Dirty Imagines

"Babe, hurry up, I need you tonight" Zayn yells down the hall at me."I'm coming, though you never really told me what for."
"You'll see when we get there, its a surprise"
We climb in the car and Zayn is rubbing his hands together with excitement. It's been a while since I've seen him like this. It makes me happy.
We pull up to a conference center and I still cant figure it out. There's a gala going on tonight of some sort. What Zayn has to do with it, is whats confusing me.
We are shown around back and I watch all the beautiful girls get their hair done and some make up applied. Its not your typical makeup, so again, I'm at a loss.
A lady steps around and shows Zayn where he will be set up and takes my hand introducing me to a stylist who will be doing my hair and make up. I am given a fluffy white robe to put on, all clothes are to be off.
I watch as girls are lead back to where Zayn has been put but no one comes back this way.
"What happens to the girls?" I ask the stylist she just tells me they are lined up, given shoes and given instructions.
Instructions for what? I don't know if I should demand answers or just go with the flow. Zayn would never ask me to do something that would upset me, so I go with the flow.
After my hair and makeup is finished she turns me around to let me see the final product. I'm in shock. My hair is cascading in waves down the sides with a braid encircling the top part of my head, almost a Grecian look.
"Zayn will see you now"
I walk to where she pointed and its set up as a tent. I step inside and I see his airbrush equipment, a table and a stool. He smiles and greets me with a kiss.
"You said you always wanted to be a model, tonight you get to be just that. The only difference is you'll be nude"
My jaw drops to the floor, I'm sure.
"Relax, you'll be clothed in body paint. Amazingly it will look like you have clothes on. You tonight are a Greek Goddess. So, disrobe so I can get started, we don't have much time.
I step up on a pedestal as he starts at my shoulders. The air and paint is cool to my skin. I watch the seriousness on his face as he paints his masterpiece on my skin.
The air is forceful but not so much that it hurts. As it skims across my nipple, I gasp, He smiles and moves across my body to the other one, again I gasp. This is not the time or place to get turned on I try to remind myself.
He gets to my pelvic area and needs me to step down but place my foot on a stool. I do this as he paints the inside of my legs. The paint and air skim across my folds and I suck in some air. Zayn laughs.
With each swipe of paint he gets closer to my core and he lifts my leg up to make sure all skin is covered. The air brushes my clit and I touch his shoulder to maintain balance. He is almost finished, thank goodness. His finger smooths out some of the paint and glides across my clit intentionally. I look down at him as he bites his lower lip. I now have to do this all hot and bothered. He shows me to a mirror and I'm in awe. Though naked, I look as though I have on a toga with gold accents around my neck. Complete with gold bracelets and other jewelry adorning my body.
I'm then rushed outside to a room full of people applauding and ahh-ing over how spectacular all the models look.
Our job is do to nothing but mingle with the crowd and be admired.
At the end I am given the robe to go home in. The drive home is silent. I have sang his praises all night. Tonight was his night. When we arrive at his place I immediately go to the shower and he follows me.
He picks up a rag and lathers it and goes to work on my back. When he is finished he turns me around and starts on the front. When my breasts are clean he kisses and sucks each nipple, then makes his way down. He holds my leg up to get between my legs, gently rubbing and cleaning me. His finger lingers on my clit.
My arms go around his neck as he stands up and pushes me against the wall. I wrap my legs around him and he enters me, pushing me against the warm shower wall. His mouth finds mine and we engage in a kiss as his cock fills every inch of me. I moan into his mouth. I will not last long. He pushes harder then again. I rest my head on his shoulder as I breathe heavily, riding out my orgasm that has been on hold for hours. He comes soon after breathing heavily through his nose as water is running down his face.
He lets me down easy and turns off the water.
"After you goddess"

Notes

You just happen to be the one that picked Zayn - alone. This is my masterpiece I have been working on. Hope you enjoy it as uch as I enjoyed writing it.