“The flash will come when people realise you are naked,” Belinda explained, answering Sachita’s question. “Our two artists here are professionals enough to provide sufficient cover to fool everyone.”
“Even at close view?”
“Even at close view,” the man working on her torso answered. “The details are so intricately worked it will look like you are wearing real clothes, and the accompanying accessories will complete the illusion. And the paint won’t wash away by accident. No liquid will wash it away,” he laughed. “not even your own arousal juices. Only the special oil we’ll give you.”
“Technically, we will not be naked,” Cassie remarked, “we will be wearing paint.”
“Once they know it’s paint,” Gaëlle explained, “the tease will be that they know we’re naked but they see us with clothes.”
“Oh, I see,” Sachita exclaimed. She looked in the long and wide mirror that covered practically the whole wall. Belinda had her father set up the room for her dance practice and in Belinda’s parents’ absence (a fact they had omitted telling Sachita’s mother), the girls had thought it would be fun to all be there together while they were being clothed in their Halloween costume by the two male artists. It was more spacious than the foreign girls’ two-bedroom apartment.
The mirror sent her the image of them four all standing naked. The artist who was doing her applied a last touch with his brush then moved on to Cassandra to apply the same motif on her breasts. Next to Cassandra was Belinda, then Gaëlle. At Belinda’s foot, another body painter was at work on her crotch, Gaëlle’s crotch having already been done. The boys were working rapidly.
“Anyway, ” Cassie went on, ” expect more at this party than anything that ever happened on one of our flashing expeditions. You were there last year, Bel, weren’t you? What’s your experience?”
‘Tonight was going to be different, they would not only see, but also touch,’ Sachita thought. Belinda who was now having her breasts dressed answered,
“Oh, it was an awesome experience, even though you were not there with me then. I got invited on the recommendation of my then-mentor in libertinism.” She looked in Sachita’s direction to explain, with an undertone of licentiousness. “Just as you are this year on these two perverts’ recommendation. Pity she left, you would have loved her, girls. To come back to last year, we got our pick from the cold buffet and took a seat. It’s amazing how their masks can leave your mouths free so you can eat or do other things, yet modify your voice so that nobody can recognise you.”
“Yes,” Gaëlle added, “I think it’s some electronic device hidden in the under-the-jaw part.”
“You mean,” Sachita asked, “it’s a pull-on mask that covers the whole head?”
“Not quite,” Gaëlle explained, “it’s more something that covers your face with openings for your eyes, nostrils and mouth and it is made from a material that wraps around from forehead to under the chin and on the sides over the cheeks once you tie the straps at the back to hold it on.”