Skip the shower, get to the details.

I got out of the shower feeling much better, the warm water soothing my aching body. I was surprised at how well the body paint had held up. I returned to the kitchen to see Miranda bent over the island counter with Mark behind her, slowly fucking her.

Chantel was half watching as she dished out a couple of plates of eggs. “So, what’s this plan?” I asked.

Miranda moaned, “Well, Chantel is joining us and is happy to do jobs with an escort or on her own.”

Chantel nodded, “A few animals may be a bit harder for me to dress up as with my dark skin, but we can figure out something,” she said.

“And we have a booking for tonight,” Mark said, “less pay, but less effort.”

I started slightly, “What’s the gig?”

Chantel smiled, “Waitresses at a bucks night. Bride-to-be said strictly no sex, but she wanted to titillate her groom, so she booked all three of us to be painted up and serve drinks for four hours.”

“Just serving drinks, naked, painted up as animals?” I checked.

Chantel nodded, “Yep, so Miranda, when she is done with Mark, will paint me up as well. An oryx.”

“Can we get horns and hooves in time?” I asked. Chantel bit her lip, and Mark and Miranda laughed, “What? What is it?”

I heard Mark groaning and knew he was cumming in our resident giraffe as Chantel confessed, “I might already have some, but they go with a suit, so they might need some modifying.”

As Miranda and Mark were panting, Miranda said, “Our new recruit is a closet furry.”

I looked at Chantel, who shrugged, “So sue me, you like getting dressed up as animals and fucked? I just, kind of have an Only fans page as an oryx.”

I laughed, “You’re serious? So, we pick up your outfit and make you an oryx.”

Chantel bit her lip again, “Umm, I was hoping we could also add some rubber to my hand hooves.”

I blinked, “You have hand hooves and hooves for your feet?”

“You have no idea how sexy I look pressing my hooves to my naked tits. Also, I may have suggested to my fans that I might have some other friends who will make a guest appearance on my page,” she finished.

I smiled, “Doing what?”

Chantel shrugged, “Well, to date, I have only posted nude and semi-nude pics and vids. But if you want to hoof me, they will like it.”

I laughed again, “Hoof you? Is that like fist you?” She nodded as I turned to look at Miranda and Mark, “Did you show her the toys?” I asked.

Mark shook his head, and I quickly grabbed Chantel’s hand, dragging her in the direction of the bedroom. “What kind of toys?” she asked as I led her there, our breakfast forgotten.

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