Fire and ice.

The exhibit room is a huge rounded space, the walls normally an eggshell white, currently draped in dark curtains between the artworks. There's a few raised platforms around the room, on each a pair or threesome of bodies, tastefully nude, leather and lace and oil and sweat, the models already getting worked over by doms and dommes, each platform flanked by the artist's works. Nick restrains the urge to go looking for Tommy right away; instead, he lets May take his arm and stroll with him to the left of the auditorium. He can remember her smell, leather and latex, and the musky scent of her sex, from that night at the hotel. Her grip is firm but relaxed, her manner just shy of commanding. As they approach the first painting, she leans close to him, her pert breasts rubbing against his sleeve as she whispers into his ear. "There's no hurry, Nick," she says, her breath tickling his ear. "We have all night. Let the anticipation build. It will make the climax so much more satisfying."

The very first picture he sees sets the tone for the rest. Done in black and white, it's a pair of figures, entwined, wired together with clips to their ring piercings, the male figure with six large rings set through the underside of his shaft, the wires weaving in and out, circling around beneath him, up the back side of his ass, his back to the woman. The wires pass under her crack and up her slit through a ring piercing her clit, then on up around and around her body to pass through nipple rings and up to her outstretched tongue. Their bodies are contorted, a mixture of intimate and agonized. Behind him, Nick hears Elaine breath in deeply, aroused. He can also feel May's body pressed against him, her gaze passing over the lines of the drawing, discerning, approving.

"Danyl does some amazing work when xer mood is right," May murmurs. "Xe draws from live models, did you know?"

"I think I recognize the male figure," Jefferson answers, pointing politely to the raised stage by the painting. There, a lithe brunette is partially suspended by cables running along her waist, her legs lowered to touch the stage, her arms above her head, a ball gag sticking out of her mouth, drool on her chin, her back painfully arched up toward the ceiling, her hair dangling down. The dom onstage with her is definitely the man from the first painting; he's wearing nothing but a pair of leather pants, his entire upper body tattooed and oiled, a large vibe in his hand, running back and forth between the woman's swollen pussy lips. She's already wet enough to drip; Nick feels himself getting hard, feels May press even closer to him.

"Now this is interesting," Amari says, the girls on his arms. They've stepped to the next painting, again black and white, but with touches of red splashed here and there. It's an illustration of a statuesque woman, a tight black corset wrapped around her, her legs spread as she stands tall, her pussy lips spread open, piercings along them, two barbells in her nipples, her mouth open as she licks her lips, a rose gripped tightly in her hand, small reddish scrapes from the thorns along her thighs. "What do you think, ladies?" Amari asks the two escorts, and they both smile.

"A little too hard for me," JoJo says, shaking her head. "I draw the line at blood play."

"She doesn't," the other escort says, pointing to the next stage, where that model is writhing on the floor, another girl intertwined with her. The two are wrapped in small wire, little prickles on the lines so that, as the two women move against each other, the barbs scrape and prickle their skin. It's mild enough that they're not relly getting hurt, but they definitely can feel it. Underneath them, a red sheet is turning darker as their sweat and juices trickle down onto it; Nick realizes the two women are both mounted on a double-ended vibe inside their pussies. Standing almost within range to touch them, he can hear both girls letting out low moans.

May's hand slides down along his trouser leg, lightly touching him. When she pulls her hand back up and away from him, it's the same way she would move to tug his cock, and she knows he can tell. He looks to her, and she smiles, serene, pretending everything is normal. They step to the next display, a cast brass statue of a man leaned back, his erection pointing to the sky and dripping small silver drops of pre-cum in rivulets down over his swollen balls, down between his thighs and over his spread ass cheeks, where it suddenly morphs into a thick silver cock, slid deep into the red-gold ring of his ass. "Oh, dear me," Chandran says softly, his face flushed. He leans in close, inspecting the veins and bulges of the sculpture. "Very detailed."

JoJo smiles. "I happen to know Danyl's model for this one. The details are lifelike."

Chandran smiles broadly. "I should meet this model," he jokes, and everyone laughs. They look at the following stage, where a young muscular twink is bent over double, his arms tied back with bright red ropes so that he's bent over and open, his ass spread. Behind him, hilted all the way in his ass, another young man, slathered in oil, is tied to the first guy's backside so that the two of them can't move without the top fucking the bottom. Both are breathing heavily, the bottom's eyes rolled back in his head as he whimpers and tries to find a way to get a little more friction. His cock is dripping onto the stage, the man behind him grunting in frustrated desire, his own cum leaking slowly down the crack of the bent over man's tanned and slippery ass.

The displays continue, each one alternating with stages, the themes of the artworks and the live models all about bondage, submission, torment and release. May stops at one picture, a vibrant oil painting, the only full colour painting in the room. It's a flaming figure, a mix of man and woman, breasts and pussy and cock, a sacred androgyne, formed of living fire in gold and scarlet, but also of bright blue and white ice, a work of both desire and denial. Xe is breath-taking, aroused, demanding. Everyone stops there to study it, and Amari breaths out, impressed. "My own sexuality is oriented only toward females, but I can see in this why other options exist. She is beautiful, and both masculine and feminine at the same time."

"It's called 'Fire and Ice,'" someone says quietly, and they turn to see the artist xerself approaching. Xe is dressed casually, a loose-fitting blue top with red trim, light grey slacks, elegant black heels. Xer make-up is minimal, but tasteful, xer hand holding a wine glass.

May smiles, and leans forward, kisses Danyl's cheek. "It's so good to see you, darling," she says. "My friends are very impressed."

"You've outdone yourself this time," Elaine agrees. "The entire show is fabulous."

Danyl shrugs, then smiles self-consciously. "We do what we can."

"You do it very well," Nick says, turning back to look at the painting again, taking it in.

"Mmm," Danyl hums, then nods at the compliment. "My thanks. I don't believe we've met."

"Nickolas Aden," he says, smiling.

Danyl looks at May's hand holding Nick's arm, and then to May. "We are?"

"Friends," May says. "Very close friends. Nick is actually here to support his girlfriend, my apprentice, Tommy."

"Ah," Danyl exclaims, a look of pleasure on xer face. "The very pretty little blonde who's currently beating the tears out of Barron?"

"The same," Nick laughs. He looks at May, faking a jealous frown. "You didn't tell me she was working with Barron. Should I be worried?"

"Not as long as you keep Tommy happy and satisfied," May murmurs.

"He does," Tommy chirps, walking up from the crowd. She's flushed and sweaty, her leather top open to allow her to cool off. "It's our break time, Mistress May. I snet Barron to go clean off a little before we start again. I may have overdone it a little. He sort of...came. Three times."

May laughs, a silvery tone. "Oh, you are quite the handful, Tommy, darling."

"Just about a handful," Tommy jokes, and slips into Nick's arms. He can feel her hardness against his thigh, and her hands go straight to his back, pulling him against her body. "We don't have to be back to the floor for another thirty minutes," she whispers, and grinds her hips into him.

As the others smile knowingly, May takes Tommy's arm and nods. "Excuse me, my friends," she says to her guests. "It seems my apprentice would like a quick private lesson. I'll meet back up with you in a few minutes."

"Just a few minutes?" Chandran chuckles. "Are you sure you're doing it right?"

May guides Nick and Tommy to a side door, and then down a hallway toward an office. Tommy is giggling, excited, her hand already rubbing at Nick's erection, which is straining against his pant. "There's no time to be artsy, my dears," May says as she opens the door.

Nick takes her at her word, shoving her in and pulling Tommy in as well. There's a desk and some chairs, but Nick doesn't have time to figure out what else is there; Tommy drops straight to her knees at his waist, hurriedly unbuckling him as he pushes May back and lifts her onto the desk. She helps pull Nick's slacks down as Tommy fishes his hard-on out of his underwear and sucks him into her throat like a starving woman. Hefting May's legs up so her dress slides down, Nick groans, feeling his shaft sinking into Tommy's hot little mouth. He grabs May's panties, which are soaking wet, and tears them off her roughly, making her moan. He runs his fingers along the lips of her cunt, then slides two fingers into her, curving them up into her pussy, rubbing at her g-spot. With his free hand, he pulls Tommy's hair, taking her away from his cock, and she pouts as he uses her hair to tug her up onto her feet. Before she can speak, he kisses her hungrily, their lips mashed together, tongues seeking each other. May is rubbing her clit, watching them, and then Nick spins Tommy and forces her down over May's body, positioning Tommy between May's long stocking-wrapped legs. Tommy pushes her face down into May's pussy, tongue flicking across May's slit. Nick uses Tommy's own spit as lube, rubbing the head of his cock against Tommy's tight little ashole. Bending down over her, he spreads her ass with his hands, running his tongue along the little rosebud, rimming her and getting her nice and slick. Tommy squeals as he slips a fingertip into her, easing her open. May sits up enough to grab Tommy's waist, pulling the blonde up between her hips, guiding Tommy's stiffness in between May's red cunny lips. As she pulls Tommy into her, Nick pushes in close behind his lover, entering her from behind. In seconds, they have a tempo, each thrust by Nick fucking Tommy deeper and deeper into May's tight pussy. It's a sign of how worked up they all are that within moments May is shuddering and crying out, beginning to cum hard, grasping at Tommy's hips, showering her face with kisses, whispering her name, over and over as May rides a constant stream of orgasms. Tommy writhes between them both, then calls out Nick's name, spasming around him as she milks him with her ass, coaxing them both over the edge. Her head back so he can kiss her deeply, Tommy sighs and then moans joyously, emptying herself into May's pussy as Nick goes all the way into her and his own cum begins pulsing out into his lover's tightness and heat.