Why, Mazie of course!

Huh.

Alara hadn't honestly been expecting that.

Mazie was... well, bless her heart, but there was a reason she had to rely on other methods of getting guys to notice her. Beyond her sheer size, there wasn't much about her that stood out in a crowd.

But it quickly became apparent what was happening here when she wound back the tape on the conversation. He'd mentioned "contrast". In terms of contrast, or at least in terms of what men could see at a glance, her and Mazie were night and day. The fact they knew each other already couldn't have been something he'd known ahead of time, so it was pure coincidence they'd be working together "modelling", whatever exactly he meant by that.

"Alright. You, and uh..." the man gestured vaguely at Mazie. "You too. Got anything important today?"

Mazie shook her head immediately. She'd never really cared much about lectures, and also had apparently forgotten her initial theory of Alara getting some pretty quickly. Either that or she just didn't care if she'd have to share. "Nope! Where are we going?"

"Back inside. I'm freezing my dick off out here." And without further ceremony, the man reached out his other hand to grab Mazie by the collar of her shirt, and pulled her into the building along with Alara. They walked past the security guard without issue and got into a rickety elevator, one he keyed the number for a very high floor into before they set off.

"So... what are we doing?" The question was directed at the man, again. Of course Alara had also asked the same question, but coming from Mazie it felt very... blunt.

Thankfully, the man continued not to notice or care. "Well, let's see. Script got approved, so I guess I'll just need you guys for some kissing, heavy petting, fingering, oral, and scissoring to finish things off. Should have the sketches done by the end of the day if we order food in. Sound good to you?"

Mazie was nodding, but Alara felt like she'd just been punched. Her head swam with sudden lurid images. When he'd said modelling, she'd never imagined... that is to say, she'd assumed it was a byword for sex. With him! Sex with a man. This was something entirely different. Alara wasn't... she'd never... she knew that some women worked in "crashes" of two or more to secure a man, but she'd never imagined it went this far.

Sex with Mazie. Not just pushing up against each other to entertain a man or flirting back and forth for the sake of a joke. Actual penetrative orgasmic sex.

Alara wasn't sure she was ready for this, or if she would have agreed to it if she'd known what she was getting into. But in her haze, they'd already left the elevator, and were now standing outside the man's apartment.

David surveyed the room. It was as messy as it had been last night, with scattered takeout boxes on the tables and articles of women's clothing hanging off every surface. It was a nice apartment, or at least it had been when he'd moved in: being a man meant his income was supplemented and his rent was reduced to the point he could live in a mansion if he wanted to. But he'd tried that once or twice after hooking up with rich chicks, and it had never suited him.

He always did his best work in familiar conditions, and he'd been living in the inner city since before the cataclysm. Places like this suited him.

"Alright, let's get on with it." He flicked on the internal heating as he pulled on a fluffy bathrobe: for all that a cold room helped keep model's looking aroused, they couldn't hold a pose if they were busy shivering, and with the scenes he was planning he couldn't afford to have them bundled up. "Either of you hungry? Thirsty?"

The fat one perked up and immediately went for the fridge. Strange girl. Not that he minded much, he wasn't bringing her up here for her sparkling personality. He turned his gaze to the alt-girl, who only shook her head. She looked so nervous that for a moment David considered she might not be consenting to this.

Shit. It had been years since he'd run into that kind of issue. What were you even supposed to do in a situation like this?

Thankfully, as he tried and failed to recall some half-remembered lessons from a pre-cataclysm sex ed class in high school, the fat one solved the issue for him. "You alright, Alara? You look kind of off."

Alara, as she was apparently called, snapped out of it. "No! No. Everything's fine, Mazie. I'm fine. I'm not hungry, so I'll just..."

She grabbed hold of the underside of her sheer shirt, and looked at David for approval. Even if she was pushing past discomfort, that was enough for him. He motioned for her to get a move on, and she drew her top over her head in one smooth motion. She had an intricate black bra on, which was another relic in the modern day, but she undid that too in short order and David realized it had been meant to provide support. Without the fabric in the way, her tits drooped downwards, small handfuls of fat with puffy nipples.

Sure, they weren't going on any magazine covers. But David didn't mind. Variety was the spice of life and all that. He gave an approving thumbs up, which seemed to give her a burst of confidence until he motioned for her bottoms to come off as well.

As she began to shimmy out of her skirt he turned to the fat one. Mazie! That was right. She was busy slathering peanut butter and jam on white bread, not seeming to notice as he walked up beside her and slipped a hand down her top. "Impressive size. Are these authentic?"

She nodded her head as she finished off her sandwich, squishing the two halves together as he squeezed at her tit. "Yup. Good food and good living. Like what you see?"

"Eh," he answered honestly. "I've seen bigger. But they'll work well enough. Anyway, I don't have all day. Finish eating, then strip. We have work to do."

In another strange display of defiance, Mazie chose to do both at once, sticking half the sandwich in her mouth and chewing unaided as she used both hands to pull her top off, having more difficulty peeling the clinging fabric off her arms than pulling it past the swell of her chest. Next came her jeans, which she unbottoned with one hand as she finished shovelling the sandwich into her mouth with the other. Two popped buttons and an undone zipper revealed faded briefs with curls of dark hair peaking over the brim, and as she chewed down the last few crumbs of PB&J she stepped out of her underwear to reveal thick thighs pressing together to push forward lips covered by a dark bush.

She noticed his staring and leaned back on the counter while spreading her legs, presenting her chest as well by arching forward subtly. For all she was an odd dock, she at least understood the basic rules of appealing to the male gaze. "This work for you?"

He stroked his chin. "Maybe. The pubic hair might have to go, though. Could hide too much in the later scenes."

If that bothered her at all, she didn't show it. Women's own preferences about their body were ultimately secondary to the approval of men. "Do I have to do that right away, though? I thought you said we had some kissing to do first?"

Ultimately, that was the question. Long experience had taught him he didn't need to draw scenes in a specific chronological order, so he really could do this in whatever sequence he wanted to. Mazie was ready, and Alara was probably naked by now as well. All he really had to do was pick up a pencil and sketchpad, find a clear spot for them to pose, and get started.

But where exactly to start?