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Best Bet I Ever Lost

By: Lance1977



"Just push it" my mind told me. "This could be amazing". 

My finger hovered over the button of Kaye's apartment. Why couldn't I push it? 

As I tried to answer that question myself, my mind did one of those sequences where an unbelievable amount of prior events flash by in an instant. Probably similar to what they say happens as you die, your life flashes before your eyes. In this case, the past 8 hours flashed before mine.

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It was another long flight across almost the whole country. LA to Atlanta, nonstop. Close to 5 hours. Well, it would give me a chance to finish off that Tom Clancy book I have been trying to finish for what seemed like forever. 

My boarding pass said that I was in the middle of a set of three seats, but the flight was so short notice that I had no choice. Maybe the window seat holder won't make the flight! Yeah right, that never happens. I do prefer to read by natural light when possible. 

When I got to my row of seats, the window seat was still open. Great! There's hope! I planned my slide into that seat once the cabin door was closed, which was still about 10 minutes away. My normal optimism kept me from getting too settled in. Why settle in when I'll need to settle in one seat over in a few minutes, right? I could feel it. I was gonna get lucky.

My mind went back to the office, wondering how they all did without me there for the past two weeks. I didn't get any calls, and only one text. And it was a silly question from Chloe. If she would have just checked with Connie, she would have had an answer. And probably a better one than I could give. 

I'd only started there a little over a year ago, after I retired from the military. I was so lucky to have Connie working for me. She could do my job easily, why they slid me in an office to supervise 11 women I have no idea. That kind of thinking should have gone out the window back in the 50's. My position should have been Connie's. She's so bright. So sweet. So genuine.

And so young. 

I like to think she looks at me like a father figure, but there is something unsettling about the whole situation. At least on my end. Shit. I want her, I might as well admit it. But I can't. I would only be bad news for her. Chloe once told me that Connie sometimes looks at me with "that" look, but that's just Chloe being Chloe. She's such a gossip, and thinks everybody should be involved with somebody. Since both Connie and I both presently aren't, well, two birds, meet stone.

Can't be more than one minute left now. It's gonna happen. I think the stewardess, oops, "flight attendant" is going for the door. Wow, old habits die hard. Through the first 15 to 20 of my 49 years on this earth, they were simply called stewardesses. 

Wait, what's this, the door didn't close. Is there someone else? Nope, just another stew, er, screw it, stewardess. I recognize the "look", but this one is an allstar! Hope she's covering my part of the cabin. Her "look" gives off a more down to earth vibe, than most, ahem, "flight attendants". 

But what a minute. She doesn't have the same "wings" and other flair on. It's just a navy polo similar to what the crew has on that threw me off. She's a passenger, and, heading my direction. Nah, it couldn't happen. I tore my eyes away from her ever increasing presence.

"Wow, I can't believe I almost missed this flight. TSA is insane at times, you know? I hope they got a good look with their scanner, they made me stand in it long enough. My roommate would be pissed if I didn't make it home, she took off work today to come get me at the airport."

"Ummmm...". Wow, great job Griff. Make that first impression unforgettable. "yeah, I've been hung up with them before too. This trip though, no issues. I'm sorry you did". 

"Oh don't be sorry, it's not your fault". Then she looked directly through my eyes to the back of my brain. "Is it?"

"Ummm..." Suddenly she gave me the warmest devilish grin I had ever seen. "Gotcha!" She quickly held out her hand, "I'm Kaye. Looks like you'll have to put up with me all flight!" 

"I'm Griff, nice to meet you. There won't be any blood or contusions involved will there? Any ritual sacrifices or anything?" 

"No Griff, well, unless you want there to be!" I loved her subtle, smoky laugh. 

"Well, sounds good to me". Mr Clancy was now not even an afterthought. And natural window light is really way, if you think about it, way overrated.

Lucky indeed!

More small talk for awhile, where I'm going, what was I doing in LA, then this: 

"So, I see no ring, and no trace of where one might have been but had been removed because of a trip away from the wife and opportunities for some "strange", ... are you single?" 

"Wow, please, don't sugarcoat it, just ask me direct! And funny about the ring comment. I bet someone such as yourself probably gets that a lot, getting hit on by married guys pretending they weren't. Sounds like you have the routine scoped out, and can weed through those kinds of guys." 

"Well, thank you for assuming I get hit on a lot. Because to be honest, I do. But there aren't enough from young, witty, good looking guys like you." 

"Hah! Young? Please. And I won't even touch "good looking". Witty? Sure, I'll take that and thank you. How old do you think I am?" 

"Well, I hope this doesn't insult you but, 40? 41 ummmm-ish?"

"You're right, you said I was in for it. You should have added "gotcha!" to that one." 

"I'm serious, that's how old you look to me. The shape you're in makes that even more obvious in my mind. I KNOW guys, trust me. OK, fine how far off am I?" 

"Try 49". I had thought about taking some liberties and shaving off a few years to get into those "mid-forties", but decided better of it. 

"No way, ohh, I get it, you're getting me back! Gotcha Kaye! But really, how old?" 

I realized that no matter how hard I protested, documentation would finally be required, so I pulled out ID and showed her. She just sat there shaking her head. "I'm sorry, but you do NOT look that old. You have really taken good care of yourself. I'm impressed" she said with a gentle clutching of my forearm. Electricity shot through me when that happened.

She wasn't the only one, I was impressed by her understated beauty, and also with her spirit, her enthusiasm for life. 

I was also thanking myself inside for the decision I made to take my buddies suggestion to do the P-90X program while I was goofing off those last few months in the service, while I used up all my months of leave but before my retirement took effect. It had been brutal, but it had also transformed my body into shape that it had, well, never been in. 

I was also glad that my sister told me 10 years ago to quit with the tanning beds and to moisturize, moisturize, moisturize! Because apparently I didn't look my years. But I was surely too old for... 

"Kaye, now that we know how old I am, how many years did it take you to get to this incredible level of "age-dar" that you possess? (as I rolled my eyes, followed with a wink) Gotcha!" 

"Griff, if that's your slick way of asking me how old I am, I won't fall for it. But I'm 27. And I told you that because, well, I wanted to, not because you're slick."

"So what do we do now Griff? You know any good jokes? Card tricks? Do you do impressions?" 

"Well, all my best jokes are old, Impressions, ummm, no. Were you serious about cards? Not a trick, but I learned Gin Rummy a few years ago, and really took to it. But am always ready to hone my skills some more. Helps me win some bets at times." 

"Sure, I know Gin Rummy. But I hope I don't drag down such a professional as yourself" she said with a twinkle in her eyes. "Let's do it". 

Kaye unbuckled her seat belt and I got another lightning bolt through me as she brushed my arm as she stood up slowly. 

I instinctively looked at her ass, as I always do when given that view. Hers was incredible. Her khaki's were glued to her it seemed, but no VPL. 

Heh, where did I first hear that? VPL, "visible panty line". Who thinks of these things. 

But that's one of my favorites. That along with DSL's. DSL's could very easily be taken as degrading, but it is also incredibly descriptive. 

She started down the aisle to find some cards, and I watched every delicious step. About two steps in she casually looked back, and by the time I realized it and forced my eyes north, she already had that "oh you are SO busted" look on her face.

She returned with the cards and we continued our light (and sometimes not so subtle) flirting as we played. I sadly beat her easily, but even though I lost an opportunity to sharpen my skills, I wouldn't trade the time sparring with so much innuendo for the world. 

Kaye said "I can't believe my luck, this shouldn't be happening. I am so much better than this, I'm serious." 

"Oh Kaye, of course you are" as I rolled my eyes with a concluding wink and smile once again. 

"OK big guy, you ready to put your money where your mouth is?" 

"Kaye, quit while you're behind. Please, because I love your behind. Yes, I know, I was busted. Guilty!" 

"No, I'm serious. I can do this. Let's bet. Unless you're scared..." 

"Kaye..." 

"No, what are the stakes?" 

"Ok, loser has to haul the winners luggage out to their car, or taxi, or whatever they may have. I'll be taking a taxi, so that's where you'd have to haul my gear to." I said with a grin. 

"No, that's small time. Let's make this worth it. Loser has to be the winners slave for a day. 24 hours from the end of the game". 

"Huh?, what are you saying?" 

"I mean the loser has to do whatever the winner says" 

"You serious? What if the winner wants the loser to do something illegal?" 

"well, of course I won't get you arrested Griff, that wouldn't be showing much southern hospitality now would it." 

"Oh, I'm gonna be on the losing end of this? Ok, you're on sweetie, I'll try to be nice."

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So I was eight hours into my "service" to Kaye, as she told me she wanted it called, and I was afraid, and excited about what the next 16 hours might bring. 

When it comes to Kaye, she was a Gin Rummy hustler just like those pool sharks you hear about, the ones that sucker you in by letting you win in the beginning then crank it up when it's really on the table.

I pushed the buzzer. "Hello?" 

"Kaye, it's me, can you let me in?" 

"Sure Griff. But remember our agreement? I want you to first go down to the corner magazine shop, and ask for, and bring me up something".

OK, what can Ig get you?" 

"A Playgirl magazine". 

"Ummmm..." 

Kaye gave me that amazing laugh again, "I'm kidding, they don't even print that anymore silly! Come on up, 6C. Gotcha!"

Kaye had the door cracked, but I knocked anyways, out of habit. 

"Come in, we've been expecting you" 

"We?"

"Yes, Griff, this is my roomate Amber" 

"Hi Amber, nice to meet you" 

"You too Griff". 

And with that, Amber went to what I assumed was her room. 

"So, what doom are you going to lead me too?" 

"Oh, I have plans, you won't believe them. But come here, you have a spot by your eye." 

I reached up to swat it away, but Kaye stopped me. 

"Let me get it". She reached up towards my eye, then slid her arms around my neck and pulled me in for a kiss. A kiss unlike any I had had before. She took charge of the kiss, appropriately, as I was the slave. Her tongue pushed, danced, and relented in a wonderfully intricate and erotic way. I felt silly for thinking this, but all that I can think of is "this girls been kissed, and has kissed, alot, before." 

I very unservantly swooped her up into my arms and carried her to the ... bathroom. 

"Smooth, Griff. One more door down please". 

"Oops", I said with a sheepish grin as I continued on. I went to lay her down on the bed, but somehow she ended up pulling me down. 

We pulled each others clothes off in a flurry. She pinned me down and guided my already hard cock into her already dripping snatch. 

After a few minutes of strokes, I asked her to turn around, for a little reverse cowgirl action. 

"Why?" she asked. "Because I need to see that ass".

"Too bad slave, my party", as she reached behind her and grabbed my balls, paused for a second, and then squeezed them with authority. 

That was all I could take as I shot load after load into her as she came at the same time. 

I stayed hard for as long as I could, and Kaye kept gyrating and came twice more, the second time after she turned around to give me the view I wanted so desperately to see, before my penis finally plopped out of her with a "thwack" on my upper thigh. 

She slid down, put her head on my shoulder and gently played with my nipples. 

"See, I told you you wouldn't get arrested." 

"But you might, I think you killed me. Or my penis at least." 

"oh yeah, that" and with that she slid further down, and looked at my package, studying it. 

She gently lifted up my balls and weighed them in her hands. 

"Damn your balls, ... they're HUGE! I thought something was different when I squeezed them, and I was right! Holy shit! Do me a favor, go get my camera, this I have to record!" 

"No Kaye, ..." 

"Slave! Go get my camera." 

I paused, well, it wasn't illegal. It wasn't the first time they'd been photographed anyways, and with the same reaction too. Way back in the middle 80's, probably around the time Kaye was born, I had posed for nude pics for Kelly. 

I had taken pics of her a week before, and she wanted to do the same to me. Who was I to object? A whole roll, 20 pictures were taken. 

Back then before the digital age, we had to use film, and then get the film developed. Little did I know that Kelly took her friend, you know, that one friend that your partner always seems to have that always tries to get them to do things that you would they rather not do? 

Well Kelly had a friend Karen, and Karen took her to the Fotomat drive through to pick them up after a few days wait. 

Kelly told me that they pulled over in the parking lot, and she let Karen look at them one by one as she, while pretending to be writing a note to her landlord, wrote down what Karen said, to tell me later. 

The one comment that sticks to me to this very day was: "my gawd, his ball's are ... HUGE! Not that they hang real low or anything, they're just, just HUGE. Did you starve him from sex for a month or something?" Kelly said, no, they were drained just about an hour prior to the photo session, as a matter of fact. 

I really liked Karen when I heard that.

"OK, where's the camera?" 

"On top of the fridge". 

I reached for my pants. 

"Uh, uh, no, like that". 

"Kaye...". 

"No, you're right. Come here" 

I walked over to the edge of the bed as she reached into the night stand and pulled out a ribbon of some sort, which she then tied around my balls. 

"There. Now go. And if Amber is out there, don't let that stop you". 

I peeked out, and could see Amber sitting on the couch, on a laptop. 

I gulped and briskly walked towards the kitchen. 

Amber stopped me halfway. "Griff, you didn't play her in Gin Rummy did you? She's a shark!" 

"I know, I know... so I'm not the first, eh?", as I kept going towards the kitchen. 

"No, but you're the ballsiest, I must say", as she giggled.

Kaye took her pictures, and then pulled me in for round two, which thankfully lasted longer, boosting my "performance pride". 

We laid in bed basking in the heat of what we had just shared, when Kaye asked: "was Amber out there?" 

My face gave me away. 

Kaye said "I like to do that, to give her a show. She's painfully shy." 

"Well, for someone so shy, she didn't look away much, at all. In fact, she stared! No, not really, but she did take it all in." 

"Well, good for her. You didn't mind too much did you Griff?" 

"Honestly, no, I should probably thank you. I actually have a bit, well, more than a bit, of an exhibitionistic streak in me. So letting an almost absolute stranger, a cute young girl see me, pretty cool. Thank you" as I lightly kissed Kaye's forehead.

"And Griff, first off, I love men with brazilians like you have. Secondly, do you have a fuuuuun night ahead of you. But before we get to that, let's go shower, and see what comes up..."

After session #3 in the shower, we both got dressed. We got in Kaye's car, with her still not telling me what service I still had to perform. 

We drove in silence for a few minutes, then Kaye finally said: "Griff, today has been amazing. It really has. You've given me much pleasure, and I think you had some fun as well" 

"Are you kidding?! You know I have!" 

"Well, I'm going to be mostly altruistic with my next command, and you get to help." 

"OK, but I gotta say I have no idea where you are going with this" 

"Well, I have an aunt that I just adore. She's my mom's older sister." 

"Umm, you're not ..." 

"Ha, no Griff, I think I know what you're thinking, and gawd no! Damn, full body shiver on that thought!"

"Whew, you had me worried for a bit". 

"Anyways, ever since her husband, my uncle, passed away, she has been spending time with this group of girls she runs around with that she has known almost her whole life, and they do a bunch of stuff together. Volunteering, taking cruises, and also, and this is where you come in, taking art classes. Are you getting a clue yet?" 

"Yes, i think I am. How old is your Aunt, this group?" 

"Well, it's not just her group, there are about 5 in her group, but the whole class has about 10 to 12 people in it." 

"I keep waiting for you to go "Gotcha!" It's not coming, is it?" 

"No Griff, this isn't a joke. But I think you're up for it, just a hunch". 

"Well, I'm not ready to jump out of the car yet, but it is, well, not something I would have ever thought of. You never said how old they were" 

"My aunt is 67, and the rest of her group is probably close, they grew up together." 

"Any guys in this class?" 

"Not that she has ever spoke about, but I've never been there. There could be. We talked today, before you came over, and I told her I was pretty sure I had a male model for them, like they always wanted. She's mentioned it a few times. At first, I wasn't sure she was serious, but now I think it's great. So you are expected, and she assures me the "girls" will be very excited!" 

"Great!, Griff meets the Golden Girls. What am I supposed to do? What's the setup? And I may be getting ahead of myself here, but how good is the AC there?" 

Kaye, gave out another of those awesome laughs 

"This is gonna be great. But I gotta tell you, I have no idea about the AC. Good luck with that one! But they're only about 15 years older than you, it shouldn't be that awkward" 

"Sure, but whatever happened to "you look 40?" That's 27 years older!" 

"Aww Griff, like I said, they'll love you! And your "boys" too!" 

A wave of heat overwhelmed me after she said that, as I am sure I turned beet red.

"Kaye, and your friend, please come this way!" 

"Aunt Diane, this is Griff, he's the model for you I mentioned." 

"Well, you outdid yourself, he looks really hot!" 

"Aunt Diane! Really! That was so, well, you!" 

"You know it Kaye!" 

"But Griff, I have to ask, the girls want to know, what do you have planned, are you comfortable being a figure model, and when I say that, I mean we would like to see *every* curve you have, for our figure studies. If not, I need to subtly let everybody know what, well, not to expect" 

"Aunt Diane, I promised you a nude model, and you know I keep my word" 

"Kaye, thank you, but I asked Griff." 

"Diane, if that is what you would like...I'll do my best. This is sorta new to me too, you might say." 

"Wonderful, that room is all abuzz right now, and I really didn't want to kill it." 


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"Plus (looking me up and down) I'm now even more curious myself." 

"Aunt Diane! Ha! I'm telling mom!" 

"She'd never believe it!"

Diane led me into the changing room, gave me a robe, and said they would be ready in 5 minutes, if that was OK for me. 

Kaye just looked at me, with a bit of wonder in her eyes. 

"This is really, really great of you. And I have to say, I was never going to force you to do this. So, if you don't feel OK about this, for whatever reason, I'll make some excuse for you and get you out of here..." 

"No, strangely, after the thing with Amber earlier, I can do this. I don't think it'll be the same as with cute little Amber, but it is, well, an adventure." 

"You didn't let me finish Griff, I was gonna say, I'd get you out of here, and I was gonna give you a special treat when we got home for even going this far with it, and being such a good sport. It sounds like you'll really earn it."

"Kaye, stop that, or the robe will be nothing but a tent as I am due out there in a minute. I am really hoping to avoid that." 

"Yeah, that might not be the best way to start the evening." Kaye laughed as she said that, I love that laugh.

Pure adrenaline guided me down the hall and into the main room. The lights were incredibly bright, or maybe I was just sensitive to something giving such clarity to what was about to happen. 

What else struck me was the silence. You could hear a pin drop as I walked over to the podium. For a room that was supposed to be "all abuzz" it was strangely quiet. 

But then I picked up the vibration, it was something you could sense, but it wasn't aural. I quickly looked around the room, back at Kaye, and then back at the group. I saw 11 heads popping around easels that were spread around the room. 

Diane introduced me to the group, and then named all of the group for me, one by one. 

Like I could possibly remember. 

Diane concluded with, "well Griff, I'm going to head over to my station, you can begin when you are ready. There is a pamphlet with pose suggestions there on those improv blocks, you can choose one of those poses, or pick your own".

I flipped through the pamphlet and looked at the poses, the one that I felt looked the most natural, was one where the model leaned back on a structure, which I could make with the improv blocks, which was about 4 or 5 feet high, on his elbows, one knee bent, looking off to the side and slightly down. 

There were other poses that afforded more "cover", but they didn't look as natural to me, or as comfortable, long term. 

After one last look around the room, during which all I saw was eyes wide with attention, I turned my back to the group, walked over to the blocks, set them up and anchored them, then stood up, undid the waistband, and removed the robe, placing it off to the side. 

With a deep breath I turned around, faced my audience, and assumed the pose, as well as I could. Still nothing but silence, no sound, nothing. Pencil scratching on paper? 

Nope, nothing. 

Diane finally said, "girls, now I know this isn't the first man you've ever seen without his clothes, put your eyes back in your head and let's start drawing some muscles. And yes, from what I have read, alot of men like it better with no hair down there, you're all lucky not to have that in the way. Now go!" 

I could hear Kaye's laugh off to the side.

Holding a pose, I soon learned, was hard. Alot harder than you'd think. But at least the AC was cooperating. 

It was cool enough to keep everybody comfortable, and in combination with the hot lights, kept my body in the right zone. 

Any warmer, and I would be sweating. 

And cooler, and "things" would have shrunk right up. Speaking of which, there was movement down there during the session, the normal shrinkage, and return. 

But nothing extreme on either end. 

After what I guess was 20 minutes, Diane told everybody to knock it off, and for me to relax and to stretch any muscles that might need it. 

Which was all of them it seemed. 

She also invited me to come out and look at the interpretations of my body that were being worked on. 

Kaye, ever the thoughtful one, handed me a cold Dr Pepper from the vending machine, and walked around with me. 

At first it was mostly questions, "you doin OK? You gonna make it? You hate me? Wanna fuck?" 

"Yes, yes, no, yes". 

She suggested we look at the sketches, I was somewhat afraid to, but also very curious. 

It was really bizarre looking at myself as others saw me. Some were rough everywhere, some had my face totally done, with the rest just lightly sketched out, and about three had nothing but my "wedding tackle", as Austin Powers would say. 

One of those had what I felt was a ridiculously proportioned rendition of it, and I tried to picture the face of the artist, but couldn't. 

I would make a note of her later though, just for my own curiosity. It was accurate, extremely accurate, just, way too big, proportion wise. 

I looked at Kaye with a small WTF look and she just looked at me and said "just be flattered, you really made an impression".

Diane then announced that it was time to continue with the second half of the session, and to find your way back to your easel, but first, if you wanted to, check out the others work, and if you see something that you like, feel free to get up and ask the other for pointers. Just not to do it all at once. 

Everybody found their way back to their spot, and I once again removed my robe and assumed the same pose as best I could.

Not much was happening at the easels though, and after a minute, Diane leaned over to the lady next to her, whispered something, the other lady shook her head yes, pointed at her sketch, then me, and said something back. 

Diane then checked on the other side, with the same reaction. 

Diane then got up, walked up behind the podium, and them whispered in my ear...

"Griff dear, I really don't know how to say this, so I'll just say it. Before, during the first half hour, your, um, penis hung to the right. Now it's on the left, and it's throwing most everybody off. I'm so sorry.." 

"Don't worry, I'll fix it, it's no biggie" with which she looked at me and it seemed like she wanted to say something, but didn't. 

After she returned to her seat, I said to everyone: "excuse me for a moment" and turned around, did some exaggerated stretching, quickly repositioned my cock to the right, and then turned back around. 

But in the leaning back and knee bending, it slowly went back over to the left, which elicited some giggles. I just said screw it, reached down, put it where it needed to be, and nodded to everybody, at which point they all clapped. 

I am sure I was blushing feverishly.

After a few minutes, one of the girls got up and went over to ask another girl for some advice, I assume. 

A few minutes later, another did. 

Then two got up at the same time, but one sat back down when she saw the other. Weird, I thought. They were all going to the same girl for advice. 

Then the light bulb moment, it was the girl that had drawn my package supersized, and super detailed. 

When I say super detailed, I mean that even the one vein that runs down along the top of the penis was clearly represented, also the little, slight, right and left turn it makes on me. 

My circumcision "scar" discoloration was also there to be seen.

I thought about how much attention my equipment was seemingly getting, from the ladies who were well, older, and I started to think about what thoughts they may be having, which is something I quickly learned I should not have done. 

Because, even after three wonderful, exhausting sessions with Kaye earlier, I started to feel an old familiar tingling deep down, probably initiated by thinking about their possible stirrings. 

No. Stop it! 

I can't stand up here with an erection! They'll maybe think I'm a pervert! 

But then the mental image of myself standing, well, leaning backwards, with a throbbing erection put me over the top and it quickly rose to full bloom. 

It throbbed. It pulsed, all 7 inches of it, I am sure. 

Who knows, possibly more than 7 now. 

Out of the corner of my eye I could see it rhythmically twitch with what was probably my heartbeat. 

My gaze, which, as per the brochure pose I picked out, was off to the side and down, I locked in. 

I couldn't look out there, for fear of anything further, if anything even could, happening. 

I locked in on a small piece of paper on the floor with laser like intensity. 

I tried to empty my mind, but all I could think about was how I looked, and that kept me hard. 

Would this never end? 

Then Diane spoke up, "Griff, I think Kaye wants a word, would you mind? We'll all take a break." 

I was in the robe and off the stage in a heartbeat. 

Kaye met me in the hallway we first came down, and collapsed on the floor with her hand over her mouth laughing. 

"Oh my god, oh my god, I can't believe that that happened to you! What were you thinking? Whatever it was, stop it, oh man, please stop it! Griff, you should have seen their faces as it stated to bob up. I don't think they blinked! They just stared, as you kept on growing, and everyone had a look, that I don't know exactly what all it went through, but it ended up with a big ol' grin!" 

Kaye's laughter had calmed me some, and a moment later I was back to my old self. 

I walked back out dropped my robe, made sure I was hanging (thankfully it was hanging again) to the right, and the girls finished up. 

I think I was up there 35 minutes this time, but what with all that happened, I didn't really care.

Diane asked me if I wanted to look at the work that was done, and I said sure, as I was curious. 

The drawings of me were done in many different styles, with many different techniques. 

Some looked almost professional, some looked like what I could stumble through if I had tried to draw. 

I did notice that the one that had my face totally fleshed out, when they completed my body, drew me with the erection. 

I kinda laughed as it was way over the top of my navel, but considering the pose, and her angle, that was probably how it looked. 

We then looked at the last one, Diane's, and hers was sorta scary, how realistic it looked. 

These girls, well, many of them, had some real talent. 

I told Kaye that I was gonna go change back into my clothes, when she stopped me and said: 

"Girls, it has certainly been a night that I am sure you won't forget anytime soon. I know that Griff and myself won't either. I gave an idea to Aunt Diane a few minutes ago, and after thinking it over for a little bit, she agreed that it would be a fun idea for those of you that would want to do it. Griff, come up here please?" 

I walked up and Kaye looked at me and whispered, "One last command, my slave. Then the last few hours of the bet will be yours, not mine." 

I said OK. 

Kaye then said "I think we all can agree that Griff was a wonderful model, and he showed us... (she paused for effect, and the girls all laughed right where they should have) ... a real good time, and if you would like, I will take pics of you and Griff with him in his pose attire. (many giggles) Any takers? Aunt Diane, can I have your iphone please? Ok, who's first? Griff come here, give me the robe. Thank you." 

There I was, stark naked once again, about to possibly get photographed. 

I must have liked it a bit, because I noticed I was kinda "fluffed", partially erect, but still hanging, but it did make my dick look very nice. 

Aunt Diane said, "shoot, I'll go, I may never get a chance like this again!" 

The picture was snapped, and then another of Diane's group came up, Sally. 

She slid an arm around me and we took the pic, and then she removed it but brushed my ass pretty nice on the way around. These girls were alright. 

Eventually all of Diane's group, and three of the others, including Mary, miss package supersizer, took pics with me beside them, starkers.

One of Diane's group asked for her pic to be forwarded right then. 

Diane said, "wow, I was going to send them to you all when I got home, but here you go miss "I-got-no-patience-Patty". It's sent." 

Patty was receiving the pic on her phone, and then kept pressing keys while she said "thank you Di, I wanted to send this off to my daughter right away, she keeps telling me I'm boring, have no life and I need to get out more. This should end that! Ha!" 

"Which daughter, Patty, Annie?" 

"No, it's Constance, bless her heart, can you believe it?"

Constance. 

That was only the second time I had ever heard that name in my life. 

On the way out I asked: "Kaye, do you know that friend of your aunt Diane, Patty I think her name was? The one who wanted the pic sent right away?" 

"Yes, a little, her and aunt Diane are fairly tight". 

What's her last name? 

"Umm, Zertek, or Czerniak, or something. I think it's Czerniac.

I was sure it was Patty Czerniac. 

Mother of Constance Czerniac.

I have an employee named Constance Czerniac. 

But she went by Connie.

Monday at the office just got real interesting...