Turning heads around wherever they went was nothing unusual for them, if anything the opposite was. And what was there not to love? For Sylver it was the attention and all the spotlights that came with it, while Candi found pretty charming the discrete and not-so-discrete glances, quickly turning away or daringly trying to hold on for as long as possible. As for Blackcheri, it was the feeling of power -being able to catch all the eyes wherever they went, flaunting her beauty and the delicious company she had at her mercy. In fact, it was something she revelled in doing.

So it had come both as a surprise and not when someone approached them during one of their nights at one of their favourite clubs, one that Candi -well, all of them, really- loved to dance the night away. Booming beats, plenty of drink, and swirling lights; all of it paired with them giving their all. It was then that it happened. A deliciously bouncy and curvy chick, with a long and flowing mane and a tank top-jeans outfit that seemed to struggle holding her. She carried a message with a tempting offer from her boss. Someone had gotten wind of them, their beauty, and their antics, and wanted them to pose for a statue. And after sneaking a presentation card on Sylver’s bust and blowing them a kiss with those sultry and full lips, they lost her in the crowd.

A chance to flaunt their beauty, and make a work of art? No need to think twice about it. The card was rather sparse detail-wise, only with a name on it and an address. No email, no phone number, nothing. A quick search could easily solve it though, as it gave them the location, and a cab swiftly took them there. And following the trend, the building was nothing special to look at. On the outside, at least. A large block of smooth concrete walls loomed over them, the opaque windows mirroring the street as it stretched tall into the sky. Almost like it was trying to compete with those that surrounded it.

- Are we sure this is the place? -Asked Candi, looking up at the concrete giant before lowering her eyes at the card again.- Right direction, right number. Attic. Looks a bit…

- Bland? Unremarkable? -Finished Blackcheri for Sylver.

- Maybe a teensy bit.

- For such an eccentric artist, I expected something… else. Something flashier, different, more… something more.

- You know what they say, BC: never judge a book by its cover. - Quipped Sylver, always the enthusiastic and happy go lucky one.- Besides, we did not get that girl’s name! At least I didn't…

- Do not worry your little head, Sylver, none of us did. - Sighed Blackcheri, exchanging a glance with Candi.- Is there some bell to ring, or…

- Yep, right here. Attic, Bella, artist. 

A beeping sound came from the intercom as Candi pressed the button, a circle of tiny white lights switching on around the camera. A familiar voice came out of it a moment later.

- This is Bella Durand’s Studio, how may I- Oh, it’s you ladies! Wonderful to see you. Come in, and I’ll have an elevator on the way.

The door opened with a low chime, the other two women following Candi inside as it closed softly behind them, almost not being heard. The inside was well-lit and clean, with a couple of potted plants here and there, and a large mirror. Great place to make sure they were perfect looking, their high heels clacking loudly against the white marble tiles while doing so. It was almost like someone had let a mare loose. The elevators were close by, one of them with its button lit and a descending arrow on the floor marker. And as the intercom voice had said, a moment and a chime later, the door slid open.

It was impossible to miss, as a big sign clearly labelled the doors of each floor. And the studio stood on top, having all the attic for itself. As the door slid shut and the elevator hummed, soft music filled the otherwise silent space, but the emotions were palpable. Expectations and fantasies merged into one another, while a certain giddiness permeated through them all. No matter how tough and distant Blackcheri wanted to make herself look, her façade of disinterest would not fool her lover and their friend. 

Ding!

A single sound was enough to send a chill down their backs, as they stepped out of it and faced the single dark wooden door that stood before them. Otherwise it was a short corridor that went left and right, the white marble having yet again a couple of potted plants for some greenery and life. But before they could take a single step, a somewhat familiar face showed up, opening the door for them.

Despite the pretty different look, they recognised her as the chick at the club. Her outfit left little to imagination: a tight blouse that looked like it was struggling not to pop off, and a mini skirt so short that calling it tiny was generous. All of it completed by some dark high heeled slippers and her long mane tied in a long ponytail. The woman beamed at their sight, the trio towering over her as they stood on their own high heeled shoes, almost a head taller.

- Please, come in! Miss Bella will be happy to see you!

As they stepped inside, the secretary walked back behind her table, a simple and sleek design of light wood with a matching chair, typing something on her laptop as she did so. The way she moved her body, each move oozing sensuality like a veteran dancer, it was clear that, despite the radical change in looks, it was her. And her workplace, the design of both pieces with enough curves to  match her own, made Blackcheri think about it; maybe “work” was not the first purpose they had. The reception lacked any seats beside the chair, looking like it was separated by an artificial wall from the rest of the studio, a screen of cream colour that moved to the right, funnelling their eyes and carrying over the echo of approaching footsteps. They wouldn’t have to wait long.

The steps quickened, almost too eager to meet them, and burst through the curtain that kept the end of the corridor behind it. The artist was every bit as gorgeously sexy, and beautiful as the rest of the women in that small space. A towering brunette, and not just by her white high-heels, towering a good head over them, with a cascade of onyx tied in a long and flowing ponytail. Her full lips curled into a sultry smile, one of satisfaction and anticipation, as her green pupils took a good look at each of them, sizing them from head to toe. And her body was hard not to gawk at, standing on par with all of them; the white dress she wore covered the barest of minimums while leaving little to imagination. As the finishing touch, a stone pendant hung over her bountiful chest, contrasting with the otherwise light she irradiated.

- Excellent work, Claire! - Said the woman, the secretary beaming as a result.- But where are my manners? Isabella Durand.

- Call me Candi. - She introduced herself, shaking her hand. - My friends are Sylver-

- Hiya! Pleased to meet you!

- …and Blackcheri. - Candi finished.

- Charmed. - Said Blackcheri, her tone slightly aloof and distant.

- Pleasure is all mine! - The woman beamed. - Has my secretary told you anything about how I work?

- Not yet, Miss Bella.

- No matter. It will be easier to explain as I show you my other pieces. Now, if you please, follow me.

Leaving the secretary to her devices, the sculptress took the lead, going down the hallway with the three women in tow. A dark wall separated the entrance from the rest of the studio, but their attention was elsewhere, since the sculptress was almost hypnotic to look at, her whole figure bouncing at every single step as a clacking cacophony marched with them. The layout funnelled them towards the corner, and the moment they turned around it, the space opened up. It was a massive studio that doubled as a gallery and tripled as a storage room, empty pedestals dotting the place here and there. No wonder it took up almost all of the attic, with Bella’s works greeting them in their beauty and glory.

The sculptress turned around with almost a twirl, a beaming smile on her face. She puffed out her chest, swelling with so much pride and delight that it felt overpowering. And intoxicating.

- Please, feel free to walk around a bit. And if you want, do touch the pieces. In fact, I encourage you to do so. 

It was a lot to process in a single sitting, the gallery almost overwhelming as the trio disbanded. Walking among the statues on display, the attention of each woman went from one to another, lost in the wonderfully alluring stonework. 

A beautiful lone woman with shoulder-length hair knelt on a small and low pedestal, her grey stone form sprinkled with cyan veins that seemed to follow and match the curves of her figure. While her legs remained folded, making her butt look impossibly round and smooth, her hands relaxed on her knees, the fingers curled like she was almost meditating. She serenely looked forward with a small but kind smile, never minding she was on full display.

- They look so lifelike. - Said Candi, gently touching another statue, a woman on down fours, her legs apart just enough to tease any who dared look. However, following the sultry look on her blank gaze, she was met with statues that might explain her expression.

Two buxom beauties stood back-to-back, flaunting their beauty in a contest to see who would draw more attention. One of them, tall and with a curly mane, ran her hands across the cascade of stone, partially hiding her face but not her teasing smile. Almost like it dared them to come closer and lay their hands on her. And her partner-in-crime, while not as daring, did not lag far behind. A smooth mane, perfectly combed and flowing behind her, not hiding her beauty. She held her hands clasped over her head, with a serious expression that almost judged the audience before her.

And despite their competition, both of them shared the lovely grey hue of stone, the indigo and emerald of both joining and intertwining on the pedestal they shared.

- They look amazing! - Squealed Sylver, mimicking the poses of different statues in a flutter of giggles.

- Thanks! - Beamed Bella, overflowing with pride.

- How did you manage to sculpt them? - Asked Blackcheri, eyeing the couple of rivals. - They look almost… too good.

She leaned to get a good look at the nearest statue. Even if this third one was all by herself, her smirk made it clear she cared little. With a lean and well-endowed figure, her pose only made that more apparent. A slightly flexed leg only drew attention upwards; her hands were firmly planted on her hips, cocked to the side and leaving her womanhood in sight. Her hourglass shape led to a well-endowed chest, puffed and showing her breasts with all the confidence she could fit.

- That’s some of the highest praise I’ve ever gotten. - Beamed the artist, her grin almost too wide. - Truth is, I work in a bit of an unorthodox way.

- Really now? - She went from that one to a statue that stood nearby, bending forward to inspect a kneeling woman of grey and pink. Even if her arms concealed her crotch, they did so while trapping her immense bust between them, her lips pursed in pleasure.

- Indeed. First, I use hypnosis to relax the model, so that she can pose without inhibitions.

- I see. - The goth bombshell mused, her gaze fixed on the full lips of the statue. - Clever.

- I do encourage you to take a closer look. - The sculptress insisted, looking at Sylver. - Your friend seems very enthusiastic about it.

- She is. - Blackcheri agreed. - She tends to be carefree… maybe a bit too much.

The sculptress walked around the statue, caressing her form with a single, teasing finger. - That’s not all of it, is it?

Blackcheri stiffened a bit at the question, speaking in a tone so that neither Candi or Sylver could hear them. - And what exactly do you mean by that?

She didn’t mean to blurt those words in such a way, but the fact remained she had nonetheless done so. And the sculptress, even with her charming smile, knew she had struck something delicate.

- Nothing at all, don’t get me wrong. But I have worked with couples before-

- I can see that. - Blackcheri spatted, eyeing the couple of statues, while her two companions had fun mimicking them while giggling. - But she also knows her place well enough.

- I did not imply otherwise. - The woman quickly specified. - But even you can’t deny that she can be a bit too… much. Gorgeous, kind, bubbly… quite the eye candy. The kind to hog the spotlight, even if she doesn’t mean it.

Blackcheri said nothing, instead following Sylver with the gaze as she mimicked another pose, planting one hand on her hip and using the other to blow a kiss at her. She also leaned forward, giving her a good look of her bust while shooting a wink at her. Candi followed suit, taking the exact same pose at the other side of the statue, rising up to three kisses blown in their direction.

- Ah… -  Sighed Bella. - They would make a wonderful set.

- They would. - Blackcheri agreed. - But they are already taken.

- That they are, you are very lucky to have them. I don’t think they have anything in mind, but what about you? Do you have anything specific, or do we improvise?

The woman in the dark outfit did not answer at first, mesmerised at the sight of her girlfriend and their very close friend fooling around. But she would not admit her true feelings to this stranger, or further than she already had anyway. - You are the artist here.

- Mhm. - The sculptress nodded, looking at the two women for a moment, before standing up and clapping twice. - I’m glad to see you enjoy my work, ladies, now follow me, and we shall get started!

Those words immediately caught Sylver’s attention, who stopped switching poses and quickly made her way to the woman, dragging Candi in tow. Her strut made her bounce all over, much more than usual, and barely was able to hold her excitement, antics that made her friend giggle, and the brooding goth huff. It did not go past her though, the pink haired bombshell creeping closer and closer to Blackcheri, much to her annoyance and their friend’s amusement. No matter how hard she was trying to keep up the façade, the enthusiasm was intoxicating.

Meanwhile, Bella surveyed the gallery with an expert eye, trying to find a fitting place for them, even if she had a creeping idea on her mind. Near the entrance, so they could wow any visitors or models? No, the rest of the collection could look underwhelming after that. Maybe slightly hidden, so that they felt like a grand treasure to find? No, that wouldn’t work either, they deserved better. Yes, that idea would do perfectly.

A single finger motioned for them to follow, as she walked around statues and pedestals with graceful agility, leading them to one that rested in the middle of the whole collection. Like the rest of them, it was low and made of smooth, polished stone, while having a perfect circular shape.

- Here we are! - She exclaimed. - Now, I do have to ask you to please strip off your outfits.

- Here? - Blurted out Candi, Blackcheri frowning at the request.- Out in the open? What if someone else comes?

- Then we invite them to watch! - Blurted out Sylver, quickly complying with the order and throwing her clothes around with little care.

- I understand your reserves, but I assure you no one will. At this moment, this place is for you and you only. - She elaborated. - Besides, inspiration comes much easier when the model looks like the statues around. 

- I guess…

Candi and Blackcheri both discarded their clothes, neatly folding them and laying them down. In fact, Bella helped Sylver do the same with those she had carelessly thrown. But the three women, nude as they were, couldn’t help but try to cover themselves a bit.

- Ooh. The floor is chilly!

- Yes, Sylver. It is. - Muttered Blackcheri, trying to build up confidence while balancing the shame with the annoyance. 

- I understand that this is rather unorthodox, but it won’t be long until you forget about it.  - Bella said, unclasping her pendant. - Now, if you were so kind as to look here…

The silvery chains gleamed and twisted around her fingers, letting out a gentle hum while doing so, but the woman made sure the garment was the focus of their attention. An oval of stone, perfectly cut and polished, giving it a smooth and round look around the edge, swaying gently. There were some veins that ran across it, two lighter ones and a darker one.

Left.

Right.

Left.

Right.

Left.

It moved gently, from one end of the arch to another. It was steady and easy to follow, while the humming sound filled their ears. The smooth stone, the clear hum… it made them feel oddly calm.

- You feel calm and relaxed.

Right.

Hum…

Left.

Hum…

Right.

- Good, good. There is only the stone and you ladies. 

They watched the stone. It was sort of round in shape. Firm and smooth. With tiny darker dots and small glints. And it had veins and lines. They looked like branches. Or small streams that joined together.

Right.

Hum…

Left.

Hum…

Right.

- Good girls.  - Spoke Bella, her voice musical and quiet. - You are all doing great. There is only the stone and you ladies.

There was no answer, their eyes looking- no, fixed on the stone she kept swaying. They were completely transfixed by it, barely noticing her close the small distance. Their bodies were relaxed, having stopped trying to cover themselves, and Bella was sure she was starting to see some saliva glisten on their lips.

- You look wonderfully calm and relaxed, ladies. - Bella said. - Now, please, imagine yourselves sucking something.

The three women immediately pursed their lips and did as told, their glossy lipstick reflecting the light of the room as they moved. She gave a couple of commands, just to be sure. The imagination of nails in chalkboard quickly soured their expressions, being those of displeasure and disgust. And when told to be sleepy, their eyelids closed gently, remaining motionless even as they stood. In the privacy of her mind, Bella clapped at her work.

- Your pedestal awaits. Step on it.

They did as told, quickly filling the pedestal and finding out it was smaller than first anticipated. One of them would have fallen short, so maybe two would have been the correct choice. Regardless, when they had been described to her, alluringly sexy under the strobe lights and the music beats… Their gorgeously bouncy and curvy bodies were almost enough to make her drool and kickstart her arousal.

She recalled her words with Blackcheri, and the antics of Sylver and Candi around the statues. And, joy of joys, the goth so happened to be sandwiched between her two partners. Her lips curled into a lascivious smile.

- Sylver, show Blackcheri how much you love her. And you too, Candi.

Moving the best way they could, their curves rubbed against the other. A cramped and slow dance where their breasts clashed and bounced, the hands of them all starting to caress and to dare. Blackcheri and Sylver kissed, while the goth gently rubbed the leg of their friend. They gasped at the advances, as Candi pressed her breasts against the back and dark mane of the goth, reaching for the bubbly pink bimbo with a teasing finger. No inhibitions, no worries. Just the three of them.

- Only stone and you ladies. - The sculptress recited, taking a couple of steps back, feeling her own arousal flare. She fanned herself with her hand, keeping her composure, but grinning and loving the display all the same. - You are doing fantastic.

Blackcheri’s tongue went from Sylver’s mouth to Candi’s, leaving behind a broken trail of saliva and kissing over her shoulder the best she could. Her hands never let go of her girlfriend though, pressing them closer together. It was something that Sylver was eager to help with. She slightly twisted her body, getting between her lover’s legs, and used her right hand to circle around Blackcheri and reach from their friend’s shapely rear. Approving moans filled the gallery as the three did their best to be as close as they could, Candi raising her right leg to try and circle the three of them somehow. It was in vain though, no matter how flexible she was.

There was no reason to leave her out of the fun, though, as Blackcheri’s right hand let go of Sylver and held Candi’s leg tight against her. The muffled moan of approval came immediately, as the woman's left hand sneaked around them and reached for Sylver’s hip while her right hand dived among the boobs, and gently cupped the goth’s right one. She even gave a playful squeeze, earning a delightful eek from her lover.

However, the girlfriend demanded attention, reaching for Blackcheri’s mouth with eager lips. She surrounded her neck with her left arm, pulling her into a loving and passionate embrace; something to which the dark haired woman answered by sneaking her left arm around her waist and pulling her closer. Candi was not left out though, as her left hand gently moved to rest on Blackcheri’s embracing arm. Just as her leg was held tighter and pulled closer, smashing her bust into the back of the goth.

- Only stone ladies.

Movement ceased, the three women completely still. For a moment, only Bella’s slightly gasping breathing could be heard in the room, but it was quickly overshadowed by something else. A cracking noise, dry but not unpleasant, and one that she knew well. A tune that started as a gentle whisper but was quickly crescending into a commanding rhythm.

Crawling up from the pedestal, the stone laid claim to the three women, moving up their feet into the legs. A uniform light grey that took over their fair skins and polished nails, carving their soft and malleable legs into firm and alluring columns that would hold them in place. It reached their crotches and hips, working in complete silence; spreading to the goth’s hand, holding the leg of her lover. It spread to the arms and the hands that embraced their forms, rendering them into delicate and detailed stonework, while the gloss of their nails seemed to become part of it.

Moving onwards, it sculpted their hourglass curves into stone, no matter how twisted or posed they were. Regardless of how the breasts were smashed against the backs or each other, of the hand that cupped it. All of it hardened into grey stone, becoming impossible smooth and firm. Forever to remain as they were, no matter their shape.

The petrification reached their shoulders, joining from the same wave that had been making its way up the arms and forming a single front. It was unstoppable, going up their necks and into their heads. Their delicate jawlines, their full lips, all turned into flawless statuary. Candi’s gentle and sultry smile, always reaching for a three way kiss. Blackcheri’s and Sylver’s passionate smooch. All stone, as their faces became timeless masks to hold their expressions, even if their eyes were blank or closed. And their colourful manes followed suit. A dark and smooth mane, a curly mess of pink and a wavy cascade or orange and gold. All of it paled and turned to pale grey, hardening into a wonderfully sculpted piece of statuary.

The cracking lost strength, but it did give them one finishing touch before fading. Growing louder, spots of colour appeared all over their bodies. They were distant, and not that many, but following the sound, they spread. They were like branches that grew and lengthened, forming veins of hue against the uniform shade. Gold, crimson, and purple, they grew strong on the hair, making their way down across the faces and busts. They dotted their silhouettes, shapes as curvy as their hourglass figures, racing down their rears and legs to join together at the base of the pedestal. Crimson and purple intertwined, the first having the other dance around it, and the gold joining them anywhere it could.

Finally, the dance came to an end, the cracking finishing abruptly and suddenly, leaving only some aroused pants to fill the void.

Bella watched full of emotion, with the widest and happiest grin she could bear. She closed the distance slowly, raising a shaky hand as she gently caressed the leg one of the statues held. Blackcheri stood in the middle, passionately kissing her girlfriend and embracing her with the left hand while holding the right leg of Candi with the other. Candi pressed her body against the form of the goth, smiling as she watched them kiss; right hand cupping and squeezing a boob while the other joined the embracing arm in doing so. And Sylver squeezed herself against her girlfriend, embracing her around the shoulders while the other rested over Candi’s left hand.

Oh, the joy and curse of not being able to see all angles at once. She ran her eyes across their forms walking around them, her high-heels clacking in the silence. All of them shared the grey background of the other statues, but the gold, crimson and purple were their own. And as she made her way down to the pedestal, they all came together in the end.

- I hereby rechristen you as “Tricolour”. - She said softly.

She clutched the pendant in her hand, glancing around at the empty pedestals. More beauties would take their place in due time, with her secretary among them. But until then she had work to do, and Claire would love to see her latest craft. Looking up at the trio of statues as she walked away, the sculptress sighed, incredibly happy and proud. They had set the bar incredibly high; so she would have to make sure the new additions lived up to it. And that included herself.