"Brenda Honey, let's go pretty soon.  I want to catch Walter before he gets
off on a project."  Marnie called to her daughter upstairs. 

"Ready Mom."  Brenda said, bounding down the stairs. 

Then off they went to office building where both Roger, Marnie's husband,
and Walter Larcher, Marnie's blackmailer, worked.  They came into the lobby
to see if Larcher was working the front desk, but a blonde guard named Stan
smiled an over friendly greeting, as he had met Marnie before, but not her
daughter. 

"Hi Stan.  Have you seen Larcher today?"  Marnie asked. 

"Hi Ma'am and Ma'am.  I'll raise him for you."  Then on the hand held radio
he announced,  "Walter, come in Walter, eagle in the lobby." 

Then through the static, Marnie heard,  "Roger that Stan. Be right there." 

"He'll be right here Ma'am."  He said with a huge smile, remembering his
encounter with Marnie in the boiler room. 

"Hey ladies," They heard from behind them moments later, "say Brenda, I've
got good news for you."  Larcher said. 

"Hi Walter, what is it?"  Brenda said ebulliently. 

"I may have your first modeling gig and we don't even have your photo
profile card done yet."  Larcher said enthusiastically. 

"What are you talking about?" Asked Marnie cautiously. 

"What, the gig or the card?"  Larcher asked to clarify. 

"Both."  Said Marnie. 

"Well, come in here and I'll fill you in."  Larcher said, leading them to
the monitoring room.  He asked the guard on duty to leave for a few
minutes. "Brenda needs a publicity card with a head shot on one side and
stats with one or two full length shots on the other." 

"Yeah Mom, it is like a business card, only it is the size of a book."
Brenda said condescendingly.  "So Walter, what is the gig?" 

"Will you make me your agent and give me twenty percent if I tell you?"  He
asked. 

"Don't agents make more like ten or fifteen percent?" Brenda challenged. 

"You don't seem to realize that you would have none of this without me.  I
think twenty percent is more than reasonable." Larcher threw back. 

"Larcher, she's a child.  You can't do any of this without my permission.
What is this so called gig you are talking about?" 

"Down girl.  It just so happens that you can get a piece of this action
too. From what I saw of the proofs, you could have a profile card done up
and get some gigs as well." Larcher said. 

"What about those pictures?  That's why we are really here." Marnie said. 

"No Mom, let's hear about the gig."  Brenda said. 

"Ladies, Ladies, let's get the profile cards done first and take things one
step at a time. Now where is that tape measure?"  He said rummaging in the
drawers of a desk.  "Here it is.  Okay Missy, lift your arms straight up."
He said briskly. 

Marnie was so used to following his orders that she instinctively raised
her arms.  Before she could get them back down, Larcher had the tape
measure clumsily around her breasts.  She put her arms down trapping the
metal tape to her chest.  "What are you doing?"  She asked annoyed. 

"Getting your measurements for the profile card.  Now get your arms out of
the way so I can get this tape to lay flat for an accurate reading."  He
said intent on his project. 

Larcher kept pushing the metal tape in where it bulged, with no luck,
causing him to unnecessarily paw at Marnie's breasts in the process. 

"Hold it.  Time.  Time out.  You're not going to be able to do it this way.
Besides I know my own measurements."  She said, trying to get him off of
her. 

"You have a better idea?"  Larcher challenged. 

"Yes.  Get something like a string that follows contours and then measure
the string."  She said, as if she couldn't believe how ignorant he was. 

Larcher went rummaging again and found some discarded bailing twine.
"Shouldn't I be doing this without your clothes to get an accurate reading?
If I put down one thing, and they find out differently, then it is my
credibility on the line."  He insisted. 

"Here, you can do it for my waist."  Marnie said, pulling out her blouse
from her skirt. 

Meanwhile, Brenda was shucking her clothing for her measurements, eager to
do whatever it took to become a model. When Larcher finished the waist and
hips, he went to a ruled pad, drew two vertical lines to make three
columns, and headed the middle one "Brenda", and the other, "Missy".  Down
the left column he wrote age, height, weight, eyes, hair, bust, waist,
hips, and shoe size.  He started to take the twine to Brenda, when Marnie
interrupted him,  "I'll do that. You write."  She insisted.  "36.  24.
34."  She called out at each measurement over her bra, bare midriff, and
panties. 

When he finished the details for his list, Marnie asked about the pictures
again.   Larcher explained that they were with a potential client, and that
they should go out to pick them up with him, but that first they sign a
statement that he be paid twenty percent of the proceeds of this and any
other jobs he procured for them.  Marnie humored him with her signature for
herself, because she had plans brewing to get rid of him forever.  As
guardian for Brenda, she had more difficulty in deciding, though.  Brenda
pleaded with her. Marnie finally agreed, as long as she was present and
involved in every job. 

"Okay, let's go."  Larcher said, when they were all done. 

They followed Larcher to his car, which was parked outside in a special
parking lot for security and some other employees of the building.  "We're
parked in the covered garage.  We'll follow you."  Marnie said. 

"Too complicated.  Get in."  Larcher said. 

Marnie felt trapped, but got in the back seat with Brenda. Larcher ended up
taking them to "Artist's Row", a section of town, which used to be an
abandoned warehouse district, but had been revitalized over the last decade
by converting the old warehouses to business, artist, and residential
lofts. Larcher had explained in the car that an artist had their photos and
was looking at them with an eye for possibly hiring a model to pose for
paintings. 

They parked. Larcher took off the accouterments of his job and stashed them
in the trunk of his car. Then he took out an old sport jacket to hide his
security guard shirt.  When they got to one of the rehabbed structures,
Larcher ran down the list and found the name, "Robert Dix, Artist,
Instruction by Appointment". "That's him."  Larcher said, relieved there
wasn't any difficulty in locating his prospect. 

"I've heard of him.  He actually has a good reputation in this town."
Marnie said surprised. 

"You have Mom?  That's great!"  Brenda said more excited than before. 

They went inside and to the artist's studio on the 2nd floor. A tall thin
man with salt and pepper hair, dark eyebrows, and a distinguished air about
him, quieted his friendly golden lab, and greeted them at the door.  He
recognized Marnie and Brenda from the proofs and happily let everyone in.
When they entered, the first things that pervaded their senses were the
size of the space, the smell of oil paints and turpentine, and the moist
nose of the pet up and down their legs.  The loft space was open with wood
floors.  It had big tall windows along two walls to let in light. Except
for large columns supporting the floors above and some curtains strung to
create some private living space, the space was open with easels, chairs
and paintings of all kinds scattered about. 

Marnie and Brenda were excused for a few minutes while Larcher took Mr. Dix
aside and talked terms.  Marnie and Brenda marveled at the artwork they
saw. "You see Mom, Walter has got me hooked up with a real artist."  Brenda
said, to sell her Mom on letting her model for him. 

Larcher came over to where the ladies were browsing.  "Okay here's the
deal. If you agree to model as a mother/daughter duo, you've got the job.
It will pay $90.00/hr for the two of you and it is a guaranteed ten hours
work over today and tomorrow.  So are you ready for about four hours
today?" Larcher asked hopefully. 

"Com'on Mom, we can't pass this up.  It's my first modeling job.  It's
nearly 1,000 bucks.  That could help with college.  You want me to go to
college, don't you?  Remember our talk last week about giving new things a
try?  You just gotta do it with me, please."  Brenda implored her mother,
before Marnie could even express an opinion. 

"Larcher, what's involved for these ten hours?"  Marnie asked for
clarification. 

"Mr. Dix wants to do figure studies today with just you two. Tomorrow he
runs classes here, and there will be figure drawing, figure painting, and I
don't know what other classes, throughout the day.  Then on Sunday, he
wants you available for whatever he didn't finish today, or whatever else
comes up." Larcher replied. 

"Com'on Mom, it's not exactly photo-modeling, but it is a start.  He wants
you too, a famous artist, you said it. He thinks you are beautiful enough
to pay you to capture your beauty with his art."  Brenda said, using her
best sales pitch to get her mother to concede. 

Marnie took Larcher by the arm aside.  "Cute, real cute, getting to me
through my daughter.  From the start you said you would leave my daughter
out of all of this and you have wormed her into it, so that now I'm the
'bad mother' if I don't go along.  This has got to stop right here.  I'm
not going to allow my daughter to go down this path."  Marnie said sternly.

"Missy, Missy, Missy, I don't know what path you are talking about.  If you
are talking about modeling, her mother has done it, gotten paid for it,
enjoyed it, and will do it again. Maybe Brenda needs to know about the jobs
you've had so she has someone to look up to."  Larcher threatened.  "This
meets your restriction of having to be involved, you both get paid
handsomely, and like Brenda said, you might enjoy it if you try it.  Now
get back over there and warm your daughter's heart and tell her that you'll
do it."  Larcher said sternly. 

Marnie looked back with concerned at her daughter, who had been fretting,
absentmindedly petting the sitting dog's head, while she watched her mother
and Larcher obviously arguing about the job.  Mr. Dix was taking a "take it
or leave it" stance and went on about his work while the three hashed it
out. 

Marnie went back to Brenda and said,  "I suppose I don't have to tell you
that figure modeling for artists involves being nude usually, Sweetie." 

"Of course Mom, I know, but the results is a painting, not a photograph.
It will be stylized, not actual images of us. Models have to be prepared
for anything if they want to get the lucrative work."  Brenda said.  "I
know what I am doing, and it won't be any different for you than the
boudoir photos you had taken for Dad." 

"The photos."  Marnie thought out loud,  "Larcher, where are the photos?  I
want to see them before I decide." 

Mr. Dix interjected,  "Missy, is it?" 

"No, Marnie is my name." 

"Yes, Marnie, I have them over here on this table."  Mr. Dix said. 

Marnie and Brenda hurried over to where Mr. Dix was leading them.  There on
the table were the proofs of Brenda's shoot and Marnie's boudoir shots.
They both started looking at their own shots, then switched to looking at
each other's. They gave each other rave reviews and were taken aback by the
professional quality that Kenneth Brannon had achieved. 

"Wow, Mom.  Are you sure Dad can handle these pictures of you?" 

Marnie thought of a joke around the word "handle", but kept it to herself.
"I think it will help his far away sales trips he has to take, don't you?"
She asked Brenda.  "If I can have a piece of paper, something to write on
it with, and make a phone call, we can get started."  She announced. 

"Yea Mom!"  Brenda said communicating her glee. 

After they picked out the pictures that they wanted made from the proofs,
they called them in to the Brannons, signed the modeling release, and made
themselves available for the day's session.  "I've got to get back to the
office." Larcher announced, "I'll be back at five to pick you back up." 

Mr. Dix's first request was that he do some face studies, and Marnie and
Brenda alternated between sitting still and watching him sketch.  Next, he
had them get down to their underwear.  Marnie didn't know how to react to
his unusual posing technique of modeling her body, as if she were made of
clay.  Brenda was excited, generally, by any and everything Mr. Dix did or
said for them to do. 

Then Mr. Dix came up to Marnie and closed his eyes with his chin down to
his chest and reached out to touch her body. He started at her neck and
shoulders, then worked his way down her arms, back up to her breasts, down
her abdomen, and then again down her sides.  When it was obvious that he
was going to continue this process with the rest of her body, as his hands
were gliding down her hips, she piped up,  "Excuse me Mr. Dix.  This
doesn't seem regular to me." 

Mr. Dix opened his eyes, stepped back, and broke from his intense
meditation to respond.  "Oh, I can see that this would seem a little
irregular to you if you are not familiar with my work."  He began to
explain.  "Are you familiar with speed reading?" 

"Yes, I think so."  Marnie said. 

"Well, in speed reading, you don't just read from beginning to end, you go
through the book several times with different processes, and the net effect
is that the total time you take is less, even though it doesn't seem
conventional. What I am doing is called 'Kino-mapping'.  It is a process I
pioneered when I lost sight in this eye for a year.  When you add the
kinesthetic model to the visual, you produce higher quality art faster.
People liken it to painting or drawing on 'auto-pilot' after they have
added this process.  People come to me to learn it, and I get good
results." 

Marnie was hushed by this explanation, as it seemed logical to her.  Brenda
was even more excited, because it went to enhancing Mr. Dix's credibility
in her eyes.  So without any further objection from either of them, Mr. Dix
resumed his Kino-mapping by feeling his hands down the front of Marnie's
pubic area and down her legs from her pussy to her toes. Brenda couldn't
wait until she was Kino-mapped, after watching her mother's shudders from
having her breasts and pussy being mapped. 

Before going on to Brenda, Mr. Dix sketched Marnie, and he did seem to work
faster than what Marnie had noticed other street-side artists work at doing
caricatures and portraits. When he started to work on Brenda, Marnie had
all sorts of mixed emotions.  His intent was a professional process, but he
was doing this sensual thing to her daughter.  Brenda was enjoying it as a
sensual thing, like Marnie had done, but should be keeping more of a
professional demeanor, Marnie felt.   "Is this a respected process, a
lunatic's folly, or merely a con?" Marnie wondered.

Now Mr. Dix had the two of them pose back to back.  Then he had them remove
their bras and panties.  They were to stand with their hands held, Marnie's
left in Brenda's right and right in Brenda's left.  Instead of being in
total profile, he had them turn slightly toward him and hold.  When he was
satisfied with the pose, he approached them and Kino-mapped them together,
his left hand on Marnie and his right hand on Brenda.  He worked his way
down their bodies simultaneously, as he did before.  When he got to
Marnie's breast with the nipple ring, he opened his eyes and muttered a
pensive "Hummm", then closed them again and proceeded down to their toes. 

Marnie and Brenda involuntarily squeezed each other's hands when he was
feeling their breasts and pussies, letting each other know their respective
pleasures at his touch.  Marnie felt humiliated to have Brenda know, and
was embarrassed to know the same about her.  Marnie realized that Mr. Dix
had to have known her excitement by the moisture he encountered at her
snatch.  She figured she would definitely need to rape her husband tonight
to get over this much tension. 

After that study was done, he had Marnie bend over and put her hands on her
knees and had Brenda turn around and put her hands on her mother's back.
When Mr. Dix Kino-mapped Marnie in this position, he flicked the nipple
rings up and down at the ends of her hanging tits.  Marnie felt a mild
discomfort, as they hadn't healed completely. 

Next he had Marnie turn around and embrace her daughter. This gave Brenda
her first glimpse of Marnie's new nipple rings.  "Oh my god Mother, what
have you done to your nipples?"  Brenda said with utter shock, eyes wide,
and her hands on the sides of her face. 

"Oh Dear, let me explain latter."  Marnie said embarrassed by the attention
her daughter was directing to her tits. 

Brenda found it difficult to follow Mr. Dix's instructions in the pose from
being too distracted by her mother's adornments.  "Is there something wrong
ladies?"  Mr. Dix asked. 

Brenda snapped out of it, as if she realized she was disrupting a class,
important ceremony, or something.  She didn't want to blow her first
modeling job.  So she just stared at her mother's nipples, while posing, in
disbelief. 

Finally, Mr. Dix pulled out a canvas he had been working on which was a
flower blossom bursting out over the canvass. It was unfinished, however,
in the middle.  He had Marnie bend over in front of him, arching her back,
with her pussy facing him.  He Kino-mapped her rear and snatch, and then
proceeded to paint her cunt into the center of the blossom, while Brenda
watched.  He replicated the shinny dewiness of her cunt lips causing Brenda
to remark,  "Gee Mom, this flower is dripping with so much nectar, that a
whole beehive will want to pay it a visit." 

The idea of that caused Marnie to squeeze her rear in tight and partially
stand up momentarily.  She was almost to the point of dripping, with the
touching, the displaying herself, and the thought that what was seen by Mr.
Dix was being painted by him with camel hair brushes.  When he called time
for the day, Larcher hadn't arrived yet, so Marnie and Brenda looked over
his work and were impressed with his artistry. They got dressed and asked
about the session for tomorrow. Larcher was about half an hour late, which
gave them time to talk to Mr. Dix.  They all sat, he petted his dog named
Vincent, and grew more comfortable about him as a person. 

On the drive home, Brenda started to bring up the nipple rings, Marnie cut
her off, telling her that she would tell her everything in their car on
their way home.  Larcher was too preoccupied with, whether or not, Mr. Dix
thought they were a good choice, and when they would get paid.  Marnie and
Brenda reassured him that he seemed to be pleased, and that they thought it
was the job of a manager to see that they got paid. 

On the way home in their own car, Marnie had to finally explain to Brenda
that the nipple rings were first forced on her but that she finally
relented as a surprise for Roger for his fortieth birthday.  She tried to
reinforce that she wouldn't want Brenda to do anything like it, and that
right after her father's birthday, she was going to take them out and let
the wounds heal over. 

That night Roger was particularly amorous.  He tried to paw at Marnie and
get her turned on.  Little did he know that she was at the boiling point
and ready to rape him right there in front of their daughter.  But, with
her life pretty much out of control, thanks to the Larchers, the one area
she was still in control of was making love to Roger.  Now that she found a
new game of mild bondage, that Roger seemed to go along with, she wanted to
explore it further. 

As soon as they could be alone, Marnie said, "Is my naughty boy ready for
some more punishment?" 

Roger brightened.  He liked this new direction their lovemaking was taking.
Up to this point, Marnie played the seductress and Roger the ravisher. Now
she was making up the content for the both of them, and the more
unpredictable she became the more exciting it was becoming for him. 

"Now march upstairs young man, and get these clothes off.  I want you to
wait for me facing the closet door until I get there.  Now go."  She said
as she slapped his butt for emphasis. 

Roger raced upstairs and waited for a few minutes facing the closet door in
the nude for Marnie to join him.  When Marnie finally appeared, she
instructed him to close his eyes and back up to the edge of the closet door
that she opened. She dug out some of her new toys, blindfolded Roger, and
cuffed his wrists. Then she attached the cuffs together behind him around
the door through the gap created when it was opened.  So with Roger
standing blindfolded and unable to touch her, she undressed and began a
slow teasing of Roger's erogenous zones. Marnie stimulated him everywhere
on his body except directly on his cock or balls. 

"Sweetie, please touch my penis.  I can't stand this."  He pleaded. 

"You are and you can.  When you cum, you are done.  Where does that leave
me? I'll tell you, with a husband who begrudgingly works to bring me off,
out of obligation." 

"No, Love."  Roger interrupted. 

"Okay, even love, but it is still like a chore, because you have yours
already, and you don't expect another.  Some nights, like tonight, Dearest,
I want you to make love to me until I'm done, because I can always cum
again to join you with yours.  Then everybody is happy."  She said sealing
the deal. 

So that night Marnie had Roger working hard to bring her to orgasm over and
over again using the new toys she had brought home for the job.  She used
the cuffs to keep his roving hands from discovering the true nature of what
he glimpsed the night before dangling from her tits.  She was determined to
make it a surprise for his birthday in a week.  When Marnie finally mounted
him from on top, she rode him to his convulsing climax and was in control
of the situation enough to get off one last time on her own.  At that
moment life was good again.  At least she had control in one room of her
life. 

The next day, Marnie and Brenda arrived on time for the all day modeling
session with robes and articles of clothing Mr. Dix recommended.  Mr. Dix
explained that he was running three classes and that there would be about
half hour breaks between each class.  He invited them to sit and rest in
his private area before and after sessions. 

The first class arrived and Marnie and Brenda could hear the shuffling and
rustling of students getting ready through the curtains.  As they sat on
the couch, which backed up to the curtain, they could hear conversations of
students getting coffee and pastries from a table directly on the other
side. They heard two ladies talking, "I hope he has a young stud this
time."  One said.  "Yeah, and I'll 'Kino-map' him to full mast."  The other
said, and soft giggles were heard. 

Mr. Dix lectured for about fifteen minutes and they were brought out,
removed their robes, and stood in their bikini's waiting to be posed.  They
surveyed the class and saw nothing but a large group of old ladies, one old
man, and a thirty, or so, year old woman.  There were two staging areas for
the students to draw from.  Marnie and Brenda were separated, and the class
split on its own to the staging area with the figure model they wanted to
work on first. 

Mr. Dix posed Brenda in a standing pose with her right hand on her right
hip and her left hand on her left knee.  This pushed her hip out to the
right side, as both legs were straight.  For Marnie he took suggestions
from the floor. A lady asked if Marnie could be told to remove the suit and
the motion seemed to be seconded by others in the class, so Mr. Dix had her
remove her suit.  The emerging view of her nipple rings brought whispered
conversation from some of the older ladies.  He posed her with her feet
about shoulder width apart and the palms of her hands on the cheeks of her
ass.  This gave them not only the challenge of drawing the volume of her
ample breasts, but the added detail of the nipple rings dangling from their
front. 

Students went up in pairs to Kino-map the models.  Some worked the top
while others worked the bottom.  A couple of pairs worked the sides and
then switched.  According to Mr. Dix, it didn't matter in what order
objects to be drawn were mapped, only that they were to be mapped
completely. 

Marnie didn't know how she was going to last the whole day at this rate.
Even these old ladies were turning her on with their hands.  She was posed
in a relatively lewd display and after a couple of pairs, the students
could detect her excitement by the moisture between her legs. When the
Kino-mapping was complete and all of the students were at their tasks of
drawing, Marnie wondered if any of them were drawing in enough detail to
catch the trickle of fluid running down the inside of her left leg. 

When class was over, the students came up, as they finished packing up
their things, and shook Marnie and Brenda's hands before they left.  Marnie
and Brenda retired to Mr. Dix's personal space and caught a well-earned
breather, but avoided talking directly about the experience, trying to
evade the topic of their excitement and reaction to the Kino-mapping. At
the end of their break, they heard the now familiar din of students
arriving, settling, and getting coffee.  Two young sounding men were heard
to say, "You know we'd better be more serious this time about the drawing
part, or Old Man Dix will kick us out of this groping class."  One said.
"I'm outta here if he has a guy this time." The other said, as they left
the table to go to the drawing area. 

Following a similar lecture from Mr. Dix, Marnie and Brenda came out in
their robes again.  The students all looked to be college students, and
they could see the obvious elbowing and shifting in chairs as the models
appeared on the four-inch dais.  When they removed their robes and stood in
just their bikinis, there was more shifting and a little murmuring, which
caused Mr. Dix to ask for their attention. Marnie and Brenda were separated
again, but this time Mr. Dix posed Marnie first.  He untied the bikini top,
because he wanted the same challenge for the class again this time. He
posed her with her legs apart again as before, but this time he had her
pushing her hair up in back with her hands. Heads were straining to see
around him, until he turned and stepped aside. Then there was sophomoric
commotion as they saw her magnificent breasts with the ornamentation in the
nipples. 

"Class!  I'm not beyond clearing the room.  There is a waiting list to get
into my classes, so if you think I won't . . ." Mr. Dix said sternly. 

Some of the girls hit the upper arms of the guys near them to get them in
line, because they did not want to have the class ruined for themselves. 

With Marnie first, bare breasted, and curiously adorned, few students
waited by Brenda while Mr. Dix posed her. She looked over at the crowd her
mother was attracting and decided on her own to remove her top.  This
brought some of the guys back to her area.  She wanted to even things out a
bit more, and voluntarily removed her bottom.  Marnie was so preoccupied
with the students Kino-mapping her that she didn't even notice her
daughter's lewd display. 

A couple of guys, in their late teens or early twenties, fraternity types,
that seemed out of place in a figuring drawing class, were groping Marnie
all over. It was Marnie's understanding that you only Kino-mapped those
areas that you were going to draw, and that it was done with eyes closed,
but these two were doing her front and back, visually inspecting her with
lustful smiles.  They both looked over at the teacher, who had his back to
them trying to find a suitable pose for Brenda, now that she had changed
the ground rules by going nude.  When they saw that their coast was clear,
they untied the sides of the bikini bottom and tossed it aside before
Marnie could bring her hands down to stop them.  Waves of humiliation
washed down over her, as they continued their groping.  She didn't want to
ruin the session for Brenda, and although, improper liberties were being
taken with her, she was thrilled beyond compare at the naughty boys' lust
for her body. 

The next pair of guys tapped the two on the shoulder wanting to cut in.
The two groping Marnie looked at Mr. Dix, who was still facing Brenda, and
shrugged them off.  They made a beeline for Marine's snatch and ass hole
with the ridge of their hands, sawing forward and back against her lips on
the inside of her legs. Marnie went on tiptoes and placed her hands on
their heads, which were down inspecting her bald pussy.  Her body shuddered
and she came with a guttural gasp, which brought the attention of the other
group and Mr. Dix upon her.  The two guys pretended to be finishing their
mapping by going down to her feet, Marnie tried to regain her composure,
and get her hands back up to her head.  Mr. Dix looked on suspiciously for
a moment and went back to Brenda. The rest of the students knew what had
happened and tried as they could to bring her off again, but under the
watchful eye of Mr. Dix, they couldn't get much more than their fingers
gooey. 

Marnie was sweating profusely, so Mr. Dix set up a fan on low behind her to
cool her off.  This did chill her a bit, dried her off, and sent her pussy
smell wafting into the student's area.  As Marnie cooled off, the class
seemed to heat up.  There were flirtatious looks across at each other,
shifting in chairs, crossing of legs, knees moving together and apart
unconsciously, and even an occasional shifting of pants to allow for the
movements of stirring penises. When the class was finally over, Marnie was
exhausted.  They snacked on some food and drinks they brought, and waited
for the last class. 

The last class took longer to set up.  It turned out to be a painting
class. Marnie was soon to discover that it was a continuation of a class
where the students had painted a flower bloom across the canvass and left
the middle unfinished, just like Mr. Dix's canvass the night before. Mr.
Dix had Marnie go first.  He had her remove her bottom and lean over with
her hands on a small stool, legs apart, and her back swayed to thrust her
cunt lips out into view. The twenty to forty something year olds, mostly
women, came up one at a time and mapped her nether lips.  Marnie's eyes
closed and she tried to remain conscious enough not to moan out loud.  The
ministrations got her juices flowing and Mr. Dix instructed the students to
try and capture the glistening on their canvasses, as he had done on the
one he was showing them. 

Brenda peered at the goings on through an overlap of two curtains at the
back of the couch.  Kneeling, she poked her head through and closed them
around her neck with her hands underneath.  She gazed at her mother in
profile, bending over with her ass on display, tits hanging down, those
fascinating nipple rings at their tips, and her mother's expressions, which
reflected arousal.  Her reverie was broken by a nudge at her cunt.
"Vincent!" She realized.  She swatted back at him, holding the curtains
around her head with one hand. Vincent thought it was playful of her and
nuzzled her some more.  When she connected with her fingers on his muzzle,
he stopped, looked at her, looked around, and sat back panting with his
tongue hanging out. 

Brenda thought that would be enough, and went on watching her mother.  Then
three licks, one to the top inside of her left leg, then to her pussy, and
finally to the top of her right leg, caught her attention.  With the
stirrings she was experiencing at the hands of the students all day, this
warm, moist raspy tongue was the most delicious feeling she had ever felt.
She untied the sides of her bikini and pulled it aside, hoping Vincent
would think to try again.  She felt the couch push down from the weight of
his front paws on the front edge of the cushion.  Then she felt his breath
as he vigorously sniveled in her smells.  Then he started to lick in
earnest at her lips, straight up, diagonally up in both directions, and
occasionally turning his head totally sideways. 

Brenda's face turned beet red, then her expression turned to one of someone
about to go unconscious, as she gave herself over to the intense sensations
Vincent was creating between her legs.  She put her head down onto her
wrists under the curtains and muffled a scream as the sensation overtook
her and washed her body with almost intolerable pleasure. 

The juices she was producing caused Vincent to lap more insistently.  He
went to curling his tongue and trying to insert it into her cunt to lap up
the juices at their source. Brenda wanted it to stop, and she wanted it to
go on forever. She opened her knees wider, as wide as they would go, to
allow Vincent the best access to her liquid treasure.  His tongue stiffened
to enter, then snaked in alternating directions to scoop up its prize.
This was more than her inexperienced body could handle and she let out an
audible "Ohunh!" as she was coming.  She quickly pulled her head in and
muffled the following utterances on the back of her wrist. 

"Brenda, are you okay?"  She heard her mother call. 

She took a deep breath and called back through the curtain, "Yes Mom.  Just
a surprise burp, that's all."  Then she looked around at Vincent, who had
jumped up with his hind legs on the cushion edge, a glistening dark pink
erection poked out, and his front paws were on Brenda's back.  She turned
to sit out from underneath him, and he let out a loud yelp as he caught his
balance with his paws on the back of the couch.  Mr. Dix called out "Settle
down Vinnie, you'll get out soon enough." 

"Oh no, don't bark Boy."  Brenda pleaded softly.  She put her hand on his
cock trying to make a vagina with her fingers.  Vincent started to hump her
hand. Then she extended the tube by adding her other hand, when he started
to lubricate her palms with a fluid emission.  She marveled at his
strength, his pace, and the swelling coming at the base of his cock, that
he slammed into her hand.  He started to whine as he was approaching his
climax.  "Just a minute boy."  Mr. Dix called out.  Then he came, a good
quarter cup worth all over Mr. Dix's couch. 

Vincent got down and lay at the foot of Mr. Dix's chair, cleaning his cock
up, and probably trying to will his knot and erection down.  Brenda sensed
Mr. Dix would be back to check on him shortly.  She knew there was no time
to find where he kept his cleaning supplies so she used her robe to wipe up
as much of the mess as she could, then left the robe over the spot.  She
hurried to get her bikini bottom back on and only had one side tied when
she heard steps about to reach the curtain.  She dove to the floor beside
Vincent to cover up the sight of his erection with her body.  She tucked
the untied part of the suit under her hip on the floor and began petting
Vincent just as his master pulled aside the curtain. 

"I've got him calmed down now Mr. Dix.  He'll be all right for awhile."
Brenda said, sweaty and hoping he didn't notice her heart beating hard
against her chest. 

Thank you Brenda.  I hope he isn't being too much of a pest." He said,
giving his living space a once over glance before heading back to his
class. 

Meanwhile, Marnie's cunt was like a steady seeping spring, and occasionally
dripped straight to the floor.  She couldn't stop her thoughts: The first
day she was taken by Larcher and his son; the two young boys by the pool
that forced her to model for Polaroid's; the movie set and pulling the
train before a camera; the Internet story illustrations; the conference
room security camera video, someone's photography at the company picnic;
the boudoir photos from the beach; yes, she had modeled before the camera
before.  Over the months since she first ran into Larcher, she had sex with
more men than most women have in a lifetime.  She reached the lowest limits
of humiliation, and the highest level of pleasure she could ever imagine.
She had sex on her mind most of the time, and couldn't get enough of it any
more.  Her body was at the same time betraying her, while it was providing
her with a vehicle to experience pinnacles of pleasure.  If her husband and
their friends ever found out, she would lose the life she had built for
herself to this point.  She would be cast out and forced to live the life
of the slut she feared she was becoming.  "Oh somebody paint directly on my
clit with one of those brushes for a minute before I go out of my mind!"
She screamed in her head. 

"Mr. Dix, I'd like to start this all over.  I've really messed up." One of
his students said. 

"Okay Harold, but you are going to have to hurry, this class with this
model is about to end soon."  Mr. Dix cautioned. 

The man set up a new canvas and hurried up to Marnie and began to map her
rear and nether area one last time.  With his hands on her cheeks and his
thumbs on her labial lips going up and down, Marnie started to undulate her
body uncontrollably against his touch.  He opened his eyes and
instinctively put his hand up to protect his head from her bucking rear.
This put his fingers on her clitoris and Marnie let out a wail of
desperation, stiffened against his touch, and then collapsed over on the
floor in a fetal position, basking in the afterglow and embarrassment of
what she had just done in front of the students. 

Mr. Dix hurried to her side.  "Are you okay?"  He said to her, then looked
at Harold accusingly, who shrugged his shoulders as if to say, "I don't
know what happened." 

Marnie sat up.  "Yes I'm fine thank you.  It's nothing really." 

"Well class is nearly over anyway, why don't you go get dressed."  He said
to her, and then addressed the class about blending the image they were
painting, and sent them on their way. 

When he came back into his private area, he found the two of them dressed.
Brenda was fluffing the seat cushion on his couch and Marnie was fluffing
out her hair.  "Thank you both. I'll get you a check.  Assume I won't be
needing you tomorrow, unless you get a call before noon.  You were great
models. Maybe we can do this again." 

Brenda thanked him and bent down to kiss Vincent on the snout. Marnie shook
Mr. Dix's hand and smiled as sincerely as she could, considering how
embarrassed she still felt about the end of the last class. 

Once in the car, Brenda said, "Thanks Mom.  You helped me get my first
modeling job.  I think you did great too." 

"Sure honey, thanks.  I can't wait to get home and settle down into a nice
warm bath."  Marnie said. 

"Me too.  It was a long day."  Brenda added. 

"I don't know what it is about this modeling thing, but I'm dog tired."
Marnie said with a sigh. 

"Me too."  Brenda said with a giggle.