I had goosebumps all over and I was feeling a mixture of nervousness and tension. I recognised that some of this was sexual. I was starting to get hor...y.I stood upright as Steve started to use the airbrush along my back. I looked in the mirror. He was covering my back in baby blue colour. He continued spraying paint up and down my legs, all around my calves, knees and thighs.“This is the base colour; I will paint on clouds and sun and flowers afterwards,” Steve commented. “I will paint a large. The first day went quite well and I came to know about my manager a bit more. I came to know she was a divorced woman whose husband left her for some other model. Since then she had devoted all her time to the office.I felt sad for her and could empathize with her because my girlfriend too left me for someone else.When I was about to leave, she asked me that she can drop me and I agreed. On the way home, she asked me how was the day at the office. I replied that it was quite good.She said, “I. Just put me down, you ape."He grunted. "Last stop, bottom floor," he said, emphasizing the word'bottom.'I slapped his ass. "Don't get too full of yourself, sweetie."He got out the steamer, and started steaming my blazer. "Wow,"Isaid. "Very good. If the law ever fails, you could be a dry cleaner." I hear there's a pressing need..." That's awful," I giggled. "Now I'm really going to go."The rest of the afternoon was wonderful. We went to the Louvre, wewalked along the Seine, all the touristy. I muttered the to affirmative. The windows were open now and every fanwas making its concerted effort, to move the staid air. I adjudicatedthe straps of my bra. It was a dainty little affair, this brassier: agentle cyan, with a delicate helping of lace enclosing each gap. Thecashier had asked what size his girlfriend was. Had she known? My pokerface was stretched to the limit. I fed in my PIN. The clothing had beenfurrowed into the depths of the bag. And it was mine.The heat was intense in the.