The three of you enter the cool dim shop, and it takes a little while for your eyes to adjust from the bright sunlight. The shop is crammed with weird, crappy looking sculptures, amateur looking paintings and other less identifiable objects d'art.
Behind the counter lounges a thin, slightly scruffy looking woman, with dark tangled hair tied up in a loose shapeless mass on the top of her head. She's wearing a stained white tank top that's too big for her, showing off a generous amount of tanned cleavage - her boobs are very large for a girl as skinny as she is. She's far from pretty - her jaw is too strong, her nose too pointy - but she's definetly *sexy*, louging around with a confident calmness, green eyes sparkling.
"Wotcha Sherry, Hailee. Who's the stud?"
"Hi Tracy. He's just arrived in town, we're showing him around. We thought you might like to do one of your paintings with him," says Hailee.
Tracy laughs.
"Sure, why the fuck not. You hold him, okay?"
Hailee steps smartly behind you and gets you in an armlock. She's a big strong girl and knows what she's doing - you know better than to struggle.
"Hey, what're you doing?" you snap.
"Chill out, you'll like this." she laughs in your ear.
"Yeah, it's okay," says Shelly, reassuringly.
Tracy has been rummaging around and has set up a blank canvas on an easel in front of you, and grabbed a tiny tin of paint and a plastic syringe, not the sort with a needle, the sort you'd use to baste a turkey or squeeze out icing. She stands in front of you, grinning, and grabs your cock.
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