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Excerpt
Chapter
One
Tiny
brushes moved softly across her skin. It was almost too erotic for her to
handle. However, Saff was not complaining, this was a job and one that was
paying better than good. All that was required was to have her body used
as a canvas.
The
gentle and steady hand of a masterful artist had been doling out the
torture using their weapon of choice, a series of brushes. Fine,
sable-haired brushes that moved sinuously across her face and ears, gently
over and around her breasts and nipples, stroked down her stomach and
pussy mound, even along her bare, plump lips. The final strokes were
usually tickling the special makeup along her legs, feet, and toes.
This
was the thirty-first and final illusion that had been specifically
commissioned by some unknown patron. Once the photos had all been taken,
the patron, along with the photographer’s expertise, would choose the
best images and then send it to a bookbinder who handcrafted beautiful
books. It was for a private collection only. Saffron was the model/canvas
and when offered the post, she worried for a moment about some strange
person possessing nude pictures of her, then realized it would be
difficult to know it was her hidden beneath the paint, so left that worry
behind.
Joanne
Gardner, the artist/body painter, was one of the top in the field. Bruce
Wester, the photographer, also top in his field, was noted for the raw
sexuality with a sensual ambience to his pictures. There was also a team
of assistants for each and they had all been working on this project for
almost a month straight, including weekends. The team was top notch as
would be the final product.
No
one ever heard Saff complain about her choice of profession. Model work
was not that difficult, but was frequently trying on the nerves. However,
that no longer mattered, this was her last job, she was no longer cut out
for this career. As a tall gangly prematurely busty girl-child, the
industry loved her and she found it easy money. But the woman she became
disliked hearing the, “Saffron, you’re gaining weight, loose at least
fifteen pounds if you want to work.” By no means was she a beauty, but
what she did have going for her was great facial bones that showed well
with makeup and a tall, long-legged frame with large breasts that showed
clothes to great advantage. The new waifish body trend was just not for
her so, she was taking this last job and heading for a less public life.
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