Chapter 2565 I Want That Cock Badly(Sex-ventures):>Ep26
- Carl leaves it for me to lock up when he leaves for work. The last thing I do before heading out the front door is to slip my yellow sun dress and my sandals back on. I take a detour on the way home and stop by the art gallery. The owner, Pam, a cheerful chubby Filipina greets me with a warm hug, and hands me a check. I've sold two small originals and several prints over the last week. It's not earth-shattering, but it will help pay the rent. I look around, and see that several of my paintings are prominently displayed. They do look nice. For the most part, they are idyllic rural scenes, usually with a single, lonely looking human figure somewhere lost in the grass or brush, or on a dirt road. No nudes, all are dressed in rather classical Mediterranean style, like a shy Maxfield Parrish, but oilier. It's a recognizable style, but to me now there seems to be a sameness in all of them.
- There are other works on display, other artists. Some of the paintings are larger, some more expensive. I've been warned not to compare myself with others, but it's hard not to do that here. They are all very good. Some are landscapes, some are city scenes, some are nudes. Some are boldly erotic. I like their boldness, their flaunting of the rules of decency, some even flaunting the rules of composition as I understand them.
- As I stare at the boldest, most graphic painting of all, a wide-open hairy pussy in garish acrylic colors, a hand hanging limp to the floor, barely grasping what appears to be a used dildo, a tinkle from the door tells me that someone else is entering the gallery. I hear voices, and turn to see a petite, almost waif-like, young red headed girl, standing at the counter talking to Pam. She pulls back an envelope, and I understand she's another artist collecting a commission. I turn my attention back to the painting, and a minute later I notice her standing beside me.