"Where we going Deni?"

On my PDA, I type back "Well….shopping sort of. I got you two a modeling job this afternoon." I hold it so she can read it as she drives.

"No kidding? A modeling job? What will we model?"

"Furs."

Lieza looks at me quizzically. Linda giggles from the back seat.

"You'll see," I type. I point left. She turns and continues on down the street.

I type then show her "We are going to Alphonse's."

"WOW! He has such great furs! We get to model there?"

I nod my head and smile at my lovers. Then I type "You're the only models today honey."

Lieza glances at my face several times as she steers between cars, then asks, "So your slutting me today?"

I laugh heartily, even if silently, as I watch her gorgeous face.

Her face bursts into a huge grin.

"May Ah view your inveetashone, suh?" Alphy asks each arriving guest in his unique Swiss accent, half French, half German.

Each couple shows him their invitation as they enter.

Most of the guests are couples. But a few singles wander in as well. By two o'clock, all are present. Everyone that I had sent an invitation to is here!

Alphy stands in front of the seated guests, his hands folded in that gay appearing French stance of his.

"Ladees and sjentlemen, today ve have a spesheeal viewing of my latest crea-sho! Zese are ze very ones vich vill be fiewed in Paree next montse. Zees is a spesheeal showing. May Ah trust each and everee vone of yous not to report vat you see heah today to ze fashion press? Yezz?" Alphy waits till all are nodding in agreement.

He bows formally, and turns toward the head of the walkway. He raises his arm and Lieza walks out of the dressing room and into view on the fashion walkway. She is stunning in her white calf length artic fox and muff. Her eyes sparkle as she walks, looking directly at each viewer as she passes. Unlike the normal fashion model, there is no drugged out appearance about how she carries her self. Just a full of life, sizzling sexuality to her smile and demeanor.

Aphy's musical voice flutters on about the style, his ideas as he designed it, and who his market is for this particular coat.

She arrives at the end of the causeway, pauses, then lowers the coat to her shoulders, opening the front as she pivots fully around on her five inch black patent leather spiked high heel.

A gasp goes up from the crowd.

Alphy smiles.

Lieza is fully nude under the coat. Her gorgeous body is even more breath taking than Aphonse's masterpiece.

Closing the coat, she struts back up the walkway and disappears.

Within seconds, she is back, this time in a dark brown mink stole that covers only her shoulders, and the tops of her breasts and back. Her lower body is totally exposed now. Every one is looking at her plucked sex, not at the stole.

Alphy extols this sensational creation as well, lauding its flexibility in matching various evening gowns for all formal occasions.

Without a pause, Lieza strides to the widened landing at the end of the walkway and opens the stole. The lights catch her perfect skin and shows her incredibly plump, full, erotically jiggling breasts to the crowd. Her nipples are impudently visible and abundantly evident.

I glance at the men and see some serious bulging in their pants pockets. The women are breathing heavily as they watch this incredible body before them.

Lieza turns three times, stopping and showing each quadrant of the audience her stole, and her perfect body.

As she walks back to the top of the walkway, she looks me directly in the eye and smiles that brilliant teasing smile, as if to say, watch me next time.

She disappears again around the dressing room wall.

Moments later she reappears in a hip-length rabbit-fur jacket. Another gasp goes up from the crowd as they realize she has on black rubber panties with a thick bouncing phallus protruding from under the coat.

Aphy's voice does not recognize this deviation from the norm. Again he talks only of the jacket in the flourishing terms of the creative genius.

Lieza reaches the turn and lowers her jacket, dropping it to the floor, and strokes her phallus as she stares, head lowered, so that she is looking from under her eyebrows into the riveted eyes of the women. She continues to masturbate her large erect male member as she turns, and stops, facing each direction.

Then, nonchalantly, she bends over from the waist, picks up the jacket, and shrugs it back on. Without bothering to close the front, she struts back down the causeway, her phallus bobbing and weaving with the sashay of her swiveling hips.

Applause breaks out slowly, but soon the room is fully engulfed in expressing its appreciation.

Alphy moves to the causeway. His rich baritone voice booms "And now, ladees and sjentlemen, ze piéce de résistance! Ze matched furs for ze adwenturesome coupul!"

A low oaken cart, broader than the causeway rolls down and stops at the turnaround. Furs are piled on the cart, almost haphazardly it seems.

Movement begins within the pile, and slowly the furs move to reveal a woman's naked back. As the furs continue to slide aside, hips and her head also appear. She appears to be fully naked, her head down. She is on her knees and hands.

The furs continue to slide down her body. It becomes obvious that there is another body below her, legs spread, and the woman is feasting there upon what lies between those open thighs.

Hands appear from below and begin to caress the body that is on all fours; caressing her bottom, her sides, then tweaking the perfect tiny nipples that hang down from the thin body poised above her. They move back up the torso, and caress their way by the hips to the cheeks so obviously in view.

Sounds of pleasure emanate from the cart. The two perfect bodies begin to writhe in pleasure. Moans and sighs are audible. The lower body begins to arch and press itself up into the face of the top body. A shuddering orgasm occurs first to the prostrate woman, and then in a few eternal seconds, to the ministering form above.

After a short, pregnant pause, the satisfied cooing sighs subside, and both women stand. Donning their wraps, they walk hand in hand from the room, pausing only at the head of the causeway to soulfully kiss each other. Then, waving to the crowd, they exit the auditorium.

The applause is deafening. Alphy bows and bows again, accepting his just credits. Wolf whistles shriek from the male guests.

Alphy moves into the crowd and accepts the back ponding crazed adulation of his adoring audience.

I slip back into the dressing room ahead of the jubilant crowd, to find Linda and Lieza prostrate on their furs again, enjoying each other's bodies as if they were home in our bed. Without speaking or pausing their sensual activity, they drag me into their pile as the audience rounds the dressing room wall to congratulate the models .