Stroke Me

Stroke Me Calista Fox

Book 1 in the Body Scenes series.

Newly divorced Annabelle leaves her proper life behind for the bright lights, big city experience in Manhattan. Her first night in town, her best friend takes her to Body Scenes, a hedonistic hotspot where artists create themed masterpieces for exclusive display—using naked bodies as their blank canvases. When a renowned artist asks to paint Annabelle in a sexy scene with three very hot men, the request is too tempting to pass up. With each stroke of the brush on her sensitive skin, she’s more than ready to be the star of the mural—and the erotic foursome.

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Stroke Me ISBN 9781419932694 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Stroke Me Copyright © 2011 Calista Fox Edited by Briana St. James Cover art by Syneca Electronic book publication February 2011 The terms Romantica® and Quickies® are registered trademarks of Ellora’s Cave Publishing. With the exception of quotes used in reviews, this book may not be reproduced or used in whole or in part by any means existing without written permission from the publisher, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.® 1056 Home Avenue, Akron OH 44310-3502. Warning: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be scanned, uploaded or distributed via the Internet or any other means, electronic or print, without the publisher’s permission. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000. (http://www.fbi.gov/ipr/). Please purchase only authorized electronic or print editions and do not participate in or encourage the electronic piracy of copyrighted material. Your support of the author’s rights is appreciated. This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.

STROKE ME Calista Fox

Acknowledgements Manhattan is one of the most fascinating places in the world, I think. It’s trendy, ever-changing, vibrant and daring. Seems like just about anything goes in New York City, so it makes the perfect backdrop when creating a nightclub that’s a little on the outrageous side! Stroke Me is the first story in the Body Scenes series, set in Manhattan and featuring characters from the upscale nightclub/naughty art gallery combo. I hope you enjoy it!

Trademarks Acknowledgement The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction: iPod: Apple Inc. Plaza Hotel: Plaza IP Holdings, LLC Prada: Prada S.A. Corporation Studio 54: MGM Grand Hotel, Inc.

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Chapter One “What the hell kind of nightclub is this?” Annabelle Hardin whispered in her best friend’s ear as they each handed over their fifty-dollar cover charge and the special invitation Yvette had in her possession. “It’s not just a nightclub,” Yvette Samson said as she plumped the fat, platinumblonde curls that sat on her bare shoulder. She wore a stunning black strapless evening gown with a slit all the way up her left thigh. Matching full-length gloves and sparkling diamonds on her wrist and fingers completed the over-the-top ensemble. “It’s also an exclusive art gallery. One of the hottest ‘underground’ spots in Manhattan. You have to know people in order to get in here.” Annabelle stepped farther into the glamorous ballroom of Body Scenes. An enticing name for what was supposed to be a unique mash-up of dance club and art showroom. Thus far, however, she’d discovered the place was more Plaza Hotel than a replica of a trendy Studio 54-type party spot. And she hadn’t seen anything yet to warrant the art gallery descriptor. There were no paintings on the walls or sculptures strategically placed about the cavernous room. Just excess personified by the elegant décor. Enormous chandeliers overhead emitted a soft golden glow and a dazzling spectrum of colors as the light bounced off the cut-glass teardrops. Round mahogany tables accompanied by stately wing-backed chairs in rich burgundy leather filled the center of the room where cocktails were being served. Along the perimeter, the wainscoted walls had mini stages cut into them, the openings covered by crimsoncolored velvet drapes with matching valances trimmed in gold embroidery. All very sophisticated and hoity-toity, giving Annabelle pause. Yvette didn’t do hoity-toity. She was avant-garde and cutting-edge all the way.

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“To get into a place like this, I’m guessing you have to know Donald Trump,” Annabelle said. “More like Hugh Hefner.” That puts a different spin on things. Yvette flashed a mischievous grin and added, “Try not to sphincter up on me, sweetie.” “Retract the claws, will you? I’m no prude.” Yvette laughed. “Please. You can take the girl out of the country club, but can you take the country club out of the girl?” Good question. As she followed Yvette toward the crowded dance floor, Annabelle asked, “What, exactly, did we just pay the world’s loftiest cover charge for?” “Keep your eyes open,” Yvette said over her shoulder with a wink. “Something wicked could happen at any moment.” Annabelle knew her friend didn’t make idle promises and the thought of something exciting happening tonight enticed her. It’d been a long, long time since Annabelle had experienced anything that even bordered on wicked. Marital bliss had been an urban legend in her household. Sexual bliss had been even more elusive. Now newly divorced, Annabelle was most definitely ready for “something wicked to happen at any moment”, and hanging out with Yvette was almost a guarantee she’d get her wish—and her money’s worth. Even if it was at a Manhattan hotspot that charged her fifty bucks just to get through the door. Yvette was the type of person who always knew what was cool and trendy. When they were in college together, Yvette had been invited to all the best parties, by the hippest kids on campus. She’d dragged Annabelle to most of those parties and it seemed the festivities never truly got under way until Yvette showed up. Her

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adventurous spirit and uninhibited nature had led to some wild times back then and Annabelle was certain nothing about Yvette had changed. Annabelle didn’t doubt for a second that there was a good time to be had here. Though, admittedly, she was still a little confused about the description of the venue. “I don’t see any art,” she commented as she was jostled by a group of people dancing along the edge of the polished parquet dance floor. Clearly this “nightclub” needed to put some thought into the essence of that word. Why on earth would they have such toe-tapping swing music from a sixteen-piece band if they didn’t allot a large enough space for danc— “Oof!” The strange little squeak rushed out of her mouth on a hard puff of air as someone slammed into her from behind. Annabelle’s body pitched forward as she stumbled on her low, sensible heels. A thick arm suddenly wrapped around her waist and yanked her back. A very large body nearly curled around her much smaller one as a deep, intimate voice asked, “Are you okay?” “Ah, yeah.” She could barely breathe. Not because the arm was wound so tightly around her, holding her steady, but because that deep, intimate voice oozed down her spine like hot lava. Making every inch of her tingle and burn. Making her cunt clench, that poor, long-neglected part of her body sending out a desperate plea for attention. To be filled and stretched and stroked. To be— “I didn’t mean to plow into you like that,” he said, his arm still holding her captive. Annabelle’s backside was pressed to his front and she could easily ascertain he had a hard, hunky body. She imagined the stranger holding her had a handsome face to go with the hot bod and sexy voice. He added, “I jumped out of the way to avoid a couple dancing and ran smack into you.” His warm breath caressed the shell of her ear. “Sorry.” “No problem,” she managed to say. Her pulse raced and her heart thundered. When was the last time a man had held her tight and whispered in her ear? Clearly it’d 8

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been too long, because she’d responded instantly to even the slightest bit of male attention. Then again, the attention wasn’t quite so slight. The hand attached to the arm not wrapped around her waist gripped her hip, holding her in place, keeping their bodies melded together. “If I let go of you,” he murmured in her ear, his voice teasing her in a way that made a little prickle of desire tighten her nipples and a not-so-little spark ignite a fire deep in her pussy. Her clit tingled and her toes curled in her new Prada shoes. “Will you walk away or will you dance with me?” Good Lord, Yvette had been right. Something wicked could happen at any moment! The old Annabelle would have politely declined the invitation and went in search of her friend, who’d long since disappeared into the sea of overly dressed, party-bound people. The new Annabelle said, “I’ll dance with you.” He loosened his grip on her, which she found disappointing. She’d enjoyed the close contact, the intimacy of the moment. But then he turned her in his arms and she stared up at what was not just a handsome face. It was a devastatingly handsome face. One that stole her breath again and made that spark deep in her pussy turn into fullblown fireworks. An indiscreet moan fell from her gaping mouth. Her fifty bucks was worth this one glorious moment alone. Finally—finally!—she experienced physical and sexual stirrings that proved she wasn’t the frigid country-club prude Yvette—and, admittedly, Annabelle herself—had thought she’d become! “I’m Eric,” said the gorgeous man who still held her in a loose embrace. A soft lifting of one corner of his mouth created a very sexy grin that made her already racing pulse soar off the charts. “Annabelle.” The only word she could manage because she had to fight back the natural compulsion to drool. She’d never seen anything quite like Eric. It was a bitch 9

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tearing her eyes away from his perfectly sculpted face, his emerald eyes, his full, extremely kissable lips. He had sandy brown hair that was short, but strategically mussed. Like some lucky woman’s fingers had just been tangled in it as he’d kissed her, long and deep. Eventually, Annabelle dragged her gaze away from his face. It slipped to his broad shoulders and wide chest. He wore a pewter-colored suit with a dove-gray shirt and matching silk tie. Recklessly stylish. He towered over her by a good six inches, even in her high heels. Annabelle was instantly captivated, instantly turned-on. “Doesn’t seem to be any more room on the dance floor,” he said, his eyes alight with invitation. For just a dance, or did he have more to offer? she wondered. He added, “Guess we’ll have to make do with this little space we’ve carved out for ourselves.” “Guess so.” She groaned inwardly. Christ, could she think of nothing interesting or provocative to say? Nothing witty or seductive? No, it seemed her mind had shut down, blocking all intelligent thought. Her libido had clearly taken over, because all Annabelle could think about was how amazingly sexy Eric was and how incredibly good it felt to be in his arms. Well, she had more on her mind than that. This was her inaugural night out as a single woman. She hadn’t come looking for love or even a good fuck, but was now rethinking her position on that latter notion. By no means was Annabelle a one-night-stand kind of woman. But she was suddenly willing to reconsider that conviction as Eric tightened his arms around her and all but crushed her body to his hard one. Her own arms circled his neck as she stared up into deep green eyes that sparkled with mischief. This guy had erotic thoughts on his mind, no doubt about it. Annabelle’s nipples tightened at the prospect of being the star of some of those wicked ruminations.

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As the music morphed into a slow, sexy tune spotlighting muted trumpets, her body responded instantly. Her breasts were pressed just below the hard ledge of Eric’s pectoral muscles. Their lower bodies melded together and their legs practically entwined as they merely shuffled about the floor. “You are seriously pretty,” he told her. “I saw you the moment you walked through the door. Couldn’t take my eyes off you.” Annabelle’s breath caught. In addition to it being much too long since she’d gotten laid, it’d been a horrifically long time since a man as gorgeous as this one had complimented her. And with such sincerity glowing in his warm eyes. “Thanks,” she merely mumbled, her stomach flipping, her pulse racing. “You’re not with someone, are you?” he asked. “My friend Yvette. Who has clearly ditched me.” One dark blond eyebrow lifted. “You’re not…?” Annabelle laughed. “Gay? No. I’m straight and recently divorced.” As an afterthought, she asked, “You?” He grinned down at her. A casual lifting of one corner of his mouth that was halfassed and sexy as hell. “Not gay. Not married. Not in a relationship. I work a lot.” “What do you do?” He bent his head to hers and said in her ear, “I’ve got a show in Vegas. Strength acrobatics.” Annabelle thought that was just about the coolest thing she’d ever heard, being from the suburbs of Connecticut where nobody did anything interesting, except occasionally grow a flower hybrid that took first place at the annual Green Garden Festival. “That sounds exciting,” she said to Eric. He gave a noncommittal shrug, then said, “It’s a living.”

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Gorgeous and modest. She liked him more and more. And he certainly had the body for strength acrobatics, whatever the hell that term actually meant. The word “strength” was what she latched onto. His broad shoulders and wide chest gave way to a tapered waist and long legs. From head to toe, he was huge and hotter than hell. Making Annabelle wonder if God had graced him with more than just thick limbs. Oh it was pure torture to be sexually deprived! She suddenly couldn’t stop thinking about how massive his cock might be. How long and thick. How hard. Nor could she stop herself from thinking of how erotic it would be to have him slowly thrust into her pussy, filling and stretching her. Stroking her. Fucking her in ways her husband, Barry, had never even considered. Annabelle let out a long-suffering sigh. She needed a one-night stand, regardless of her convictions. One night to explore the fantasies she’d had over the years. The ones that had never been fulfilled. But how, exactly, did a prudish country club woman initiate a hot tryst with a sexy Vegas headliner? Before she could put serious thought into this, she felt a tap on her shoulder. Hating to tear her gaze from the emerald one that captivated her, she reluctantly glanced over her shoulder. “Our table is ready.” Yvette gave her a knowing smile as she eyed both Annabelle and Eric. “Your friend is welcome to join us. Especially if he has friends with bodies as gorgeous as his.” Eric chuckled. “As a matter of fact, I do have friends with me tonight. Two of them.” “Oh my,” Yvette said with a sigh. “You sure know how to pick ’em, Annabelle.” Annabelle resisted the urge to say Eric had picked her. Because if left to her own devices, clearly Annabelle didn’t make the right choices. Her ex being her most glaring case in point.

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“Well,” Eric said as he released her. Leaving Annabelle a little cold. She’d enjoyed the titillating sensations seeping through her. The fire Eric sparked. He gave her another sexy grin and said, “Speaking of my friends, I’d better go find them.” Annabelle’s heart sank. Here she’d thought she’d been presented with the perfect opportunity to cut loose and have a wild night for the first time in nearly ten years. No such luck. “It was nice to meet you,” she said as she held her hand out to him. Eric’s gaze slid over her once more, from head to toe and back up. When his captivating green eyes locked with hers, he said, “I wasn’t saying goodbye. Just need to wrap up some business with my friends.” “Oh.” Heat tinged her cheeks. Yvette felt compelled to say, “The art show is starting. Feel free to join us.” She flashed Eric a smile, then took Annabelle by the hand and led her through the crowd again. They reached their table and Annabelle set her small clutch on the polished wood as she slid into her armchair. “This is quite the cornucopia of entertainment,” she said of the club’s multiple offerings. “Though you keep mentioning art and I’m still not seeing any!” Other than Eric, of course. His sculpted face and hard body definitely made him a work of art. Was that what Yvette meant? Was she referring to the men in the club when she said there was art to be viewed? “I told you,” Yvette said. “Keep your eyes open.” Sure enough, a few moments later, the curtain on the first stage cut into the west wall rose, revealing the “body scene” on display. “Would you look at that?” Annabelle was instantly captivated. “I’ve never seen a person painted from head to toe.”

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“That’s because they don’t have hedonistic art in the polite-society ’burbs of Connecticut,” Yvette said. And she was right. “By the way, the models are completely nude under all their paint.” Of course Yvette would feel compelled to point that out. Onstage was a man covered from neck to toe in matte-black paint. His head was two-toned, the right side painted red and the left side painted blue. His legs were pressed together and his upper body curved forward at a slight angle. A woman with matching paint—except with her face painted silver—stood in front of him, the back of her legs almost touching the front of his. Her arms at her side, she was also bent forward, sharing the same graceful arc as the man. Annabelle’s brows knitted together. “They’re a kitchen faucet,” Yvette offered. “He’s the base and the handle, she’s the spout.” “Exactly how does that constitute ‘hedonistic’ art?” Yvette grinned. “Take a closer look.” She pushed the complimentary pair of theater glasses toward Annabelle. Lifting the mini binoculars to her eyes, Annabelle took in the painted human scene. The platform on which they stood slowly rotated, revealing every angle to the viewers. She gazed at the models from their toes to…almost their heads. She stopped midway and gasped in surprise. She dropped the spectacles and sat back in her chair, stunned. Yvette snickered. Annabelle’s gaze snapped to her friend. “Are you shitting me? Those two people are…joined together.” “Cock in Ass,” Yvette said with a sparkle in her dark brown eyes. “That’d make a great title for the artwork, don’t you think?” “Yvette, they’re…screwing onstage!”

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“Oh good Lord.” Yvette waved a gloved hand in the air. “They’re not fucking. They’re just…” Annabelle lifted an eyebrow. “Just what?” “For God’s sake! It’s art!” Before Annabelle had a chance to respond, their well-built waiter appeared at the table. Annabelle’s eyes bulged. Upon close inspection, she discovered the waiter’s “uniform”, which consisted of nothing more than black pants and a bowtie, was also painted on. “Okay, that one’s not totally naked,” Yvette said after he took their drink order. “He’s obviously got something on under the paint in order to keep his cock from distracting us from the artwork. And poking you in the arm when he delivers our free drinks.” “Oh my God.” This wasn’t exactly what Annabelle had had in mind when she’d taken her college roommate up on her offer to spend a weekend in New York City. Freshly divorced after nine years of country club living with a stuffy banking executive had left Annabelle a bit…conservative. Or downright frigid, depending on one’s point of view. This might be a bit much for her first night in town. Along with that brief, yet highly arousing encounter with Eric. The first man to make her pussy wet in years. “First of all,” Annabelle said, trying to get a handle on the situation, “the drinks aren’t free. We paid fifty bucks to get in here.” “Then we’d better drink up!” Annabelle could certainly use a few to relax. Was infinitely grateful when the waiter returned with the cosmopolitans they’d ordered. He placed a glass in front of each woman, then turned his smile on Yvette. “Nice to see you again, Ms. Samson.”

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“Nice to be seen,” Yvette cooed. She pulled a ten from her purse and folded it in fourths. “Remind me where I’m supposed to put this when you’re not wearing any clothes?” He laughed. Annabelle rolled her eyes again. She should have known this was the kind of weekend she’d end up having with wild-child Yvette. The waiter grinned as he said, “On the tray is fine.” Feigning disappointment, Yvette sighed. “If you insist.” She dropped the bill on the tray and the waiter sauntered off. Yvette watched him go. “That’s an ass you could bounce a quarter off.” “I thought that phrase referred to making a tight bed.” “Tight bed, tight ass. Whatever.” She licked her scarlet lips and said, “Makes you want to spank a cheek, doesn’t it?” “If you’re into that sort of thing,” Annabelle muttered under her breath, though in all honesty, she felt the same way about Eric. Hadn’t even gotten a glimpse of his ass, but she had a feeling it was even nicer than the one she’d just eyed. “Oh come on!” Yvette said as she reached for her cocktail. After taking a sip, she added, “You’ve really got to loosen up. In fact, you’re the one who could use a thick cock in her tight, high-society ass.” Annabelle’s mouth gaped, though she had no valid retort. Unfortunately, her friend was right. Again. Her gaze slid back to the faucet people, but the curtain had already dropped on them. “What are we doing here anyway?” “We’re going to buy you a piece of art. For your new condo.” The ink was still wet on the escrow papers, but the mere thought of owning her first home sent an excited thrill down Annabelle’s spine. “A house-warming gift. Wonderful. But…what does that have to do with this place?”

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Yvette handed over the fancy-looking program provided with the theater glasses. “Once a month, artists display their body murals here. By invitation only, you can view works on Friday and Saturday nights. Each scene is professionally photographed and, on Sunday, the framed pictures or the commissioning of paintings of the scenes are auctioned off over a stellar brunch. It’s fantastically competitive! The champagne gets flowing and the next thing you know, half of New York society is bidding outrageous sums of money for naughty nudes!” “Only you would know about a place like this.” “Are you kidding me?” Yvette scoffed. “Take a look around. This club is packed. And this evening is the tamer of the two nights. Wait until tomorrow.” She picked up the program and fanned herself with it. “The artists get extremely creative in joining body parts.” “I’m sure.” She turned her attention to the second stage as the curtain rose. A man in a pike position and painted to look like a piece of light-colored wood with flashes of metallic-silver paint stood in front of a woman lying on her stomach on a raised platform, her head level with his crotch. Her body had been turned into a beautifully crafted bottle of Chardonnay. Her head and neck were painted to look like a cork. The man’s erect cock was in her open mouth. Annabelle had to chuckle. “He’s a corkscrew.” “Cute, isn’t it?” The applause that erupted indicated this particular piece was a crowd-pleaser. Annabelle had to admit, it was creative. Not to mention erotically stirring, because she couldn’t help but wonder if, when the curtain fell in another two minutes, whether the cork really would get screwed. Would the male model pump his cock in and out, fucking his partner’s mouth until he came? Would he reciprocate, orally pleasuring her? As the lights on the stage dimmed and the drapes moved back into place, Annabelle realized the music and the din of the crowd were at just the right decibel to drown out any moans of ecstasy that might come from behind those velvet curtains. 17

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Shifting in her large armchair, Annabelle felt her slick folds press together then slide against each other as she crossed her legs. The crotch of her lacy panties added friction that caused a little prickle of desire along her clit. Christ, she was actually wet. Thinking about what went on behind those closed drapes had her pulse racing and her mind whirling with all sorts of possibilities. Adding to the arousal Eric had sparked. She couldn’t help but think of the liberation the models must feel, being completely naked under that paint. And the naughtiness of being on public display, with a hundred pair of eyes taking in every inch of them! Annabelle was suddenly the one needing to fan herself with the program. She couldn’t say what turned her on more. The blatant, unapologetic joining of body parts or the idea of what it’d feel like to have that creamy paint applied to her naked flesh. The long strokes of the paint brush on her skin. The gentle prickle of the bristles on her nipples or along her labia as she spread her legs wide for the artist… She let out a low moan as a sharp, throbbing sensation built in her cunt, once again making her painfully aware of how long it’d been since she’d gotten laid. So much longer since she’d had dirty sex, like the kind she was thinking about now. “You’re not enjoying this,” Yvette said with a frown. With a strained laugh, Annabelle said, “Quite the opposite. It’s brilliant!” “So you really can take the country club out of the girl.” “So it would seem.” Though sparing a glance at her crossed legs, Annabelle had to cringe at her very proper appearance. Yvette had played dress-up for the occasion, but Annabelle wore a simple black sheath and a strand of dainty pearls around her neck. Extremely conservative compared to Yvette’s sexy Marilyn look. Annabelle had pulled her shoulder-length, chestnut-colored hair into a low ponytail, securing it with a gold clip at the nape of her neck. Her legs were bare and the warm air inside the club made her skin dewy. Or maybe that was a result of the rise in her internal temperature as more erotic body scenes were revealed. She sipped her 18

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cocktail as she continued to envision the models taking advantage of the various positions in which they were entangled. How could they not get it on after their curtains dropped? “Takes art to a whole new level, doesn’t it?” Yvette said as she leaned close. “It’s like a naughty game of Twister in the nude, without the board. Just painted body parts and stick-it-wherever-you-can combinations.” As if Annabelle needed one more visual to arouse her! She already had a head full of erotic thoughts she’d never imagined conjuring. When the final curtain rose, she gasped. “That’s the one I want for the condo!” The scene was gorgeous. Three men stood side by side, with their feet in line with each other, their bodies fanned out as they gripped each other’s forearms to steady themselves. The man in the middle created the center point. Their legs were painted a vibrant sapphire color. The rest of their bodies were perfect renditions of peacock feathers, with the addition of complementary headdresses that completed the look. A woman stood in front of the man in the center, her body also covered in sapphire, her head painted to look like the head of a peacock. Another “Cock in Ass” scene. Once again, Annabelle couldn’t help but wonder if the female model would end up being fucked by all three men. Couldn’t help envisioning it in her head, the bodies naked and sans paint. Only in her mind, it was Annabelle who was being pleasured. A cock in her pussy, one in her ass, the third one in her mouth. Wriggling in her seat again did absolutely nothing to lessen the thrumming deep in her cunt. She was responding to the risqué murals like a horny teenager. And the wicked thoughts drifting through her mind had her pea-green with envy that she wasn’t one of those women, experiencing the hedonistic gratification implied onstage. Sipping her Cosmo, Annabelle was confronted with the unsavory realization that it had been years since she’d engaged in anything as sexually arousing as what she was mentally envisioning. “Vanilla sex” had become her mainstay. Hell, during her nine 19

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years of marriage, she’d only ever been on top once and that had been fleeting because Barry had quickly remedied the situation, rolling her onto her back and fucking her in the missionary position. It’d been a control thing. She could see that now. Perhaps that was why she was so turned-on by the artwork and the way she fantasized about the models finding pleasure in each other’s bodies when they were in private. Three men. One woman. Oh Annabelle was definitely jealous! “As I suspected,” Yvette’s voice cut into her errant thoughts. “Huh?” Christ, was Yvette on to her? Did she have any idea how wet Annabelle was? How tight her nipples were behind the lacy cups of her bra? How much she wanted to know what was going on behind those closed drapes right this very second? Yvette consulted the program and said, “I had a feeling the peacock was Finn’s doing.” She dropped the ivory-colored cardstock on the table and added, “He’s absolutely brilliant. A true body art visionary. I’m going to bid on the peacock on Sunday. A painting, not just the photograph. It’ll look stunning in your new condo. And it’ll set all those stuffy country club biddies you hang out with on their ears!” “Yvette, a painting would probably cost a fortune.” “Oh believe me,” she said, that mischievous sparkle in her eyes again. “It’ll be worth every penny. Invite me over when you unveil it to your friends and I’ll get my money’s worth!” “You are so bad.” “No,” Yvette said as she took a quick sip of her Cosmo. Then she smiled coyly and said, “You want bad? Here he comes. Finn Griffith, the devilish artist himself,” she added as two extremely good-looking men descended upon them. One light-haired, one dark-haired. Annabelle’s breath caught.

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“Yvette,” the dark-haired man took her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze before he leaned in to kiss her on both cheeks. “You put all my work to shame, doll.” Yvette beamed, though she said, “Obviously you haven’t gotten a load of Annabelle.” Finn turned to her as Yvette gestured her way. Fighting a blush, Annabelle said, “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” “My God,” the artist said as he stared at her. “You’re even more beautiful up close.” He placed a finger under her chin and lifted it gently. “Would you look at that neck? Long and slender and fantastically graceful. It’s perfect.” He turned to the man who’d accompanied them to their table. “Good eye, Eric.” Annabelle rose above her sudden excitement to exchange a curious look with Yvette. Finn continued on. “You’ve met Eric Lyson, yes? A famed acrobatics professional who performs in a show in Vegas. He’s starring in my body scene tomorrow night with the other two members of his acrobatics team.” That must be the business he’d needed to take care of earlier, Annabelle thought. Eric shook Yvette’s hand, then turned his gleaming white smile and mesmerizing eyes on Annabelle. “I had the good fortune to meet Annabelle on the dance floor,” he said to Finn. “I couldn’t take my eyes off her.” “I can see why,” Finn said. Then added in a very businesslike tone, “My female model for Eric’s body scene just backed out because of the flu. I’m looking for a replacement. You caught Eric’s attention when you walked in. He suggested you’d be perfect for the scene and I agree.” “I’m sorry,” Annabelle said, a little confused, though when Yvette clasped her hands together excitedly, she suddenly realized what Finn was getting at. He said, “I want to paint you, Annabelle.” He placed the folio he carried on the table and flipped it open. “Here’s a sketch of the scene. Classic, right?”

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The glint of excitement in Finn’s dark brown eyes made her shiver with an electric jolt she’d never felt before. Annabelle’s gaze slid to the drawing. “Oh!” She was amused and thrilled at the same time. Such a simple, innocent concept. The female model was to be painted as a flower, with two men serving as the leaves, joined to the “stem” of the flower with one cock in the pussy and one in the ass. Suspended over the female model with her head painted like the face of a Gerbera daisy and a headdress to create the vibrant pink petals, was a bumblebee. With his cock in her mouth. “Pollination.” Annabelle loved it. “What do you say?” Eric prompted her. “Of course she’ll do it!” “Yvette!” Annabelle shrieked. “I couldn’t! Really, it’s just… I couldn’t!” “It’s an honor to be asked,” Yvette said. “You’d be a fool to pass up a chance like this!” She stared up at the eager faces of Finn and Eric. Especially Eric. She’d be lying if she said the mere thought of doing something so daring and hedonistic didn’t turn her on. And to be doing it with Eric… Finn said, “That long neck of yours is exactly what I need. The flower stretching toward the sun, the bumblebee finding your welcoming embrace… Annabelle,” he said in a compelling tone, “I need you.” Eric lifted a dark blond eyebrow, as though to say he felt the same way. An insistent throbbing deep in her pussy told her she shared that sentiment. She needed him. Desperately. Flattery and temptation and lust were impossible to brush off. Eric added to the pressure. “I couldn’t imagine doing it either. But I’m part of an acrobatic trio and the others wanted to do it, so I agreed. If you say yes, Annabelle, then I’ll have absolutely no regrets.”

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He stared at her intently, his beautiful green eyes glowing under the soft light from the chandeliers. He truly was devastatingly handsome. So wide and muscular, with large hands she knew would feel heavenly on her body. And hadn’t she just been fantasizing about being the recipient of three men’s attention? This offer was damn tempting, especially since she was presented with the opportunity to triple her pleasure! The idea of being on public display added to her excitement, because with the paint on her face and body, no one would have a clue as to who she was. She’d be perfectly anonymous—and wouldn’t that help to shed her inhibitions and enjoy whatever Eric and his partners had to offer? Oh God! How could she possibly refuse? “It’s just that…” she started to say again. It’s just that…what? What valid excuse did she have to decline when, deep down, she really wanted to do it? Her clit tingled with the mental image of Eric’s cock thrusting deep into her. And if the other men looked anything like him—how could they not if they were an acrobatic trio with their own show in Vegas?—she was pretty certain she’d be so turned-on, it’d be easy for one of them to slide a cock into what Yvette had aptly referred to as her tight, highsociety ass. Her nipples pulled tight again, making her deliciously uncomfortable. Annabelle could see herself so vividly in her mind’s eye, being fucked by two men while she sucked another one’s cock. She wanted it. Craved it. A titillating thrill shot through her, stealing her breath. This was the liberation she needed to free herself from her stuffy existence—to free herself from the past. To jumpstart her new life!

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The jolt deep in her wet cunt was just the wake-up call she needed. Further prodding on Finn or Eric or Yvette’s part was no longer necessary. Excitement danced along her spine as Annabelle smiled up at both men and said, “Okay. I’ll do it.”

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Again with his blatant intentions! Now was the time to shut up and go with the flow. Though she naturally tensed as he pulled her to him. But when his arms slipped around her waist and he held her tight, she realized the tension wasn’t due to hesitation or doubt on her part. It was strictly the result of the overwhelming response her body had to his. Her breathing quickened as he gazed hungrily at her. This was so much more thrilling than she’d imagined. A gorgeous, successful man wanted her. What a huge ego boost for her and a shot in the arm for her libido! “You’re incredibly sexy,” he whispered, further building her confidence. His head dipped and his lips hovered over hers, tempting her, making her crave his touch. “So provocative,” he continued. “Exciting.” Annabelle’s eyelids fluttered closed. “Kiss me,” she murmured. “Please.” “I’ve wanted to since the moment you turned in my arms on the dance floor.” His mouth covered hers and Annabelle felt the fire flare inside her. A five-alarm rager that made her instantly hot and restless. She squirmed in Eric’s embrace, her body responding on levels she’d never before experienced. When her lips parted for him, his tongue thrust inside her mouth, tangling with hers. A moan lodged in her throat. Annabelle’s arms circled his neck as she leaned into him, her body melding to his. Her breasts pressed against his hard chest, her nipples hardening. One of his hands left her waist and swept over her backside. He squeezed a cheek, exciting her as well as pressing her more firmly against him. His erection nestled against her belly and it thrilled Annabelle to know she’d turned him on so quickly. With just a kiss. Dragging his mouth away from hers, he said, “I want you naked, Annabelle. I want to touch and taste you. Feel your skin against mine.” No man had ever said such words to her. Coming from Eric, they were as titillating as his kiss. She said, “I want that too.” 25

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He let out another low groan. His hands shifted to the zipper on the back of her dress and he slid it slowly down the track, then peeled the material over her shoulders and down her arms, letting the dress drop to the floor. His emerald gaze darkened under the dim lighting in the room. He stared at her, his jaw clenching briefly. “You are so beautiful.” Annabelle smiled. “It’s been a long time since anyone has said that to me.” “You’re fucking hot,” he amended, his tone teasing, but his gaze serious. Laughing, she said, “Or that.” Admittedly, it felt damn good to have him admire her without holding back. A wicked thrill chased down her spine, intensifying when he kissed her again. His nimble fingers released the clasp on her bra and he worked that piece of lingerie off while still kissing her. He palmed her breasts and squeezed them gently, massaging them in a way that made Annabelle’s pulse jump off the charts. One hand shifted to the small of her back as the other stayed on her breast. His finger and thumb captured her hard nipple, rolling and pinching it until her cunt clenched tight and she felt heat and desire prickle her clit. Tearing her mouth from his, she gasped for air. “Good Lord,” she whispered as that fire continued to rage through her body. “You like this?” Eric murmured as his head bent to her bare breast and his tongue flicked over her tight nipple. A small cry of pleasure fell from Annabelle’s lips. “Oh yes.” Apparently spurred on by her response to him, Eric sucked her nipple into his mouth, making her writhe in his arms and moan again. His hand moved between her slightly parted legs and his fingers glided over her pussy lips, caressing them through the satin and lace of her thong panties. He released her nipple just long enough to say, “You’re already wet for me.” Then he went back to teasing her nipple with his tongue as his fingers massaged her labia.

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Annabelle’s head fell back. She gripped his biceps, holding on tightly as the pleasure coursed through her veins, building as every second passed. She felt the tension increase in her belly and deep in her cunt. She wanted his fingers inside her, stroking her until she came. As though sensing her need, he swept aside the scant material covering her and targeted her clit with the pads of two fingers. “Oh God.” The words slipped from her mouth, unbidden. Annabelle’s eyes closed as she said, “That feels so good. Just like that.” He rubbed her clit, pushing her dangerously close to the edge. Then he pushed a long finger into her cunt and stroked her quickly, making her whimper. “Oh yes. Keep doing that,” she begged for more. His mouth closed over her other nipple and suckled it as he finger-fucked her. Annabelle’s grip on his upper arms tightened. She swayed a little on her heels, as her knees seemed to knock together while little fireballs burst in her belly. When Eric worked a second finger into her slick cunt, Annabelle’s excitement escalated. He stroked her quickly, the heel of his hand rubbing her clit while his fingers pushed deep into her pussy, hitting all the right spots. The erotic sensations coursing through every inch of her seemed to race toward her core. When they collided, she cried out. “Oh God, Eric! Oh yes!” Her climax was a powerful one, stealing her breath and making her tremble from head to toe. The hand on the small of her back crushed her to Eric’s hunky body. He held her tight and steady as her orgasm crested and then slowly ebbed. He withdrew his fingers from her dripping cunt and said, in a strained tone, “I want to fuck you, Annabelle. Now.” “Please,” she begged again.

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A sharp grunt fell from his lips. “Getting you off makes me so hard. I want to be inside you when you come again.” Wasting no more time, she quickly divested him of his jacket, tie and shirt. Stripping the shirt off him was like unwrapping the best Christmas present of her life. He was magnificently built, even more so than what she’d seen of him clothed. More so than what she’d imagined. Her hands splayed over the rigid muscles of his chest, feeling the hard ledge of his pectorals against her skin and the flexing and tightening her touch evoked. His large hands gripped her waist. The way he looked at her with such carnal and unapologetic lust made her desperate to strip off the rest of his clothes and beg him to fuck her. “Want to go into the bedroom?” she asked, though she’d be perfectly content to have him do her right here in the living room. His thoughts clearly ran the same way. He said, “This room will work for now.” Annabelle’s stomach flipped. Eric removed the remainder of his clothes, leaving Annabelle breathless. Speechless. He pulled a condom from his wallet, tore the packet open and rolled the condom down his shaft. Then he whirled her around and without preamble, bent her over the plump, rolled arm of the couch. She let out a playful squeal as her upper body landed on the pillows piled in the corner. Eric’s hands cupped her ass, massaging and kneading. Then his fingers slid along the cleft, circling the rim of her anus, which would be filled tomorrow night. His fingers swept forward and he rubbed her clit in quick strokes that lit her up instantly. All of those glorious sensations he so easily evoked built within her again. When his fingers left that swollen, sensitive nub between her legs, she was just about to protest, since she’d been so close to coming. But then the tip of his hard cock pressed against her opening and it was all Annabelle could do not to beg him to thrust into her pussy.

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She glanced at him over her shoulder, her insides igniting from the heated look he gave her. He stared at her intently, his green eyes blazing with desire. “Do it,” she urged. “Fuck me. I want to feel you in my pussy, Eric.” He groaned. “I want to fuck you hard, Annabelle.” She let out a long sigh. “Oh God, yes. I want it, Eric. I want you.” “Hold on, Annabelle,” he said in a dark tone that made her cunt clench and her fingers curl around the edges of a pillow. Eric’s hands on her ass spread her cheeks as he thrust into her, making her cry out. His hands shifted to her waist and he held her firmly as he fucked her, jolting Annabelle’s body and causing strange, primal sounds to fall from her lips. “You’re so tight,” he whispered. “You feel so good, Annabelle.” Her back arched and her ass lifted higher in the air. One of his hands moved to the cleft and he pressed his thumb into the small opening, a bit farther with each thrust of his cock in her pussy. “Oh Eric,” she whimpered. “Oh yes.” The erotic stirrings raged inside her body, gaining strength. She gripped the pillow a little tighter as he released her waist and slid that hand around to the front of her. His fingers rubbed her clit in a frenzied way that had her bucking and gyrating and moaning as her climax built. “That’s it,” he said. “Take what you want, Annabelle.” He fucked her harder, faster. Her whimpering turned into low, guttural moans. She’d never felt anything quite so intense, so raw. One more forceful thrust and her orgasm slammed into her. “Eric!” Her mind and body reeled from the powerful release that gripped her entire body, the very essence of her. Annabelle’s fingers clutched the edges of the pillow as her cunt clenched Eric’s cock. Moments later, he called out her name as he came. 29

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Chapter Two “I still can’t believe I agreed to do this,” Annabelle said as she climbed the stairs to the backstage area of Body Scenes. Her stomach was a tangled mess of nerves and exhilaration. Admittedly, the snapping and popping inside her was invigorating, making her feel super-charged. The energy buzzing through her body kept her in a constant state of arousal. Along with thoughts of three pairs of hands and lips on her body. Three cocks pleasuring her. Three male voices mingling with hers as they all reached a shattering climax. She’d fantasized about this as Eric had fucked her twice more before they’d drifted off to sleep. “I’ve got to tell you,” Yvette said. “You shocked the shit out of me when you said yes. Kudos to you, girlfriend. Ku-dos!” They located the area sectioned off for Finn and Annabelle’s stomach fluttered. The sexy artist grinned at her and said, “Hair in a bun at the nape of your neck, just as I instructed. Are you also clean-shaven?” “Not a pube to be found,” she admitted. Annabelle hadn’t been bare down there since she was a pre-teen. But Finn had insisted and she’d complied. She reached in her bag for the agreement she’d signed, which provided her written consent to the lascivious act of “placement” by the artist and other members of the mural as well as the strict adherence to condom usage by the male models. She’d also been required to get an exam first thing this morning at a private clinic capable of producing same-day lab results. She handed over her clean bill of health, along with the contract. “Signed on the dotted line,” she said as she gave the paperwork to Finn.

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To her surprise, there’d been a clause in the agreement that explained a portion of the proceeds from the auction would go to charitable organizations designated by the models. Annabelle had been more than happy to donate to a nationwide network of women’s shelters. “This is the only association your name will have with the mural, per your request,” he said. “It goes in a safe I keep locked at all times. You’ll remain completely anonymous.” A comforting thought. “Now,” Finn said. “Let’s get down to business. This is Jessica Parks, one of my assistants and an art student at NYU. She’ll cover your body in green paint, then I’ll finish you up and have you stand in front of that large fan to dry.” Jessica slipped on a pair of rubber gloves and reached for a large container of paint with a pump top. Annabelle frowned. “No brush?” She’d actually been looking forward to that part. Finn chuckled. “Not until I paint your high and lowlights and the flower petals. Now, this is another fantastic employee of mine who will be your beck-and-call girl. Her name is Brooke.” Annabelle exchanged quick pleasantries with both women. “She’ll get you anything you need. Ipod with earphones, tissue, cocktails, you name it. The bathroom’s down the hall. Don’t worry about smudging your paint. I’ll make a lot of touch-ups before the curtain rises.” “Sounds like a piece of cake,” Annabelle said. Though her heart was pounding hard in her chest, making a mockery of her words. “Great.” Finn beamed. “Now strip down.” He pulled the curtain around the metal rod, enclosing their cozy little work area. She’d have to get used to the confined space. She suspected the stage wasn’t much bigger. “Would you like some champagne?” Brooke asked.

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“That’d probably help.” Annabelle put her purse on one of the empty fold-up chairs and slipped out of her clothes. It was impossible not to feel self-conscious, even when Yvette whistled under her breath. “You haven’t gained an ounce since college!” Jessica gestured to another empty chair, silently instructing Annabelle to sit there. The padded seat was covered with a sheet of paper, taped to the edges of the metal frame. Annabelle suspected she needed to touch as little of the chair as possible so as to not smear the paint job. She hoped she didn’t botch the whole thing. “Are you ready?” Jessica asked. “Absolutely,” she said as she perched her bare ass on the edge of the chair. Brooke returned with a champagne split, a bendy straw in the opening of the small bottle. “So you don’t interrupt Jessica’s flow,” she said of the straw. She set it on a table next to the chair so all Annabelle had to do was lean over and sip. “Geez,” Yvette said, “if I’d known all I had to do was lounge around and sip champagne, I’d have agreed to let Finn paint me years ago!” “You’ve never been painted?” Annabelle asked, surprised. “He’s only asked her about a hundred times,” Brooke said as she handed a split to Yvette. “I’m waiting for the right scene,” Yvette said, taking a deep sip through the straw of her own cocktail. Annabelle could agree with her sentiment. The “pollination” theme had appealed to her because it reminded her of elementary-school sex education—and the placement of all those cocks in the mural had made her laugh at the debauchery of it all. Well, that and the fact that she’d be starring in this sinful creation with three men. Annabelle shivered with anticipation, both nervous and sexual. As Jessica rubbed paint on her body, she tingled from head to toe. The cool, creamy texture on her flushed

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skin created an erotic sensation. Her nipples were tighter than ever before and that dull ache in her cunt returned. She could only imagine what was going in the men’s work area, guessing they had their own Jessica to rub paint all over their naked bodies. As though Yvette had read her mind, she said, “I’m going to take a peek at what’s happening next door.” “Yvette!” Annabelle laughed. “You are so wicked!” She disappeared outside the makeshift room, but Annabelle could still hear her when she let out a lusty, “Oh my!” Yvette fanned her face as she returned moments later, her eyes lit with excitement. “That’s some hearty stock over there.” Annabelle blushed. “I don’t know whose cock is bigger, your friend Eric or his partners in crime. Stiff competition.” “You are so uncouth.” Though she really couldn’t imagine a bigger cock than Eric’s. Nor had she told Yvette that she’d allowed Eric back to her hotel suite after they’d closed down the club. “Speak for yourself,” Yvette scoffed. “You’re the one who’s about to engage in a four-way!” Annabelle’s heart rate accelerated. Did she really know what she was getting herself into? “I gotta say, girlfriend, you are in for one delicious treat.” Yvette sucked down a healthy amount of champagne before asking in a lowered voice, “Have you ever taken it in the ass?” “Yvette!” Sufficiently mortified, Annabelle’s gaze snapped to Brooke and then Jessica. Neither woman showed the slightest sign of amusement or embarrassment. They just bustled about, working on Annabelle.

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“What?” Yvette asked. “It could come as a shock to the system if you’re not prepared. Especially with the equipment I just got a gander at.” She pulled in a deep breath, let it out slowly, as though trying to get her own raging hormones under control. “In fact, if you’re even remotely considering backing out, I’d happily take your place.” Annabelle flushed from head to toe. She glanced down at Jessica, working green paint along her right arm, toward her wrist. Jessica said, “She has a point. Though, if you’re ready for it and are sufficiently lubed, it can be seriously good!” The mortification got worse. Embarrassment was an understatement for what she felt. Yet, at the same time, curiosity got the best of her. “Um, who does that, exactly?” “Lube you up?” Jessica asked in a tone she might use to discuss the weather. “I can do that. But you’d enjoy it more if one of the guys did. What’ll happen is, Finn will give you direction as to placement once you’re onstage. The curtains will be down so no one can see you, and he’ll leave, giving you about ten minutes or so to get ‘situated’. Then he’ll do one last check on positioning and any touch-ups that are needed. After that… It’s show time!” Just like that. Piece of cake. She swallowed down nervous anxiety welling in her throat. “And how long do we…pose?” Annabelle asked. “Two minutes. There’s a timer in the corner that will chime at the one-minute mark. No one but those onstage can hear it. Then it’ll chime again just before the curtain drops. We found that was an easy way to let the models know how long they’ve been onstage. Apparently, it can seem like you’re standing there forever.” Oh God. With a cock in her ass, one in her pussy and one in her mouth… Yeah, it probably would feel like forever. Especially since they’d have to stand perfectly still, rather than indulge themselves in the eroticism of the pose. Jessica let her use the restroom before going to work on her other arm and then finishing up the rest of her body as she stood. Jessica picked up the conversation where 35

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she’d left off as Brooke served another champagne split. “The curtain will fall back into place, and then you guys just take your time untangling yourselves and come out whenever.” She smiled up at Annabelle, a twinkle in her eyes. As if to say, “Enjoy!” Wasn’t that Annabelle’s plan from the onset? She dragged in a long breath, let it out slowly. She was now covered with green paint and the fan blew on her. The breeze and the tightening of the paint as it dried on her skin made her nipples ridiculously hard. The thought of Eric and his partners pleasuring her before they “untangled” made her wet. The idea of where all those cocks would fit made her pulse jump and her cunt ache to be filled. Even her asshole seemed to tingle with anticipation. Though she hadn’t answered Yvette’s question, the truth was, she’d had anal sex once before. In college, during her “experimental” phase. Admittedly, it hadn’t been the absolute best sex she’d ever had, but then again, she’d been shit-faced on tequila so the memory was a bit fuzzy. She’d been sore the next day, of course. Had no delusions that would be the case this time too. Especially following Yvette’s assessment of her soon-tobe sex partners. Yet there was something about the idea of three men pleasuring her that completely overshadowed the discomfort she’d feel. Not to mention, the blatant kiss-off to her stuffy self was highly enticing. Making her even more excited. Yes, she wanted to do this. When she was dry, Finn came in, paintbrush at the ready. He added low and highlights to her body with creamy grey paint, then white. The stroke of the brush on her skin was incredibly erotic, especially since her flesh had turned sensitive and tingly with the thoughts running rampant through her mind. Kneeling before her, he said, “Spread your legs wide.” He had to paint her mound because Jessica had left that part of her body for him. 36

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One swipe of the soft bristles and the cool paint along her labia and Annabelle lit up like a Roman candle. “Oh!” She gripped the metal frame of the chair on either side of her hips. Finn grinned up at her. “Try not to squirm. If I get these last parts finished in time for them to dry, it’s less touch-up work right before the curtain rises.” She rolled her eyes. “Not like you’re painting a wall or a canvas, you know? That’s a pretty sensitive body part.” His look was playfully evil as he slid the brush over her clit. “Consider it foreplay. You’re going to need to be wet—and I’m not talking about the paint.” “I already am,” she muttered. Finn used the brush to paint pink flower petals on her chest and breasts, the bristles gliding over her nipples as he worked, making her desperate to feel them rolled between fingers or suckled. Her breathing grew shallow and her body seemed to liquefy. By the time he was done with her front and back, she was this close to coming. “Let’s get you onstage,” he said, taking her by the hand and leading her down the hallway. As they walked, the slick, bare folds between her legs rubbed together. Annabelle’s nervousness and excitement escalated with every step they took. She was seriously doing this. No backing out now. Finn opened the backdoor to the stage and she stepped inside the enclosed room. Eric and one of his acrobatics partners were both there. Looking unbelievably hot in head-to-toe green paint that did absolutely nothing to minimize their hard and hunky bodies. In fact, Annabelle’s breath caught at the sight of them. Olympic gymnasts had nothing on these guys. They were magnificently built. Strong, masculine and virile. Their powerful thighs, washboard abs, thick biceps and rock-hard pectoral muscles

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were so tempting, it was all Annabelle could do to keep herself from reaching out and touching them. Everywhere! As her gaze swept over each man from head to toe, she didn’t miss the enormous cocks jutting her way. Full and erect, they made her heart stammer and her pussy throb. Maybe she was biting off more than she could chew, but oh God! Was she willing to give it her best shot! “You remember Eric from last night?” Finn said to her, not knowing how well she knew Eric today! “And this is Max.” She gave a wiggly-fingered wave to both men, not having a breath in her body to move or a coherent thought in her head to speak. At least, not one that wasn’t purely of the “Take me now!” variety. “Good to see you again, Annabelle,” Eric said with a sweet smile, not giving away their secret. “Nice to meet you,” Max added. She smiled at them, her pulse racing, her stomach flipping. Finn said, “We’re still attaching our bumblebee’s wings, so we’ll bring him in and rig him up to the harness in about ten minutes or so.” Precisely the amount of time Jessica had said he’d give them in order to work out their “placement”. “You three get comfy and I’ll be back.” He winked at Annabelle before turning on his booted heels and leaving, closing the stage door behind him. The loud music coming from the club would make lengthy conversation difficult. With small talk out of the question, she took a step closer to the men. The stage was dimly lit with a soft, golden glow. The rich mahogany walls and the velvet drapes added an elegant flair to their private room. Almost making Annabelle forget they were about to be on public display.

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“So,” she said, in hopes of breaking the ice. “Did you all draw straws for positions?” Her cheeks flushed at her question, but thank God they couldn’t see any pink patches on her skin, because her face was painted. Eric chuckled. “Something like that.” “Actually,” Max said, “we determined I was the smaller of the three and we thought I’d be the better choice as your…backdoor leaf.” She seriously could have died of embarrassment. But she stayed the course. Her gaze dropped to his thick shaft, full and erect, before she said, “If that’s considered the smallest in the group…” Oh my. She was in for quite the triple treat! Yet even as that thought teased her brain, she couldn’t help but feel a little anxious over having that mammoth cock in such a tight place. Either one of them, actually. As though sensing her hesitation, Eric took her hand and said, “Don’t worry. We’ll make it work.” They were both sheathed with condoms. Lubricated, she guessed. Though Eric certainly wouldn’t need the extra moisture in her pussy. She was already dripping wet. Could feel the warm honey ooze between her lips, making her want to cross her legs. She didn’t. The aching in her pussy intensified when his head dipped and he kissed her on the lips. Carefully, because of her paint, and yet… Not so much. As his tongue delved deep and tangled with hers, Annabelle completely lost herself in the moment. She kissed him back. Hungrily. Greedily. He gripped her hips and pulled her against his hard body, the way he had last night. Possessively. The paint on her body was dry, so she didn’t worry about ruining it. Neither did he, obviously. As she returned his impassioned kiss, she felt Max behind her, his hands moving up her sides and then sliding between her and Eric so he could cup her breasts. He squeezed them roughly, making her moan in Eric’s mouth. Max

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pinched her nipples, rolling them between his fingers and thumbs. Tugging on them until they ached in that really good way. In that please-suck-on-them way. One of Eric’s hands remained on her hip, holding her to him, while the other eased between the fronts of their bodies. The pads of his fingers glided over her pussy lips, rubbing the slick skin forward and back, stroking her with a strong, yet sensual rhythm. When he targeted her clit, caressing it in a circular motion at first before he picked up the pace and fingered her with quick movements, she felt as though the room had started to spin. Max continued to toy with one hard nipple as his other hand left her breast and cupped her ass cheek. He gave it a gentle smack, making her jump a little. Then his fingers dipped between the cleft of her ass and he stroked up and down until she was practically melting between the two men. When Max’s hand swept down and forward and two fingers plunged into her wet cunt, Annabelle ripped her mouth from Eric’s and let out a small cry. All the while, his fingers continued to rub her clit as Max’s fingers pumped in and out of her cunt and his other fingers pinched and rolled her nipple. Annabelle had never been so turned-on. Liquid fire flowed through her veins and a bright blaze flashed in her belly, spreading downward to her cunt, which Max continued to pleasure. The first ripple of excitement danced through her and she let it build. “You’ve got a tight pussy,” Max whispered in her ear. “Do you want to feel Eric’s cock inside you?” “Oh yes,” Annabelle said on a sharp breath of air, knowing exactly how snug and wonderful the fit was. Her eyelids fluttered open and she found Eric staring at her, a sexy smile on his face, as though he were recalling the same thing. “Is she ready for me?” he asked Max, without taking his gaze from her. “Oh yeah. She’s wet and clutching at my fingers. She wants you to fuck her. Don’t you, Annabelle?” 40

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“God yes.” She wasn’t the least bit ashamed to admit it. Was just about to come with Max’s fingers inside her, but what she really wanted was to feel Eric’s hard cock filling her. “Fuck me,” she said as her gaze remained locked with his. “Fuck me hard.” Like last night. His jaw tightened and he let out a low groan. Max withdrew his fingers and lifted one of her legs, hooking the back of her knee with his powerful forearm. Spreading her wide. A heartbeat later, Eric thrust his cock into her and she cried out, knowing no one could hear her with the pounding beat of the club’s music. “Jesus,” Eric said between clenched teeth. “You are so fucking tight.” He pulled almost all the way out of her, then thrust back in, pushing the breath right out of Annabelle’s body. “Goddamn, you feel good.” Her arms wrapped around his neck as he hammered into her, fucking her hard, the way she’d begged him to. Thank God Max had a firm grip on her from behind, because the leg she stood on started to shake. As Eric pumped in and out of her, she felt her climax build. “Make me come,” she whispered on a harsh breath. “Oh God, please. Make me come.” He did. Her orgasm ripped through her body, making her cry out again. She was still riding the erotic wave when Max’s hand returned to her ass. Though he continued to hold her leg up for the most optimal access, the fingers of his other hand went to work on her anus, rubbing the rim with the juices from her cunt that still coated his fingers. When the tip of his cock nudged her small opening, Annabelle experienced a moment of panic. But Eric kissed her again, as though sensing her hesitation, and continued to fuck her. Keeping her aroused and making her ready for Max’s erotic invasion.

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She unwrapped one arm from Eric’s neck and reached around her backside, grasping a cheek and pulling on it, spreading herself a little wider to accommodate Max. He groaned in her ear. “Annabelle,” he said, “you’re making me hot.” She broke Eric’s kiss. “I’m ready,” she said. “Fuck me. Both of you…fuck me.” Eric’s thick shaft continued to slide in and out of her body, pushing deep when he thrust into her, making her moan. Then she felt the pressure in her ass, followed by a pinching, stinging sensation as Max entered her. Slowly and carefully. Pain didn’t really register in her mind. She was too turned-on. Too in need of everything she knew they could give her. She lifted her ass and pressed back against Max, forcing him a little farther inside. A sharp grunt fell from his lips. “Careful, Annabelle,” he warned. “I don’t want to hurt you.” “It feels so good,” she whispered. Even better than she’d imagined. Her eyelids fluttered closed and she said, “Both of you inside me, fucking me. My God. It feels so good.” And Annabelle came again.

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Chapter Three Perhaps, looking back, she’d concede that it’d been greedy of her to want multiple orgasms before she’d even fulfilled her artistic commitment to Finn. She really didn’t care. Never before had she experienced something so blissfully erotic as two cocks inside her body. Two cocks attached to two extremely hot men, no less! So when they settled into position, after her orgasms, Annabelle was sated. Until the bumblebee arrived. His was the biggest cock of them all. Annabelle licked her lips in anticipation. This erotic mural was getting better and better! Eric and Max had told her Finn had given them each a little blue pill to keep them hard for the show. They were still stiff inside her body, since they hadn’t yet given in to their own releases. But they had to remain perfectly still while Finn positioned them, which made Annabelle crave them even more, wanting them to move inside her again. Finn directed the men in front and behind her to grip each other’s forearms and lean back, away from the “stem” Annabelle’s body created. Their torsos were arced just so, creating graceful leaves that surrounded the flower that was Annabelle, who stood on a raised platform between the men so all three pelvises were as aligned as possible. Rigging the bumblebee—Jasper, as Finn had introduced him—to the ceiling took less than a couple of minutes. Apparently being an expert at wire harnesses, the three professional acrobats had consulted with Finn’s crew previously and all they’d needed to do was hook Jasper up and reel him toward the ceiling. Now he dangled so close to Annabelle’s face that she had to do little more than open her mouth and his cock slid in.

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Her bare feet were planted firmly on the stage floor, but she still swayed a bit, what with all the cocks she had inside her, and the fact that she was literally counting the seconds in her head until her two minutes were up. And the curtain hadn’t even been pulled yet! She hated this part. This anticipation. This stillness. She wanted movement. She wanted action. She wanted the cock in her pussy and the one in her ass to thrust in and out again. She wanted to suck hard on the thick shaft in her mouth. Couldn’t stop herself from doing just that, which elicited a low hiss from Jasper. “Jesus, Annabelle,” he groaned as his body bucked, making him sway on the harness. “You’re going to make me come.” She would have grinned in triumph if her mouth weren’t full. “Still, people!” Finn snapped. “Just a few seconds more.” He was completing his touch-up work. Fixing all the smudges created when Annabelle and her men had figured out their positions. Though Max’s cock was not that far in her ass, it still stretched her and made her backside tingle and sizzle. Eric had had to pull his cock out a little too, per Finn’s direction, so the piece was “balanced”. She guessed that to mean the same amount of cock could be seen on either side of her. “All right,” Finn said, looking quite pleased with himself. He settled Annabelle’s flower headdress at the right angle and then clasped his hands together. “That’s fucking hot.” Then he walked out, leaving the four joined models to their heavy breathing and discomfort at having to stand perfectly still for two whole minutes. Not moving an inch. Annabelle wondered how she’d make it through this torture. Surprisingly, the first chime came quickly. But not only did it bring relief that they were halfway through this waiting game, it also reminded Annabelle that in one more minute, she just might get everything she wanted! Three men. One woman.

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Eric and Max had fucked her good, but somewhat carefully. Getting her body used to them was part of their cautious lovemaking, she suspected. They’d also had to be cognizant of Finn’s paint job. But after that curtain dropped in…thirty-three…thirty-two…thirty-one seconds… There’d be no need to worry about smudging the body paint! A low moan lodged in her throat. The crowd in the club was on its feet, applauding Finn’s masterpiece, but all Annabelle could think about was finishing what she’d started with these men. When the curtain finally fell back into place, her excitement soared. She had to release Jasper’s cock not just so he could be lowered to the stage but also because she was about to get lockjaw. She worked her mouth a little, loosening it up. Eric and Max shifted their positions, both withdrawing their cocks, disappointing Annabelle. Were they done with her? Jasper said, “Jesus, that was a bitch.” He slipped the wing attachment off his shoulders as he said to Annabelle, “Having my cock in your mouth for two minutes and not being able to do anything about it was just downright cruel.” “You don’t know the half of it!” Max chimed in. “Agreed,” Eric said, winking at Annabelle, silently telling her how difficult it’d been to be inside her and not be able to fuck her. But Annabelle had them all beat. “You think you had it bad,” she said, feeling bold and brazen, considering she’d come this far without backing down. “Imagine how much torture I had to go through. Three cocks in me without being able to enjoy them to the fullest extent?” She eyed each man in silent invitation. “Now that’s downright cruel.” She added a little pout for good measure. Eric chuckled. “Poor Annabelle. Maybe we should make it up to her.” “She did save the day by agreeing to be in the scene with us,” Max said.

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“And we do have this room all to ourselves…” Jasper added. Annabelle clamped down on her lower lip. She had no idea what Max and Jasper looked like under their paint. Had no idea what color their hair was, didn’t know if she’d even recognize them if she ran into them on the street some day. But the paint did nothing to diminish their masculinity. Their magnificent bodies, so strong and powerful. Annabelle wanted to touch them everywhere. Wanted them to touch her in return. So she didn’t hesitate the slightest bit. Grabbed that carrot they dangled in front of her, prepared to nibble on it! Reaching a hand out to Eric, her fingers glided over his wide chest, the muscles bunching beneath her touch. She said, “I’m ready for more.” A true statement, evidenced by the way her cunt clenched tight and her juices started to flow. Her nipples had never softened. Were, in fact, so hard they hurt. She wanted Eric’s mouth on them, teasing them with his tongue. Sucking them between his teeth. His head bent and his mouth pressed to hers just as Max, still standing behind her, removed her headdress. Then his hands were on her body as Eric deepened their kiss. Max squeezed her breasts and tugged gently on her nipples, sparking a fire in her belly. Eric’s hand moved between her legs, his fingers rubbing her clit with lightning-quick speed, bringing the erotic sensations back full force. Jasper stood close enough to them that Annabelle could slide her hand over the head of his cock and down his thick shaft. She gave it several long, full strokes as Eric continued to kiss her. The hands on her body and the slight jerking of Jasper’s cock—so telling of how aroused he was—pushed Annabelle right to the edge. Eric seemed to sense how close she was, and pushed a finger into her wet cunt. Annabelle tore her mouth from his as she came, the simple attention they paid her body enough to get her off quickly. But, of course, she wanted more. So much more. 46

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“Fuck me,” she said, still fighting for a full breath. “All of you.” Eric dropped to his knees before her. He grabbed Annabelle’s hand and pulled her down with him, forcing her to let go of her grip on Jasper’s cock. Eric eased back onto the stage floor, bringing her with him. She straddled him and, a heartbeat later, his cock was thrusting up into her, giving Annabelle one-third of what she needed. He held her hips steady, lifting her body slightly off him, as he hammered into her in a piston-like way, making her gasp for air and shudder from head to toe at his forcefulness. And the exquisite sensations he evoked. Annabelle’s pussy clenched him tight, squeezing and releasing. Eric groaned as she milked him, his hips and ass lifting off the floor to help him thrust deeper into her. She leaned over him, her palms flattening on the smooth floor on either side of his head. She thrust her ass in the air and glanced over her shoulder at Max, whose hand was wrapped around the base of his cock. He pumped it slowly as he watched Eric fuck her. Listened to their moans and groans. Her sharp whimpers when Eric hammered into her a little harder. “I want you,” she said to Max. Max stepped closer to them. Annabelle’s attention returned to Eric. “I’m going to come,” she said, the climax building fast within her. “Oh yeah,” Eric said, as though he could feel the pressure increase and knew she was on the verge. Max’s hands were suddenly on her ass. He spread her cheeks wide and took over the rhythm of hers and Eric’s lovemaking. He lifted her off Eric’s cock, only to force her back down on it, then rocked her hips so that she ground against Eric as his cock pushed deeper into her. Max repeated the move several times, until everything inside Annabelle collided and exploded in a release that had her screaming wildly. Not that anyone could hear her with the club’s music cranked to a double-digit decibel.

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“Oh fuck,” Annabelle said, gasping for air. But Eric didn’t give her a reprieve. He continued to pump his thick cock into her now-dripping cunt as Max’s hands spread her cheeks wide again and the head of his dick nudged her anus. Exhilaration and anticipation consumed her. When Jasper knelt by her right shoulder, his cock as tempting as the other two, she balanced her weight on one hand so she could wrap the fingers of the other one around Jasper’s thick shaft. She gave it a few tight-fisted pumps, then used the pre-cum that seeped from the tip to moisten the head, putting extra effort into her hand job. When Max’s cock pressed into her ass, her gaze snapped to Eric. “Don’t stop fucking me,” she said. He grinned at her, though it was a tight one. “Wasn’t planning on it.” “Good.” Her breath came in short rasps. “I like your cock inside me.” He groaned. Picked up the pace a little. Annabelle’s head dropped to his shoulder. She still held Jasper’s cock in her hand, squeezing it tight as his hips bucked. Max was taking his time behind her, easing in slowly. It was Eric’s cock in her that pushed her toward another powerful orgasm. “Oh yes,” she moaned. “Just like that. Fuck my pussy. Fuck it harder.” Eric thrust up into her just as Max sank a bit deeper. The stinging sensation from her ass, combined with the hard rod ramming into her pussy, made her cry out again as she came. “That’s it, Annabelle,” Jasper whispered. “Come all over his cock.” She lifted her head and leaned toward Jasper, who looked in desperate need of some action himself. Thus far, he hadn’t been much more than an observer. Her lips closed around his thick shaft and she sucked hard, eliciting a low, primal grunt from him.

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Max’s hands gripped her waist and he pulled slightly out of her before pushing back in. Eric’s hand moved between her legs, and he used the pad of his thumb to rub her clit while he continued to fuck her pussy. Jasper reached down and palmed her breast, squeezing it roughly. Annabelle wanted to scream again from the erotic joy they brought her, but she didn’t want to relinquish her lip-lock on Jasper’s cock. She held him at the base with her hand, since he was much too long for her to take fully into her mouth, and her head bobbed up and down as she licked and sucked him. “Oh yeah,” he groaned. “Keep doing that.” “Feels good, doesn’t it?” Max asked on a harsh breath. “Being inside her. Fucking her mouth. Her pussy. Her ass.” Annabelle’s heart swelled at how much they seemed to desire her. How much they seemed to want to selflessly give her pleasure. Get her off as many times as possible before they gave in to their own releases. As they continued to fuck her, Annabelle knew she would always hold a special place in her heart for Eric, Max and Jasper. They’d done nothing but take good care of her. Careful not to hurt her, but determined to give her endless amounts of pleasure. It made her want to reciprocate even more. She licked Jasper’s cock from base to tip, then flicked her tongue over and around his head, teasing him, making him breathe even harder. She drew him into her mouth, taking as much of him as she could, and sucked him hard. “Oh Christ,” he said in a strained voice. “I’m going to come, Annabelle.” She was perfectly aware of why he’d warned her—so she could finish him off with her hand. Instead, she continued to suck until he exploded inside her mouth, a long, low groan falling from his lips.

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Watching her get Jasper off seemed to spur Eric and Max on even more. They fucked her a little harder, stealing her breath. “Oh God,” she moaned, now focused solely on the sensations building within her again. Eric continued to rub her clit and Jasper moved in closer so he could palm both her breasts and pinch and roll the nipples, making her think there was absolutely nothing else she needed to send her over the edge. A very tall, steep edge that would lead to one hell of a freefall! But Max surprised her by lightly spanking one of her cheeks. The slight sting made everything inside her light up like a slot machine with a winning combination. “Oh yes,” she whispered, giving herself over to the pleasure, losing herself in sexual bliss. “Oh God. Fuck me harder. Make me come. Please, please, please!” They all worked her a little more feverishly. When Max smacked her on the ass again, all the beautiful, delicious, erotic sensations converged, rocking her to the core of her being like a ten-point earthquake. “Oh yes!” she cried out, riding a tsunami of pleasure that coursed through every inch of her. “Oh!” The bliss went on and on. Her inner walls squeezed both cocks inside her. Eric came next, calling out her name as his body jerked and convulsed beneath her and inside her. “Oh fuck, yeah,” Max groaned as he pushed a little deeper into her ass. His orgasm caused him to buck behind her, making him hammer into her until Annabelle screamed again, another climax stealing her breath. Max withdrew slowly from her and she collapsed onto Eric’s wide chest, panting heavily. “Good Lord,” she managed to whisper. “That was…too amazing for words.” “You said it,” Eric replied with a soft laugh.

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Jasper leaned forward and gave her a kiss on the forehead. “You give one hell of a blowjob, Annabelle.” He smiled at her, then got to his feet and left the stage. Max took his place, pressing his lips to her temple. “Damn good fuck, Annabelle. You’re a fantasy come to life.” He winked, then left her alone with Eric. When she finally regained some of her strength, she sat up. She still straddled Eric’s lap. His cock was still inside her. Eric sat up too. “Come to Vegas, Annabelle. See the show. We’ll take you out on the town afterward.” “I’d like that.”

***** The auction on Sunday was, as Yvette had claimed, a stellar affair with a fantastic brunch, free-flowing champagne and a fiercely competitive, live auction. Yvette bid on the peacock number and won. She beamed proudly as she said to Annabelle, “Don’t you dare let those countryclub prudes view it without me there to see their reaction!” Annabelle laughed. “They’re not all prudes, you know.” Yvette’s gaze slide over her and a wicked smile touched her lips. “No, honey, they’re not.” Sans her body paint, the blush on Annabelle’s face was likely bright pink. “You are so bad.” “No,” her friend said. “You are. I like this new Annabelle Hardin.” “Yeah,” Annabelle agreed. “Me too.” The “Pollination” scene was the last to be auctioned off. The bids were fast and furious, the price escalating at a rapid rate. Annabelle’s eyes grew wide at the popularity of the piece. She also felt a new sense of pride for her bold breakthrough. So when the bidding slowed, and the piece was going, going, go—

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Annabelle lifted her bidder’s paddle in the air, upping the price by another five hundred dollars. Her competition backed down, though the man looked positively steamed. Unable to meet Annabelle’s new price, the gavel dropped and the auctioneer yelled, “Sold!” Annabelle’s heart skipped a beat. Yvette gasped. “Talk about paying a fortune for a painting!” Dropping her bidder’s paddle on the table, Annabelle snickered. “I want the reminder of my liberating weekend in Manhattan.” She reached for her glass of champagne and took a deep sip. Yvette smiled. “I have a newfound respect for you, my friend.” “I do too,” she said with a grin, already knowing exactly where she’d hang the painting. In the living room for all to see.

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About the Author Calista Fox in a multi-published, award-winning author of contemporary, suspense and paranormal erotic romances. She began her professional fiction-writing career in 2004, following a successful career in PR, where she specialized in writing speeches and Congressional testimonies. Her books have received rave reviews and she is also the recipient of a Reviewers Choice Award for Best Erotic Sci-Fi Novella. Calista is a member of Romance Writers of America and two of its Phoenix Chapters, Desert Rose and Valley of the Sun Romance Writers. She has served on the Board of Directors, been the newsletter director and chaired the annual Golden Quill Contest for the Desert Rose Chapter. She is also a member of Passionate Ink, RWA’s erotic romance chapter. In addition, Calista gives presentations and workshops on writing novellas. Calista attended college on a Journalism scholarship and has worked on newspapers as an editor and reporter. She holds degrees in General Studies and Communications. Calista lives in Arizona, but travels frequently to places like Mexico, Europe, San Diego and Washington, D.C. She has traveled the country by Lear Jet, always with her laptop in tow, and is a spa aficionado! Calista welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email address on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.

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