then her hand slipped between Erin's legs and two fingers penetrated her pussy. She slowly finger fucked Erin a couple times before pulling her hand away and licking her fingers clean. It was erotic watching them and I felt myself becoming moist as I witnessed their intimacy. They kissed and Erin disappeared in the bedroom to get dressed.

"I'm going to get my camera, Brooke. Stay there for a minute."

"Why are you taking pictures?"

"We've got the general pose we're using, but now I need to get specific. It would take to long to sketch several different ones to find the perfect one, so I'm going to shoot several photos in slightly different poses so we can pick out exactly the right one. Plus, I want to take several over the course of the day to watch the changing light. There may be a particular time of the day that creates exactly the perfect mix of light and shadow. When I've got the perfect pose and perfect time of day, I'll blow the picture up and reference it to get you in the same position each time we break and to reference the way I want the light and shadow to look on the painting regardless what time I'm painting."

"Why not just take a photo and paint from that?"

"A photo is two dimensional and doesn't look as alive as you are. Plus a photo is static. It doesn't move like you do. You may flex your leg, or tighten your stomach, or arch your back as you're posing, bringing out some small detail I want to capture I'd never see in the photo. Trust me. If I painted from a photo, it wouldn't do you justice."

She got her camera, turned it on and adjusted the settings a little. I heard the shutter click. "Try parting your legs a little more." Click. "Close them more and arch your back." Click. "Raise your right arm more. Good." Click. "Put your left hand on your left knee." Click. "Try putting the left hand on your thigh." Click. "Closer to your vagina. Almost as if you're about to touch yourself." Click. "Put the same hand below your breast." Click. "Touch your breast." Click. In all, she took between 75 and a 100 shots.

"Let me get you a robe. Why don't you take a break, stretch. Loosen up."