Page 59 of Who's Playing You
“Sorry? You said something?”
“Oh, no. Nothing. Just that you’re right, terrific lightning. So where do you want me?” I asked her as I tore off my shirt and threw it over the chair that sat idly in the corner.
She looked from my torso over to the discarded T-shirt, then back again. I was starting to unbutton my pants and was pulling the zipper down when she halted me, “You can keep your pants on… we don’t need…”
I just gave her one of The Diva’s famous smiles, but for the first time, I meant it.
“Nah, honey, you wanted the full monty, and that’s exactly what you’re going to get,” I teased her as I let my jeans drop to the ground. She tried to be a perfect lady and not stare, but her eyes deceived her, time and again because they kept dropping down to my semi-erect dick, which was beyond excited to finally be in her vicinity and under her watchful eyes.
I’d spent years controlling my urges though, especially when it came to her. So the fact that he was only semi-erect was amiracle and was testament to my willpower. But I’d had plenty of experience when it came to self-control as it pertained to Scottie Anderson.
“You’re… pierced,” she stuttered.
“Sure am,” I replied. “Just a couple of rungs on my ladder,” I replied as I gave him a gentle squeeze and then a tug. “Is that a problem?”
“Oh, no no, just… an observation,” she said embarrassingly. “I’ve just…”
“Never seen one?” I finished for her.
“That’s embarrassing and awfully intimate, but yes.”
“Nothing to be embarrassed about,” I told her simply. “I’m not embarrassed so I hope you’re not either. This is how God, or evolution or whatever you believe in, created us and I just enhanced mine slightly. I’m proud of who I am, and that includes my body, and I have no qualms sharing it with - you. As for the state ofhim,” I said and gestured to my second in command, “sorry about his semi-salute. He’s in a perpetual state like that. Not much I can do about it.”
But the longer I stood there and watched her take in every naked inch of me, the more blood rushed to him. It was a testament to my will power, yet again, over the fact that I was able to keep him from truly pulling a full monty.
“Yeah, no, that’s…” she closed her eyes and took a fortifying breath to collect herself. “No need to apologize. Believe me,” she said as she took one more perusal of my body. “You’re going to give me plenty to work with.”
I laughed at that while I struck a pose for her. “Paint me like one of your French girls, Scottie,” I laughed.
Scottie couldn’t help but let out the most natural laugh I’d ever heard. “Oh my God, you didnotjust quoteTitanicto me!”
“I could even do the same pose as Rose did, if you want,” I just grinned at her.
“That won’t be quite necessary, but I do want you to get comfortable because you’ll need to hold the pose for a little while,” she said while she walked around the big open space in the middle of the studio and examined how the light hit her body.
“I could use this stool and strike aThinkerpose for you if you’d rather, look,” I said as I placed my closed fist to my forehead and struck the pose of theThinker.
“Tempting,” she mused. “But here, come here,” she instructed me and positioned me off to the one side of the studio where she was dragging a crushed velvet chair from the corner. I had gotten that chair because the moss-colored green of the crushed velvet was gorgeous, but the chair had no arms and just screamed to be lounged on, and for someone to be draped over its back while another someone held on tight to her hips and pounded into her from behind… but then again, that could just have been the fantasy I had while I saw it in the store.
“Here, sit here, and yourThinkerisn’t a horrible idea, but let’s modify it,” she said as she waited for me to sit. “Lean back, yep, just like that. But now, take your left arm and have it kind of hang over the back of the chair just like- okay perfect,” she said as I maneuvered as she instructed. “Okay and then shift your body weight more to your left hip, so you’re leaning this way just slightly. Then, could you bring your left hand back up and lean your head against it?”
I did as she instructed and I let my legs land in their natural state, which was to man-spread. My Chief Member stood proudly jutting into the air between us, even though Scottie was trying to be professional and ignore him. He was hard to ignore though, he leaned slightly right onto my spread thigh with his glistening tip. I took great care to man-scape multiple times a week, especially ahead of today. My usually well-trimmedman-bush had a smattering of short black hairs that helped accentuate my main man.
She took a step away and examined me, and sure, maybe the lighting too.
“What would you like my face to be doing?”
“You don’t have to worry about that yet, we can chat for a bit, just as long as you can hold that pose for a while. I’ll start with getting the basic sketch down and then the details as well as the lighting. I'll let you know when I’m ready to work on your face so that you can strike a pose with it that’s comfortable to hold for a while,” she explained to me.
“Sounds easy enough,” I said while she got her materials together, pulled an easel over and got herself all set up.
“Will it distract you if we talk?” I asked her.
“Of course not,” she gently smiled at me from behind her oversized sketchpad. “In fact, now that I’ve got you captive,” she chuckled to herself before continuing, “tell me more about yourself. I feel like I barely know much about you.”
“I’m not that interesting,” I stated simply.
She snorted in the most adorable way I’d ever heard before saying, “Somehow I find that hard to believe.”
