TGI FRIDAY

Hi all,
I finally broke my writers block for a brief moment..


These are the Results.. Slightly NSFW




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What the hell was I thinking? My current situation consists of me being naked from the waist down with my feet in stirrups. I look over at Jennifer who is in the exact same position. Thank god for these cold white sheets covering our exposed southern hemispheres or this could be awkward.

What am I saying? This is already awkward.

“Can I ask why your first thought was to get molds of our vagina’s done when you arrived in Vegas?” Peering around the makeshift partition I make eye contact with Jen, which only makes this all the more weird.

“Why the hell not? You only live once.” She shrugs, I think, going back to texting away on her phone.

The Artist walks into the room and my jaw drops. Here I was expecting a doctor type. However, this young man is anything but. I can tell by the smirk on his face he is enjoying his job at this moment, as his eyes skim over Jennifer’s perfect form.  I inwardly cringe at the fact that I may not have payed enough attention to my lady bits as I should have in the shower this morning.  Suddenly I am having stage fright. This would be so much easier if this dude didn’t look like Jared  Leto’s clone. I wonder if I can talk him into putting on some coke bottle glasses and a lab coat so I can at least hold the pretense that he is a lady doctor.

Mr. perfect  saddles up at the end of my table and places his frigid hand on my foot. Flinching from the sudden contact I clamp my thighs together and roll them to the side so I can see him better. His big blue eyes look slightly bloodshot, and his full lips are framed by a sharply angled stubbled jaw.  Well, fuck, I guess he is going to find out exactly how hot I think he is in a few minutes. Going to be hard to hide the slip and slide that is my labia when he has a front row seat.

I glance at Jen, who hasn’t even looked at our tortured artist yet, and clear my throat. The shock and embarrassment plain on my face, she crooks an eyebrow at me. “ Is he hot” She mouths at me, then giggles when my eyes almost bug out of my head.

“Welcome Ladies.”  The Leto clone says in a voice almost as silky as the one that belongs to the man who’s face he stole. “I am Kade, and I will be assisting with your molds today.”

The partition between Jen and I is shoved so hard I am afraid it is going to topple. When Jen’s eye’s find  their target, her Jaw drops, just before a huge grin spreads across her face.  “I can think of a few other things you could assist me with.” Jen purrs in her sultry man killer voice.

Kade’s soft expression drops. I am sure this isn’t the first time he has been propositioned by a lady in his line of work. He quickly gathers himself, and a grin spreads across his face.  “Well, we usually only mold assholes at valentine’s day, but you are already here.”