Feminine VOLUPTUOUS [Erotic Romance]

CHAPTER THREE:

I shake my head. Clearing my damn mind. Now, I'm thinking of what lies underneath Ms. Thick, and I'm harder than I have ever been. Pure sexual attraction, it's healthy. Just to be comfortable, it would be nice to settle down at one point in my life…in my senior years.

Look at Mike!

As night falls, the driver pulls up to the curb. Big bright windows cover the place. The white atmosphere is full of minimal color to attract attention to the pieces. I see lots of people crowding around each sculpture. Paintings line the walls and wine glasses clink in their hands.

Art people!

These people speak a different lingo. Act like a canvas with one black dot is an expressive invention! I've gotten the evil eye from Yesenia a few times. Hey, I'm a smart ass to color theory! When you got this dude's molded dick pointed at my face, while he's grubbing at a clay crotch, I'm stuck on why his dick is bigger than the real thing!

My car door opens, and I'm hit with flashes. Yesenia creates under a pseudonym. She loves her privacy. She's really famous in her craft, but now that Mike's married to her, the paparazzi follow them around everywhere! Everyone believes she's a hot Talent Manager. Between her pieces, clients, and connections in the art industry; she represents someone huge, but nobody knows exactly who!

Very few of us know the truth.

Of course, where there is fame, there is high society. Celebrities and wannabes enter like it's the red carpet. Yesenia has talked to me about her direction, never wanting her work, and other artists to feel deceptive because of her connection to Mike. I assured her that where there is fame, there is money.

Her face wasn't impressed!

Mike and I had to sit her down. Her value changed once she married Mike. She didn't want to hear our shit, but at least acknowledge the future in our industry. Just as Mike is married, keeping up in status, and the backstage groupies. It's between their marriage, but it does change the circumstances.

Trust is hard.

So is acceptance. 

It's all game to be on top, and staying on top is harder!

In her stereotypical mind, she wants someone to appreciate the art they are buying instead of the value of fame by purchasing her piece. At this point. It's both! It's the world we live in and the world she accepted once she said I do.

Mike grasps my shoulder, and his fingers dig into my muscle as he lightly squeezes.

“Appreciate you being here for my wife,” He smirks, “Asshole.”

I put my arm around his thick neck. Squeezing him back tightly. To some we look like brothers to lovers, but I don't like little dicks, so we're cool.

“You just love saying you're a soft bitch. How's the collar on your finger feeling, Dick.”

He laughs.

“How's your nuts?”

“Perfect” We both say.

Yesenia walks up. Before Mike, I would have never done a double take to her sass, but man she's a beaut if you're into pure thickness.

In personality and looks!

She laughs, her red lips vibrant, shaking her long black hair. She curves around Mike, securing herself around his hip, as he puts his arm around her body.

Probably tapping that ass!

“I heard what happened Phil. I told Mike to rub your boo boo.”

I turn, staring Mike down.

TRAITOR!

“What Asshole!?! We don't keep secrets” he says proudly.

“Well then I guess this three way is for better or for worse.”

My hand releases his neck, as I crowd around Yesenia’s, squeezing us as one. We're like a throuple couple checking out another doggy style statue.

“Yesenia, what's he got that I don't.” I ask, nodding to the piece.

“Nuts.” She backfires.

We all turn our heads sideways. Staring at the giant mold in front of us. Between his hard flexed cheeks lay little pebbles.

“Looks a little shriveled.” I say.

“Like yours.” Mike adds.

“Rub them Mike, Yesenia says it's tender.” I throw back.

Our laughter is loud, getting some head turns, until Yesenia’s name is called and we all turn around…