"I did have to pose as a model in photography last month, and recently I also posed for the man; he is a sculpture artist. He did his job well, and I get paid," the young woman Cassey replied.
The two young men, whose visibly a make-up artist with several boxes of makeup they carried, walk closer to Cassey, and one of them starts putting make-up on her skin. The other added make-up to her face. While she's there, sitting confidently and patiently waiting on the time. On the center chair with a backdrop of heavy white curtains she's in.
"Did you enjoy working with him?" Katarina continued the conversation.
"Well, men, obviously I told him I don't like men," Cassey said, moving a little on the chair with cloth and heavy curtains draped around her for the portrait.
"And?" Katarina kept the conversation open.
"I told him if he wants s*x with me, don't use his d*ck; instead, use his fingers d*cks gave babies, and I don't have a plan to have one," the young woman Cassey boldly told, combing her hair on her fingers and looking down to it's ends.
Katarina saw Olivine taking the bottle of water instead of the bottle of alcohol she had on her table.
Olivine prepares the paints and brushes to be used, on her table while silently listening to them. Which made Katarina giggle a little. What she heard was the conversation with them, but Olivine was still like a stone, not giving emotions to it. Katarina knows she's seemed not interested in anything at the moment.
"It's the world of art and taking my art classes; I don't mind it; I got a few extra boxes of that freelance," she said.
"Are you ready?" Olivine asked, clearing her throat.
"Yes," the young woman Cassey sat there, posing nudity with few people inside the room studio. Olivine stood there and examining around her and she walked closely to the young woman, Cassey.
Touching draped clothes from the subject making adjustments to emphasized the whole body portrait. A black canvas with a nude model at the center, white cloth around while sitting on the chair covered by white cloth.
"there's a bathrobe here, if you want to take a break" Olivine said pointing a rack where the bathrobe hanging while speaking to her shes looking directly her on the eye.
Katarina forms a fist on her hands, holding herself, watching them together on the scene. Olivine took a pencil with her, and she held a pad and took measures. Katarina is in awe of Olivine being so professional with her. Instead of getting jealous, she's in awe observing her. Mesmerizing by the beauty, Katarina felt a sudden proud of Olivine's. Wearing her suspenders with her pad and pencil, noticing shes a left handed.
"So I'll gave you the idea with these sketch, how it will looked like okay?" Olivine starts discussing.
Cassey starts touching one of the straps of her suspenders on the right side. Olivine looked up to the cctv consciously. Cassey took her hand right away.
"I love my girlfriend, and she's staring at us right now" Olivine said and she kept making a little sketch pad what will be it looked like.
"Let's have this fifteen to twenty minutes, and let's have a break, Miss Cassey," Olivine said.
Making few fixes around her, Olivine is in her suit wearing suspenders minus the coat that was placed on the coat rack. She gently traced it and properly align it, when Cassey messed it up. Kneeling one knee around to have several touches and adjustments of the cloth around with the entire carpeted floors.
"Am I pretty?" Cassey asked.
"Not just pretty, your very stunning," Olivine said, seeing the young woman blush.
"Look, I'm not that kind of person in your mind; okay, feel safe and comfortable around here," Olivine said, giving her an assurance after complimenting her for self-esteem.
"It's fine; your secretary really likes you, so I know my lines here," the young woman said frankly.
"Thank you; she's the manager of the Gallery, and she's assisting me here; lastly, she's my girlfriend," Olivine smiled.
"Smart one," Olivine added and stood up back to her seat.
"Katarina, can I have my camera, please? It's in my office cabinet on the dusty top shelf," Olivine said without looking at her.
Olivine noticed she hadn't moved where she's at; Olivine took the initiative to get it for herself; she walked right away from the scene.
"God... too much tension in here," the young woman Cassey smiles, having her attention.
"If I asked to have s*x with me right now, she could possibly kick me out of the room, so please relax," Cassey said.
Moments later the door slowly opened, looking at them if they didn't start slapping with one another. Olivine had a relief, seeing them behaved well, she held and raised the camera in front of her peeking the little screen.
"I'll take two or three clicks, maximum of five, as the paper said. Is that okay?" Olivine asked, watching Katarina step away from her. Releasing a deep sighed in frustration.
"Oh f*ck ladies, can you both stop? You two, I'm working here. Set aside those feelings as for now, please. Let's be professional here." Olivine hisses.
"Those death glares! I feel like I'm in the middle of a cross fire here!" Said raising her voice.
"Can I start f*cking you now?" she said, pissed seeing the two of them start behaving and acting like she's in the middle death glare war.
"That's better, so I better come quickly with good results," she added, which sounded almost pissed.
"As for the record, these photo images are included on the contracts, and these would be forward to Miss Ofelia, as you may know.
She's my boss and sister; everything you experience here is all on the paper; no hand contacts means I don't need to touch on the skin and whatsoever; CCTV are there if you want complaints. Those are exclusive recordings for safety in both parties; it'll erase after a month or two; that's our protocol." Olivine clarifies all the terms so she could work properly.
She paused after what she said, Katarina notice Olivine. She dropped all the brushes and took her glass of water, leaving the place. Heading towards the rooftop as soon as she stepped in her feet, she took a deep breath.
"Katarina," she whispered said, opening her eyes. She smells her scent in the air.
"Do you want me to leave?" she asked.
"No, not at all." She smiles.
"Are you bothered by me?" Katarina continues.
"I need air to breathe," Olivine replied.
"Okay...I leave you here then..." Katarina took her hand and kissed it.
"Wait," Olivine says, stopping her.
"Are you testing me?" she said.
"No, I mean teasing you actually," Katarina giggles.
"Because it's working," Olivine replied, drinking her water again.
"It's called foreplay with words" Katarina said teases.
"Tease me not or Touch me not" Olivine looked at her.
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Let it Rain | Olivine | Book2 | WLW
Short Story[COMPLETED] [women-loving-women] WLW What is love,when she's already committed? Olivine is grieving of a loss of her beloved wife, since that day she couldn't feel any emotions any attachments left we're all gone the trauma of being alone. Struggle...
