Seduced into the world of the muse by the exotic and erotic mystery that surrounds it, Carly enters the home of the very influential Mr. Harshworth with high expectations. The man seems nice, if perhaps a bit eccentric, but when Carly learns what truly inspires him she realizes that she is not prepared for the man who demands a very peculiar type of muse.
“Every morning, Carly, you will call this office and speak directly to me. You will be given the address of the client; that is, if the client chooses you as his muse. If there is no client for you, you must call again every day until one is interested in you.”
Carly nodded her agreement. She thought she understood, but she did have a question. “The man will do a painting of me, or something?”
Once again, Carly was given an icy stare. “The client will decide how you will inspire him. He will instruct you.”
Mr. Harshworth unbuttoned his shirt to the top of his pants, opening the shirt just enough to provide Carly a good view of his hairy chest that glistened with just the right amount of musk scented oil. It never failed to begin the arousal process. Carly stared at the man’s chest. The hair around his nipples was wet and his nipples were hard, and Carly had an uncontrollable urge to kiss them. Carly sat on the quite peculiar settee, as instructed.
“Let’s get started, Carly. Lean back against the pillows and let your legs fall over the sides of the settee.”
Carly did as she was told, and the less than ladylike position seemed more erotic to her than slutty. She placed one arm over her head and unbuttoned her blouse.
Carly looked at the tanned naked chest of the young man who was nearly a perfect replica of the artist.
“John is learning the fine art of seductive painting, Carly.”
The young assistant was an expert at arousing women, and he very seductively slid his hands around Carly’s back and unzipped her skirt. The agency had sent many women to Mr. Harshworth, and the young assistant knew the uniforms well. The skirt unzipped all the way and John removed it from Carly’s slender waist, the desire in the young woman made clear by the wetness of her thong. Carly lay back and thrust her hips, hoping to feel the mouth of the artist’s assistant on her crotch.