In Paradise (8 page)

“Ten thousand for two hours?”

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Gina double-checked the address on the slip of paper prior to entering the small warehouse on the lower west side of Manhattan. She didn’t have time to think about changing her mind before she was approached by two beautiful women.

“Right on time. I’m Kerry an
d this is my best friend, Laren.” The tall blonde making the introductions smiled wide enough to show her tongue piercing as she motioned to the shorter redhead. “Ray told us to hurry this along and make it a pleasant experience for you.”

Laren nodded. “Right this way. Lock the front door, Kerry.” They walked from the small office front
, down a short hallway with two doors on both sides and a single door at the end. Laren stopped at the second door on the left and swung it open.

“Will
it hurt?” Gina followed Laren through the doorway

Kerry tapped Gina on the shoulder. “We’d better not hurt you. Ray would fire us.”

“You two will be the ones doing the impression?”

“These are the only two faces you’ll see
. And Kerry and I will never speak of your involvement with another living soul.” Laren crossed her heart and motioned Gina inside the studio.

“Mr. Thompson told you who I am?”

Both women looked a little ill. Laren gasped. “No way!”

“I recognized
you when you walked in the door.” Laren’s face flushed as red as her hair. “You’re a superstar. We know better than to say anything about this. We’d never work in this town again. Like I said, Ray would fire our asses.”

Gina looked around at the chrome and white interior and began to relax.
An expensive bottle of champagne nestled in a sleek stainless steel wine chiller engraved with the company’s monogram called to her. These people were for real if they planned on serving expensive French champagne.

A half an hour later and on her third glass of the bubbly, Gina was
almost
naked under a plush robe while awaiting instructions in a private dressing room. Even though she expected it, the light knock on the door produced a shudder. Gina raised the glass to her lips and emptied it. When she opened the door, she found both women dressed in matching chenille robes.

“We
wanted to make you comfortable.” Laren reached to pat Gina’s hand. “Kerry and I thought if all three of us were naked, you wouldn’t feel self-conscious.

Self-conscious? How about a little creeped out?

Gina nodded, but she wasn’t convinced of the logic. With ten thousand on the line and enough champagne, she didn’t hesitate. She walked with them to a nearby room with what resembled an examining table in the center. Along one wall was a sink and counter with various boxes and bottles containing who knew what.

“Ready?” Kerry shrugged out of her robe.

Gina couldn’t help stare at the woman’s beautiful breasts. Thankfully, she’d kept her bra. She didn’t want any comparisons of
her
padded size-A with these busty chicks.

“Augmentation.” Kerry didn’t display a hint of embarrassment.

“M
e, too.” Laren dropped her robe from her shoulders to display her large perky breasts. “Same doctor as Kerry. He’s really good. Of course, being a fashion model I don’t suppose you’d want enhancement.”

“No, I’ve never felt the urge…until now. And now…I can’t afford them.”

“Give me your robes,” Kerry said. Laren didn’t hesitate to hand hers over. Gina had seen more naked female bodies than most would in a lifetime from the backstage dressing rooms at the fashion shows she’d worked. She slipped out of her robe and handed it to Kerry.

“Hop up on the
end of the table.” Laren spread out a towel. “We have another table to rest your broken leg on.”

Gina sat on the towel, waiting for instructions, when the pop of a cork distracted her. She turned to see Kerry opening another bottle of champagne.

“Do you always drink expensive champagne at work?” she asked.

Kerry smiled. “Ray said to make sure you felt at home doing this job. We told him we needed at least three bottles.”

“And we plan to drink every drop,” Laren added.

“I’m alrea
dy tipsy.” Gina giggled as she took the glass Kerry offered.

“Do you want me to wax or is it okay to shave you?” Laren asked.

“The whole area?” Gina worried her bottom lip between her teeth. Her weekly bikini waxes had been one of the first luxuries to go. “Just shave. I don’t think I’d live through a wax that extensive.” She took a gulp of her bubbly before reclining back and allowing Laren to guide Gina’s one free foot to a stirrup and her cast up onto a small table with pillows. No problem. So far, so good.

“Ray was right to get you for the job
. You have a beautiful pussy.” Kerry was looking over Laren’s shoulder. “Your skin is flawless.”

“Thank you,” Gina said, unsure of the proper etiquette under the circumstances.

Kerry passed another towel to Laren, and she folded it over the tops of Gina’s legs. “The shave cream might be a little cold.” Laren squirted it onto Gina’s mound.

Gina closed her eyes and experienced a lathering like she’d never imagined. This would teach her to go without sex for so long…all because Mr. Right had turned out to be Mr. Player.

It took everything she had to remain still.

“Did you warm the oil?” Laren gave Kerry a wink.

“It’s ready.” Kerry opened the door of a microwave. She tested it on her wrist before handing the small bottle to Laren.

“I need to coat you with oil to keep the medium from sticking to parts
that would hurt when we peel the mold off.” Laren dribbled the warm oil on Gina.

When Laren used
her fingers to distribute the oil, Gina sat up on one elbow and gulped the remainder of her champagne.

“Too warm?” Laren asked.

“Just right.” Gina hoped she didn’t sound too breathless, because it felt unbelievably good. When Laren traced the warmth over her clit, Gina moaned.

“I need to make sure it’s sticking out like a good, little clit,” Laren explained.

“Right.” Gina closed her eyes. When she opened them again, she was very near orgasm. Kerry stood next to Laren, touching her own nipple with one hand and Laren’s with the other. The sight almost sent Gina over the edge.

“She’s ready,” Laren told Kerry.

Ready? Oh, yeah!

Kerry picked up a large, gourd-shaped receptacle filled with thick
whitish goop. She moved to stand between Gina’s legs and pushed the contraption against Gina’s engorged pussy and exposed bottom.

“Hold steady now.” Kerry
applied more pressure. “We want to get this right the first time.”

Gina didn’t know how she managed to be still when she wanted to come so badly. To make matte
rs worse, the goop was seeping up inside her, penetrating her.

Laren’s eyes were glazed as she watched, touching her own clit almost absentmindedly.

“Not yet.” Kerry pushed a little harder. “We need it to set first. It won’t take long. This sets up fast, like the stuff dentists use to make impressions of teeth.”

“This is making me so horny.” Laren
helped steady the mold with one hand and touched her nipple with her other.

“This is making
you
horny?” Gina quipped. “Try this end.” She didn’t know how long she had the contraption between her legs, but it felt like an eternity, both bliss and torture in equal parts.

“Time to take it off. I’ll lift from the rear and move it forward.”

The cool air touching her sensitive skin as Kerry peeled the mold off took Gina’s breath away.

“Does that hurt?” Kerry frowned
. “Please tell me you aren’t in pain.” When Gina shook her head, Kerry pulled it off completely.

“Let me put some more oil on you, in case you’re allergic to the compound,” Laren offered.

Before Gina could answer, Laren began massaging oil onto Gina’s throbbing clit. It only took about five seconds before Gina was coming so fast and hard she almost tumbled off the table.

More?

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Reviews:

5 ANGELS
– The Virginia Model-Logues – Fallen Angel Reviews

“The Virginia Model-Logues is the funniest thing I’ve read in just about forever. Gina and Sam are two of a kind in more ways than one, as the ending to this book proves. Brit Blaise tickles readers’ funny bones with this erotic chick lit-style piece, even as the secondary characters scheme and plot behind the scenes. The diary entries are hilarious and jump this tale forward by leaps and bounds, giving us good insights into Gina’s mental workings and her many trials. Sit back, hold on, and be prepared for belly laughs and chuckles, giggles and guffaws as you read The Virginia Model-Logues.”

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5 HEARTS
– The Virginia Model-Logues –
 
The Romance Studio

“THE VIRGINIA MODEL-LOGUES, a short story, is by Brit Blaise. This story will have you squirming in your seat when you read it. It is so carnal and naughty, that a glass of ice water is imperative. Ms. Blaise made this story sing with a fresh and original storyline. This reader loved everything about it! The interplay between Virginia and the other characters is laugh-out-loud funny and the love scenes are scorchers. Once you pick it up, you will not be able to set it down. When only the very best will do, then step right up and get your copy today! This reviewer highly recommends it! An erotic winner called THE VIRGINIA MODEL-LOGUES.”

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4.5 ANGELS
– The Virginia Model-Logues – 
Romance Junkies

“THE VIRGINIA MODEL-LOGUES will singe your fingers and leave you breathless while it keeps you turning page after page. Brit Blaise did an awesome job in bringing all the characters in this book to life and I found myself totally captivated the whole way through. I would definitely recommend reading THE VIRGINIA MODEL-LOGUES, you will not be disappointed.”

Preview:

PLAYING DOCTOR

By Brit Blaise

Chapter One

“Donald wants his ring back. Right now. Give it to me.”

Nothing could have prepared Tina for the indignity of standing on her own front porch and being told her fiancé of almost two years wanted to break up.

Nothing.

Her breathing increased, as did the beating of her heart while the rest of her body went numb. A hot flush of mortification seared her cheeks.

Donald had sent a stranger to tell her he was breaking off their engagement?

Tina anxiously twisted the diamond on her finger. Sure there were some problems in their relationship, like sex…or lack of it. But what kind of man had someone else do his dirty work? How could Donald send the “other woman” to deliver the message?

“Did you hear me?”

How could she
not
hear the witch? The harsh and irritating voice lodged a pain inside Tina’s head where it blossomed and made her left eye twitch. Great.

At the sight of the woman’s smart designer suit, Tina inched back behind the door. Everything about this interloper, her clothes, the stylish haircut, perfect nails and makeup contrasted with work-at-home Tina’s simple and well-worn attire. Embarrassment burned through her as she tried to formulate a plan to escape what was inarguably the most humiliating moment of her life…all twenty-six years of it.

Fight or flee? Without a doubt, she wanted to run and hide.

The woman’s cloying perfume filled Tina’s nose, stealing her breath as a memory of the scent struck her harder than any physical slap across the face ever could. She’d smelled the same fragrance on Donald and had been suspicious at the time. His explanation that he’d been gift shopping for her had lulled her into believing his insipid lies. Thinking back, she never did receive the gift, validating her initial suspicion.

“Who are you? Why would Donald want me to give my ring to
you
?” Both bewildered and betrayed, in her heart Tina already knew the woman’s identity. But she needed confirmation. Where did she go wrong? Her stomach rolled as she awaited the inevitable.

“I’m the woman who isn’t boring! Donald paid over two-thousand dollars for that diamond.” The woman’s smirking, thin red lips delivered information Tina hadn’t been privy to with a nasty tone to match her haughty demeanor.

What did Donald see in this
un-boring
bully? Tina squelched the urge to flee to get an objective look at the woman her man preferred. Somewhere lodged deep inside was the fortitude she needed to deal with this bitch. She yanked it out!

Too thin, the woman couldn’t be called pretty with hallowed cheeks and a long pinched nose. Her small dark eyes, close together, were her best feature.