I repeated the process with Andi. After she was done, I started the massage, and she moaned in pleasure when I did her scalp. I then did her face and neck. I worked her torso, being careful not to touch her breasts. I worked the oil into her skin. I could feel her relaxing. I then worked her legs and did a quick foot massage. I looked deep into her eyes.
“May I?” I asked as I motioned toward her breasts.
“Please,” she purred.
I spent several minutes exploring every inch of her firm breasts. I could smell her arousal. She whimpered when I finished.
“Roll over,” I ordered.
I debated whether to switch girls or finish off Abby. I decided to finish Abby. I winked at Andi to let her know she was next. She got a big grin on her face and nodded.
I found that Abby had several tight knots. She cried out each time I would finally work one out. She was getting relaxed when I finally finished with her back. I was afraid she was going to fall asleep. I skipped her cute butt and went to her feet. That was when I gave her the first orgasm. It caught both of them by surprise.
“Oh, oh, oh, sooo goooood ...” came the sexy moan.
I then worked her legs. When I came near her butt I asked, “May I?”
“Oh yes, please,” she begged.
I worked my magic on the perfect globes of her bottom. I dribbled oil in her crack and let it trickle down her sex. I spent a lot of time building her up and teasing her. She finally pulled her knees under her and pushed her sex into my hand. I thought my shorts were going to split from the pressure. I took pity on her and brought her off in a mind-shattering orgasm. When she caught her breath, she rolled over and smiled at her sister. I handed her a glass of lemon water.
“You are so going to love that,” she gloated as she took a big swig of water. “I’m going to go call Phil and break up with him.”
I just shook my head at her and turned my focus on Andi. I repeated the process. She made it clear from the beginning that she wanted the full treatment.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you ...” Andi beamed.
“Yes, thank you, David,” Abby added.
“I think we should return the favor,” Andi said as she looked at my noticeable bulge.
I started to protest but they grabbed me and soon my shorts were off. They both oiled up their hands and proceeded to tease and stroke Mr. Happy until he couldn’t take it anymore. I about passed out, it felt so good. I also acted the typical male and fell asleep.
Chapter 8 – This is Going to Be So Cool
Saturday January 25
I HEARD A GASP AND then a giggle.
“What the hell, Dawson!” Kara exclaimed.
I came to and realized I had a naked girl snuggled up on either side of me. It took me a moment to remember where I was and why they were sleeping on me.
“He’s ours, get lost,” Abby said.
“The hell he is,” Kara shot back.
Oh, shit.
I tried to sit up but the girls pulled me back down and were kissing my neck.
“I could probably explain, but what the hell, come join us,” I smirked.
Kara tilted her head and all of a sudden, she was naked. She guessed where I kept my condoms and she had me fitted and put to work before either of the girls knew what was happening.
“Oh, yes. I’ve wanted that for almost a month now.”
While Kara and I got reacquainted, the twins went and took showers and ordered us room service for breakfast. When we were done, Kara went to the other bedroom and showered. I followed suit. When I came out to the living room Kara and the twins were laughing and having a good time.
The twins taught me the proper way to eat a bagel.
“What the rest of the country calls a bagel isn’t. A bagel is boiled and then baked. It should be a rich caramel color and definitely not pale or blond,” Andi instructed me.
“A bagel should still be warm out of the oven. If it’s more than four or five hours old, you need to toast it. These are perfect,” Abby told me.
I started to put cream cheese on my bagel and Abby grabbed it from me.
“Don’t ruin it. Here let me show you. Bagels don’t need six ounces of cream cheese on them. They only need a schmear.”
She then put some smoked salmon on my bagel.
“The only salmon that should be used is Nova, and it should be sliced to order,” Andi said.
I tried it. It was good. I noticed that they were other condiments on the platter: capers, diced tomatoes, chopped boiled egg and diced red onions.
“What about the rest of this?” I asked, pointing to the tray.
“Try them and see if you like it,” Abby suggested.
I liked the capers. They gave it a salty zing. Kara had gone back into her bedroom while the twins gave me my bagel lesson. She grabbed one, put a ton of cream cheese on it and a couple of salmon slices, and made a sandwich. I chuckled when I heard Andi whisper to Abby, “Barbarian.”
Kara and I got ready and then left for the studio.
RAFAEL WAS HAPPY TO see Kara when we got there.
“How’s my favorite model? Did you see that our travel ad is starting to be shown on TV?”
Kara had done a commercial for tourism to the south of France. It was currently playing in Europe. Kara had told me that today’s client had rushed to have the commercial shot to take advantage of her popularity. The company was Culotté, who sold undergarments for men and women.
Kara smiled.
“Yes, they’re pleased with our work on that one. Tell David your idea for today,” Kara said, getting excited.
“Better yet, let me show him,” Rafael said, motioning us to a monitor. “This is a mock-up of what we sold the client.”
He hit play. The scene was black and then the Culotté logo appeared. In the background, an organ and drum began playing a mid-tempo song. A very pretty voice started singing in French. The images were all in black and white. The effect was eye-catching.
“Of course you two will be moving,” Rafael told us as the stills flashed of a man and woman in different underwear.
The overall concept was stunning. It was so different from what was on TV right now that it just drew me in. If Rafael pulled this off, it would be a hit. They both watched me as my smile got bigger and bigger.
“Yes! He gets it!” Rafael exclaimed.
“Yes, I do. This is going to be so cool,” I said.
Rafael had a detailed shot list. For a ninety-second commercial, we had twenty-eight shots on the storyboard. The plan was to shoot them all today, then come back tomorrow and fix anything that didn’t work. Rafael sent us to makeup to get ready.
The makeup for this shoot was very funky. It was all black, white or gray tones. We looked like we were being made up as zombies for Halloween. Kara was in the other chair getting black lipstick put on.
“Nice look,” I teased her.
“Wait until you see what it looks like on black and white film. It’ll jump off the screen. They’re making it so it’s all about contrasts. It’s surprisingly much harder to get our makeup right when doing black and white. They just don’t get the chance to practice doing it very much.”
There were five other makeup artists who watched us get ready. Once the gals that were working on us were done, they had us stand up. The other artists slowly walked around us and pointed out imperfections. I felt like a sculpture in an art class and they were appraising me. We were soon back in our chairs, ‘getting fixed.’
Kara explained that the extra makeup people were in the business but wanted to see it done. Throughout the day, they seemed to switch off so they could try their hands at it.
When we were ready, Rafael set us up for the first shot. I had on boxers and a silk robe that just came down to my waist. They had me face away and moved me close to the camera. The angle made it look like you were looking over my shoulder. Kara had on a matching bra-and-panty set with a silk robe. She did several sexy moves as she opened the robe. The camera angle made it look like I was watching her as she teased me. On playback, I was slightly out of focus, so Kara was the center of attention.