Ann's Awakening

Ann's Awakening

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I am yours, Ann. Now and forever, from this day forward.

Grant's words still echoed in her ears, though he had succumbed to sleep ages ago. His body seemed so angelic to Ann, lying tranquil and silent next to her in their wedding bed. He needed her, just as she needed him. She could feel that love wrapped around her like a warm quilt on a cold New England night.

Yours. Forever. The words themselves were not new nor exceptional. She had known his sentiments in this matter for some time now. More than five years maybe. She knew Grant was hers and always would be, for as long as she would have him. Which, of course, was forever. But tonight his words carried new meaning. Tonight Grant was her husband. He truly was hers. She had a ring and a piece of paper that proved it was so.

And she was his.

Ann lay watching her husband's chest rise with each breath, well into the early morning hours. She knew that chest, every freckle and hair. It was as familiar to her as any part of her own body, yet tonight, paradoxically, it was as foreign and exotic as this hotel room. This was the chest Ann would hold against her own, or bury her face in when she needed comfort, for the rest of her days.

At some point before dawn, her own body surrendered to blissful slumber.

* * *

A loud knock pulled Ann from a restless dream in which she was alone on the runway in lingerie that was uncomfortably transparent while a gawking crowd of strangers sat below her. Opening her eyes to the unfamiliar room did little to dispel her feeling of unease. The spot where she had watched Grant sleep was vacant. She could see Boston's overcast sky through the partially open curtain. She heard the door close, and saw Grant -- in just a pair of boxers -- push a cart of coffee and pastries toward the bed. Ann quickly scanned the room to make sure Grant was alone, as she herself was completely nude.

"Good morning, beautiful. Are you ready for coffee?" The hunky man smiled at her as he filled one of the cups.

"Mmmm, that sounds just divine." Ann reached for the cup, and Grant poured a second for himself before settling back into his spot next to her in the bed.

"That was quite the night," Grant whispered as he leaned over for a kiss. He wasn't lying. Making love as husband and wife had been mind-blowing. Sex with Grant had always been incredible, since their first time when Ann was a naïve and clumsy 18-year-old. But last night was different. It was real. They were no longer just a couple of kids on a thrill ride. Last night marked the beginning of the rest of their lives together as mature adults.

"It was," Ann managed after Grant's lips broke contact with hers. She took a sip of coffee, wanting to say more, wanting somehow to express to him all the joy and excitement racing through her heart at that moment. But it wasn't necessary. He knew, she thought.

"What time do you have to be in Newport?" Grant asked.

Dirty, unwelcome reality crept in to sully their lovely fantasy morning.

"Four at the latest, I guess. Jack said he'd shoot the other girls first, but we all have to be down to catch the light for the beach shots." Maybe the shortest honeymoon ever, Ann thought. But the job was easy money that would pay for this room and then some. They'd been frugal with the small wedding -- no help from either set of parents -- but it had still set them back.

"Well, that gives us a few hours. Whatever shall we do with all that time?" Grant playfully waggled what looked like a chocolate croissant in front of her face. It was about the last thing Ann should be putting into her body right before a shoot, but what the hell. One bite wouldn't hurt.

She took a sip of coffee and let it mingle briefly with the rich chocolate in her mouth before setting down her cup. Ann took Grant's cup and set it next to her own, then climbed on top of him, pleased to find he was already quite aroused. She teased him a bit, slowly moving her pussy over his erection, enjoying the feel of the boxers' silk fabric against her clit. She was already growing quite wet. Marriage did wonders for the libido it seemed.

But she would only tease Grant so much. She rose a bit on her knees to give him room to pull down his shorts. They didn't quite make it to his knees, but that was enough. Ann reached down and rewarded Grant's liberated cock by rubbing its tip against her wet clit. This elicited the groan from her man that Ann was looking for. With his legs still partially bound by the underwear, and the rest of his body pinned by his wife's weight, Grant was Ann's helpless plaything for a while. She ground against him, rubbing his shaft between her labia, but not quite permitting full penetration. Grant's breathing deepened, and she could feel his anticipation. It felt delicious.

Ann continued to slowly glide back and forth against her husband's penis as she moaned softly. She could feel her orgasm building up, and she wanted to make it last. She considered the strangeness of the male organ as she manipulated his with her own soft parts. It was the only penis that had ever been inside of her -- the only one she had ever even touched, in fact. And now she had made a sacred vow that this would remain true for the rest of her life. Ann considered the significance of that vow a moment as she felt the cock pulse beneath her. She had not the slightest tinge of remorse nor apprehension over the decision. This was the only cock she would ever need. She held it in her hand as she brought her body down slowly and took all of it inside of her, enjoying the sensation and the obvious pleasure it brought Grant.

* * *

It was 3:40 when Ann pulled her Ford Escort into an open spot near the Rochester mansion. As much as she hated leaving the room in Boston, and her new husband, she knew the overcast sky would give Jack more time for his beach shots, which he'd want to take advantage of. She was glad she wasn't showing up too late. Jack was probably the most skilled photographer she'd ever been fortunate enough to work with, and by far the kindest. She hated disappointing him.

The shiny black Maserati and the two Porsches parked in the driveway of the historic structure were impressive props, even for Jack. He was clearly going all out for this one. The massive front door was slightly ajar, and Ann slipped in quietly. The foyer and an adjacent sitting room were abuzz with activity and moving bodies. There was the typical air of controlled chaos that marked a Jack Seager photo shoot.

Wendy -- Jack's hair and make-up woman -- caught Ann's attention, and she made her way toward the vacant chair at Wendy's workstation. Ann enjoyed a warm embrace from the professional cosmologist she had known since she was a teenager.

"My god, Ann, I can't believe you're married!" Wendy gushed as Ann took her seat. Then in a lower voice, "and I can't believe you're spending your honeymoon here! What's wrong with you, girl?"

Ann laughed. "It's Jack! You know I couldn't miss this. Anyway, I got a whole life ahead of me with Grant."

"Well, I guess that's true. What a prize you landed, Annie! That man!" Wendy began running a comb through Ann's long, dark hair. Fortunately, Ann would not be modeling any of the gowns and didn't need an elaborate updo. Jack had scratched her from that line-up, but kept her on for the bikini shoot, still at a full day's pay. It was a generous wedding gift.

"As handsome a face as any model I've ever seen, but ten times as charming! And he's gonna be a doctor to boot!" Wendy continued as she adjusted Ann's bangs. "And that body! Ooh, girl!"

"Ok, ok, I get it! You've got the hots for my husband!" Ann laughed. Wendy was pushing 70, but still. Ann might want to keep Grant out of her lusty reach.

Wendy smiled as she started on Ann's eyeliner. "I was lucky enough to spend forty-five beautiful years with my own dreamboat before he was taken from me. It's a rare thing, believe me. I don't know too many other women who've found that in life. Specially round this business."

Wendy finished with her eyelid, and Ann looked left to see Jack thank one of the exquisitely gowned models the way he always did, graciously taking her hand and guiding her off the set before he gestured for the next one to come up.

"Don't you ever take a single day for granted, Annie," Wendy mused as she touched up Ann's lips. "You hold onto that love you feel today, and he will too. I sense that about you two." She took a step back. "There! I think you're ready for Mr. Jack."

"Thank you, Wendy. And, I will." Ann gave her an air kiss, which Wendy returned, then she made her way over to Jack's assistant Greg, who was carefully studying a clipboard.

"Ann, so glad you made it!" Greg said as he looked up to see her approaching. He gestured with the clipboard toward Jack and his model. "That's Jack's last dress, and the other girls are already getting into swimwear. I've got you in..." Greg ran a finger down his paper. "Red bikini. That work?"

"You got it. Thanks, Greg."

"Oh, and congratulations. I'm sure you looked fabulous." Greg turned away, his attention already refocused on the clipboard.

A makeshift dressing room had been set up in what must have been the home's dining room. An enormous rosewood table was covered with the various articles of street clothing that four women had exchanged for ball gowns. Those same ball gowns were now being stripped off to be replaced with tiny bikinis.

"Ann! You're here!" One of the models, Tiffany, clad in nothing but a pair of panties, squealed as Ann entered. She and the other two all rushed over to give gentle hugs, being cognizant of freshly done faces and hair.

"How was the wedding?" Julie, another model, asked.

From behind the screen came a loud set of hand claps. "Girls, let's go! We need to get outside. Social time later." Greg could always crack a whip when needed to keep things on schedule, allowing his boss to be the ever laid-back and amiable artist he was.

Ann slipped off the soft cotton sun dress she had worn for the drive down to minimize skin creases. She generally eschewed bras before shoots for the same reason, but also because she simply didn't need them. She had been blessed with near perfect, naturally perky, C-cup breasts. As she pulled off her underwear, Ann's memory flashed back to just before she had donned the panties only a few hours ago. Despite her need to hit the road, she couldn't resist Grant's insistence on bringing her to climax one more time with his tongue as she was trying to dress in their hotel room.

Ann shook Grant from her consciousness as she grabbed the red bikini from the hanger. It was skimpier than she had expected, and she was grateful she had worn the sun dress and not jeans. Every inch of her butt would be on display.

Ann didn't mind skimpy as long as it was tasteful, and Jack was always that. She knew she had a good body, and she didn't mind letting a professional work with it. Ann did not do nudity, though. Well, there had been that one topless jeans shoot in Los Angeles when she was barely 18. Sort of a throw-back to Brooke Shields. Everything was covered in the actual photos, though. Today's bikini top would probably show off far more of her boobs than anything from the Los Angeles spread.

Ann stood in front of the mirror and adjusted the bottom. She only just managed to cover her vagina with the tiny fabric triangle, and tried to make peace with the G-string digging into her crack. Ann fervently hoped she was the only woman to ever try on the suit, though she knew she probably wasn't.

The top was also constructed with minimal fabric, but it fit her well. Another model once told Ann she had the breasts of a mannequin, so anything she draped over them ended up looking spectacular. Tiffany came over and helped adjust the knots, then Ann took one final spin for the mirror. Her belly was perfectly flat despite the morning croissant, her ass pleasantly round. Satisfied, she walked out with the other women, past Megan, the other model, who was just then rushing in to shed her gown.

"Oh you girls simply look amazing! You may turn me straight yet!" Greg gushed with an exaggerated lisp. Being openly gay, this was his tired running joke with the female models that he seemed to think hilarious.

"Tiffany, Ann -- you're up first. Out by the Boxster."

Jack was already outside with a tripod set up to use the mansion as a backdrop for the car. Ann wondered what the focus of the shoot actually was. She hadn't thought to ask. That it was a Jack Seager project was enough for her.

Ann and Tiffany struck multiple poses together by the car, with minimal coaching. Jack switched cameras and began moving around, capturing the women from various angles. Ann surreptitiously glanced down now and then to check her coverage, but she wasn't terribly worried. She trusted Jack. He would immediately expunge any nip slips or loose vag shots.

"That's great, girls. You three..." Jack gestured to the waiting models with his left hand as he continued to shoot Ann and Tiffany. "... take positions in front of the 911, and then I'm going to want all five of you by the Maserati. That's the black car, Tiffany."

"I know that, Jack!" Tiffany responded, pouting. Jack winked at her, then moved on to his other models.

Ann was grateful for the break. Anyone who said modeling wasn't work had never tried parading their body through countless unnatural poses while a crowd scrutinized every tiny wrinkle and dimple. It was taxing, to say the least.

Ann wondered if Grant had made it home yet. He had a class in the morning, and he'd want to prepare some tonight. Short honeymoon. But Ann felt a swell of pride for her husband, knowing how devoted he was to his students. And they thought the world of him, from what she could tell. She laughed, imagining young college girls falling over each other to get a front row seat at Professor Roberts's lectures on civics or colonial history.

But most of Grant's time these days was spent finishing up his doctorate. Teaching a few courses at Amherst helped cover the tuition, but just barely. If and when Grant got a tenured position teaching history, the pay wouldn't be much better, but they'd get health coverage at least. And some stability. Grant wanted children, and Ann assumed she would too, eventually.

For the time being, Ann could support them on her modeling income. It was enough to cover rent on their tiny apartment, utilities, and even the occasional dinner out. Ann was good at what she did, and was often sought out by agencies and individual photographers. But at just barely five feet seven inches, she could never hope to achieve anything close to supermodel status. No, Dr and Mrs Roberts would never be a wealthy couple, but they would be happy. And that's all that mattered.

The staccato smacks of Greg's clapping jolted Ann back from her daydreams of her husband. "Let's go, girls! We need a line here in front of the hood! Tiffany in the middle, please!"

At six foot two, Tiffany had the raw material to go far in modeling. If she could get off the coke, Ann thought. Then again, maybe it helped. Who knew? It just wasn't something Ann was interested in messing with, though she had ample opportunities.

Jack quickly took a few dozen shots of the girls with the Maserati before Greg herded them down to the waterfront for more photos on the rocks. It was mostly group shots or pairs, but Ann's heart jumped when Jack set her up for a solo series. Getting photographed by Jack Seager meant getting seen. And for Ann, getting seen meant potentially higher paying jobs.

Twilight was fading over Easton Bay as Jack and Greg packed up the equipment and the women walked back to the house huddled under blankets. Ann was dreading the long drive back to Amherst, but relished seeing Grant at the end of it.

Inside, Ann stripped out of the bikini and returned it to its hanger, wondering if it would be laundered before the next shoot. She doubted it.

Tiffany touched her arm as she reached for her panties on the table. "Hey, Ann -- are you hanging around tonight? We're going to go grab drinks downtown."

"Aw, thanks Tif, but no. I've got a long drive home and a new husband waiting there." Ann slipped her panties on and picked up her dress.

"Yeah, I get it. Hey, how was the ceremony?"

"It was beautiful. Dad walked me down the aisle. Mom cried. Everything I could've hoped for."

"That sounds perfect."

"It was really small," Ann added quickly, realizing though everyone in the room knew about her wedding, no one here had received an invitation. "Just a few friends and close family."

Fully dressed now, Ann said her final goodbyes to the other women, then headed out to do the same with Wendy before collecting her pay from Greg. But Tiffany caught up with her outside the dressing room and pulled her aside.

"Hey, I wanted to check in with you about something before you take off."

"Sure, what's up?" Ann said.

"I got a shoot next week, but I can't make it. I thought you might want it. It's out in Manhattan, but the guy's paying a cool grand for just a Thursday afternoon."

Ann's interest was piqued. Manhattan was far better exposure than anything she could ever land in Massachusetts, and the pay was almost twice what she was getting for today. But this was Tiffany, and that made everything a little suspect.

"What's the shoot?" Ann asked.

"He's an artist. Very professional. I've worked with him before."

"Nudes?" Ann asked.

"No, I don't think so. I mean he's never asked me before. If you're interested, I'll give you his number and you can feel him out yourself. He's a decent guy and I hate to flake on him. I'd feel a lot better if I could offer him someone like you."

"Okay, thanks, Tif. Let me think about it."

"By the way, I didn't mention it to the other girls. I wanted you to have first dibs. Call it a wedding present or whatever." Tiffany shrugged and looked down.

"Okay, okay. You got me. Give me his info and I'll call. I gotta get going, though."

Tiffany threw her arms around Ann and hugged her tight. "Thanks, Annie! You're the best. And you'll love Gary."

After getting another hug from Wendy and a check from Greg, Ann walked out to her car. The fifteen-year-old Escort with its scrapes and faded paint was a far cry from the beautiful machines Ann had just been photographed with, but it got her where she needed to go. She started it up and put it in drive, but when she depressed the gas pedal, the engine only revved. She shifted back from park to drive with the same result. On the third try, the transmission engaged and she was able to pull forward. Something didn't sound right, though, and Ann worried about the long drive back to Amherst. She took it slow, hoping the engine wouldn't fall out along the way.

Ann turned on the radio for distraction. Celine Dion was wailing out the song from Titanic. She switched over to NPR, but it was just more coverage of Clinton's sex scandal. The leader of the free world was about to get impeached for getting a fucking blow job. No, he was getting impeached for lying about the blow job, Ann reminded herself. She wondered about his wife, Hillary. Could she still love the man after all this? Ann couldn't imagine Grant ever cheating on her, but she thought maybe she could forgive him if he were genuinely remorseful. But not if he lied to her... That would be worse than the cheating, Ann thought.              

Ann punched the button on the radio to switch back to Celine.

Three hours later, she pulled into her parking space at their apartment complex. Ann was relieved to see Grant's car in the next spot over. She would need to get her engine checked out tomorrow.

* * *

Ann was a wife now, and on Monday she decided to have dinner waiting for her husband when he got back from class. The frozen pizza was already in the oven when Grant got home. Ann met him at the door with a kiss.

"Smells great!" he said.

"Get out of those clothes and come sit with me."

Grant shed his jacket, shirt, and shoes in the bedroom, then joined Ann on the sofa.

"How was your shoot?" he asked.

"Well, I think you would have liked my bathing suit. It was red and small enough to fit in your jeans pocket."

"Mmmm. Did you get to keep it?"

"No, unfortunately. Otherwise I'd be modeling it for you in person right now."

"Well, I can't wait to see the pictures. How the hell did I manage to marry a bikini model anyhow?"

"Must have been your fat bank portfolio," Ann said smiling. "Most of the shots were in front of the mansion and some fancy cars. They're for some magazine article on New England's rich and famous. Jack took a few more of just me, but I don't know what he's using those for."

"Nice. What magazine?"

"I don't know. Jack didn't say. Oh, by the way, I picked up a job Thursday. I have to take the train to New York, though. I might stay over with Maddie that night. Do you mind?" Maddie was Grant's sister who lived with her husband in Greenwich, Connecticut, an easy stop on the way home.

"Oh sure. Maddie would love to put you up." Ann and Maddie had been best friends since before Ann started dating Grant. She was more Ann's sister than Grant's.

"Can you get by a whole night without me?" Ann asked.

"We'll see. There's still another pizza in the freezer, right?"

* * *

Ann climbed out of the subway station at 49th Street with her small wheeled bag just after three o'clock. She had only a short walk to Gary's studio. It was going to be an artistic shoot, she had learned over the phone with the photographer, just as Tiffany had suggested, and he had a closet full of outfits for Ann to try out. Ann had packed a couple of her own dresses and shoes, just in case, and right now she was wearing the same sun dress she had worn to Newport last week.

The address Gary sent her turned out to be a residential apartment rather than an obvious studio, so it was with the slightest trepidation that Ann pushed the button next to the photographer's real name, Gergo. She jumped a bit when the door buzzed without any query from the speaker. But Ann mostly trusted Tiffany -- to a degree. She pushed open the door and pulled her suitcase in behind her.

A broadly smiling man was waiting inside an open doorway when Ann stepped out of the elevator on the fourth floor.

"Ann?" he asked.

"Yes, hi! You must be Gary?"

Ann switched the roller bag handle to her left hand and reached out her other to the man in the doorway. He was in his forties, maybe. Black, unkempt, curly hair and probably a couple days' worth of growth on his face. It was the kind of look many older male models Ann knew tried to achieve with some effort, but this man seemed to pull it off quite naturally. He even smelled nice.

"Yes, yes. Come in, please! Make yourself at home," Gary said quickly in a heavily accented voice. German, or maybe Slavic, Ann had thought.

Inside, the place was devoid of anything that might have suggested a residence, and it seemed to be an actual studio after all. There were several light stands, including two softbox umbrella reflectors, and a collapsed background screen. Two racks of hangered outfits waited against the wall, and there appeared to be more in a side room. There was no one but Gary in the place, however, a point Ann found unusual and slightly unnerving.

"Would you like something to drink?" Gary asked.

"No, I'm fine, thank you. How would you like me?" Ann asked. She was hoping to head back up to Greenwich before it got too late.

Gary stopped and studied her for a moment, rubbing his stubbled chin between a thumb and forefinger. Finally, he turned and selected a white silk button-down blouse.

"Try this on, please. Feel free go in there." Gary gestured toward the side room.

Ann took the blouse from Gary and wheeled her suitcase into the changing room, shutting the door behind her. She chose black slacks and a pair of black heels from her bag to go with the blouse. The blouse was a bit large on her, but billowed nicely when she tucked it into the slacks. She checked herself in the full-length mirror with the blouse buttoned to just above her navel. Then she reconsidered and fastened two more buttons before opening the door.

Gary was busy adjusting a light reflector facing the window, but his smile returned when he saw her enter. "Ah, is perfect. Please, have seat here." He pointed to the window sill. Ann sat down with her back against one casing and placed a heeled foot against the other side with her knee bent. Gary immediately began snapping shots.

He was deeply engrossed in his work when the front door opened a few minutes later. A well-dressed woman walked in and began speaking in a language Ann didn't recognize. Gary responded with something, and Ann only caught "Tiffany."

Then Gary added in his accented English, "Krista, this is Ann. Ann, please meet my partner, Krista." He pronounced the name as Kreesta.

Ann had already shed the initial discomfort she felt about being alone in the apartment with the photographer, but she found having another woman in the room brought a calming sense of relief nonetheless. Krista was probably around Gary's age, and quite striking. She removed the gray blazer that matched her pencil skirt, revealing a gorgeous beige godet top. It seemed to Ann that Krista probably handled the business side of this partnership.

"It's wonderful to meet you, Ann. Thank you for coming on such short notice." Krista's accent was almost as thick as Gary's.

"I'm happy to be here," Ann replied. "It's a pleasure to meet you both."

Krista said something to Gary, who simply shrugged and went back to shooting.

"Ann, would you take off these pants, please. You are wearing underwear, yes?"

"Uh, sure. Okay." Ann considered going back into the dressing room, but didn't want to appear prudish or timid to this woman. She stood and kicked off her heels, then unbuttoned her waist. She pulled the pants down, taking care to ensure the long blouse covered her completely. To her mild surprise, Krista came over and helped her pull the second pants leg from her foot, then reached up to smooth out the blouse. Krista took a step back as Gary resumed shooting.

"Yes, this is better," she said.

Gary had given her minimal direction thus far, so Ann tried several different poses of her own, including some with her bare foot on the window sill and some holding one of her strappy pumps in her hand. Ann was feeling much more comfortable now, despite her lack of pants, and she offered no resistance when Krista came over and undid two more of the buttons on the blouse.

After several more shots in front of the window, Krista pulled open a gray backdrop, and Gary gestured for Ann to move in front of it. Gary moved around her, shooting quickly from various angles, only gesturing on occasion for Ann to raise an arm or her chin slightly. She liked his style. Ann was a trained professional, and this photographer was trusting in her intuition.

Just when Ann was really feeling her groove, and thought she would go change into another outfit soon, Gary set his camera down and said, "Thank you, Ann. I think I have everything. You may get dressed now."

"Oh, okay. If you're sure..."

Krista said something not in English to Gary, who nodded, and then, as if to allay any fears Ann might have that their transaction was incomplete, she pulled an envelope out of her bag and handed it to Ann.

"I'll give this to you now. You are quite talented and beautiful, my dear. Thank you again for coming here."

The envelope was surprisingly heavy. Ann had expected a check, but it seemed she was being paid in cash. In the dressing room, she quickly swapped the blouse for her own dress before glancing into the envelope to confirm the cash payment. She counted fifteen bills, all hundreds. It was $500 more than what she had been offered initially. She walked back out with the envelope in hand.

"Krista, I think there's a mistake. This is too much," Ann said holding the envelope out in front of her.

"Is not mistake. I counted myself. You are excellent model, and we want you to come back."

"Well, thank you so much. I don't know what to say. Of course, I'd love to work with you again."

"Is settled then. We call you. Please have safe trip home."

Ann went back to get her bag, unsure now of what to do with this much cash. She settled on wrapping the envelope in one of her dresses and shoved it deep in the suitcase.

* * *

"Jesus, Ann! I can't believe you rode the subway in that dress, and holding all that cash! Do you not read newspapers?" Maddie had already chided Ann for her dress when she picked her up at the train station. She lit into her again back at her house when Ann opened her bag and showed Maddie the envelope.

Ann and Maddie had both grown up in the quiet Boston suburb of Medford. While Ann had happily left Medford -- with Maddie's brother -- to pursue an adventurous life as a model, Maddie had simply traded one quiet, middle-class neighborhood for another. Though her husband, Bill, landed a good job in Manhattan, Maddie made it clear from the start that she would not live there nor would she visit him there. So Bill endured three to four hours of commuting from and back to Greenwich each day.

"The dress is fine, Maddie. And it's not like I was going to turn down a cash payment. Somehow I made it safely into Connecticut."

"This time, maybe. You said you're going to work with them again?"

"Probably, if they call. I liked them. Tiffany called this a wedding gift," Ann laughed. "She wasn't kidding!"

"Damn. All that money for a few fully-clothed photos?"

"Well, mostly clothed photos. And then there was all the baby oil and sex with the two of them afterwards," Ann grinned.

"What?... Oh, shut up! Don't do that!"

"Maddie, you know me. I don't take chances. I wouldn't have gone if I didn't trust Tiffany. And if there's another job, I'll see if they can just do a bank transfer."

"Okay, if you say so. I guess there's some advantage to cash, though. You can decide what you want to report to the IRS."

"Yeah, I'm not taking chances there either. I pay my taxes."

"Sure, whatever you say. Ready for a glass of wine?"

Maddie pulled an open bottle of rosé from the refrigerator and poured two glasses. The two of them continued chatting, exchanging memories of last week's wedding ceremony as well as their mutual admiration for Grant, despite a few agreed-upon foibles. Eventually Bill arrived at the door with a large bag of Chinese take-out.

* * *

Ann sat at her kitchen table and looked down at the written estimate from the mechanic. Eight hundred minimum for a new transmission. Probably more before it was done. Though the amount seemed ridiculous, she trusted Tim and didn't think he would mislead her. He was a friend of a friend, and they had been taking their cars to him since they moved to Amherst. This would eat up a chunk of Ann's pay from her last two jobs and leave them still in the hole for the wedding. Ann felt sick about it, but there was nothing that could be done. A grand in repair costs was probably still better than financing a new car over the long run.

It was while Ann was considering this financial crunch that her phone rang. It was Gary the New York photographer asking if she could do a shoot next week back in Manhattan. There would be another model with her this time, but otherwise the same terms and payment as before. Ann did not need to think twice about the serendipitous offer. She readily responded that she'd be there and was looking forward to it. Ann was happy she could soften the bad news to Grant about the car with another paid New York job when he came home.

* * *

After wheeling her small carry-on down 49th Street, Ann was buzzed into Gary's building. The door to Gary's fourth-floor apartment was open, and Ann walked in to find both Gary and Krista inside along with another, much younger man. She realized with some surprise that this must be the other model. Somehow she had expected it to be a woman.

"Ann, welcome! Is good to see you!" Krista said warmly with her arms outstretched for a hug.

As Ann accepted Krista's embrace, Gary broke from his conversation with the young man. "Good morning, Ann. Please meet Nicholas. You will be working with today." Ann reached to shake the hand Nicholas offered. "It's nice to meet you, Nicholas," she said. Nicholas smiled and nodded.

"I'm afraid his English is not good," Gary said. "Niko comes to us from Budapest."

"Well, my Hungarian isn't so good either, but I'm sure we'll get along," Ann responded, smiling. Niko was quite attractive in a shy, reserved way. No sign of the arrogant smarm she found in so many male models.

"I think we are ready," Krista said. "Ann, if you will go and put this on, Gary will start on pictures with Nicholas." She reached into the rack of hangered outfits and brought back a white camisole and denim mini-skirt. Ann took the outfit and retreated into the dressing room.

Ann had opted for a loose pair of sweats and t-shirt for the ride in today. Not because of Maddie's silly admonitions about her dress, she assured herself, but because the weather had been cooler. She swapped her shirt for the camisole, then examined herself closely in the mirror. Her nipples protruded against the fabric just a bit, but it really wasn't transparent enough to warrant a bra. Still, she'd check with Krista. She pulled off her sweats and slipped on the skirt. Krista hadn't specified any particular footwear, so she decided to go with the same black pumps she had worn for some of the last shoot.

"No, you look perfect," Krista responded when Ann quietly queried her about a bra. Then she asked Gary something in what Ann now assumed to be Hungarian.

"Yes, yes. Ann, please five minutes. Thank you." Gary continued to snap shots of Niko in front of the screen. He said something to the model in Hungarian. Niko nodded and removed his shirt, then undid the top button of his jeans. Niko ran through another set of poses with the jeans pulled down just a tad below his hips. The man's physique was impressive. He was taller than Grant and had more defined abs. Ann caught herself wondering about other comparisons between the two men, but then shook the inappropriate thought from her mind.

Gary took several more shots, then set the camera down. "So, Ann," he turned toward her. "Please stand in front of Niko and look at him as you would your lover."

"Uh, okay." Ann hesitated, but took a position in front of Niko and turned toward Gary. Gary added, "Is for cover art for music album," as he picked up his camera and began shooting again.

Gary lifted his arms over his head to indicate how he wanted Ann to pose, then added verbal directions in Hungarian to Niko. Ann lifted her arms, raising the camisole hem above her bare navel. Then Niko placed his hands on her waistline, just above the skirt. They were surprisingly warm in the cool room. Ann turned to look into his eyes, imagining she was looking at Grant.

"Good, good," Gary said as he moved about the couple with his camera.

Ann tried to follow Niko's lead as he switched up poses, touching her shoulder, her cheek, her hand. She thought of Grant and their lovemaking the previous night.

After several minutes of shooting, Gary put the camera down and said something to Niko. The man responded, then put his shirt back on and took a seat in the plush chair that sat in the far corner of the room. Niko picked up one of Gary's cameras and turned it over in his hand, studying it with a disinterested look. Gary turned to Ann.

"Ann, I want to make new offer for you for today," he said. "I..." Unable to find his English words, Gary rattled something off to Krista. Krista nodded, and turned to Ann.

"Ann, we understand you were clear about your no-nudity clause in our first shoot," she said. "But Gary would like to do pictures of your body today, if you are agreeable. No face. One thousand extra bonus payment. Do you understand?" Krista waited for Ann.

Ann did not respond immediately. Gary was not the first photographer to try to get her nude. Showing anything more than what a bikini exposed was a hard line for Ann. She had known other girls who had gone that route, only to find their careers soon at a dead end.

But Gary and Krista seemed different. They were professional and had not the slightest creepy vibe about them. And if these were only body shots with no identifiable features, what was the harm really? Ann glanced over at Niko, who was engrossed in his camera and seemingly oblivious to Ann's moral dilemma. In a deep recess of her consciousness, Ann thought again of Niko's perfect torso. She had seen him half naked -- why shouldn't he see her? Then she buried that iniquitous line of thinking and considered instead her Ford's transmission.

"Fifteen hundred additional, and my face does not appear in any of the nude shots," Ann countered.

"Done," Krista pronounced without so much as a look toward Gary. Damn, I should have asked for more, Ann thought, but resigned herself to the bargain.

"Very good," Gary said. "Ann, please take off shirt, but hold over your head. Cover face, yes?"

Ann did as she was told, uncovering her body as she covered her face with the thin fabric. It was fairly transparent after all, she realized, as she watched Gary's shape move about snapping photos of her. His would be the first ever taken of her bare mature breasts, Ann considered. She wondered if Niko was now watching. Wait, Niko had a camera too!

Ann quickly pulled the camisole back down and turned toward the young man in the chair. He was looking, but the camera was no longer out.

"Is okay?" Krista asked, concerned.

"Yes, it's fine," Ann said. Then gesturing toward Niko, "No other cameras, please."

"Ah, yes of course," Gary said, then verbalized a directive toward Niko. Niko responded with a nod and what Ann assumed to be polite acquiescence.

"We continue, yes? Please remove shirt completely. Put head down," Gary said, mimicking the gesture. He lifted his camera again.

Ann complied, taking care to not expose her face to Gary's lens. Posing without being able to see the camera was challenging. She could only trust that Gary would honor their agreement. Ann knew that she would have to tell Grant about the shoot tonight, and wondered how we would take the news. She knew he was not opposed to her doing nude photos -- that was just her own rule. Still, her body was his now, and here she was renting it out to these people without consulting him first.

"Ann, will you take off skirt, please?" Krista asked.

Ann slowly unzipped the skirt and let it fall, wondering how far she should go. She did not want to take her panties off, but of course that was an assumed element of their agreement. She snuck a glance over at Niko, only to confirm he did not have a camera, she assured herself. Gary snapped several more shots.

"And now the underwears, yes?" Krista said. Ann almost said no. She was uncomfortable with this. But she was too professional to quit a job she had signed on to. Ann turned away from the photographer and pulled her panties down, slipping them off one foot at a time.

Ann was completely nude now, in a studio with a photographer and near-strangers studying her body. It was a position she had fervently believed she would never have to put herself in, yet here she was. She didn't have to do it, Ann reminded herself. She chose to. But why? What was it about these two that had made this seem so... ordinary?

Ann turned to face the camera. Instinctively, she wanted to cover her sex with her hands, but instead held them over her face, watching Gary demurely through the cracks of her fingers. Krista was no longer seated in her chair, she noticed. Ann turned to see her moving about in the corner, arranging something on the floor. A blanket?

Gary moved about quickly, capturing all of her from various angles. Oddly, Ann was feeling much more comfortable with her nudity now. It really was just like any other clothed shoot. She even glanced toward the camera now and then, having decided to trust Gary to remove any glimpses of her face in editing. But Ann also wondered how long before she could put clothes on again to pose with Niko. She would never have admitted it to anyone, but she very much enjoyed that part of the shoot, having his raw masculinity so close to her body. The affected lust in his young eyes.

"Ann, please come over here," Krista beckoned. "We would like you to lie here." She gestured toward a black, velvety blanket laid out on the floor.

Ann walked over and got down on the blanket. It felt sensual against her bare skin, and she could see that the color contrast would make for a dramatic effect in the photos. Krista must have laid out some sort of padding as well over the hard floor, because the blanket felt pleasantly soft.

"These shots will all be of you on your back, Ann," Krista explained. "I am going to drape this over your eyes to hide your identity, but your mouth and hair will be seen. This is alright, yes?" Krista was holding up a black scarf.

"If I may look at all the photos afterwards and remove any I'm not comfortable with, then yes," Ann said. Krista turned to Gary and asked something in Hungarian.

"Yes, yes, of course. We do that," he replied to Ann. He held up the camera and smiled proudly, "Is digital!"

Krista held up the scarf again, and Ann nodded. Krista laid the scarf gently over her eyes. The black cloth blocked out all light completely, and Ann found she could make out no movement or shapes around her whatsoever. It suddenly occurred to her just how uncharacteristically trusting she was being of these people. She had never before exposed her body like this to anyone but Grant, and now she was doing so blindfolded.

Ann lay still in a room completely silent but for the sound of Gary's camera shutter.

Eventually, Krista's voice broke the silence. "Ann, please use your hands to cover yourself, as if you suddenly know your nakedness and embarrassed."

Without moving her head, Ann tried to cover her nipples with her right arm and her vagina with her left hand. She wriggled her legs some, then switched the placement of her arms.

"Very good, yes," Gary said as his camera continued to click.

Then in her right ear, Ann heard Krista's voice, very soft. "Ann, I am going to touch your arms to help place them. Is okay?"

"Uh, yes," Ann murmured, a bit startled by the proximity of Krista's face.

Ann felt delicate fingers gently lift her hand from her pelvis and place it on the floor above her head. Then, the same was done with her other arm. Ann lay still with both arms stretched over her head. She felt hands now beneath her left leg, which she had bent and partially crossed over her right. The hands touched her leg softly, straightening it and positioning it slightly apart from her other leg. The camera continued clicking.

Ann lay compliantly in this position for what seemed an eternity. She wondered how many different shots could be taken of a single pose. Eventually she heard Gary's voice inform her that he was done and that she could get up and dress.

Ann squinted in the light of day as she sat up and removed the scarf from her eyes. "Which outfit would you like me in?" she asked.

"Oh I think we are done for today," Krista said. "That is, if we agree on photos. Gary will show you on screen when you are dressed."

No more shots with Niko, Ann realized, somewhat disappointed. But as she stood, she saw Niko, once again shirtless. His back was to her, but she could see he was zipping up his jeans. Odd. He was getting dressed, not undressed.

Niko had been part of her blind nude shoot?? Ann suddenly felt very uneasy and vulnerable. She quickly retreated to the dressing room and closed the door behind her. Only when she retrieved her sweat pants did she remember her panties were still out by the backdrop. Whatever. She slipped on the loose pants and then her t-shirt. Ann took several deep breaths before opening the door and walking back into the studio.

Gary and Niko were studying the screen on Gary's camera. Gary pointed to the screen and explained something in Hungarian. Niko smiled and nodded. Gary looked up as Ann walked in.

"Ah, Ann. You are ready. We look at photos together," he said.

Ann walked over and stood next to Niko. She could barely make out her naked form on the tiny camera screen. But then Gary attached a wire from his laptop computer to the camera, and a multitude of thumbnails appeared on the larger screen. Gary scrolled all the way to the top, and clicked on the first photo.

A picture of Niko immediately filled the screen. Gary quickly scanned through the sequence of the attractive model, the last several without his shirt. Then Ann caught herself in the camisole with Niko just behind her. Gary clicked through more slowly and deliberately now, allowing Ann time to study each shot. It was so strange to see herself like this with another man, someone who was not Grant. Their poses were spot on, though. They looked as if they were truly lovers, lost in each other's longing stares.

Then, Niko's image left the screen, and it was only Ann. In the next shot, her face was obscured by fabric, but her breasts were on full display. They looked good, she had to admit. Even with her arms lifted, they held their shape well. Nude modeling might not be such a bad career move after all.

It was a bit more jarring to see her own vagina on the screen, especially when three other people were watching with her. But again, she looked good. The full waxing she had gotten before her wedding and the Newport bikini shoot was still holding up. In her mind, Ann considered more enticing ways she could have held her body, and made mental notes for poses she might try the next time she did something like this.

Then came the shots of her lying on the blanket. She had some prior notion of what the earlier standing nude shots would look like, but for the blindfolded period she never had any idea of where Gary's camera was. She had been correct, though -- the contrast between her fair skin and the black velvet was striking, especially when Gary converted each shot to black and white on the screen.

It seemed Gary had held to their agreement. Not a single photo revealed any identifiable portion of Ann's face, despite her mouth and hair being exposed in the prone shots. Many of Gary's photos were close-ups of various parts of Ann's anatomy. And they were good. Even without the benefit of editing yet, it was clear that Gary was a talented artist.

In the next photo, Ann's body shrank considerably as it had been shot from a much higher perspective. But what jumped out and gripped her eyes was the second body lying next to hers. It was a man. A black scarf identical to Ann's covered his eyes, but the toned pecs and abs unmistakably identified the figure as Niko. His skin was darker than Ann's, but only slightly, and unnoticeably so in the black and white version. Where Ann was waxed smooth, Niko had a neatly trimmed bush, from which a penis materialized. A large penis, Ann noted. Larger than Grant's anyway.

Ann felt some initial agitation that a nude man had lain inches from her own nude body without her knowledge or consent, but she lacked the words to express herself. She was too transfixed by the undeniable beauty of the photo. Instead of the outrage she knew she should be feeling, she felt only arousal. Arousal that she had been part of this incredibly erotic image, and arousal by the naked cock that had been mere inches from her own naked body only minutes ago, completely unbeknownst to her. Ann found herself wondering what that cock would look like fully erect. She had only ever seen Grant's in such a condition.

She did not have to wonder long. The next shot showed Niko, now on his knees in front of the wall, with his rigid penis jutting out in front of him. The next was of the same posture in profile. Ann was visible behind Niko, far enough back that her entire out-of-focus body was dwarfed by his erection.

She already had some premonition of what the next photos would show. Even so, it was a jolt to see the hard cock protruding just over her head. Ann held up a hand to stop Gary from advancing, and studied the photo. Her own mouth in the image provided better perspective now, and she could better judge just how big Niko really was. Probably two or more inches longer than Grant, and maybe twice his girth.

"Ok," she said. The sequence advanced. The same shot, but closer up. Niko had been so close, and she had no idea. If Ann had licked her lips at that moment, she might have tasted him. The black and white version was even more erotic, capturing a tiny glistening of moisture at the tip of his penis, and another at the corner of Ann's lips. Two miniscule bits of their respective bodily fluids, not quite co-mingling, but almost.

The next series of shots were close-ups of Niko's erect cock above Ann's torso in various positions from her navel to her pubis. Ann considered the fact that this might be the closest she would ever get to having sex with anyone other than Grant. And she had been oblivious to it all at the time.

In yet another photo, Niko was positioned with his cock just beyond Ann's outstretched hands, making it look as if she were reaching for it. No one seeing these photos would ever believe the two of them were not lovers, or that Ann was completely unaware of Niko's presence. Ann almost laughed at the absurdity of it all. But Gary had stayed true to their agreement. In no shot was she identifiable. She was satisfied of that, at least.

Gary closed the laptop. "Well?" he asked.

"I don't know what to say. The images are truly beautiful, but you misled me. I never would have agreed to that."

"Even if you did agreed, those photos would not be same if you knew what was happening," Gary said.

"True. I can't agree to you keeping them, though. You must know that."

Krista, who had remained silent during the viewing, now stood up. "Ann, we have proposal to make for you."

"I'm listening," Ann said.

"Option number one. You tell Gary delete all pictures. He will do this. We pay you thousand dollars for your time. We shake hands, all go home." Krista paused. Ann nodded, awaiting the alternative choice.

"Option two. You release all photos. We will use as we see fit, but no attribution to you. Ever. We pay you twenty-five hundred dollars."

Ann considered this. No one would ever know it was her image. Not even Grant. She would have enough cash to fix her car or even get something new. But she would have to trust Krista's and Gary's discretion. And Niko's too, for that matter. Or she could just take the thousand and forget this ever happened.

"There is third option," Krista said. Ann looked up. "You release photos taken so far, and we continue shoot. For this we pay four thousand."

Four thousand dollars. For one afternoon. They would want more of the same theme, of course. Ann considered all of this. It was a lot of money. Money she and Grant could use to start their life together on the right foot.

But was this the right foot?

"The same rules?" Ann asked. "Nothing with my face?"

Krista nodded. "No face, no attribution. Your body is all we want."

Ann thought for a minute. "Okay," she finally said. "Where do you want my body."

Gary smiled. "Please take all this off." Then he turned. "Nicholas!"

* * *

Ann leaned back into Niko's body as he sat against the wall. She could feel his chest swell against her bare back, and his penis touching the top of her butt. This time Ann had been able to watch the man shed his jeans, and it shocked her a bit just how aroused that had made her. Niko did not have underwear on, and some of Gary's shots were of his unzipped fly, his soft bush visible beneath a set of rock-hard abs. Krista took Ann's hand and placed it on Niko's pelvis, then indicated for Ann to pull his fly open slightly. Ann's fingertips were mere millimeters away from another man's sexual organ.

Ann was starting to pick up a few Hungarian words and phrases, and she gathered that Niko's direction when he removed his pants was that he should not be erect. Could men actually control that, Ann wondered. But Niko remained flaccid as Ann's hand was positioned in close proximity to his cock without ever actually touching it for several shots.

But now Ann could feel a slight swelling behind her as Niko wrapped his arm around to cover her breasts and Gary's shutter clicked. It felt nice. Too nice.

Ann pulled herself away from Niko and stood up. She covered herself with her hand, worried that someone would notice her wetness.

"Is alright, Ann?" Krista asked.

"Yes, it's fine, sorry. I just need to stretch my legs for a second."

"Ah, we take break," Krista said. Then to Gary, "Five minutes, yes?"

"Yes, no problem," Gary said, but he continued to take several shots of Ann's hand over her crotch before setting the camera down.

Ann wrapped the robe around her that Krista had provided, and took off the velvet mask -- also courtesy of Krista -- that was tickling her nose. The mask did a sufficient job of concealing her identity, she had confirmed in the mirror, and it made the room far less intimidating than the blindfold had. With the mask, Ann was free to see just what Gary was photographing.

She went into the bathroom and wet a paper towel to clean herself up a bit. What was she doing? she thought to herself yet again. She had pressed her naked body up against another man's. Was this cheating?

No, she thought. This was just work. Work for which she was being well paid. But right away Ann knew there were two problems with that reasoning. First, she now had no intention of telling Grant about any of this. She had already decided to put the extra three grand into a secret rainy day reserve for the two of them. Lying was cheating, though, and there was no excusing that.

The second problem was even more portentous. Ann had tried to ignore it, but she couldn't lie to herself.

She had enjoyed feeling Niko's cock against her.

She should get dressed, collect her thousand dollars, and just go home. But Ann knew she wasn't going to do that. She dried herself and left the bathroom.

"All ready?" Krista asked as Ann entered the studio.

"Yes," Ann replied, removing the robe from her body and repositioning the mask on her face. "Same position?" she asked.

Gary said something to Niko in Hungarian, and Niko took a seat on the velvet blanket with his legs crossed. "Ann, please come here and rest on Niko's lap. Your shoulder here.,," Gary tapped Niko's knee, "... and hip here." He tapped the blanket beside Niko.

Ann maneuvered herself into the awkward position, lying sideways with her back against Niko's abdomen. Again, she was surprised at how warm his skin was. Gary said something to Krista, and she came over and lifted Ann's top leg into a bent position while her bottom leg remained extended. Ann felt very exposed, and was glad she had done a bit of clean-up in the bathroom. Gary began snapping pictures.

Then Ann felt Niko again. It was just a gentle tap against her back. Then another one.

"Ah, sahry," Niko said as he pushed back from Ann. Ann sat up, turning to face him. Niko had gone fully erect. He was grinning sheepishly. And blushing, Ann noticed.

"It's okay," she said and patted his arm gently.

"Niko need cold shower maybe?" Gary laughed. "Is okay. We use for next shots. Ann, lie on back here, please." Gary eased Niko aside and indicated where he wanted Ann on the blanket.

Ann took the position Gary asked her to. Her body was tense and it felt good to just lie on the soft surface. Then Gary gave directions to Niko, and Niko moved very close to Ann's head, sitting on his knees. He was holding his erect cock now and stroking it gently. Apparently Gary wanted him to remain hard for these shots.

Then Niko slid closer to the side of Ann's face, and positioned his erection just over her mouth. Ann froze. Gary began snapping close-ups from above her head. If Ann wanted to, she could easily touch Niko with the tip of her tongue. She wouldn't, of course.

Ann parted her lips.

"Is very good. Yes." Gary said with more enthusiasm than he had expressed thus far.

Ann touched her top lip with her tongue as the shutter clicked. She could see moisture forming at the tip of Niko's cock. It was within her easy reach.

Gary spouted out more Hungarian, and Niko pulled back from Ann. Gary climbed up his small stepstool and held the camera directly over Ann, capturing just her prone body on the black fabric.

"Ann, please spread legs apart," Gary directed.

Ann moved her legs a couple of inches.

"More. Much more, please," Gary said quickly.

Ann hesitated, but then moved her legs out into a wide split.

"Yes, very good," Gary said. Then more Hungarian.

Niko came over and kneeled between her legs. Ann looked up. He was stroking himself again, very slowly and gently.

"Közelebb," Gary said. Niko took his hand away from his cock, and slid closer to Ann's crotch. Not quite touching her, but very close. Gary's camera clicked several times.

Ann could actually feel the heat radiating off of Niko's cock. She couldn't see it clearly, but thought he must be an inch or less from her labia.

Ann tried to relax and managed to take her eyes off of the cock that was invading her personal space in a major way. She looked up at the torso it was connected to. Niko looked like a Roman statue. Chiseled white marble. Hard. There couldn't be an ounce of fat on that body, Ann thought. So different from the soft belly and gentle love handles she was so accustomed to seeing on her man...

Grant! She loved Grant. This was so wrong.

Ann wondered if the camera was picking up her wetness. Probably.

"Közelebb," Gary said. Niko looked up at him. "Tényleg?"

"Igen... yes," Gary said.

Niko inched forward on his knees and closed the tiny gap that separated them. Ann felt the wet tip of his erection touch her labium. She held her breath and did not move. The camera shutter continued clicking.

Krista's voice broke the tense quiet. "Ann, you are okay, yes?"

No! Ann knew she needed to scream. I need to get out of here!

But she didn't.

"Yes," she said, trying to control any shakiness in her voice. "It's fine."

The truth, Ann knew, was that she wanted to see how these photos came out. Gary had already created images more erotic than she could have ever imagined, all without her conscious cooperation. Now that she was conferring that cooperation, would the images be as inspired?

Or were they sliding into the realm of pornography? Where was the line between erotic art and porn anyhow?

Ann wanted to find out.

She studied Niko's perfect body, now so lightly touching her own, as the camera shutter clicked for another minute.

Then she decided.

Ann reached down for Niko's cock and positioned it firmly between her labia. Then she used her outstretched feet to pull her body toward his, pushing just the tip of his cock into her very wet vagina. Ann could hear Niko's breathing, but he said nothing. Ann held the position as Gary's shutter clicked again and again.

Then Ann pushed herself further into Niko, taking the full length of his erection into herself. It slid in easier than she thought it would. She tried to resist the sudden ecstasy that rushed through her entire body. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before. But this was about producing art, not fleeting corporeal pleasure. Ann rested her buttocks atop Niko's thighs and stretched her arms out over her head. She looked up into Gary's camera through the mask.

"Uhhhnnnhh!" Niko bellowed as his body convulsed and bent forward. Ann felt his cock pulsate inside of her as it filled her with his hot semen.

"Nem, kelj fel!" Gary shouted. Niko straightened up but then began thrusting into Ann. Now Ann gave in to the ecstasy and moaned long and contentedly, stretching her arms high above her head and wrapping her legs around the man who was fucking her. Finally, Niko finished and pulled out of Ann. Niko got up and left the makeshift bed, but Ann lay still, enjoying the feel of his fluid oozing out of her and onto the blanket. She smiled up at Gary's camera.

* * *

Ann pulled her carry-on into the subway car and took an empty side-facing seat. She was enjoying the discreet glances of a few men as she demurely crossed her legs, knowing the short denim skirt covered very little. The cool air provided a pleasant stimulation between her legs, where there was still some wetness from her session with Niko. Ann's panties were wadded up inside her suitcase, along with her sweat pants and t-shirt. She had opted to wear home the skirt and camisole that were a gift from her new friends, Gary and Krista.

Also in the suitcase was an envelope with $5,000 in cash. Ann smiled to herself and re-crossed her legs.