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  Muscles & Muses

  RM Olivia

  Published by RM Olivia, 2020.

  This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

  MUSCLES & MUSES

  First edition. April 5, 2020.

  Copyright © 2020 RM Olivia.

  Written by RM Olivia.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

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  Chapter 1

  “Kristin, did you see this?” Her friend asked in a curious tone.

  “Hmm,” Kristin McWilson answered, stopping to look up from the sink.

  “Those dishes can wait, girl. This is what you have been waiting for!”

  Her best friend rushed towards her with the Sunday newspaper in hand.

  “Give me a second here. My hands are all soapy,” Kristin shook her head and laughed.

  God only knew what the hell her best friend was up to now? Kristin knew moving her in after the very acrimonious divorce had been one of the best things she’d ever done. Wasn’t the same as having a man but still, Kristin missed the companionship. The sound of her own voice in the townhouse bored her to tears, not to mention the isolation! It was the second-best thing, the first being dumping her worm of an ex-husband. Kristin sighed and wiped her hands on the towel, and walked over to see what the fuss was all about.

  “I took the liberty of circling the advertisement for you!”

  “Ok,” Kristin slipped the glasses off her head to her eyes.

  “Don’t say anything. Just read. Please,” Her girlfriend looked up at her with puppy dog eyes.

  “Alright, now you’ve got my attention. Hand it over here,” Kristin reached out and grabbed the newspaper out of her friend’s hands.

  Obituaries. Unless it’s my ex-husband, I don’t really care.

  “Want ads?”

  “You’ve been complaining that money is tight around here.”

  Her friend had a point. After the dissolving of her marriage, her finances had taken a hit. It had been hard going from a two-income household to one.

  Kristin’s eyes passed over the ads until she found the one circled in a big red heart.

  “Muscles and Muses is hiring for a Modeling Coordinator/Recruiter for their art program.” Kristin grimaced.

  What the hell was this? Why had her friend thought it would be perfect for her; she had no idea.

  “Read the rest of it. If I didn’t have Ernesto, I’d be running to apply,” Ireland laughed.

  Kristin shook her head.

  Muscles and Muses was a sip and paint program for women featuring hot male models. Women gathered weeknights and weekends at the local art studio to draw nude male models with wine flowing freely. The last coordinator had just moved away, and now they desperately needed to fill the position.

  Those things were so tacky. The men would probably be young enough to be her little brother. Yuck.

  She rolled her eyes.

  “That is crazy as hell, Ireland. Count me out!”

  “Come on, Kris. Think of all the hot guys just waiting for you to hire them.”

  “Uh, uh.” Kristin shook her head.

  “It will get you out of the house. Promise me, at least you’ll apply.”

  “Ireland? The men at those things are all either practically kids or just plain assholes!” Kristin slapped the kitchen table with her hand.

  “What if they all aren’t assholes? What if you find someone you actually like and the feeling’s mutual?”

  “Ireland!” Kristin snapped the exasperation causing her voice to rise.

  “Geez. I’m sorry I even showed you. Yikes!” Ireland slipped out of the room.

  Kristin took a piece of her long brown hair and twirled it around her finger. She lifted up her checkbook from the spot she had left it and scratched her head.

  Ireland was right. A second income would definitely not hurt.

  “Yes, Ireland. I’ll apply. You can come out now.” She bit her lip to keep from laughing. Suddenly, Kristin felt more like a Mom instead of a friend.

  “Ok,” Ireland replied, plopping down in the kitchen chair across from her.

  “Sorry, I blew up at you,” she said, touching the spot on her ring finger where her ring used to sit.

  “I think this could be really good for you. What girl doesn’t need a hot stud?” She winked and placed a hand on Kristin’s shoulder.

  “If they’re that hot, why don’t you apply?”

  Ireland rolled her eyes. “You know what they say about Latin men. Forget it. I don’t want to have to visit in a jail cell.”

  Kristin’s fingers lingered on the apply button on the screen. She frowned, and her mind went back to the events of the past 2.5 years. Walking in on her husband in their bed with her little cousin and the trauma that followed still made her head spin and her heartache. Even now. The screaming arguments, mediation, the lawyers, then finally a silence that ate a hole in her inner being. Finally, Kristin rose from her seat and opened up a kitchen window. The bright sunlight poured in and she could hear bird’s song in the distance. “ The seasons are changing. Life is moving on. I must, too,” she said aloud.

  Her world did feel empty and unbelievably small.

  She missed tripping over the damned large shoes beside her bed—the sound of a deep baritone voice singing in the shower and the fragrance of cologne.

  “Dennis,” she sighed, rubbing her arms to prevent the sudden chill that set in.

  Her ex had been a true bastard, a real son of a bitch. Yet, as much as her mind screamed no, her body knew it was high time she gets back on that horse. And ride it! Vibrators did not take the place of a man.

  Kristin scrolled down the Muscles & Muses web page. She found the usual. The introduction, CEO's bio, positive reviews, at last, she found just what she’d been looking for. The models in all their muscular glory. Tattoos of eagles, doves, lions, and tigers. The whole zoo on a perfect canvas. Men of various nationalities to quench a woman’s artistic thirst.

  “Holy fuck!” she breathed. If the men she were to manage looked like these... .she prayed she’d be hired. The job could very well be the answer to her prayers!

  Chapter 2

  “I really liked your resume. Your creativity is one of the reasons I called you in for an interview.” Mrs. Naomi Montecinos said, extending a manicured hand to Kristin.

  Her handshake felt surprisingly strong for such a petite woman.

  “Welcome, please take a seat. Oh, care for a drink? Water, or something more potent?” She raised a perfectly groomed brow in Kristin’s direction.

  “Oh, no. I’m fine, thanks.”

  “You sure? It’s never too soon for a drink,” she tilted her head in the direction of a cabinet. She rose out of her seat and walked past her.

  “Don’t mind if I do,” Mrs. Montecinos removed a glass and a bottle of fine wine.

  She poured the elegant liquid into her flute and took a sip.

  “Ahh. Perfection like velvet. Any questions before we begin?” She flashed Kristin a smile.

  Kristin looked around at the pictures on the wall. Men. Ago gorgeous men. If she had to deal with men like that regularly, she might lose her mind. Not to mention any inhibitions she had. Four framed drawings on the desk caught her eye. Pictures of perfect men. More perfect than Kristin knew existed.

  Some looked slightly rough like they had been done by a hobbyist.

  Maybe one of the cust
omer’s drawings?

  “ Are those former models?”

  “Well, some were. These guys were my former husbands. All four of them. She smirked and winked. Well, this one will be my last. I hope,” she added with a chuckle.

  Shit. Four husbands. She thought, doing her best to maintain a neutral expression.

  “Are there any benefits? I am a freelancer for various publications, so I am paying my monthly premium. It gets expensive,” Kristin admitted.

  “Besides open access to majorly fuckable men?” Mrs. Montecinos laughed.

  Kristin raised a brow.

  “Getting laid daily keeps the doctors away. Better than an apple,” Mrs. Montecinos shrugged.

  Kristin started to cough.

  “Have a drink, I insist. It will calm your nerves.”

  The CEO threw two ice cubes into a glass before added some bubble’.

  “Thanks,” Kristin blurted out. Her voice sounded rough. She felt her throat nearly close up. After a few minutes, she began speaking.

  “I.... Mrs. Montecinos, I...” she stammered nearly falling over the words. How the hell could she say it and still get hired? How could she ask the CEO if her position offered her what every woman with a pulse hoped for? The freedom to act on her desires.

  Mrs. Montecinos smiled and sat back in her seat, folding her hands into her lap.

  “You don’t have to say a word, darling. It’s written all over your face,”

  “It is?” Kristin titled her head.

  “You want to know if you are allowed to... How can I put it?” She tapped her fingers onto the desk. You want to know if you can enjoy the fruits of your labors?”

  Kristin nodded her head.

  “Well, as they say. Happy worker means happy business.”

  Kristin took a sip of her drink.

  “Besides, how do you think I met my 4th husband?” Mrs. Montecinos stood up and opened the door.

  “Come on in, darling,”

  A muscular bronze god of a man twenty years her junior sauntered in.

  “Bella,” he said, pressing his sexy lips against Mrs. Montecinos’ cheek in greeting.

  “Good afternoon, amor mío,” she purred.

  Her mouth curved up into a devilish grin.

  “Kristin, this is Juan.”

  “Pleased to meet you,” Kristin said.

  “Pleasure is all mine,” Juan took her hand in his and brushed his lips against her hand.

  “You can head back now, honey,” Mrs. Montecinos replied, slapping his ass.

  The two of them watched him disappear into the hallway. Then Mrs. Montecinos turned to Kristin and said:” Keeping him on a tight leash has worked wonders for our marriage,” she winked.

  “So, what does the position require?”

  “Besides hand picking beautiful eye candy and enjoying yourself?” She laughed.

  Kristin shook her head.

  “I’m glad to see I haven’t scared you away, dear.”

  “Scare me? Who’d be scared? I think this is a slice of heaven.”

  Mrs. Montecinos grinned. “ Well, I’m glad to hear that. You had me concerned for a second.” She turned and opened up a file on her computer.

  “The papers will take a moment to print. Then you can get started.”

  “Great,” Kristin replied.

  “Each week, I will need you to give me your availability. If something comes up, I will require at least 48 hours notice,” Mrs. Montecinos studied Kristin with her deep brown eyes.

  “I think I’ll have 100% attendance,” Kristin said with a laugh.

  “Well, things come up in life as we all know. The salary is $30 an hour. There is a bonus if you find and book events on your own.”

  “Ok,” Kristin smiled.

  “The average sip and paint session is three hours, from 6-9 pm. Time conflicts?”

  “Nope. No husband or kids.”

  Kristin frowned. She didn’t ask you that, she thought.

  “That’s fine, welcome to the team,” she handed the forms freshly off the printer.

  “Congratulations! I think you’re going to enjoy this position. I know I have,” Mrs. Montecinos licked her lips.

  Chapter 3

  Kristin glanced at her phone. Mrs. Montecinos texted her the first job. She was to interview a prospective art model.

  Check your email.

  Kristin opened the attachment labeled R.T.

  Please schedule a time to meet up with Robert Thomas asap. I believe he has the look our artists appreciate.

  “I wonder what he looks like?” Kristin said, hitting download on her screen.

  A selfie of a man uploaded onto her laptop.

  “Holy shit!” she breathed. Robert Thomas was truly the definition of highly fuckable. Tall, dark, and handsome. A strong jawline, big blue eyes framed with thick lashes, a head full of brown hair with a slight wave.

  Kristin’s mouth flew open. “Oh my god,” she sighed quickly reading over his resume.

  Robert Thomas had done some freelance work as an actor for independent films. He also modeled in regional magazines.

  “Six foot two inches tall, size 13 shoe, twenty-five years old, fuck!” Kristin exclaimed.

  Stop it, she told herself. How the hell am I going to meet him if I can’t handle a photograph?”

  She took a deep breath and dialed the number on his resume. They were to meet later that day.

  KRISTIN ARRIVED AT the café at 6 pm dressed in a pair of black jeans and a form-fitting blouse. She wore a matching black raincoat and boots.

  She ordered tea and took a seat by the window.

  “I hope he shows up,” she whispered, watching a passing parade of people come in and out of the café. Busy for a weekday evening. She took a sip to settle her nerves and stared outside. The sky looked cloudy and grey. Large raindrops clung from the windows. The weather was not letting up. She was glad she checked the report before leaving her house.

  I’ll give him fifteen minutes, and then I’m leaving,” she said, shivering against her coat.

  “Sorry. I’m late,” A deep male voice interrupted her thoughts.

  Kristin looked up at the tall god standing a few inches from her.

  “I’m soaked,” R.T. said, holding his dress shirt.

  “You’re not the only one,” Kristin replied, a rose blush covering her cheeks.

  “I’m R.T. Robert Taylor,” Robert extended his hand to her, which she took.

  His hand felt good clasped around hers. She let her eyes pass over his frame and smiled.

  “You’re here for the artist model position?”

  “What else?” he returned her grin. I am about to order a coffee can I get you anything?”

  Besides your cock inside me? She thought and bit the inside of her lip.

  “No, I’m good.”

  “How’s the candidate?” Her phone dinged.

  “Perfect,” Kristin texted.

  “I needed something to wake me up.” He took a sip of his coffee.

  “I’m glad you showed up . This weather.. damn.” She covered her mouth and yawned.

  “Yeah, the right kind of weather to be cuddling in bed with a fire,” R.T. replied, a smile playing on his sexy lips.

  Kristin ignored his comment and continued. She needed to be serious now. At least for the moment, as much as her body screamed for some satisfaction.

  “I read over your credentials. I am very impressed. All I want to know is when can you start?” Kristin tried to avert her gaze from his muscular chest that seemed to be begging for her touch practically.

  “When do you need me to start, Mrs...?”

  “Yesterday. And it’s just Kristin. No, Mrs.”

  “Ok, No. Mrs. So what’s the schedule?” R.T. flirted his eyes locked with hers.

  Kristin scrolled through her text messages from Mrs. Montecinos.

  “At this point in time, Friday evenings and Saturday nights from 6-9 pm. Seventy-five dollars for a session.”

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p; R.T. shook his head.

  “So, how does that sound?”

  “Great,” he leaned forward, eliminating the space between them.

  “Any questions?” Kristin stared at R.T. God. Could you be any more handsome? And that cologne? Such a man. Fuck. I could eat you up.

  “Will you be there?”

  Kristin averted her gaze.

  “I was really looking forward to getting to know you better. Pardon my boldness.”

  Kristin smirked and reached into her bag and removed a business card.

  “Boldness is what gets you hired. Never forget that.”

  “Nice meeting you, Kristin. I’m about to leave unless there’s anything else?”

  Kristin rose from her seat and ran her hands over her pants, smoothing out the wrinkles. She took out an umbrella from her attache and struggled to open it.

  She watched R.T. remove his cell phone and heard him say.

  “I need a taxi.”

  Kristin cleared her throat and against her better judgment that little voice nipping at her

  “I’ll take you home.”

  Chapter 4

  “Thank you,” R.T. said, following Kristin out of the coffee shop parking lot.

  Kristin clicked the key fob and led the way.

  “My pleasure,” she replied, inhaling the scent of his cologne. She looked down at his hand. No wedding band. He seemed kind of young for that type of commitment.

  “Let me get that for you.” R.T. removed the umbrella from her hands and held it over the two of them.

  “Thanks. So tell me about yourself, Robert. What does your wife say about your modeling?”

  She bit her lip to keep from laughing. She knew how obvious she sounded, but she didn’t care. She was in the mood for a little something, something even if it was with a stranger.

  “No. I can’t say I am. No kids either. You?”

  “There’s my car,” Kristin replied, pointing to the black Camry. She unlocked the doors and hopped in beside the steering wheel with R.T. at her side.

  “ Some rain out there. I couldn’t let you waste your money and time on a taxi.”