Veronica's secretary noticed she was absolutely gleaming more than usual. What they didn't know was that she was relieving the chaotic pleasures of her husband and some of his campus's students having a steamy shower, as well as the navigating of tension while all of them were wearing her uniforms.

"Everything alright ma'am?"

"Oh heavenly. Has there been any progress on the source of rising sickness towards the citizens?"

"Our sources has been varied. Some say it's toxins from the air, others say it's from the rivers, and others are worried it might regard the rumors of the cult?"

"So someone's intentionally polluting it? That's not good, we have to find out who! Get on it immediately!"

 "Yes ma'am. Also, you have an appointment with one of our workers."

"Who?"

"The employee who filed a complaint against the intern who's finger you accidentally broke."

"Oh yeah."

A few days ago, her employees didn't notice her, all focused on Florence Jumari, someone with a hot-headed attitude but a clear lack of self restraint. Her blond fiery hair and upfront demeanor was something that lead Veronica to hire her.

Unfortunately, none of the guys wanted her or made the first move, and Veronica noticed that first hand when she grabbed the balls of Skyland Timings, a young timid male not too out of college.

"Come on, let's have some fun later. You barely talk at all during office time. I'm sure you're," tightening her grip so hard, Veronica could see the shape of his pelvis in her hands, "very loud, if we're alone."

Skyland panicked and punched her in the face while whimpering, almost like he soiled himself.

"What the hell you jerk," about to swing back when Veronica jumped in, catching Florence's fist and twisted her fingers.

"That's enough! Florence, you're be scheduling an appointment with HR. Until then you're suspended from your duties. Skyland, I'll set up an appointment with you soon."

In the present now she recalled it. "Um self-internal injuries are covered by our insurance policy?"

"Yes but with the money we're losing, it'll probably won't happen."

"We have to get to the source. Huh, no wonder morale is so low. Alright, first I'll meet with Sykland, then we'll pour all our resources, right Stephanie?"

Stephanie Chavez, her secretary, raised her glasses back up. "If only that enthusiasm could improve our payment. Alright, he'll be in soon."

Skyland Timings found himself sweating puddles in front of Veronica.

"Mr. Timings, I mean Skyland. Mind if I call you Skyland?" He nodded. "Great! Well I know why you signed up, but I asked around, and it seems you're not entirely comfortable with certain groups. Is something wrong, would you prefer I move you to a different unit?"

"No it's not that. I'm--I'm not very good with women."

"Huh?! But you signed up knowing that-"

"Well that's true, but I genuinely care about environmental consulting. It's just, I haven't been around many women until a few years ago, and it's something I've been trying to deal with. Florence and I were supposed to do some research regarding sightings near the forest but I panicked and cancelled. Then what happened earlier and, I apologize," bowing, "for making a big deal over nothing."

Veronica shook her head. "Don't say that, your feelings are just as valid as anyone else. There has to be something I can do. How about you take a leave of absence for like a week or something?"

"Like a break?"

"Paid, sure. We'll do our best with our issue. I know there's an all girl's school program that could use some volunteers. How about you engage in exposure therapy, it should be some good stress relief. They don't have experience with men outside of some examples, so you'll have other people in your shoes. What do you say?"

"Well," wiping his face and brown hair, "it couldn't hurt."

"Perfect," writing down and email the details. 

The start of the next week, he headed to the all girls high school, where he'd be volunteering as an assistant. To his surprise, it was with an art teacher.

"Good morning. You must be Skyland Timings. Veronica's told me a lot about you, My name is Jacqui Levi," offering a handshake. She was light skin, had on glasses, long wavy hair, nice set of curves, a loose shirt shirt with open space, and overalls. 

"Skyland Timings," nervous. "Um, I'm not really sure I'm qualified for teaching art."

"Not to worry. This week they're pretty used to the hard stuff so we're trying something a lot more fun. Body painting! I'll give you a crash course."

She gave him the basics, showing everyone their easel.

'I give them a timer. For one part of the time, they map out what they want to create, then the second part, they use their gloves to trace and draw whatever they want on the easel. It's time for them to challenge their creativity and be expressive as much as they want. Should make things a bit easier after the art history assignment I gave them."

"They have to do research for art?"

"Of course they do. Art goes back a long way and there's a lot more to it than just drawing on a paper. Themes of expression, figures who used it to make a point, cultural significance, innovation, be cameras before they were invented," guiding his hand towards a paint brush. "And for some, a means to escape, to find tranquility, and to get lost in a world of their own creation. Care to try too?"

"Well, if I have the time. I'll help out the students as best as I can."

"Perfect, thank you again."

The two set everything up by the time of second period, where most of the young adults were surprised to meet him. Ms. Levi asked them all to be kind to him since he was volunteering. After he introduced himself and his career, a girl raised her finger.

"My dad started getting sick pretty lately. Why aren't you doing anything to help?"

Skyland crouched down. "I'm still new at my job, but my firm is doing everything they can to find the source. I joined because my home was ravaged by greedy people who did terrible things in the name of profit and spent years trying to fix it. Now I want to do the same, but I want to connect with people first. Could I get your name?"

The young lady offered it to him, and he called Stephanie to have some look into it. He quickly reverted back to his more shy self, apologizing for making everyone worry. Throughout the day, he helped out with supplies,  reshuffling, stopping some ladies from combating each other, taking the brunt of a potential paint war, and tried to help out with outlines as best as he could, trying to get used to it. His fear of women was slowly decreasing as the week went by, though getting startled every now then required Jacqui to intervene.

By Friday, he had done more cleaning up towards the end of the day. Ms. Levi asked him to stay behind, and the two spent several hours putting it away. By the time they were done, it was almost five pm. The only thing left was these strange white canvas spread across the tables and most of the bean bags and cushion lounges for the students to sit. Jacqui sprayed different body paint she claimed was edible.

"Isn't the school closing soon?"

"Well teachers can stay as long as they want, as long as we check out," locking the door. "Now, we get to have all the fun to ourselves," flirtatiously reaching for his head.

"Ms. Levi, what's going on?"

"Please, call me Jacqui. We're going to take a more hands on approach to exposure therapy," showing him the body paint. "The reason I asked you to come with a different change of clothes is that we're going to be doing body paint, except this time, it'll be with our," leaning closer, "whole," whispering, "bodies." She gazed down to see his erection.

"I don't know about this."

Jacqui grazed his hand. "Veronica told me what happened, and I get that. So I want to exposure you to the pleasures of being a woman who is gentle with you, comfortable with you, and goes at your own pace."

"Am I really read for that?"

She nodded. "Anyone who can make my girls happy is a good person. And work stresses me out sometimes, and I just get so worked up," lightly thrusting on her body, "so I really want to lighten your load before you go. May we?"

He couldn't resist. Despite his fears, she gave him no reason to not trust her. She caressed the same hand that frightened him a week ago. "You have a wonderful heart. Pick a color, red or blue."

"Hmm, blue."

She painted his mouth blue while she doused herself with red paint.

"Let's make purple," watching him slowly closes his eyes and pucker up, passionately tasting each other's mouths for the desire to learn. She opened her eyes ever so slightly to see how he'd react, tracing red paint around his face when she grinned. For every second he was hesitating, he would open his eyes and she would stop to let him do whatever he wanted with a smile on her face.

What she didn't expect was him kissing her forehead and cheeks, ever so rubbing his blue paint over her red before asking her to open her mouth. Excitement poured down her face when he leaned in with a soft gentle takeover of her lips while his hands painted all over, adding to the paint that she already made.

Then a timer went off and she pulled away. "Every two minutes, the other person takes charge," pressing it back. "By the way, it's completely edible too. Would you like to keep it,or you decide?"

"Hmm, well could you just go slow and steady?"

"Of course,  I'll be gentle with you and your paint brush. Tonight, we'll become each other's canvas. Can we get more intimate."

His nod was quick, prompting her to lift up his shirt and kiss him more, teasing his neck, while her hands drove around his arms with different colors, leading him to a couch with green and orange, messing up his undershirt before tracing them alongside her body sliding underneath it. Her lips massaged his chest from his stomach, and he moaned at her chomping at his nipples, pulsating at such an unknown pleasure.

"I didn't know, AH, know it was so sensitive."

She pulled up to his face and his neck was covered in four different colors. "Art explores and embraces our strengths and weaknesses," massaging him with more kisses while guiding his hands to her backside when the timer went off.

She leaned towards his ear. "Turn me into your slutty art project, and make my ass any color you want," ripping off some of her clothes so slightly. "Start any-where-you want."

He put his business face on. A client hired him to excel, and embraced his fears. From behind, he had to please her without looking at her: finding the source of the problem at her wet snatch.

One rip of her pants and a spank later, her moans echoed through the room. "That's the spot. There you go!" He ripped the pants off, giving her a firm slap that left her twerking for more. He firmly smacked and drew colors around her cheeks. As he grinding his hard paint brush against her, she tightened it around his bulge.

"Is it too much," dropping her mask of sanity. "Is it too much? Is it over?"

"Well," tightening his fists. "Not yet," grabbing black and orange, licking her backside and holding her overalls to stop her from seeing all he had to offer, ripping apart her shirt and furiously groping her from back to front, leaving her just in her overalls. 

He flipped over Jacqui's overalls, eating at her tits and slapping them together , rubbing her tongue across her breasts while his brush was leaving her bottom dripping. 

The timer ran out and she unhooked her overalls. "Ahh, I've been waiting for this. "

His colored cock brushed her tits she sandwiched immediately them in every color imaginable, forcing him to hold her in place and paint her back.

"Cum over my tits with your naughty paint brush's ink," as her hands lifted them up and down, spitting down her ink from below while matching his breathing until he began to smile.

Her legs were spread open for him to finish the job at the only place he hadn't reached, alternating between thrusting inside her and licking her all over until she was ready to cum. Skyland covered her entire snatch space in paint before she came.

A few hours, the two woke up.

"That was amazing! How about next time we do some student-teacher roleplay?"

"Wait have you done this with your students?"

"Heavens no, I could never. They may be of age, but they're still my kids. Still afraid of me?"

"Well I still need more practice," but giving her a quick peck, "I think this is a good start."

"Good. I'll let Veronica know I'll be borrowing you for a little longer."

"Could you also send her message," typing an address for her.

"Wait, this is?"

He nodded. "One of your students may have helped us find the source of the sickness."