Naked Portraits Pt. 01

"Fuck you," Shelly said and walked over to the infamous matching leather sofa and plopped onto it.

Sensing that she may have pried a small gape in Shelly's sensibilities, Minnie continued.

"Okay, I've done it more than once."

Shelly sat up and stared wide-eyed at Minnie.

"It's not a big leap for me to do a little exotic dancing on the side," Minnie said. "You have a good sense of rhythm and a nice tight body. They'll love you. And it's absolutely safe; I promise. All the clients are from out of town, no frat boys. Most are regulars and are real gentlemen. They police themselves because they know they got a real good thing going."

For the next hour, Minnie kept working Shelly. Finally, Shelly gave a little ground.

"It sounds like a mildly intriguing thing to do."

"Would you go down on a guy for $500.00?" Minnie asked nonchalantly, smiling.

Shelly stood up and shouted at her friend.

"No fucking way!" Shelly looked at Minnie for a few seconds and her eyes grew wide. "Have you done that too?"

"Yeah. It was amazingly easy," Minnie said thoughtfully.

"Oh-my-god Minnie! You're a total prostitute," Shelly said then held her hands up, adding firmly, "I'm not doing any of this. Good bye!" Shelly stood up and indignantly marched to the front door and opened it.

"Hello, dorms," Minnie called after her. Shelly stepped out and the door slammed. Minnie shouted, "Your parents get to be right."

Ten beats later the door slowly opened and Shelly stepped back in. She closed the door softly behind her and leaned against it.

"I'll strip, but I don't know if I could go down on a guy," she said.

*****

For the next week, Minnie became Shelly's dance teacher. In form fitting dance outfits during a practice session Shelly complained.

"Being naked next to you is grossly unfair."

Minnie laughed.

"You'll be fine," she said as she eyed Shelly in her black leotard. "The clients will flip when they see your slim, sexy, Asian body. Some of those guys have come a long way to see exotic girls like you naked. Redheads like me can be found on every street corner in the mainland."

Shelly eyed Minnie's fantastic shapely body in her tight, teal spandex.

"There must be a lot of men crowding street corners on the mainland."

With Minnie's coaching and encouragement, Shelly grew more comfortable with her bizarre introduction to stripping.

"What about the dick sucking?" Shelly asked at the end of a lesson.

Minnie shrugged.

"Who doesn't know how to suck dick? Experience has shown me that guys don't complain much and if you show enough enthusiasm you can get away with murder."

Shelly nodded but was sure that she couldn't go through with that part of the deal so every day she called the Financial Aid office to see if her check had cleared and every time they told her no. With each refusal, her panic grew.

At the end of the week, Minnie made some phone calls and set up a gig for the weekend. Saturday rolled around and Shelly found herself riding up an elevator with Minnie in a posh, Waikiki hotel. Shelly's nerves were frayed, she felt jumpy and her eyes darted around the corners of the elevator like a trapped animal. To gain some control over her emotions, Shelly focused on Minnie's outfit.

Minnie wore a tight, dark green mini-dress with spaghetti straps. The dress seemed to defy several laws of physics because the thing should just simply drop off her shapely body. Her long red hair was done up in hundreds of long, individual curls giving her a wild, sexy look.

Shelly's hands touched her own skirt at the hips and tugged down a bit. The skirt was way too short for her comfort but for tonight it was perfect according to Minnie. Along with the way too short black skirt Shelly wore a clingy black top. Back at the apartment, Shelly was dismayed that her nipples were so prominent and no matter what she did, she couldn't hide them.

"That's a perk for what we're doing tonight," Minnie joked. Shelly almost slapped her for making such a bad pun.

Shelly felt her courage slowly ebbing away with the ascension of the numbers above the elevator door. She couldn't stand watching the numbers so she pulled out her small makeup mirror to look at her face. Minnie had done a wonderful job with her face. She looked like a movie star on the red carpet of the Academy Awards.

"There has been a change in the agenda. There will be five guys, not two at the party," Minnie said while Shelly admired her face. Shelly slammed her make up mirror shut and slapped at the control panel of the elevator, stopping at a random floor. Without a word and with her beautiful, movie star face set in a stern expression, Shelly marched down the carpeted hall in full panic as she hunted for the stairs. Minnie was at her heels.

"Shelly, wait," Minnie said and grabbed Shelly's arm making her stop in her tracks. "The change was made just today so I waited to tell you 'till now because I knew that you'd freak."

"Of course I would freak!" Shelly yelled. "I can't believe that I've come this far and it stops now!" She pulled out of Minnie's grip and headed in the direction of an exit sign at the end of the hall. She violently slammed at the bar of the exit door; the sound echoed like a gunshot in the stairwell.

When Shelly was one flight down, she heard the exit door open above her and Minnie's voice followed.

"I know about Randy's party."

Shelly stopped dead in her tracks and looked up at Minnie looking down at her from one flight up.

"What do you know about that?" Shelly asked coldly.

"Your friend Francesca has a big mouth, sorry," Minnie said quietly as she walked down and stood on the landing two steps above Shelly.

The thing with Randy happened a year ago before Shelly had met Minnie. Randy, Shelly's boyfriend at the time, was a handsome Hawaiian-Filipino boy from Wahiawa. He and Shelly had been dating for about six months but the relationship was souring and at Randy's birthday party they fought bitterly. She wanted to leave Randy's place after the fight but he insisted she stay to put up appearances. She fumed quietly for the first hour of the party, smiling emptily, but soon a dark mood closed in on her. The need for revenge seized her and she spent the evening talking to a guy named Timothy. Despite her vengeful intent, she found the Timothy guy funny and attractive in that skinny, white boy kind of way.

Randy fumed and gave her the stink eye throughout the night. Because of Randy and Shelly's mood, the gathering broke up early. Timothy was the last guest to leave and Shelly made it clear that she was leaving with him. Taking a last parting shot, Shelly kissed Timothy with rough passion right in front of Randy. Randy stared with shock and disbelief. The kiss ended and Shelly looked at Randy's expression with dark satisfaction. Then, for no explainable reason, Shelly stepped up to Randy and kissed him with equal passion.

That night, with uncharacteristic ferocity, Shelly made love with the two men. She had four orgasms; a record for her. The first was with Randy on top of her as Timothy explored her small, sweet breasts. The second came with her on top of Timothy as she kissed Randy off to the side. Number three came when Timothy did her from behind as she went down on Randy and number four happened as she laid on the bed using her own hands as the guys knelt over her and jerked off. Timothy ejaculated across her thighs and pubic mound and Randy was seconds behind as he ended messily on her chest.

The whole thing was like something out of a porn movie. After the lovemaking, Shelly left Randy's apartment and never looked back. He called numerous times but she didn't return any of his calls. Timothy tried to make contact too but she stonewalled him as well. In time, they both stopped trying to reach her.

Shelly had internalized the event, burying it deep and, except for one drunken confession with her best friend Francisca, she never spoke of her night of abandon to anyone.

"Are you trying to blackmail me into doing this?" Shelly asked Minnie in a low voice full of cold anger.

"No," Minnie said as gently as she could. "When I heard the story I knew that you were a wild thing." After a short pause Minnie added softly, "You said yes to all this a bit too easily Shelly." Minnie sat down on the top step of the riser and stretched out her long legs. She looked at Shelly and said, "I do this because it turns me on, and the money is like hot spice that adds to the thrill. You wanna come with me upstairs and blow five guys and get paid $2500.00 for it?"

Shelly stood silently, looking down at Minnie's long form stretched out on the stairs for almost a full minute. She put a hand out and helped Minnie to her feet.

"I don't wanna fuck those guys," she said.

Minnie smiled.

"This is strictly a SBPG," she said as she led Shelly back to the elevators.

"What?"

"Strip, blow, pay and go," Minnie answered. The elevator door opened and she added, "Although if you let them feel you up they tip better."

They entered the elevator and Minnie hit the penthouse button. "Francisca's a cunt," Shelly said as the elevator ascended. Minnie laughed but held her tongue. The elevator bell dinged and they walked to the door labeled PH2.

After quickly looking each other over for flaws and finding none, Minnie knocked on the door. To what seemed like an eternity to Shelly, they stood silently waiting. Finally, the door opened and a handsome man in his thirties stood before them. He was dressed in a tuxedo with the bow tie hanging loose around his neck. The guy looked please and surprised all at once.

"Come in," he said, recovering his cool as he stepped aside to allow the women into a long entryway lined with watercolors of the ocean. He said from behind them, "Johnny, your friends are here." Another man appeared at the other end of the entry hall. He too had on a tux minus the jacket with tie still intact.

"Minnie," Johnny said and walked down to greet her with a hug.

The Johnny fellow was around forty, fit, balding and good looking in a rugged, Bruce Willis kind of way. "You look fantastic," Johnny told Minnie and then looked at Shelly.

"This is the friend I told you about," Minnie said.

"And your friend has a name?" Johnny asked.

Minnie looked at Shelly. It took Shelly a couple of seconds to realize that Minnie was leaving it up to her if she wanted to give her name or not.

"My name's Shelly," she said to Johnny and shook his hand.

"That's Cliff," Johnny said pointing at the guy who answered the door. Shelly politely shook his hand too. Johnny's eyes stayed on Shelly, not bothering to hide the fact that he found Shelly very pleasing to look at. Shelly gave a nervous smile and looked away unaccustomed to such blunt appraisal. Johnny led Minnie and Shelly into the plush hotel penthouse. Seated at a table covered with poker chips and beer bottles were three other men dressed in tuxedos. The three sat frozen like Mount Rushmore, staring unblinking at the two beautiful women.

Johnny laughed.

"Real slick guys," he said and he introduced everyone around. "Minnie, Shelly, this is Tom, Darrell and Mike." Everyone shook hands all around.

As she shook hands with the men, Shelly thought of how absurd it all seemed and a bizarre commentary started running in her head. I'm pleased to meet you all. In a little while I will be stripping so you can see my tits, ass and naked pussy. Then later I will go down on all of you and give you the quality blowjobs you paid for. Please no checks or American Express accepted. Canadians add 25%. Shelly let out a giggled at her absurd internal commentary.

Minnie nudged her and gave her a look.

"You okay?" she asked in a worried whisper holding a fake smile.

Before Shelly could respond the guy named Mike spoke up.

"Are you Japanese?" he asked Shelly.

Shelly nodded.

"You are very beautiful," Tom added.

Shelly smiled and blushed at the compliment. Now how absurd is that? she thought to herself. Blushing like an idiot at a compliment? How the hell was she going to react to getting naked in front of these guys, let alone go down on them? A sudden surge of panic bubbled to the surface and she turned to judge the distance to the front door. Sensing her friend's terror Minnie gave Shelly's upper arm a reaffirming grip.

"We were told that there is a music system in the penthouse rooms?" Minnie said. She pulled a CD from her small purse and handed it to Johnny. Soon, soft, jazzy sax and piano music filled the room. Still holding Shelly's arm, Minnie maneuvered them to a big open space in the living area in front of the sofa.

"Just do like we rehearsed and you'll be fine," she whispered to Shelly. To the men in the room Minnie said, "Please sit and enjoy."

Cliff, Darrell and Mike sat on the sofa. Johnny straddled a chair from the card table off to one side and Tom, the one that had told Shelly that she was beautiful, sat in a lounge chair beside the sofa. Shelly's eyes kept flickering to Tom. She very much liked his boyish, good looks. He was on the tall side and slim. His hair was long and floppy on the top and trimmed short on the sides. He looks like a rock star, she thought.

Minnie started swayed gracefully. Shelly stood stock still and watched for a few seconds. Enviably, she deducted that Minnie's body was genetically predisposed to move to music. Shelly forced herself to follow Minnie's lead but felt self-conscious and awkward dancing next to her impossibly shapely, graceful, redheaded friend. Minnie did a slow spin; her curvy hips did one thing while the rest of her did another. That shouldn't be physically possible, Shelly thought but there it was. No one is going to look at me, she mused further as she closed her eyes going into a slow spin of her own. She opened her eyes to find most of the guys were looking at her. They're probably amazed that I'm not lying flat on my face, she thought.

Minnie took the evening to the next level by slowly sliding her dark green dress down to her waist then inching it seductively over her hips and down her thighs where it fell to her ankles. She gracefully kicked the garment with a foot and it serendipitously landed on a side table. Minnie continued dancing for the gentlemen in a sexy pair of lacy red panties and bra.

Shelly sighed inwardly and pulled her top over her head. Her long black hair came cascading down over her shoulders. She automatically pushed the hair away from her face then swayed her head to one side to get the hair off her chest. Her hands drifted down to her hips and slid the skirt down then she simply stepped out the garment around her ankles and dragged it aside with a toe. Shelly wore a simple pair of matching black silk panties and bra bought specially for the evening. Shelly had argued against the pricey purchase but Minnie called it a needed investment after looking through Shelly's collection of unsexy, old lady, cotton underwear. Shelly wondered absurdly if she could deduct the underwear as a business expense on her taxes.

A hip-hop song filled the air as the pair danced in their underwear. The men loosened ties and undid top shirt buttons. Those who still had on their tux jackets took them off.

Minnie went into a fast, almost blurring spin and when she slowed, her bra was magically in her hands. Minnie's breasts with their large white-pink aureoles and darker pink nipples were so well received that a small round of appreciative applause rippled through the room.

This is it, Shelly thought. She stopped dancing, closed her eyes, took a deep breath and simply unhooked her bra and let it drop to the floor. No applause followed and after what Minnie did, she didn't expect it but when she opened her eyes she found all the men looking at her. Shelly fought the instinctive urge to cover up her nakedness but lost the fight. She stood staring back at the men in her skimpy black panties with her arms protectively covering her small exposed breasts and stiff dark nipples.

Minnie danced over to her. and said,

"You made that look extremely sexy," she said before bumping Shelly's shoulder to start her dancing again.

Shelly closed her eyes and willed her arms to drop as the hip-hop was replaced with a classic rock song. As the women danced topless to Steve Miller's Abracadabra, a lustful heat enveloped Shelly and spread throughout her slim body like someone had cast a dark spell on her. With a small grin at her private joke, she quietly sang along with the song:

Abra abracadabra I'm gonna reach out and grab ya

A vision of her old boyfriend Randy fucking her as Timothy kissed her breasts filled her mind's eye overlapping with the song:

I feel Magic in your caress

I feel magic when I touch your dress

Silk and satin, leather and lace

Black panties with an angel's face

Shelly blinked herself back to reality when Minnie spoke.

"If you boys want to see more of us, we need to see more of you. Get up and strip down to the bare essentials," Minnie said in a playful but commanding voice.

Fresh dismay rudely dispelled Shelly's thrill of dancing near naked and she thought in a panic, I'm not ready for this part yet. She did her best to stay calm as she watched the men undress. Soon all stood naked in a line with five erections standing at attention.

The sight of the naked men triggered a new wave of feeling in Shelly so powerful it was like she was injected with a drug. With her eyes focused on Tom's twitching erection, Shelly slid her black panties down her thighs exposing a trim dark triangle of hair. Her own brazen move took her by surprise. To hide her fresh dismay from her naked audience she turned her back to them giving them a nice view of her slim, pretty ass. After a deep calming breath she turned forward again.

"You go girl," Minnie said with a small laugh. Sensing that the foreplay part of the evening was officially over, Minnie proved to the room that she was a real redhead by simply sliding her panties to the floor too. She kicked them aside then lent her luscious backside for viewing with a dainty turn.

Minnie and Shelly faced the line of naked men. Minnie dropped to her knees in front of Johnny, took his erection in her hands and guided the head into her mouth.

Still standing, Shelly watched as Minnie expertly took almost every inch of Johnny down her throat. This is so surreal, she thought as she dropped to her knees in font of one of the men. Her eyes naturally focused on the erection at her eye level. Then her eyes flickered up to the guy's face. She couldn't remember his name. Her eyes dropped back down to his erection, she closed her eyes, gripped it and engulfed the tip. When she opened her eyes a few seconds later, another erection come into view on her right. She knew the owner of that dick, Tom.

Shelly let the penis in her mouth drop free and shifted on her knees to face Tom. She pushed his shaft against his abdomen and traced the entire length with her tongue from base to the hole at the tip of the circumcised head. The guy she had started with stepped away and another cock replaced it. The new cock was Johnny's, shiny and wet from Minnie's attentions. Of all the men in the room, Johnny was the largest, perhaps seven inches long, maybe a little more. With her hand still holding Tom's erection against his stomach, Shelly turned her head and Johnny obligingly guided his erection to her slightly parted lips. She took the swollen tip into her mouth, rolled her tongue around the head and then let it fall free again.

"Touch me," Shelly instructed the two men in a whisper as she stood up between them. If the men hadn't been so close they might not have heard her. Shelly closed her eyes, taking pleasure in the two pairs of hands roving over her breasts although the word pleasure was too mild a term for the sensations flowing through her at the moment.