Yes, Ms. Robinson : Book 1

Domineering Ms. Robinson

Previously on Yes, Ms. Robinson...

And it was her. Ms. Robinson, the Eliza Robinson that all around the world have come to know for her designs. She was like Elle Saab, but in some cases from other, they said she was better and more modern, so upbeat that she was the future. As she arrives to the bottom step, the last I stand up in a hurry and fold my hands.

I am still looking at Ms. Robinson's heels, as the closer she comes to me and the farther she is leaving her steps... When I am looking up at her, facing eye to eye she smiles and the most wonderful sound I hear is coming from her. "Ms. Black," it gives me chills down my spine her silky, yet Viper-like voice. "Hello."

I am left speechless by this beautiful woman, my mouth hung. I bend my knees, grabbing the glass of water from the low rise center table.

Now...

Ashley's pov

I chugged down some water. "Hello M-Ms. Robinson." I stammered

Ms. Robinson giggled. She sounds like bells. "I hope your arrival here was quite graceful and alright, though you are in one piece that's good," she smiles.

I gasp and smile. "Oh yes!" I laughed. "how is your morning so far Ms. Robinson?'

"Great, I had a fine morning, you so far?"

I cleared my throat. "Just fine..." I trailed off with silence. "Shall we get started?" I asked.

"Yes." she whispered.

Ms. Robinson takes off her rode, I notice then she's in a long black gown that reveals her caramel toned breast, they were very round and bouncy. She lies down on a red velvet chaise lounge chair. I am passed a huge landscape canvas. I take out my paints, pencils, brushes and large wooden palette.

"Oh no," Ms. Robinson raised her voice. "No not with those things Ms.Black, ugh no we have much more... propper art supplies, as well with the canvas we have here in front of you."

I scoffed. "Excuse me, what exactly is wrong with my art supplies Ms. Robinson?" I asked.

She laughed. "Nothing wrong by it, Ms. Black please." the young maid came with nice paint brushes and clean water, and a cherry wood paint palette. I swear Ms. Robinson thought my supplies were crumby! Yes they were old supplies but there is nothing wrong with them though the fancy supplies were nice and I'm sure were expensive as hell.

I thought I could ask this question before I start painting. "After your portrait is done, may I keep these supplies?" I asked.

She smiled brightly. "They were for you in the beginning, a great artist should have a top quality brush, and I'm sure the old brushes had great quality but it's always nice for a change, don't you think so Ms. Black?"

I nodded. "Okay, now stay still please and pose in a comfortable position where you don't have to shift or thrash much," I instructed. She did as I said, she lie on her side, with the side of her head resting on her palm and the arm up and bent. Her left breast leaned out more as she was on her side... Her breast were just so... I ached to touch them, they were probably bigger than mines.

Then that's when I took out the colors, squirting them on the palette. I grabbed my pencils and started outlining....

As I finished painting Ms. Robinson, it had become sort of awkward so she spoke to break the ice. "Ms. Black, what are you to do later on after painting me?" she asked.

I froze for a moment, asking myself the same question. "I am doing nothing actually, except going out shopping with the money you gave me, I was going to buy things for my friends at home,"