I stay like that for the rest of the gallery event.

Because you haven't been told otherwise, you stay like that, naked, with a hard penis (that eventually fades), for the rest of the party.

People take selfies with you. Your naked body will be all over social media, sometimes with your member fuzzed out. Sometimes not.

Eventually, the event is over. The paintings are all sold (most at many multiplies of their appraised value). Alistair and Yoko Ono come over to you.

"You were magnificent, my dear," Yoko says, pulling you into a hug. She is warm and her clothing feels wonderful as you are wrapped in her arms.

"Thank you, Ms. Ono," you say. 'This is the woman who married John Lennon,' you think to yourself. You realize that you are now a part of art history.

Yoko leaves with her bodyguard / chauffeur and you are led by Alistair, still fully naked, out to a limo. An assistant stays behind to lock up.

"This is Benny," says Alistair.

It's the smug, arrogant man from before who first cut out the hole from the dress shirt and exposed your bra.

"Pleasure," says Benny, looking at you with disdain. You shake his limp, uncaring hand.

"Benny and I are going to take you home with us and fuck you," Alistair says, as if it were nothing.

"Wasn't Yoko incredible?" asks Benny. And the two of them chatter away about the evening, leaving you entirely out of the conversation.

And still you are naked, your skin uncomfortable and sticky on the leather seats of the limo, your nipples pert and tingling, and your penis hard.

Why is your penis hard again?

That evening, after a group shower, you are sandwiched between Benny and Alistair as they take turns fucking you in the ass. Both of their cocks are perfectly proportioned for ass-fucking: Long and thin. You feel Alistair's well-lubricated rod slide past your sphincter, the head probing the depths of your bottom as you face Benny. He holds your face in his hands and aggressively kisses you, his tongue thrust down your throat, then comes up for air and bites your lips and tongue."You like this treatment, don't you?" he asks.

You just whimper. Meanwhile, Alistair is picking up speed.

You feel your naked penis battling with Benny's, as if it were a fleshy sword fight, the two rods sliding up against and across each other, a fight which Benny is clearly winning.

"You want to be our submissive bitch, don't you?" Benny asks, kissing you again.

You are almost there. You feel your orgasm coming as Alistair starts thrusting deep into your bottom. Alistair reaches around you from behind and grasps your breasts, roughly groping them and pinching your nipples.

"Cum for me, bitch," Benny says, in your ear. "Shoot your seed."

You cry out and your penis spurts its pleasure, your sperm coating both Benny's member and your own as the two continue to press against each other.

You wake up in the master bedroom the next morning, alone.

You and the bed are both disgusting. Your ass is a slippery mess, and you are covered with cum.

'The whore of Babylon,' you think to yourself.

You drag yourself out of bed and into the elegantly appointed master bath where you have a shower and wash your hair.

Now dry and refreshed, you find a kimono robe in Alistair's closet and then find your way downstairs where you discover Benny and Alistair at the kitchen table, talking.

As soon as you enter, the conversation stops and they look at you.

"Jennifer," Alistair says. "Have a seat."

Nervously, you sit, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Benny and I have been talking, and we have a proposal for you. But before you accept, I must tell you something." He looks over at Benny, then back to you. "Benny is my husband. We are married."

"WHAT?" you say, shocked. "But then... April? Why did she set us up?"

"We just got married last week," Alistair shrugged. "I agreed to date you as a favor to April, I never thought it would go this far. But you have been... so much more delectable... more enticing... more..."

"Compliant?" suggests Benny.

"Submissive and agreeable," agrees Alistair, "than I expected. But more than all that, you are a treasure. And your body is a work of art. I know it must have been expensive, and I cherish, expensive, beautiful things. But whereas I would be happy to marry you so that we can have a gay, plural marriage, Benny is a bit more old fashioned--"

Benny snorts.

"--and I know from April that you are anxious to be married, but that is something which I can not do."

"He's mine," Benny clarifies.

"Oh, we'll see about that," Alistair jokes, smiling at him.

From this little exchange, you see that they have an honest love for each other.

"But I don't want to let you go," finishes Alistair. "And so, we are giving you a choice. You can leave, and we'll just be good friends from now on. Or..."

"Or what?" you ask.

"You can become our live-in, sissy maid."

You stare at them shocked. Alistair is eager. Benny is smug.

Do you dare? Become their sissy maid? But that would mean not getting married. That would mean missing out on half of the $1.2 billion dollar inheritance that was promised by the Hewitt estate.

And what would being a sissy maid be like? Living in this gorgeous Richard Neutra house, surrounded by gorgeous art work, cleaning up after Alistair's parties, being the subject of his performance art installations...