Modeling

Despite her bombshell appearance, Tifa really wasn't a very sexual woman. She might let her hands wander in the shower after a long day, or have a few lewd daydreams while serving up drinks. But she didn't even own a proper sex toy!

So needless to say, she'd underestimated the power of a gentle paint brush.

"Hold still, girl!" Jessie reminded her yet again. "We need to finish this before the bar opens, and I really don't think you want me to rush."

"It's just..." Tifa clenched her fists and kept her mouth shut, opting to fight back any noises than to explain herself. They'd painted her back and arms, mimicking her white top and black sports bra. That was easy. Kinda fun, even! But this was quickly growing to be too much.

Jessie held one of her huge breasts, dutifully painting every inch that she could reach. This wasn't a quick process, especially if they wanted it to be convincing-- But as that little brush stimulated her nipples again and again, hiding them under layers of white paint, Tifa couldn't help but feel like her friend was enjoying this.

Not a spot was missed. A nice, even coating, on each breast, her cleavage, her sides-- Jessie even lifted to her tit to get the undersides! It was like... A pleasurable form of torture. One that left Tifa panting.

"Okay. We're done, right? Wow. That was... Almost overwhelming." Tifa breathed. Looking in the mirror, it did look good! Convincing, if you didn't look too hard.

"I mean... We're done with the easy part." Jessie laughed sheepishly, gesturing toward Tifa's lower half. In all the breast stimulation, she'd almost forgotten. Only halfway done, and Jessie herself was already a mess! Paint decorated her hands, her face, bits of her chest...

She'd stripped down to her little red thong, so as not to get her uniform too messy.

"Oh, man. I-- I don't know if I can handle this..." Tifa swallowed. Just her private parts in view of Jessie was embarrassing! But this, and what it would entail? She was absolutely rigid! Jessie merely placed her hands on her hips.

"Oh, so do you have some pants laying around that you forgot to mention? We can't just leave the job half done! Trust me, I get it. I think we're gonna be... Really close after all this." Jessie blushed. Clearly, she hadn't expected this idea to be so intimate.

"Let's just get this done, make it look good, and we don't ever have to bring this up again! But I expect free beer tonight. And... Maybe for the rest of the year."

Tifa bit her bottom lip. True enough, she didn't have any alternatives at this point. And she did appreciate Jessie's help! Despite beginning to question this plan as a whole. She took a few deep breaths, then stood up and parted her legs. "Okay. You're right. No need to get shy now--"

A declaration that immediately fell flat as Jessie got onto her knees, face mere inches from her vulva, and started painting the area black to match her once-favorite mini-skirt...