Chapter 9

Aquila poses for Dan – Day One

Aquila woke from a dream where her wedding to her husband Mike was disrupted by storm troopers. She felt glad it had just been a dream and shook her head to clear it. Looking at the clock, she realized that she had some time before she had to get up, so decided to wake her husband “in the best way.” She lifted the bedclothes, and started to lick his penis. It rose up as she did, and he opened her eyes. “Yes, bitch, do that,” he said, and shifted to get more comfortable. She took it in her mouth and started to bob up and down. He reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair, and started to thrust in and out of her mouth, going in so deep she gagged each time. She wanted to tell him she did not really like that, but she could not speak. Soon he ejaculated in her mouth, and she had to swallow, another thing she did not like to be forced to do.

He let go of her hair, and she said pleadingly, “Go down on me now?”

“We haven’t time. Make my breakfast while I shower and dress.”

She rose obediently, put on her robe, and went to the kitchen.

Aquila’s best friend was fellow-model Cassandra Ossum, known professionally as “Awesome Cass.” She came to the house while they were having breakfast, and joined them for a cup of coffee.

“So I’m on chaperone duties today,” she said. “Who’s this guy Dan Dancer we’re going to? Is that his real name?”

“Yes, I googled him,” replied Aquila. “He’s a bona fide artist. Does book illustrations, album covers, that kind of thing. Also he had an exhibition of engravings at McIntyre’s Gallery the summer before last.”

“Is he Black?”

“No, Irish.”

“Single?”

“I don’t know. Are you looking for a boyfriend?”

“Maybe,” she said cagily.

Mike chuckled at that.

They went to Dan’s together in Aquila’s car.

“Put on KIIS,” said Cass.

“I can’t. The idiot I’m married to took the car through a carwash with the aerial up last month and broke it off. It’s on the hall table for five weeks now. He keeps saying he’ll fix it, and accuses me of nagging when I mention it.”

They arrived at Dan’s just as he was handing Anita over to Whitney. Whitney glared at the two women and flounced off.

“Hurry up,” she said to Anita and LaShonda sharply, and scarcely gave them time to get in the car before she drove away.

“That was my neighbor, her little girl, and my daughter was the one in a red dress,” said Dan. “I’m glad to meet you, Aquila. You’re even more beautiful in the flesh than in your photos. And this is...?”

“Cass. I’m here to chaperone.”

“Well, Cass, I hope you won’t be too bored. We have a lot to get through, so do you mind if we start right away?” said Dan, as he led them into the house. “Bathroom is down the corridor there. My studio is upstairs.”

They went upstairs to the studio, which occupied the entire top floor of the building.

“Well here we are,” said Dan. “Nice big space, north facing window and roof lights. It used to be an industrial unit. You know the project, Aspects of Woman. The first aspect is Mother. I have suitable clothing and a doll to represent your baby here. Are you a mother?”

“Not yet. My husband and I are working on it,” said Aquila, thinking he wasn’t working on it as much as she would like.

“No problem,” said Dan. “Just try to feel affectionate.”

Then he said to Cass, “There’s a chair over there, or if you like you can sit on the sofa downstairs and watch TV or read. You’ll be able to hear Aquila scream if I try to molest her,” he joked. “Which won’t happen, of course,” he added hastily.

They got to work. Dan changed into a painter’s smock. Aquila dressed in each costume in turn. Dan photographed her from several angles, then made some sketches. Then she stripped off and posed nude in the same position for more photos and sketches. Cass sat in the chair and watched them for about an hour, then got bored and went downstairs to watch TV

The reason Dan had changed into a painter’s smock was that he felt he was getting an erection in his tight pants even before he saw her naked. She was his ultimate sexual fantasy, and he was determined not to embarrass himself. Fortunately, as he concentrated on her body as something to draw, an arrangement of lines and curves, it subsided, and he started to relax.