Not quite. Fyre appears!

The two friends try their best to be as inconspicious as possible once they enter the club. Unluckily for them, Fyre, as the predator she is, easily manages to spot the two in the sparse crowd. Like a hawk the hippie approaches the two, sinking her claws into them.

- No way! You dweebs actually came?

Mia immediately bites back. Her usual protective instinct kicking in.
- Shut it Fyre. We're here of our own accord and not because you asked us to.
The hippie shrugged with a teasing smirk.
- Riiiight...I suppose its not surprising you lesbos wanted to see some naked girls for free huh?

Mia rolled her eyes, and right as she was about to respond Natalie suddenly spoke up with surprising conviction, cutting her off completely.
- Actually I'm going to be modelling.

Fyre's eyes went wide with surprise. She couldn't believe what she was hearing.
- What. You? You know I was joking last week about that? Right?
- Well I'm not joking. I'm going to do it. Like Mia said. Because I want to, and not because of anything you said or did.

Fyre blinked, unsure how to respond. Natalie seized the moment to simply walk past her, not even looking behind herself to check if Mia was following along. Mia stood stunned for a moment herself, needing to take a couple of quick steps to catch up to Natalie as they headed deeper into the club. Behind them Fyre could be heard muttering something to herself.

- Way to go Nat. Thats how you deal with girls like her.
Fuck. Seeing Natalie like this was so hot. She couldn't shake that thought out of her head. She could listen to Natalie commanding her all night. Preferably with her breasts firmly planted in Mia's face.

- Yeah well...its not over yet. Time to actually put my money where my mouth is.

The wait was excruciating. Mia had signed up herself and paid the fee for a canvas and some paint. Standing in the brightly lit room holding her brush was the most anxious she had ever felt. Any second she knew Natalie could come in. Nude. What if something happened whilst Nat was preparing herself? What if Fyre was about to fuck this up somehow? A million questions spun in her brain. She wanted-...no NEEDED this so badly. To gaze upon them one more time. Like an addict she had herself convinced that simply one more time would be enough to last her the rest of her life. So why was it taken so goddamn long? As she was shifting in her spot she looked around the room. She didn't recognize anyone, except Fyre of course, who was two painters away on her right. Not close enough to talk to each other, but close enough to send daggers with their eyes at each other. In the middle of a short staring contest with the hippie a pair of curtains at the far end of the room suddenly open up.

The sound of bare feet on the linoleum floor was the first thing Mia noticed. Until she saw a petite caucasian with long auburn hair walk into the room with a somehwhat confident stride. She is draped in some sort of silken cape. completely covering her body except for her legs and face. Behind her follows the organizer of the establishment. A middle aged woman who looked to be of persian descent. Natalie took a seat on a wooden stool that was placed in the middle of the room. Still draping herself in silk. Mia felt her heart beat so fast. She was looking around at the others. None of them knew what they were missing out on. But soon. Soon they would understand the object of her new obsession.

- Welcome everyone. Natalie here is doing this for the first time, so please be extra nice. She's also begged us to round up all the paintings afterwards, so make sure you don't accidentally bring the canvas with you when you leave. Remember that this establishment is built on mutual trust and respect. This is an artistic exercise, nothing more or less.

The woman turns to Natalie with a smile.
- Whenever you're ready.

Fuck it was happening. Fuckfuckfuckfuck. Natalies breasts. So close. Mia felt like she was hit with a flashbang as her friend shyly let the silken cover fall off of her shoulders to reveal her nude form. She was sitting with one leg crossed over the other, conceiling her nethers. But that obviously didn't matter. Because Mia knew that all that mattered was her friends bosom. The pasty white skin wrapped around Natalies flesh. Her nipples were slightly hard. Poking upwards. As the instant ecstacy of gazing upon Natalies breasts filled Mias mind, she noticed that her friend looked slightly larger than last time. Before she was unsure whether Natalie was a B or C-cup. Now she was sure that Natalie was a generous C-cup. Perhaps even a D-cup on a good day. Either way the size didn't really matter much. What mattered was their erotic beauty. Time seemed to grind to a halt. Yet at the same time it passed too quickly. Before she knew it the instructor stepped in and begged everyone to stop.

- Our hour is up. Thank you Natalie. You've been a great subject. Also...I must say. Your breasts are excquisite. Truly a marvel of art in of themselves.

Natalie had let her gaze wander during the entire hour. At first she wanted to crawl into her own skin and disappear, blushing profusely. But as time went she relaxed, much like when she had practiced with Mia. In fact as time went she started kind of enjoying the attention, much like she had theorized earlier. She looked at everyone painting her. The strangers, Fyre, Mia. Each and every one of them had this strange hunger in their looks. Even the instructor looked at her in that way. Was that normal? She couldn't really tell. But honestly it felt amazing to be desired by everyone else in the room. She turns to face the persian woman with a smile as she leans down and grabs the silken cover, wrapping it around her body.

- Uhh...thanks? I guess. They're all natural I suppose...
- And Natural beauty is the best beauty! don't you all agree?

Everyone in the room nodded, entranced, yet slightly confused as they shook their heads. Whatever spell that was holding them being momentarily broken from Natalie covering herself. That was until one of the strangers spoke up.

- You sure we can't keep the canvasses? I was really happy with mine! I'd honestly love to hang it in my studio apartment.
The instructor interjects before turning to Natalie.
- Of course not. Unless Natalie has changed her mind?

The horse girl ponders for a second or two, but eventually shakes her head. Even if the thought of someone hanging her image on a wall was a little exciting she'd never hear the end of it from her parents if they ever saw what was basically pornography of her out in the wild.
- No...sorry. Maybe next time?
She tried to bargain, like usual.

- You heard her. Everyone leave your canvas and exit by the back. There is some coffee and complementary snacks before you leave.

Mia took one last look at her canvas, she was proud of her creation. She had captured all of the beauty of her friend. That is her breasts of course. She had somehow done a better job than last time, despite not even really remembering having painted much at all. All she remembered was staring at Natalies lovely tits. Fuck they were just so good. The way they just hung there, in the air, unprotected, free. At some point Mia had given up on trying to hide her arousal. She was surprised nobody noticed how wet she was. At the end of the session she could have probably wrung her panties out and filled a small cup with her juices.

Despite this her creation was clearly amateur. Having glanced at the others occasionally during the hour, she noticed the amount of detail her neighbours had managed to catch. As she turned around and was coralled away by the instructor along with the other participants. Shit. She needed to break off and find a way to access the canvases on her won. At least she didn't see Fyre anywhere, being annoying as usual.