Drawing on the Dark Side of the Brain ©2018 Elder Road Books, Serialized edition ISBN 978-1-939275-83-7
Drawing on the Dark Side of the Brain
33
Performing
ARIEL WANTED permanent paint when I showed her my design. I didn’t think that was a great idea. Her entire body would be covered, including face and hair. We finally agreed that from her neck down I would use the acrylic paint but above it would be watercolor. I promised she would still look like my sex doll.
I was thankful she was willing to do the acrylic. And thankful she was a small girl. It was going to take us days to finish this project. I thought how in my initial interview the professors had said they would teach me to slow down. I guess this was my first lesson. Ariel had also agreed to ‘perform’ in my Literature and the Arts class. I told Merck when he asked that not all my models would be willing to come to his class naked, but a couple of unique girls would transform for the class.
“Anytime. Not only is your artwork stimulating to look at, it is giving me an opportunity to connect different aspects of the literature to its influence on the art world today. You’ve really captured something with this body art. Have you figured out a way to exploit it? Not that I think art should be exploited commercially, but artists need to make a living. And the artwork needs to survive. That’s the biggest problem with performance art. It is fleeting. Once the performance is gone, so is the artwork.”
“We are doing videos. I’m working with Kelly on how to make the videos truly salable. We plan to open a YouTube channel over the holiday. We just don’t have time to do the setup while we’re doing classwork.”
“I understand you hold down a part time job as well?” Merck asked.
“Yes. And I’m completing a certification course as well. Thankfully, that should be over by the end of summer. It’s normally just two semesters, but I’m dragging it out over four because I can’t do that and the work at the U as well.”
“What kind of certification?”
“I’m working toward becoming a butcher.”
Merck just stared at me. He started to say something two or three times, but finally just shook his head and left.
I never thought cutting meat would give me so much satisfaction.
“I JUST CAN’T STAND the thought of drawing a bowl of fruit,” Mary complained. “I mean, I understand why food and table settings are the most common subjects for a still life. It’s stuff everyone has around. And I like the wine bottle and glass for their reflections, but can’t we figure out something more original than a bunch of fruit and cheese on a cutting board? Something more relevant to life as we know it?”
When Mary got wound up, there was no one more passionate. That wasn’t only in bed, but in our drawing, as well. We were staring at our first attempt at a still life composition. I agreed that we’d set something up that was attractive. It was a cutting board with a few slices of cheese, cold cuts, and a glass of wine. Boring. We’d even sketched it out from different angles and it was a good composition. Caravaggio could have assembled the exact same still life in 1600.
“This isn’t us,” I agreed. “It should say something about our world. You got that on the midterm with the objects from Kelly’s Kat House. I even got it with the bloody meat and stewpot. They were things that were relevant to where we live.”
“Vases of flowers and bowls of fruit were everyday objects to classic artists. What are our everyday objects?”
We started a tour through the house and snapped pictures on our cell phones of things we saw. A stack of books. My car keys. The makeup tables the girls had put in one bedroom. The bed with a pile of pillows. Our mis-matched dinnerware. A pile of laundry being sorted. The spice rack in the kitchen. A laptop. A camera.
Something dawned on me and I turned and snapped a picture of Mary.
“Hey, we aren’t supposed to do portraiture,” she laughed. I showed her the picture.
“The one thing none of us are ever without,” I said. “Our cell phones.”
“Yes! A story. We need a story to tie it together. Cell phone. Makeup. A mirror. Glass of wine. We can do this!”
“THEY CONVINCED ME to work Saturday and Sunday through the holiday,” Kelly said. “The store is a zoo but I don’t feel like I can just walk away. Besides, that means that I still get an employee discount through the holiday. This one is pretty!” She held up a cute and very brief, lacy set of bra and panties. I’d never shopped for girls’ underwear before and when she held it up in front of her, I blushed.
“Um… I’d love to see you in that,” I squeaked. “But it won’t do for the project. I need enough surface area that I can paint it.”
“Yeah, I know. But plain white bras and granny panties are so boring!”
“They won’t be when I finish painting them on you.”
“Oh! That sends chills down my spine. Maybe we could do that as another performance. Instead of painting the underwear, you paint me. Paint a really pretty bra and panties right on my bare skin. Maybe a garter belt and hose, too. Wouldn’t that be fun?” Kelly giggled. I imagined it in my mind. I wondered if she’d turn off the cameras before I fucked the paint off her.
“I wish I could exhibit you in the gallery. I’d make that my project. Is there anything like this that isn’t bulky and padded?” I asked, holding up a plain white bra that looked like a bulletproof vest.
“Over here. I think this is what you want. They are really made for girls like me with not much chest who don’t want to wear a bra in the first place.” She showed me a lightweight nylon bra that all but disappeared against her skin.
“I think that works. I’m going to have to do something to stiffen it into your shape, but I think I know how to do that. Panties?” She showed me a plain, nylon pair of panties.
“These are a classic brief,” she said in her best sales clerk voice. “The waist is above the navel and provides just a little support for the lower tummy while it snugly conforms to a woman’s intimate curves.”
“I’ll buy it,” I laughed. “Better get two sets in case I mess one up.”
“CAN YOU SEE MY PUSSY in this position?” Ariel asked.
“Not yet. We’re just working on the cover of the book right now. Believe me, your pussy will be a featured attraction when we open the book. Can you hold that?”
“Yeah. It’s not difficult. But you’ll paint the sex doll part, too, won’t you?”
Ariel really wanted me to get to painting the sex part. It was funny that she turned out to be the horniest of all my girlfriends. I don’t think she ever had a day without someone’s tongue or my cock in her pussy. And she dove between the other girls’ legs with wild abandon. Mary agreed with the other four that Ariel was the best pussy-licker ever.
This part of the project let me apply a lot of paint very quickly with the airbrush. The shade of ‘leather’ I’d chosen was just slightly browner and darker than Ariel’s skin tone. I’d carefully put plastic wrap around her neck so I wouldn’t get any acrylic spray above her shoulders. It would also make a good clean edge for the book. Of course, the spray was just the base coat. After her break, I touched up edges when she folded back into her little ball. Then I started adding texture and the indentation of the spine of the book where it joins the cover. The gold letters I applied to her back, right down the spine, might have been a little more explicit than the Colonna book, but I felt that ‘Sex Dreams’ captured the spirit of the work and I could fit that on Ariel’s back. It took the rest of the day to stipple the texture and do the lettering. I still needed to do the front view of the book, the edges of the pages on her lower legs. I thought I might be able to do that before doing the sex doll on the inside of the book, but first, I had to fuck Ariel.
It was no chore.
GETTING KELLY’S NEW OUTFIT prepared for painting was a chore. The problem was that the nylon underwear was limp and even when I put acrylic paint on a test patch it didn’t stiffen enough to support itself. It fit her sexy form perfectly, but once it was off, it just collapsed. Not sexy at all.
We ended up painting polyurethane on the bra and panties while she was wearing them. Well, that had its own problems because I didn’t want to cement the garments to her body and didn’t want her sensitive skin affected by the strong chemical either. Plastic wrap and a well-ventilated area came to the rescue. At the risk of being seen by the boys next door, I opened the two windows in my studio and put the box fans we’d used this summer in them. This was going to blow some of our precious heat right out into the freezing night, but there was nothing I could do about that.
I rubbed Vaseline onto Kelly before wrapping the plastic around her so it would seal down like a second skin. It was Kelly’s shape I wanted. I didn’t want a bunch of wrinkles and textures disguising it. She put the bra and panties on over this and I painted them with polyurethane. We both wore face masks to keep from inhaling too much of the toxic fumes.
The hardening of the underwear all had to be done at once, so Kelly had the longest posing session of any of my projects. She had to keep her legs spread, as well, so I could paint her crotch. The one thing I’d decided that made it more tolerable was that I would only be doing the front, not the entire piece. We realized pretty quickly that if I did the whole thing, she wouldn’t be able to get it off without breaking it.
It took two hours working as quickly as I could to get the bra and panties coated and set hard enough that we could remove them. It was a good thing we’d used Vaseline and plastic wrap. The wrap had mostly solidified into the poly.
“ARE WE SATISFIED?” Mary asked. With the girls’ approval, we’d moved one of the small makeup tables down to the studio. On the table were an assortment of makeup, an old cell phone that still turned on but had a shattered screen, a glass of wine, and my car keys. We’d positioned the table and ourselves so that we had completely different perspectives on the composition and so that the mirror reflected something different in the background. Not only was my perspective from the left but it was also from my full height, so I was looking down at the composition. Mary was working from the right and almost straight on at the table. We’d debated a long time about what to show on the cell phone and decided that it was much better to show a text message than a photo.
It was close to eight o’clock at night by the time we were satisfied with the composition and our perspectives. We drew all night long.
THE PAINTING of the sex doll took two more days. It was a combination of mechanics, art, and sex. Ariel is beautiful and petite. Part of my task was simply to exaggerate her natural attributes. She had previously waxed her lower labia, but in preparation for our project, she’d had the whole thing waxed. Her lips opened at even the suggestion of a touch and various girlfriends ran in and out with tissue to dab away the moisture so I could paint. By the time I had finished painting those outer labia and the surrounding area, Ariel had come twice.
The result of my efforts was an enlarged and detailed gash, a big clit painted at the top of her slit, the outer labia painted into glistening red inner labia. It was almost as if someone held a magnifying glass at her crotch and the image blossomed. I moved up and did the same thing with her small breasts. She had more on top than Kelly did, but was still a conservative B at best. I used highlights and shadows to create deep cleavage, enhanced her nipples—which cooperated by popping out to an incredible erection—and painted the surrounding area to make it look like she had twice the amount of breast flesh that she had. By the time I was finished with that part, she looked like she had double-Ds.
That night she chose to have Sarah Lynn explore her new, enlarged equipment with her tongue while I went to the Kat House for a live performance with Kelly.
“GUYS, I KNOW you fantasize about fucking me. That’s what I’m here for. I love the tribute pics with your come splattered on my photos—keep sending them! If you want comments about your cock, though, be sure to send a nice tip with the picture,” Kelly said. She worked her virtual audience and I heard the chimes ring that indicated tips were coming in. “You want to know what is happening tonight? I’m going to get fucked after cam by the only cock that ever gets real-life access to this pussy. This is my boyfriend. You all know him online as Kat’s Coal. But before I get to do that, I promised that he could paint me. Sort of. Coal, come over here and get your Kat ready to be your pussy.”
I moved into the frame but didn’t say anything. Kat was the performer. I was just an artist. I started by slowly removing her top and running my hands all over her little boobs. There were a lot of tip chimes as I pinched her nipples up to maximum erection. The chatroom couldn’t really see that I was also rubbing Vaseline into her skin. We wouldn’t be using any additional plastic wrap but I didn’t want to take a chance of the acrylic bleeding through on her. There was a bit of text chatter on-screen booing me when I put the new bra on her. Kelly just told them to be patient and she’d be completely naked later in the evening.
Once the bra was in place, I started painting. The first thing was to paint it out and blend it with Kelly’s skin. I even had to put a little spray of freckles across the upper slope and very carefully painted her nipples the way I remembered them from sucking on them earlier. When I was finished, you could barely tell the bra was on her. Then I started decorating it as if I was creating a tattoo on her breasts. The tattoo was of two dragons, tails wrapped to the outside of her breasts and heads rising up between. I’d decided to make this as purely tattoo-like as I could. It was all fine black line art.
When I was finished with the bra, I moved to her waist and tugged her short skirt off, showing there was nothing but Kelly under it. A lot of tip chimes again as I massaged and opened her pussy while she moaned. Once again, I used this time to spread Vaseline over the entire area, even in her tightly trimmed red landing strip. The guys hated it again when I covered everything with the stiff panties but I noticed there were more than twice as many in the chatroom now as there had been when we started. Kelly spread her legs to accommodate the stiff fabric between them and once I felt the panties were securely in place, I repeated the process of blending them into Kelly’s natural skin tones.
When I’d finished painting her pussy, navel, and fiery red landing strip, Kelly looked like she was naked again. The guys loved it.
We’d searched hundreds of images of women’s lower stomach tattoos under every variation of the search terms we could think of. There were basic patterns like scrollwork, flowers, birds, mottos, roses, skulls, hearts, butterflies, cartoons, unicorns, Teletubbies, flames, tigers, snakes, shooting stars, guns, Medusa, feathers, Northwest Indian totems, and warnings. One I recognized from my reading of Dante: ‘Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.’
We finally agreed that it would be spread wings on the sides and a laurel wreath crowning her landing strip. When I’d finished the paint job, we took several photos and the guys tipped generously.
“Anybody want to see me naked now? Eight-token tips mean leave the artwork on. Nine-token tips mean take it all off. You’ve got five minutes to vote. Come on, guys. Who wants to see my pussy up close and personal?” The chimes started ringing immediately. It was no contest, really. Several voted to leave the artwork, but the vast majority voted to strip.
I took no chances of ruining the artwork, so I cut the straps on the bra and carefully removed it. Once it was off, of course, I had to massage Kelly’s breasts and clean the Vaseline off them. I was surprised to hear how many guys tipped just watching me maul her little nipples. I cut the legs of the panties and Kelly spread wide so I could lift the stiff material out from between her legs. And then I massaged all that part of my little redhead lover.
“Coal, I’m so turned on and horny. Rub my little clitty, please. Look, I’m dripping after all that attention.” Kelly grabbed the handheld camera and moved it down to her crotch where I started manipulating her clit and dipping my fingers into her hot wet channel. “Remember, guys, if you come before I do, pay the fapping tax. Let’s finish this session with a bang.” We took our time as more and more tip chimes rang. Then Kelly’s chimes rang. She bid her chatroom goodnight and turned off the cameras.
Kelly and I didn’t get to sleep very soon.
MY FIRST ‘final’ was to turn in my drawing for Blankety. We all sat in the classroom with our drawings in front of us. He didn’t really say anything as he looked at each of the nine drawings. The silence was spooky. We all expected his scathing critique. He stood between Mary and me and looked from one drawing to the other. He bent down to look at them from about center of the artwork and continued to swing his head from one to the other. I couldn’t even reach over to take Mary’s hand because he was between us. It seemed like he was taking a long time.
“I see,” he finally said. He walked up to the front of the class and gathered his things. Just before he walked out the door he turned back to us. “Well, you all passed.” Then he left.
I’D CAREFULLY TRIMMED the bra and panties so that only the hardened and painted portions were left. Then I suspended them the exact distance apart they had been on Kelly. All the people in the class were given fifteen minutes of the exam period to display our work in the mini-gallery. It’s great that the gallery has everything available and assistance for getting art properly displayed. I had two fishlines dropped from the overhead grid and hung my creation at Kelly’s height. Then we all walked around and judged each other’s work.
I passed that class, too.
MERCK GAVE ME the final presentation in the Literature and the Arts exam period. I carried Ariel in and set her on the desk at the front of the room with her back to the class.
“Sexy Dreams,” I said. “Looks like a good book, to me. Better than all those religious tracts. And look! It’s so tiny and compact, I could carry it in my saddlebag.” The class laughed at my presentation as I pivoted Ariel on her butt to face the class. She looked like the page edge of a book. “It would take a lot to copy my sexy dreams,” I said. “I’ll release the latch and see what’s inside.” The latch was Ariel’s head that had been painted only that morning. When she raised her head, the class laughed as it was obvious that she was a doll. I’d painted her with the same exaggerated features that were waiting when I opened the book. Big eyes, cherry-red lips puckered in a perpetual ‘O’, and rosy cheeks.
But when I opened the book, they all gasped. First, I pressed her right leg out the same as I would open a book for reading. I think they were expecting the inside of a book instead of the bright red gash of Ariel’s sex and the big boob. I moved to the other side and spread her left leg out, opening her fully. Not all the glistening between her thighs was what I’d painted.
The class had still only seen the squatted opening between the pages, though. I took Ariel’s hands and she pulled herself upright. As she unfolded, the painted gears and cables that connected her joints appeared, framing the sex doll within. When she was standing straight with her feet a little more than shoulder width apart, she began a little mechanical doll dance that got her turned in a full circle so the class could see the paint job on her entire body. They applauded.
I reversed the process, taking hold of her hands and letting her lower herself back to the squat position. Then, one at a time, I closed her legs. There were a few sighs as that over-exaggerated sex disappeared from view. I lowered her head and she was once again, just a book.
“What a good read,” I sighed. “I think I’ll take this book home and look at it more closely.”
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