Along for the Ride

Georgie was in the dressing rooms hunting out her suit carrier between the rails of clothes when Calvin found her.

“You looked fabulous.” He kissed her cheek. “However, perhaps you should slip into something a little less provocative for the taxi ride home. I’d prefer the driver to keep his attention on the road, and not on you.” He gave her a teasing smile while his hand slowly outlined her body, resting beneath the curve of one latex-covered buttock with the briefest of embraces as he kissed her full on the mouth.

“I’ll wait for you outside. We have a date.”

She watched his back as he moved quickly away through the crowd of students and models that were filling the room. She knew from the suggestion in his voice and the dark smile hovering at the corners of his mouth that he meant the pair of them had a date with Jason. After a moment, she walked out from between the rails. She wondered what they had in mind as she began to unlace her bodice, and her hand trembled slightly in anticipation.

“You’re fucking him, aren’t you?” Justine gushed, with a mixture of accusation and admiration. She’d obviously caught sight of the earlier encounter.

Georgie winked and smiled, but managed to avoid any more tangible response, changing quickly into a mini dress in stretch ruby jersey. She didn’t bother with underwear, threw on a cropped black velvet jacket, and put the shiny red-and-black stilettos back on. She deposited her catwalk number in its carrier on the rail, waved goodbye to Justine, and stepped out from the hubbub of the post-show party toward the taxi rank, where

Cal waited.

When he opened the door of the cab and she stepped one long leg in, she discovered that Jason was waiting inside. He eyed her naked leg and the glossy shoe with interest as it neared him, reaching out one hand to help her in.

“Jason, you should have come in and seen the show.”

“What makes you think I’d miss out on a treat like that?”

He dangled a Mamiya camera from his free hand and then hauled her over to his side of the cab.

She gasped, then chuckled. She should have known he would have come with Cal and sneaked in with the other photographers.

When Cal climbed in against her back, they set off. Jason pressed her up against the seat of the cab and ran his lips tantalizingly over hers while his fingers traced the hem of her little dress and then reached down between her thighs. She moaned aloud when she felt the firm pressure of his hand curl under her pubic bone.

“You do realize we’re shagging the most gorgeous woman we saw on that catwalk tonight,” Jason murmured.

Cal began to stroke her shoulders from the other side, lifting her hair up and kissing her neck. “Yup. With the sexiest outfit, too.”

Georgie was still high from the show, and now she was surrounded by heady testosterone.

“We could see your every curve, Georgie girl.” Jason’s eyes were dark with lust. “I was getting a stiffy.”

Georgie chuckled. Her hips began to move on his hand, and they each heard the gentle suck of her flesh on his fingers.

As they pulled up at Cal’s place, he drew his hand away reluctantly, sucked his fingers, and whispered, “Later ...”

Georgie stepped out into the cool night air and steadied herself. When they got into the apartment, she took her glass of red wine and wandered into the studio. She walked over to the easel to take another look at the painting Cal had begun the previous week. She had that same strange sense of identification when she looked at the image of herself. It sprung from the canvas full of vivid colors and energy. Cal had portrayed her as if in dance, her naked body captured in motion. She seemed to rise out of flames, the background painted in heavy brush strokes of luxuriant pigments, red upon orange upon blue. Her figure leapt up, her head back, hair flying across her face. Her breasts looked as if they rode high and free on the rhythm, her hips leading the movement of her body. Her arms were crossed but opening up in front of her body, as if she were flinging off some demon. Through strands of wild hair, her mouth was visible, open and reaching forward in a cry. Her eyes were slits of darkness, her jutting chin carrying the aggression and the demand for pleasure that one could just about feel pouring out of the canvas.

She almost didn’t recognize herself. She’d seen his other work. and she’d seen photographs before of herself during sex, but nothing that reached inside her for the expressiveness contained in this image. She wondered if it was entirely Cal’s artistic skills, or if the attentions of the two men had taken her further into pleasure than she’d ever been before. It was very good to feel Cal’s hot and hungry gaze on her when she was with Jason. She raised her glass to the painting.

“Are you ready for your tattoo?” Jason said as the two men joined her, looking at the painting. Seeing her quizzical expression, he added: “The kisses ... you hadn’t forgotten, had you?”

In a cherry brandy-fuelled moment, she had claimed to want her candy kisses to remain with her forever. “No.”

“I’ll begin tonight.”

“I'm amazed you can do that as well,” she commented.

Jason merely shrugged and smiled. “I couldn’t get the photographic work to begin with, when I finished training. So I apprenticed to a tattooist in Kent while waiting for a bite. Hey, my specialty is ladies’ work, the delicate touch. Trust me.” He looked at Georgie, awaiting her response.

“Well, I guess so.” She felt a sudden rush of excitement at the prospect. It was an idea she’d always contemplated, which was why she’d been so keen when it was first mentioned. “Why not?”

“We’ll make sure you enjoy it, Georgie girl.” Jason leaned over to stroke his finger across her lower lip. He rested it inside the damp warmth for a moment. “Then we can tuck you into bed afterwards.” His finger went back to his own mouth and he sucked on it gently, his expression filled with warmth and suggestion.

“I can’t wait,” she returned, watching his movements with interest.

While he assembled the rather frightening-looking contraption he intended to tattoo her with, Cal helped her undress and poured more wine.