Working down the list.

"Alright, basic stuff here. Just feeling each other up, hands on hips and tits, that kind of thing."

David leaned back on the couch as the two women stood across from each other, hands hanging by their sides, uncertain what to do while posing naked. Well, the alt one was, at least. The fat one just looked like she was spacing out. He still wasn't sure what her deal is.

"Get to it."

Alara reached out and hesitantly grabbed hold of Mazie's tits as if weighing produce in a grocery store aisle. Utterly sexless, but her character was kind of inexperienced, so he could make it work. Mazie was waiting patiently for his signal.

He gave it, and without hesitation she reached out both hands and grabbed Alara by the ass before lifting her into the air. Alara had time for an alarmed squeak before she was suddenly crushed against Mazie's body, and within seconds the two were kissing again. David considered stopping them, but...

No. He could work with this. The scene had been pretty bland to begin with. After half a minute of sketching, he stood up and stretched.

"Alright, good. Going to get a few angles on this. Hold the pose."

Mazie briefly held Alara up with only one hand in order to flash him a thumbs up, managing to agree and ignore his instructions in one go. She never failed to surprise. Alara seemed to be mostly focused on hanging on for dear life, which in a happy accident caused her to hold Mazie far more enthusiastically than she had been moments ago.

It was nice how things just worked out sometimes.

---

"Alright, fingering. Obviously it's going to be you..." David gestured vaguely at Alara. "Doing it to you." He pointed emphatically at Mazie. "Legs spread, arms bent behind you. Look like you're enjoying it."

Alara shuffled forward. She'd never exactly handled this sort of equipment before. She didn't even have the excuse of masturbation most women could fall back on. At least she'd cut her nails recently. She leaned over to Mazie and whispered under her breath as the guy turned to a new page. "Sorry if I'm terrible at this."

Mazie snorted, looking utterly at ease even as she shifted her legs to more prominently expose herself. "Girl, you aren't going to be any worse than random guys on the street. It's fine. Just make it look good, alright?"

Right. Obviously. This was just a modelling job, although technically it was more of a modelling request-with-implied-sex-as-payment. The point remained. All this was just to help the guy get his sketches done, not for either of their sakes. Whether Mazie got off or not didn't matter.

Alara had to remember there wasn't anything sexual about this, and definitely nothing romantic. Just a job.

"Right, I'm ready. Go for it."

Alara closed her eyes and pressed her fingers forward. It wasn't like seeing would help considering how hairy she was, but it still took her some blind fumbling to find the right hole and press her fingers inwards. She was awarded with a small noise from Mazie, and wet warmth encircling her fingers as she began fingering her pussy.

Slowly, still utterly lost on if she was doing it right, Alara stroked her fingers back and forth inside Mazie as if she was scratching an itch. At the same time she began running her thumb across the outer lips of her classmate's cunt, searching for the clitoris. She knew there were jokes about it being hard to find, or at least there had been jokes back when men had occasionally bothered to, but she hadn't expected it to be this difficult.

Eventually, her finger hit a raised nub and Mazie bucked against her hand, and Alara was reasonably confident she'd found it.

She continued like that for a while, and all seemed to be going well until David spoke up again. "You're doing great taking it. Keep it up. But when I say look like you're enjoying it, I'm talking to you as well. Open your eyes and smile a bit."

Alara put on her best vacantly pleased and horny expression, opening her eyes in the process. She found Mazie looking at her rapt, mouth open and panting slightly as she rocked herself back and forth on Alara's fingers. Her eyes, normally either slightly crossed or outright hazy, were unusually clear as she stared at her classmate with rapt attention.

Either Mazie was good at acting, or...

Alara flinched, and did her best to just tune it out, even as she rested a hand on Mazie's thigh to steady herself while the other continued its fingering. This was just a job, it was just a job.

She had to remember that or else she was going to go insane.

---

"So what do you do for work?"

Alara cradled a cup of coffee as she sat at the bench. The guy had called a break, and had thrown a bathrobe at her by way of letting her cover up, but it was way too large on her and stank of old takeout and sweat. She almost would have preferred to stay naked like Mazie, who was gossiping with the guy during breaths taken between deepthroating him.

"Oh, this. Full time." The guy leaned back against the counter, sipping from his own mug as Mazie bobbed up and down on his length. "It's a living. Makes more money than you'd expect, at least. Not many artists still working in the field."

Mazie pulled away from his cock with tears in her eyes, breath coming in short gasps as she continued jerking him with one hand. "That's really interesting!" She spat on his cock, lathering the impromptu lube in with one hand while she tried her best to focus an unsteady gaze on him. "Do you like doing this?"

"I like doing what I'm good at." The guy frowned slightly as she kept looking at him, before grabbing a fist of her hair and pushing her back down on his cock. He fucked her face without so much as a tremor in his voice as he kept speaking. "I learned how to draw like this before everything went sideways, and there's not much point in reskilling now, is there? Might get in the way of knocking up as many women as I can. So yeah, I like doing this. More of a hobby than a living now, but still. It's what I do."

Alara spoke up hesitantly, not wanting to be unfriendly but also not really having anything to add. It was difficult to connect with a guy like this when you didn't have much in common. "You know, I hear some people say that this isn't really the world going sideways. More like... things going back to normal. The way they were always supposed to be."

The guy snorted. "That's just stupid, though. The world is crazy. Maybe people born into it don't realize, but all this is just mad. Are we going to keep it up once the cataclysm is fixed? Will it ever be fixed? Who knows? For the life of me I can't figure out who benefits from all this except for the men, and yet it's the women who keep it around. It's a mystery how they keep choosing living like this." He tilted his head to the side as if contemplating something. "Mind you, things used to be hard on them in different ways. Fears of **** and **** and social discrimination. I guess less men means less of those gender imbalance issues, or something. I don't know. There's a reason they didn't put me in charge. Anyway, what was I-"

He was cut off by the sudden sound of loud coughing as Mazie finally broke, tearing herself away from his cock and wheezing as oxygen returned to her lungs. The guy seemed to have forgotten about her, and looked appropriately apologetic. "I'm sorry about that, I didn't mean to-"

"It's fine, it's fine." Mazie waved him off, voice raspy. "Woo! Haven't gotten that close to passing out since pledge week. I'm out of practice. Let me go again, I'll hold on for longer this time."

"Well, we really should go back to drawing..." The guy shifted uncomfortably. Alara could see peaks of his hard cock over the countertop: with how turned on she was already, the sight of it nearly made her lick her lips. She really hoped she could get at least one round off this guy before she left.

Eventually, he relented. "Alright, fine. Only until I finish."

Mazie made a pleased noise before jerking him back to full hardness and beginning to suck again, **** him down to the base as her eyes rolled up into the back of her head.

Alara finished the last of her coffee and went back to the living room to wait.

---

"Ok, Oral. Mazie, you've shown you're good enough at it. Go down on, uh..." He waved vaguely at Alara. "Her."

Alara blinked. "Umm... shouldn't it be the other way around? Since she actually has... you know."

The guy waved her off. "Nah, it's all good. I can buff it over in the sketch. Most of it is just the way you two are posed, I don't really need a reference for the details. Practice makes perfect and all that."

Mazie winked at Alara before getting down on her arms and knees, tits billowing out as she nearly pressed her nose to the floor. Alara awkwardly spread spread her legs, hands braced against the carpet behind her.

"You girls are really getting into the flow of things. Don't even need to pose you now. Very lovey-dovey in this scene, you're trying to get her off more than you're trying to have a good time yourself. You know the drill. Go for it."

Mazie moved forward in a blink, and all of a sudden Alara's cock was in her mouth in it's entirety. Shaft, balls, everything down to the groin. Alara barely had time to react before Mazie began to suck, her whole mouth squeezing and pressing around her. Alara felt her arms go weak, and it was all she could do to hold herself up. This wasn't... nobody had ever...

Oh God, she was going to cum in her classmate's mouth. She couldn't stop it. She was already on the brink, and she heard herself moaning shamelessly from some faraway place as she approached her final-

"Stop, stop. Cut."

Mazie pulled away with a wet pop, and Alara wasn't able to stifle a full-throated whine in response. Thankfully, neither of the other two seemed to care. Mazie had just tilted her head innocently, like a dog who didn't understand what it had done wrong.

"I can buff stuff over, I can't adjust for an entire posture." The guy gestured with **** at his sketchpad. "I need you licking, not sucking. Head moving back and forth, not up and down. I don't care what the actual downstairs situation is, I just need you to act the part. Got it?"

Mazie gave an enthusiastic thumbs up, and he looked to Alara for approval. She could only nod shakily. "Great. Alright, both of you back to it."

Alara lifted herself slightly off the carpet, legs quivering. Unfortunately, Mazie had taken the guy's feedback and was now just licking her up and down in long languid strokes. It didn't feel bad, exactly, but due to Alara's size it was more like getting a tongue bath than anything that would actually get her off. That, and half the time Mazie was just licking her thigh or navel instead.

Still, Mazie had been on the very brink earlier. And even this level of treatment was enough to push her over the edge eventually. So despite clenching her fists and curling her toes, despite silently willing herself to just stay down and not give in, after a minute or so of licking from Mazie Alara finally hit her limit. She came with a few soft moans, cock pulsing as it dribbled thin streaks of semen.

It was only when she came back to awareness that Alara realised she'd just painted her friend's face white.

The guy didn't look happy. "Try and keep that kind of stuff for your personal time, alright? Just be glad I finished the sketch first." He muttered something under his breath about alt-girls as he held the paper up to the light, looking this way and that at the finished product.

Mazie just giggled to herself, leaning back on the floor looking utterly relaxed. "It's so warm..."

Alara was experiencing a mental three-lane pileup between apologising, begging for forgiveness, and running from the apartment into the street below and just abandoning her friend and outfit. She had no clue how to deal with any of this.

She'd been planning on going to a lecture today. A lecture.

"Alright, the sketch is salvageable. Be glad about that. Only one more scene to go." He waved vaguely in Alara's direction. "Clean her up, I've got to go double-check some details."

Alara wasn't quite sure she'd heard him right. "Clean her up?"

The guy poked his head back into the room from where he'd been about to leave. He looked perplexed. "I don't want to have to draw around random details. You got her dirty, clean her up."

"But, umm... can I borrow some napkins, or something?"

Now he looked disappointed. "Use your imagination."

He walked away. She probably only had a minute or two before he came back. She could just go to the kitchen and dig around for some actual paper towel to clean her friend up with, but he already wasn't happy with her. More likely than not she wasn't getting fucked tonight, but if she managed to turn things around now, get back into his good graces...

Alara shuffled across the carpet towards Mazie, trying and failing not to rub her oversensitive head against the shaggy carpeted surface in the process. She was still not paying attention, and asking her permission would waste precious time.

Instead Alara just bit the bullet, leant forward, and licked a long streak of cum off her friend's cheek before swallowing it.

As semen went, it wasn't anything special. She'd tasted enough men coming down her throat during lectures to have a pretty good knowledge base to compare it to. Bitter, salty. Although the fact it had come from Alara made her feel weirdly better about the whole thing, kind of like how she was less grossed out by her own spit or snot. Or something like that.

Mazie didn't react beyond looking at Alara questioningly, as if wondering what was taking so long. She didn't mind. The guy obviously didn't mind, or else he wouldn't have told her to do it. Alara was the only one making it weird. She just had to get over it.

So Alara kept licking her own cum off her friend's face, trying and failing to forget how kissing her earlier had felt.

---

"Alright, think I've got basically everything else I need. Time for the centrepiece. Double page spread, lots of focus. Going to need you two scissoring. Just on the carpet where you've been the whole time works, I can draw the bed in later. Both looking at each other while having your profile towards the camera, jut your tits out, make sure I can see where you two are rubbing against one another."

As they shifted onto their sides and began entangling their legs together, Alara found herself whispering again. "How do you..."

Mazie smiled. "Nothing too crazy. Just sort of pincer your legs out like this, then cross them over with mine..." Some quick adjustment. "And there you are. Hold my hand as well, that's good for stability."

Mazie's bush tickled against Alara's cock. She always kept herself shaved beneath the eyebrows like her life depended on it, so feeling fine hairs all the way up Mazie's legs was a strange contrast. "Do you..." Alara coughed, still unsure of herself. This whole thing was never going to stop feeling awkward. "Have you done this kind of stuff before?"

"Girl on girl? Never." Mazie tightened her grip on Alara's hand as she adjusted her posture minutely. "Closest I got was some crashes with my friends back home, and even then we just kissed to turn the guy on. I learned all this from magazines."

"What? But how did you- all this- how can you be so calm about it all?"

Mazie looked at her strangely. "Well, I don't know. It's all about-"

"Ladies, hold that pose. And cut the chatter. I don't want you messing up..." The guy trailed off, looking intensely at them. "Never mind actually, not like your mouths are in use. Chatter away."

Alara found her resolve. If she could talk, then she wanted answers. "Seriously. Why-"

"Start tribbing, though. I'm drawing a scissoring scene, I need you two scissoring."

Mazie started slowly flexing her pelvis back and forth, and after a moment's hesitation Alara began matching her tempo. She was still sensitive from cumming a few minutes ago, but that wasn't going to be enough to dissuade her. "Why are you so calm about all this if you've never done it before?"

"Well, it's like... it's happening, y'know?" Mazie switched grips, clasping her hand around Alara's wrist as she slowly picked up speed. "Nothing I can really do to change that. So I decided to just go with the flow. Have fun. Not like I'm going to be scissoring anyone else again." She giggled to herself as she continued rubbing back and forth, laughs interspersed with the occasional soft moan. "Although I might try this one again. This is all kinds of fun."

Doing her best to ignore that this was apparently turning Mazie on as well, Alara tried to talk back, the waves of pleasure from where their bodies met making her job all the more difficult. "I... I've been so panicked since I came in here. I thought I was messing it all up. I couldn't follow instructions, I was super awkward. I... I came on you. What kind of freak orgasms during a modelling job?"

"Oh, that's actually pretty normal." The guy was still focused on sketching, but managed to talk while looking down at his sketchpad. "Happens with a few of my models."

That was enough to snap Alara out of her downwards spiral. She managed to keep her rhythm as she responded, still pressing herself against Mazie, finding shallow breaths sneaking their way in between each word. "Wait, are you serious?"

"Obviously. It makes sense you two would get turned on by all this. You are having sex."

Alara went red in the face. "What? No. This isn't... we're just... it's not sex. This is..." She let out a loud moan as Mazie pushed herself forward, nearly enveloping her cock over and over as they thrusted against each other. "Modelling," she finished lamely.

"Maybe back before the cataclysm that would have made a difference. Simulated sex and all that. But why bother these days?" The guy waved his offhand dismissively at them. "You're naked, you're touching bits of yourself together, you're doing it to get off. You're fucking. Cum again for all I care. Just don't throw off the sketch."

Any followups died in Alara's throat as she felt Mazie squeezing her fingers. "Alara~" She looked out of breath, cheeks flushed and eyes hazy. "I think I'm getting kind of close. Want to cum together?"

"I... I don't..." A thousand thoughts ran through Alara's head. She was straight, she thought she was straight at least, she was just doing her job, she didn't want to make things weird between them, they had classes together tomorrow as well, she'd never done anything like this before, and...

And it didn't matter, did it?

Alara nodded hesitantly, breathing shallow. "Me too. Close, I mean. Let's... together."

Thankfully Mazie got the message. They both clasped the other's hand tightly as they braced with their other hand, hooking their legs together firmly as they ground their crotches against each other as quickly as they could. No longer putting up a front, Mazie and Alara both moaned loudly, drowning each other out as they pressed into each other with all their strength. Alara could feel the carpet rubbing the side of her waist raw as she jerked herself against Mazie, largely rubbing against open air but occasionally pressing herself into her thigh or pussy, each tantalising hint of friction building until finally...

Alara and Mazie both let out low cries of pleasure as they came, locked in place as they rode out their orgasms, hands in a **** grip.

After coming down, the two collapsed onto the ground, exhausted and weak at the knees. The guy didn't complain, having finished his sketch a while ago and sat back to enjoy the view. Still, it had ended up with him hard again.

Thankfully, he could do something about it.

Alara came back to awareness with a slippered foot nudging her in the side. "Hey, you. Alara. Get up and fluff me."

Alara nodded blearily. Post-orgasmic bliss wasn't important, she wasn't the one here who was supposed to get off. Still, as she spat into her hand and began lubricating his shaft, she couldn't help sharing a shy look with Mazie, who beamed right back at her.

And even as Alara started bobbing up and down on the guy's cock, she couldn't stop a smile from forming.