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In a Cool Atlanta Library 

She pointed to book shelves at the back of the library. “Well, there are lots of fantasy books like the one you’re reading. Since you’re a fan of Stephen King, you might like some of the other authors that have a similar writing style,” she said. She started walking towards the back of the library. “We have a display in the back with authors you might like. Please follow me and I’ll be more than happy to show you.”

I did as she asked, noticing the library was practically empty. But as we walked, I was hypnotized by her nicely rounded behind and her swinging hips in front of me. As she walked, they swung in such an enticing rhythm. It was like there was a tune playing in her head.

She stopped suddenly to show me the book display, but I was so focused on her behind, I walked right into her. I put my hands around her waist to stop myself, but my crotch went right into her ass. And to make matters worse, I didn’t remove my hands immediately. I left them there for a few seconds.

But Is It Art?

There were no landscapes, no portraits...in fact, no canvases at all. The exhibition consisted of performance art. Most of the performances, while a far cry from Rembrandt, would not have offended members of the Religious Right. The fellow who cobbled together a statue out of old aluminum cans may not have been creating traditional Art, but there was little controversial about his offering beyond questions of how artistic it was. The same could be said of the woman who welded paper clips to aluminum in weird and wonderful geometric designs.

But then there was Ace and his offering. His art was created in a most sexual manner.

A Night at the Opera

Presently I heard some giggling at the top of the stairs, and saw that the girls were coming down and looked ready. Janine came down first. I was glad because I always loved to watch her descend stairs; there was something sexy and elegant about the way she held her body and turned her head slightly as she stepped down. She had on a simple black evening dress that clung to her slender form, the hem falling to knee level, with slits on either side that went almost to her hips. Her hair was straight and short except in front, where a shiny sheet of it cut diagonally across her forehead and hung slightly over her right eye. She had recently dyed it black, and along with the dress it highlighted the lovely paleness of her smooth skin. A jeweled choker glittered at her throat, and a variety of silvery rings complemented the whole look.

Alexis came down next, also in black, but her dress had a halter top and the hem came only halfway to her knees. Her hair was dark, too, but longer and wavier than Janine’s. She was bustier, too, and had more curves, but I loved both of them and enjoyed each of their bodies with the same satisfaction.

“That was quicker than I thought,” I said smiling. I put my hand on Janine’s stomach and slid it around her torso, feeling the soft fabric that hugged her delicious form. “This shows your body quite nicely,” I said.

“That’s because she isn’t wearing anything under it,” Alexis said, and then to prove it she stepped forward and slid the dress strap down Janine’s left shoulder, exposing a naked breast. She began fondling the breast and Janine stood still, lips parting. She had a slightly submissive streak and loved to place her body at the disposal of others, to be used for their pleasure.