Morgan meets Sabina

Sandy made sure to clear my schedule so my lunch break could be twice as long. I considered inviting her, but I'm not quite sure our tastes in art line up. A shame really, because she would make for an absolutely gorgeous model.

When the time comes, I make my way to the Eros Gallery. I descend the stairs, where I find myself among a few people in the gallery. Much like me, they have no idea what they're in for but for their sake, I hope they stick around to see the show.

I enter a side room. There, I find Iris waiting with a young female model. The model is shorter than me and had a similar build to mine; slim, small-chested, with child-bearing hips. Her skin is an apricot color and her black hair is a wild, wavy, shoulder length mess that looks unable to be contained by any hood. Right now, the model wears a silk robe, but if last week is anything to go by, it won't remain for much longer.

Iris greets me with a smile as she toys with the camera hanging around her neck. She didn't have one last time, but maybe she's decided to capture every moment. She's certainly got a photogenic model.

"Hello again Morgan." Iris says.

"Hey. So this is our model?"

"Indeed. This is Sabina."

"Hey." She says, speaking in accented English. Middle Eastern if I have to guess.

We shake hands. "A pleasure to meet you, Sabina."

"Likewise."

"So, are you excited for today?"

"About as much as I am nervous."

"You have nothing to worry about. I'm sure people will appreciate the show."

Sabina lets out a sigh. "Right."

"You about ready?" Iris says,

"As ready as I'll ever be."

I couldn't help but watch Sabina as she shed her robe. She's gonna have to get used to people watching her naked anyway, so why not start now? Her perky breasts come to view. Soon enough, her wild, unshaven bush comes into view. The dress falls to Sabina's feet, which makes the smile on my face grow. That smile seems to summon some confidence from Sabina, who twirls around to give me a view of her round ass. My hand twitches at the thought of squeezing that plump rump of hers, but I keep my hands to myself.

"What do you think, Morgan?"

"I think everyone in the gallery is in for a great show."

"Absolutely. There's just one more thing, isn't there Sabina?"

"There sure is."

I raise an eyebrow. "And what's that?"