Painted Fun

Painted Fun

By: Lexy House

 

Blue house, blue house, blue house...

Scanning the streets, eyes trying to keep up with the speed of my car, I rubbed at my temples. How hard was it to find a blue house in the middle of downtown? I swore all the houses looked blue, but none matched the shade of the picture in my hand. The address on the back was smudged when I received it in an envelope, water damage probably.

I had offered to be painted and photographed. The only tic that nearly made me say no was the fact I had to be nude. I hadn't been comfortable around other people with my body since gym in high school. Though, what they were willing to pay changed my mind. One hundred solid bucks for each picture; making me smile just thinking about it. So, all I had to do was please the photographer to keep rolling out the snap shots and out hopped my cash.

After hours of searching, I finally found the home, grumbling under my breath as I knocked on the door. Shuffling inside, quick footsteps to the door had my attention. It swung open, greeting me with a tall, skinny girl in a large white tee and shorts. Her brown hair was tied up in a messy ponytail, some strands framing her face.

"You Ginger Reyes?" Her sapphire blue eyes wandered over me.

Self conscious, I blushed some and tried to cover myself a little more with my hands. "Yes."

"Good. You're a little late. Have trouble finding the house?" She guided me in, taking my hand.

"Yes."

She laughed. "Not surprised. I swear every house down here has the same color. It's like they're some kind of blue cult or something."

We laughed together, and she grinned, flashing me pearl whites.

"So...where do we set up?"

"I have everything ready upstairs in my art studio."

"A-art studio? As in, you're a professional?"

She nodded, grinning. "I know. I know. I don't look the part. I'm more comfortable working in these clothes. "

"Ah. I understand."

The next few minutes were spent in awkward silence before she decided to take me upstairs and sit me down next to another woman. The woman was petite, black hair underneath a top hat. She wore a short black dress with black tights. Her brown eyes bored into mine.

"This is Elizabeth Horton. She's my body artist. She'll take you into the bathroom once you've stripped and she'll start your body painting there."

Elizabeth nodded towards the girl, and then to me. As she moved to leave, my body reacted, hand grabbing her wrist.

"Wait. I never got to ask. What's your name?" I asked.

Her smile was warm towards me. "Jean Summers."

What a pretty name...

After I nodded to her, she smiled wider, and traveled downstairs once again. The hairs on the back of my neck stuck on end as I glanced at Elizabeth. She was staring intently at me, as if sizing me up and smiling.

"I think tiger paint will do beautiful on you." Standing, she took my hand, and guided me to the bathroom.

My nerves were now bouncing widely around inside my body as I joined her; suddenly shy when she watched me, waiting. Taking deep breaths, I started to strip, staring off towards the sink to distract my knowing thoughts of having someone watch me.

Then there was a hard bump into my back when the door handle jammed into my spine. Growling, I spun around to meet the gaze of my attacker. It was a stunning blonde with green eyes, like uncut emeralds. She wore a dark hoodie over faded grey jeans, hands in her pockets.

"Hey there." I perked, smiling warmly, hoping to make a friend.

Her gaze was hard, keeping to her mysterious aura. She glanced at Elizabeth briefly, before stripping nude herself. Her body was pale, covered in dark scars and stitches. Her chest was a beautiful C cup, bouncing perfectly when she removed her bra. Elizabeth nodded before she sat down beside her.

"Ginger, meet Iris Fox. She's worked with Jean for three years now."

My eyes met Iris's for only a spilt second before she avoided my gaze, staring out the window. I tried a smile.

"She always this quiet?"

Beth nodded, "Always has been since day one. Doesn't argue. Doesn't speak. She's the perfect model. I think I'll make her a white tiger to go along with your tiger."

I tried to look enthusiastic as I finished my undressing.

Iris and I were painted in the next hour, matching in different colors. Hers never met mine again, always absent as she glanced around the room I had known she had to have gotten used to over the years.

The black stripes did its job covering up her scars. She held herself with her head high, confident. Eyes forward, focused, she remained mute. I only fiddled my thumbs, aware that I looked nervous and mediocre to Iris. Though she never spoke, she took my chin and raised it up, setting my arms down at my sides. Fixed my hair.

"Um, thank you..." I blushed.

She didn't acknowledge me as Jean returned back into the art studio with Elizabeth. Her smile was warm, wide, and she nodded approvingly as she eyed both Iris and I over.

"Yes! Yes! It's perfect! Good job matching them, Beth. Let's get them in poses. Iris, I understand you know what poses I want from you. Sleek. Sexy. Teach our newbie. And please be gentle and kind. We don't want to scare her away."

Iris nodded towards her before looking at me. "Learn."

Her voice stunned me to my spot as she took a position in front of the camera. Cold, yet silky. She seemed bored. Glancing up at me, she patted the spot next to her. I knew I had to obey, or look stupid and insulting towards her and Jean. So I took my spot, lying down with her behind me.

"No, no, no. That won't do. Iris, switch spots with Ginger."

The white tiger obeyed her and I tried my hardest to reposition myself without rubbing off any paint. Success was on my side once we got back into position. Iris draped my arm over her side, and brought my head to rise over hers as if I were a dominating female, going in for the kill.

"Ah! Yes! Perfect. Now, Iris, tilt your head back and make it look as if you're licking under her chin. Like you would if you were submitting."

Iris obeyed, and the next few hours trailed by as both of us grew adjusted to the other. We played Twister with the camera, ending up in odd positions and whatever positions Jean pleased. In my mind I had already collected up the sum total I would be receiving after the shoot. A hefty amount of fifteen hundred.

The last pose had my skin crawl as Iris hovered above me, hands on my shoulders, as she stared coldly down at me. Jean had almost clicked the button to capture our scene when she snapped her fingers and grinned wildly.

"That's it! Iris, lean down and kiss Ginger. Pretend she is your mate. Perfect perfect!" She bounced behind the camera again, waiting for Iris to do as instructed.

Iris's eyes met mine, still cold, still uncaring. But she obeyed again.

I nearly squeaked when her lips met mine, but then my eyes fluttered and I purred, kissing back. The flash went off as we were distracted. Her hands gently pawed at me before she broke away and wiped her lips, leaving to the bathroom.

Staring at the ceiling, I wondered and thought hard on what just happened. Iris grabbed my arm, distracting them as she pulled me to my feet. Her gaze was hard on me, cold as always.

"Shower." she pointed to the bathroom and I followed reluctantly.

She stepped in first, blasting scorching hot water on both of us.

I had to bite my lip as I attempted to wash my body in such a degree of water. I knew later my skin would blister. Wincing at the thought, my mind was slow to react to the sudden change in temperature to the water.

Iris stared at me, silent. Half the paint on her face had been washed off, exposing a grey scar on her cheek. I couldn't help but stare back, unsure on what this professional woman wanted.

With gentle hands she pulled me under the water and scrubbed softly with a sponge to my backside. I watched the black and orange paint swirl down the drain with the water as I purred underneath the beating water against my head.

I finally decided to fight the awkward silence with a few questions.

"How did you get those scars?"

Either she wasn't in the mood to talk, or she ignored me. I received no answer for ten minutes before she cleared her throat and turned me around to face her.

"My past." She scrubbed my shoulders.

That was all she spoke the entire time while washing me.

Though I tried to squeeze out what I could from this mysterious woman, she never answered, never spoke a word. She stayed silent, finally washing my hair. She had gotten closer. So close I could feel her breath on my neck.

She had missed the make up on half of my face, but I assumed she intended to.

A squeak escaped my lips when one of her arms slipped around my waist and she kissed down my neck. Goose bumps flooded over my skin as she pinned me to the wall of the shower. Her eyes warmed up slightly towards me.

Little did I know she would attack me with her lips against mine? All I could find myself to do to end the assault was kiss back. Her teeth grazed my bottom lip, gently tugging and massaging before she brought her tongue inside my mouth, wresting with my own.

There was a deep moan from her lips as she propped me up on her knee, hungrily kissing down my neck. I felt useless and helpless as I allowed her to continue her assault. I balled myself up inside, feeling like a stranger in my own body.

Her eyes soon returned to their hard, cold flints against as she shoved me aside, ramming my back into the opposite wall as she washed and cleaned herself. Once done, she stepped out, grabbing her towel and leaving the shower.

I shivered slightly, trembling as I finished washing myself. I reached outside the shower door to find a towel, and struggled to find one for several minutes. It was when a hand took mine, turned off the water, and guided me out of the shower into a warm, soft towel that my body relaxed.

Arms wound around my waist, holding me in place against another warm object.

Opening my eyes, I found myself staring at Iris's shoulder. My blush had returned, but I didn't fight her hold. She was leaned against a wall, keeping me steady. I had finally adjusted to her silence, knowing well enough that it was part of who she was.

Glancing up at her, her eyes were focused on the bathroom doorway. Elizabeth stood there, watching us, smiling. Iris's face twisted into a scowl as she shooed the woman away. Elizabeth chuckled as she left, closing the door.

Iris held me closer, resting her cheek on top of my head. I shivered against the cold temperature of her skin. She gently kissed the top of my head, grabbing another towel off the rack. Wrapping me tightly in it, she held me again.

"Dry yet?" She murmured.

I nodded.

She shoved me against the wall forcefully, and I gritted my teeth. Rubbing at the back of my head, I found her lips against mine again before being thrown against the other wall, tripping and falling into the tub. I knew it was going to leave a bruise later on.

Her hand picked me up by my neck, and I struggled for air. Then, by surprise, I was dropped into her arms and she carried me back to the shower. She turned the water on, pinning me against the wall just below the shower head.

Her eyes bore into mine against, no longer cold, no longer mysterious. They were filled with warmth. She nuzzled me gently, holding me close. I could smell her again. The scent of mint and chocolate. It drove my senses nuts.

She rubbed softly at my neck where it had left a red mark, kissing across the wound gently. She kissed my shoulders. My chest. Then my stomach. All returning back up to my face where she kissed the tip of my nose.

Her lips perked up at the corners slightly, giving me a small smile as she breaks away and leaves me alone in the shower once again. I hear her dress back into her jeans and hoodie as I exit the shower, turning off the water.

She lights a cigarette and trails out to the next room, closing the door behind her. I find myself dressing quickly, still curious about her. Still wanting to know more about the mysterious woman who found herself so keen as to kiss my body.

After dressing, I raced downstairs to Jean. She was already expecting me. Her smile brought a smile to my face as I took my pay in cash. Though there was no sign of Iris, not even her car in the driveway. When I asked, Jean only replied with a shrug and left it at that. She thanked me once again and escorted me out to my car.

It still buzzed in my mind as I pulled out of the driveway and back into the street, heading home.