Paint Job Read Free

forward and takes my nipple in his mouth.
    The world explodes around me. I gasp for air. Spasms rock my
entire body. Leena supports me from behind and Randall is leaning over me,
holding my chin cupped in his hand. His mouth moves from my breast to my lips,
and then slowly, gently, he lets his weight settle on top of me. He rides my
spasms until they stop, his banana resting on my leg.
    The three of us lay there panting.
    They lie down on either side of me, my beautiful
practitioners. My breath slows. Randall pulls the wet drop cloth from beneath
us, wads it up and tosses it into the corner, then snuggles up to me. Leena
pulls up a blanket to cover us. We twine our arms and legs around one another.
    “Oh my god,” is all I can manage.
    “Take a nap. Sleep,” says Leena. “When we wake up, we’ll
have a bite to eat and talk, then get to work on your painting. Okay?”
    “Yeah,” I breathe, almost asleep, “okay.”
    Two hours later I wake up to the smell of coffee. I’m alone
on the platform. I sit up, clutching the blanket to my chest. I can hear them
in the main room, rattling dishes, moving chairs, chatting. I am paralyzed by
the memory of what happened on this platform only a few hours before. I thought
I was getting a Paintini, but I’m getting so much more . I don’t know
what to think.
    “You’re awake,” says Randall. Were his fingers really inside me just a little while ago? He’s holding a steaming cup of coffee.
    “Come on in,” invites Leena. Did she really move me
to orgasm? “There’s a bathrobe on the chair.”
    I pull on the bathrobe. My privates feel slick and naked as
I go into the other room, where they are. “Hi,” I say. I pour myself
coffee and stare into its depths. I’m not ready yet. I’m not ready to look at
the two people who took me so completely by surprise and who just made the best
love of my life to me.
    “You didn’t know, did you?” asks Randall.
    I shake my head.
    “Are you okay?” says Leena.
    I nod. I glance at them, sitting together on the couch,
looking like concerned parents. They’re wearing bathrobes too. “Yes. I am. I’m
more than okay. Really.”
    “You’ve never made love with a woman before,” says Leena,
“have you? That was your first time, wasn’t it?” It’s a statement, not a
question.
    “Yes,” I say.
    “Or with two people at once…”
    “Never,” I say.
    “We thought you knew. You answered the questions…”
    “You knew the password…”
    “It was Claire,” says Leena, setting down her coffee. “She
screwed up the invite.”
    “Has to be,” agrees Randall. “Claire. Nice girl but a bit
scattered, maybe.” He pours himself more coffee. I remember the banana hidden
under his bathrobe and I smile a little private smile. I hope I’ll get the
chance to see it again.
    “You asked for the Deluxe Package …”
    “So we thought you knew what you were getting into.”
    They stare at me, eyes wide and troubled.
    “It’s okay. Really. But you’re right—I had no idea !”
How could I ever have thought that Randall rubbing my nipples and Leena adoring
my pubes was anything but what it was? I feel ridiculously innocent with these
two, and very young. I flush. A thrill goes through me—I want to be felt
up again! I want them to make love to me again! It wasn’t what I came here for,
but it’s all I can think of now.
    “This has never happened before,” says Leena.
    “Never,” says Randall.
    “Maybe we should stop?”
    I sit down on the couch beside Randall. “No. Let’s continue.
I want the Deluxe Package. But I have a question—do I really get a
Paintini? Because I want a Paintini.”
    Randall erupts in laughter. “Of course you do! That’s what
we do. Well…” He glances at Leena. “It’s one of the things we do.”
    Leena grins. “In fact, we’re going to start painting you
right after we finish these croissants.” Leena gestures at a tray of
luscious-looking buttery pastries I hadn’t noticed before.