True Love (The Society #4)

Chapter 24 – Gallery of Love

Monday – March 11, 2024

Ash

Mr. Frost was driving me to the restaurant across from the Caldwell Hotel. At least...that’s where he thought we were going. Really we were heading to the art gallery next door first.

Instead of just sending me the pictures from our boudoir shoot, Chastity had insisted upon curating an entire exhibit of the photos. As a grand wedding gift from me to Mr. Frost. Which was a little odd. Chastity seemed very against my sham of an engagement. So I was a little suspicious of her suddenly being so supportive.

I pulled out my phone and sent Chastity a text: “Are the shots all ready?”

She texted back right away: “Yup! We look so hot. Mr. Frost is going to love them.”

“And you didn’t include any of the…you know.”

“Oh, there are definitely some of us with the strippers.”

“But they’re tasteful? Right?”

“Of course.”

Thank God . I had nothing to worry about. I slid my phone back into my purse. Some of those photos were not appropriate to show to my fiancé. But luckily we’d been able to crop one to be a portrait of my head next to the minotaur head. And you couldn’t even really tell that I was naked.

Mr. Frost pulled up to the restaurant.

When he grabbed my hand to guide me inside, I pulled him next door instead.

“Where are we going?” he asked.

“It’s a surprise.” I had the perfect setup. I’d even worn a white dress to look all cute and bridal.

He raised his eyebrows at me.

I smiled and opened the door to the gallery. The lights were turned down low. I turned to Mr. Frost. “Ready to see the photos from my bachelorette party?”

Mr. Frost looked so excited. “I can’t wait.”

A server walked over to us and offered us champagne off a tray.

“Thank you, monsieur,” I said and took a glass.

“I don’t think he was French,” Mr. Frost whispered as the waiter walked away.

I shrugged. Mr. Frost didn’t get me at all. Tanner would have liked it.

We rounded the corner to see the first photo. A spotlight was lighting up a photo of me and Chastity in our monokinis. It really did look professional the way it was printed on canvas, framed, and hung on a matte black wall with a little light overhead.

I looked up at Mr. Frost. But his eyes were glued to the picture.

“I had so much fun doing this sexy boudoir shoot for you,” I said. Honestly, I had not. It had been incredibly awkward. And I still couldn’t believe I’d told him I’d share pictures. What had I been thinking? At least Chastity had come through .

Mr. Frost’s eyes went to the next photo on the wall. It was a picture of me and Chastity splashing in the water. And then there was one of me getting out of the pool all sexy with my boobs pushed together. And an action shot of Chastity unzipping my swimsuit.

“Don’t we look hot?” I asked.

He nodded. “Absolutely.”

We went around the corner. Here we go. It was getting saucy now. The next picture was the shot of us fully nude, nip to nip.

Mr. Frost didn’t say a word. He just stared at it.

I cleared my throat. “Chastity insisted we had to do a naked shot. You know how she gets.”

Mr. Frost nodded. “I like it. It’s really quite tasteful.” He glanced down the hall to the next picture. “I’m not sure how I feel about this one, though.”

It was the cropped headshot of me and Ato in his minotaur mask.

I laughed nervously. “Well, you know how Chastity is. She was always going to invite strippers to my bachelorette party. Or models, really. Professional models. Very professional.”

Mr. Frost narrowed his eyes. “Are these in order?”

“In order?”

“Of when they were taken.”

“Ummm…I think so.”

“So that guy saw you naked?”

“What? Oh. No. That was earlier in the shoot. Anyway…I hope you loved your wedding present! Should we go eat now?” I tried to pull him toward the exit.

But then the next picture on the wall lit up. Me and Mr. Frost saw it at the same time .

Damn it, Chastity! It was the earthquake picture. The one right after the guys had taken their swimsuits off. And I’d wrapped my arms around Ato’s muscular chest.

I forced a laugh. “Funny story. An earthquake hit. And I was scared I might fall off the cliff. So I grabbed hold of the closest thing. Which happened to be the stripper. I mean model. The earthquake must have shaken his drawers right off.” I did a little hip wiggle to really drive the point home. “Anywho…that’s the last of the photos. We should really get going to the restaurant, right? I don’t want to be late for our reservation.”

But then another picture lit up.

Dear God, no!

This one was of me and Chastity in one of the bedrooms of the villa. We were each naked with one of the strippers. We were posed with our hands on their abs. And they were both starting to get erect. Chastity promised she wouldn’t show these. So what the fuck were they doing blown up on this wall?!

“What the hell?” said Mr. Frost.

Shit! What do I say? “Wow, uh. I forgot about that photo. It looks worse than it was, though. Nothing happened.”

“Are you sure? Your hand is awfully close to his cock.”

I nodded. “I’m sure.” Please be the last picture. Chastity and I had very different definitions of tasteful. But surely she wouldn’t have framed any more of the photos?

But then another photo lit up .

It was almost the same as the previous picture. Chastity was still posed with her hands on Kweku’s abs. But my hand had shifted down to grab Ato’s cock.

Ah! “Hmm…well, I guess I may have grabbed his cock in the heat of the moment. You know how photoshoots get.” I forced another laugh. “Anyway, nothing else happened.”

I held my breath, waiting for another incriminating photo to light up. But we were at the end of the hall. Phew. I turned around to leave. But then a picture on the other side of the hall lit up.

Ato and Kweku were lying back on the bed. Chastity and I were kneeling in front of them grabbing their huge erections.

Eek. “See? Nothing happened. Just some seductive poses. The rest of the pics on this wall are probably boring. We really need to hurry to the restaurant. Let’s go. I hate being late.” I tugged on his arm.

“I think we should stay to see the rest,” he said.

Does that mean he likes them? I mean…why wouldn’t he? The pictures were hot. And our engagement wasn’t real. I nodded. I’d been freaking out over nothing. Mr. Frost didn’t care about what I did when I wasn’t with him. As long as everything looked legit for Grandma.

The next picture lit up. Me and Chastity were both leaning in. And we had the guys’ cocks in our mouths.

I laughed. “Okay, fine. I admit it. We sucked their cocks.” I laughed again.

Mr. Frost didn't say a word.

Shit! Does he not like it after all? Fuck! Is he about to call off our engagement?

He turned to the next photo .

It was of me and Chastity on our knees, back to back, sucking cock. I was grabbing Ato’s shaft and licking his tip.

Mr. Frost narrowed his eyes.

Fuck . It really seemed like he didn’t like it. I cleared my throat. “Look at that posing. Very classy, right? The perfect shot, really. A perfect way to end a photoshoot. And not even a very fun photoshoot. It felt so stiff. The posing. Not his cock. It was hardly stiff at all.” Stop talking.

Another photo lit up. We were still on our knees, stroking both cocks and laughing.

“Totally posed,” I said. “It was fake laughter. The photographer made us do it. And now that I’m seeing it, I think the photographer might have been a pervert or something. What a shame. Should we...like...go eat now? I’m so hungry. Not from seeing the pictures. I’m not in the mood for sausage.”

Another picture lit up of me deepthroating.

“Another pose.” My voice came out squeaky and weird.

The next photo lit up. It was a side view of us bent over. The huge cocks were so close to going inside of us.

“Don’t worry,” I said. “They aren’t inside of us. Cleary.” I pointed to Ato’s dick. “And that was the end of that. I told the perverted photographer to beat it. Not himself. Or me.” My eyes grew round. “I wasn’t beating his penis for him. He was a youth.” Gah, stop talking! And p lease let that be the end of what Chastity thinks is tasteful .

The next picture lit up. It was of us getting fucked, but the angle didn’t show the actual penetration. I breathed a sigh of relief. “I know how that looks. But they clearly weren’t inside of us. It was just a bit of trick photography. As a perverted photographer would know how to do.” Why am I narrating this whole thing?!

Mr. Frost hadn’t said a word. But I felt like he was furious.

The next picture was a back shot of us both riding the strippers. There was no doubt that those cocks were deep inside of us.

“Gah! Fine! We went all the way. But only because the photographer told us to. I think. I was a little tipsy so I don’t fully remember. But I’m pretty sure it was just for a second. And then I bet Chastity took them both for herself.”

The next photo lit up. Of me on all fours getting spit roasted by both cocks.

I laughed awkwardly. “Or maybe I took them both for myself.” Fuck! In my defense, this engagement wasn’t real and I didn’t think these photos would ever see the light of day. And a part of me still wanted to free Tanner without having to go through with this sham of a wedding. I still had a few more weeks to make it happen. I was just...utilizing my time well.

The next picture lit up. I had both my hands wrapped around one of their cocks. My mouth was wide open and there was cum splashed on my cheeks.

“He didn’t even cum in me,” I said. “So it wasn’t even cheating.” I cringed. I think only a whore thought like that. But damn it! I was a whore !

Another photo lit up. Of me back outside on a lounge chair. I was under the Future Mrs. Frost ballons. Sucking Sammy’s humungous cock while my legs were spread and cum was seeping out of my pussy. Ato and Kweku were standing on either side of me.

Damn it! “When I said the photographer was a youth, I meant he used to be. It was technically his 18 th birthday. And it only seemed fair that he got a present, you know? It would have been incredibly rude not to blow him into adulthood.” Stop fucking talking! “So...did you like your present?”

Mr. Frost slowly turned to me. “Are you serious right now?” he said icily. The way he used to talk to me at work. Before I started blowing him on the regular.

“Yes? I thought you’d find it sexy. But I guess I missed the mark. Anyway, these were for your eyes only. So you don’t have to worry about people whispering behind your back about what I’ve done.”

“Wait. Is that Sammy Ababio?” he pointed to Sammy in the picture.

“Who?” My voice squeaked as I tried to sound innocent.

“Sammy Ababio. The 17-year-old brother of the owners of Modelli d’Ghana. You know…one of our freaking clients.”

“No! I mean...yes. But like I just said it was his 18 th birthday. Which is why I let him fuck me. And I also wanted to thank him for taking these photos on such short notice. For you.”

Mr. Frost didn’t seem impressed by those explanations, so I tried one more :

“And his cock was huge, so I kind of had to. Single Girl Rule #8: If a man has 8 abs and 8 inches, he may not be refused.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“What?” I cleared my throat. “Want a blowjob? I can show you this new thing I learned to do with my tongue.” I gave him my most seductive look.

“Um, no. I’d rather not have sloppy seconds.”

“Sloppy fourths, actually.” I thought it would be cute and lighten the mood, but it was kind of the opposite. Seriously, stop talking!

“You were making us wait till marriage. And meanwhile you were out there doing this?”

“Because marriage is...sacred.”

Mr. Frost glared at me. “This should go without saying, but our engagement is off. And you’re fired.” He grabbed my hand, pulled my ring off, and threw it at me. It bounced off my boob and hit the ground.

Wasn’t I supposed to do that to him ?

Also, FUCK.

Mr. Frost stormed out of the gallery. “I can’t believe I’d started to think that engagement was real,” he muttered under his breath.

What? He thought it was real? I was the worst whore ever. And now I’d officially had Incident #11.

I collapsed onto the ground, pulled out my phone, and called Chastity.

“Hey, girl!” she said when she answered the phone. “How’d it go? He loved them, right?”

“No he didn’t freaking love them. He took my ring off and threw it at me.”

“Huh? That feels backwards. ”

“I know, right? That’s what I was thinking. No! Don’t distract me! I’m furious with you! What about those photos did you think was tasteful?!”

“The lighting. The posing. Everything, really.”

“Tasteful is like…a bashful nipple. Not me gagging on a huge cock while getting railed from behind!”

“That was a really good one, right?”

“No! Damn it, Chastity. You just ruined my best chance of getting Tanner free from his curse!” I burst into tears.

“What do you mean? I got you to fuck over a dozen dudes this weekend. Which is the only way you could get Tanner free.”

I sniffled and put my face in my hand. “You’re wrong. I found a loophole. If I married Mr. Frost and made Ghazi cry at the wedding, Tanner would have been free. Even if Frost wasn’t my lesser true love. The whole engagement was a sham!” I couldn’t stop the tears from falling down my cheeks. I’d messed everything up. Now Tanner was never going to be free. And I’d taken the fake engagement lie so seriously, Tanner wasn’t even speaking to me. I’d ruined everything.

“Oh shit… Ash. I’m so sorry.”

“You should be. Because now Tanner is never gonna get free and he hates me.”

“You sure about that?” said Tanner.

I looked up. I was suddenly in a fancy office. And Tanner was standing there with his lamp in his hands.