Jim mulled the idea around in his head for a moment, trying to devise a proper muse to lure so many stunning models into coming over for some fun. Slowly, his stern expression twisted into a smile as he said, "How about a swimsuit calendar shoot? The lure of money should bring them down here, huh? You could be my make-up girl, giving you plenty of access as they are posed?"
"But, you don't own a studio, honey?"
"Correction…I didn't have a studio, until now," said Jim elusively. As he closed his eyes, he said in a low murmur, "I wish that the vacant lot next door was owned by me, and instead of ordinary empty space, it contained a breathtaking studio, complete with lights, equipment, backdrops and photo gear." Instantly, a large document appeared in Jim's tremulous hand. Immediately, he realized it was the deed for the lot next door. From outside, Jim and Sharon could hear the three ladies drinking outside gasping in pure shock while a grinding commotion rang out from next door. Quickly, Jim added, "And I wish that the three ladies outside, as well as anyone else who may have witnessed the loud uproar, would become oblivious to the sudden surfacing of my new studio." Quickly, the loud hollering ceased from out back as the once distracted ladies returned to their decadent celebrating.
Sharon clapped in merriment as she planted wet kisses on Jim's grubby face. With renewed excitement, she said, "I'll take care of Cynthia, Darlene and Tricia while you get on the horn, okay! I can't wait!" As she sprinted for the patio door, Jim reached for the telephone.
Once outside, Sharon giggled along with her debauched friends. From his vantage point, Jim could see his lovely girlfriend whispering into each of their ears, one by one. As he swiftly punched in the first phone number on his list, he could see the inebriated ladies clumsily following Sharon anywhere she'd lead them. While waiting for the line to connect, he witnessed Sharon expertly posing the adorable brunette, Tricia, effectively guiding her into a fantastic runway pose. Jim's cock grew rock hard as he saw Sharon gently touch her gullible friend, instantly rendering Tricia's warm flesh into polished stone.
Suddenly, Jim's attention was distracted by a familiar voice on the other end of the line. "Hello?" whispered the raspy voice.
Jim quickly replied, "Hi, Jenny? This is Jim. I've got a great assignment for you if you are interested."
"God, Jim, it's been a while since we've worked together. How have you been, hon?" asked the sultry voice with tentative concern.
Out of the corner of his eye, Jim could see Cynthia and Denise getting visibly upset as they studied their immobilized compatriot, Tricia. Loud and frantic screams could be heard, even through the thick patio glass, as they confronted Sharon in hostile anger. "I'm doing fantastic, Jenny, thanks for asking. Would you mind holding for a moment, darling?"
"Sure, but hurry back, okay? I've missed you, Jim."
"I will," replied Jim as he plunged the hold button. The situation outside was quickly getting out of control as Cynthia and Tricia continued to back away in fear from Sharon's coaxing voice. Jim sighed in playful exasperation as he muttered, "I wish that Cynthia and Denise would cease worrying about Tricia's condition and would instead believe that they are here to model for a world class sculptor, namely Sharon. In fact, I wish that both Cynthia and Denise will compete exuberantly for immortality, vying desperately for Sharon's attention."
Immediately, the once terrified ladies began to relax as they struck various poses, in an effort to impress the maestro. Sharon looked quite startled by the sudden change in their outlook, but she didn't let her apprehension get in her way. As Jim returned to his telephone conversion with Jenny, he watched as Sharon guided her new subjects into position around the perimeter of the large backyard ledge. As he pressed the flashing button on the telephone, he said, "Sorry about the delay, Jenny. We're working hard to get this calendar shoot ready. I want you to be a part of this, since I think it would be great exposure for you."
"Calendar shoot, huh?" whispered Jenny aloud. During the brief moment of silence, Jim smiled as Cynthia surrendered to Sharon's petrifying touch, becoming a flawless stone nude. Apparently, Jim's wishful command lowered both Cynthia's and Denise's inhibitions greatly, since they both were already blissfully naked. Before he could witness Sharon's charming approach with the final subject, Denise, Jenny piped up, saying in concern, "I thought you only worked for department store catalogues, Jim? When did you branch out into calendars?"
"Well," Jim stammered, "I'll be honest with you, Jenny, this will be my first. But I'm extremely excited about this project. Plus, it will give me a chance to show off my new studio. Common, what do you say, sweetie? For old time's sake?"
After a long, uneasy pause, Jenny timidly squeaked, "Okay!"
"Great! You won't be sorry, Jenny! Meet me at my house, okay? The studio is right next door."
As he giddily slammed down the receiver, he looked up to see Denise frozen right where she stood, soft flesh replaced by hard, glistening marble. With the morning sun shining down, she and all the others looked absolutely smashing as decorative lawn sculptures.
Sharon bounded up to the door, swinging it open in rapturous celebration. Jim smiled at her as he announced his first model was already booked for the "shoot".
Sharon returned his excitement as she said, "Honey, did you see me out there? I was incredible! Once I had captured Tricia, I was sure that Cynthia and Denise would run away like timid rabbits, but I kept enticing them. Don't they look absolutely flawless? You know, sometimes I wish they would remain so flawlessly beautiful forever, you know? It grieves me to think that my sexy masterpieces will no longer be around next week."
As Jim studied his slightly forlorn lover, he wondered...
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