Chapter 25: Friday Afternoon: Art

Have you given any thought to what poses you intend to pull off today?

Not really Ally. Any ideas?

I’d ... I’d really love one that allows us to have some fun as part of it. Besides that, not really. Kara grinned at the blush that spread through Pia’s face.

What do you think of doing something reminiscent of a sparring match? It would be interesting to see just how our muscles move during some of the kicks and punches we use.

Ooh ... yes! Maybe the eighth and ninth steps of the Kata we just finished learning...

Can you hold a kick out for long enough that the class can capture it? If not, maybe one of the simpler one will be better.

They stepped through the doors into the art room; Kara headed for the model’s waiting area. Yes, I can hold it for about ten minutes. That should hopefully be enough. A sudden thought flashed through her head. I know what pose we can do, my muse. And I think you’ll like it. Now I just need one more...

Kara smiled as the bell rang, and stepped out into the front of the class. “Do you...” Mrs. Rose started to ask, then glanced over at the grin on Allison’s face “never mind ... I’m pretty sure I know the answer. She’s the one you want to help you I take it.”

“My love would be sorely disappointed if I said no.” And she’s seen straight through your cunning ‘plan’.

Darn it all ... I knew I should try to look a little less excited. Oh well!

Kara heard a low laugh from Pia as Allison stepped forward to where she was sitting. I think Pia may have caught her first deeper read of our ‘conversation’.

“What’s so funny Pia?” one of the girls next to her suddenly asked.

“The playfulness between the two of them is refreshing, that’s all.”

“But Allison never said anything!” a boy shouted.

“Not everything is said in spoken words, and not every word means what we initially think it does. Now, that said” Mrs. Rose paused, looking at Allison kneeling in front of Kara “you have five minutes.” She lowered her voice almost imperceptibly low. “Not that I think you’ll need it all.”

She’s getting wise to us. Oh well, we shouldn’t disappoint her. Kara smiled, then gasped as Allison’s hands went straight between her legs, then sighed happily as her head lowered in front of her now open outer lips.

Going straight for the kill I see.

I know you’re sufficiently ready this, and I really want my hourly taste of you.

Hourly huh? That’s ... ambitious. She gasped again as Allison’s tongue began to lick her; her breathing turning into soft moans slow, sensual humming joined the movement. She heard her moans increase in volume when one of Allison’s free fingers ‘found’ her clit and began its ministrations. No fair ... you know I won’t last long when you attack all out like this.

That’s the point darling. I want to feel you explode; I want to drink deep of that wonderful liquid.

You don’t need to wait long if that’s what you really want.

I know. Go ahead darling; let me bask in your wonderful orgasm!

Kara shuddered as the massive wave peaked and quickly threatened to drown every inch of her in pleasure; her body shook as it passed from her neck and arms into her torso, then down through her hips. She felt the pressure building as it quickly rushed toward where Allison’s head was, still happily licking and humming away. A scream forced itself from her mouth as the pressure burst; the liquid Allison wanted so badly came rushing out of her and into Allison’s wide open mouth. Kara shook once more as the ‘copy’ overtook Allison and she quickly swallowed before her own scream came flying from her mouth.

They both sighed happily as the last of Allison’s orgasm died down. I don’t think you got it all, my muse.

I’m afraid not. The feedback hit me just a little too quickly, that’s all.

“Are they okay?” another boy asked.

“They’re more than just ‘okay’...” Emanuel started in reply.

“But it looked like Allison wasn’t expecting it” the boy interrupted.

Kara looked up at Mrs. Rose as she shook her head. “I’d say it’s very clear that was Allison’s goal all along. If you doubt my word, just ask Emanuel; he should know them both better than anyone except themselves.”

Emanuel smiled a devious grin. “That went mostly to plan.”

“Oh? And why should we trust your word?” the boy asked, the anger rising in his voice.

“I know my wives very well in that respect. And from the smile on Ally’s face, she took as much as she could before her own orgasm snuck up on her.”

Snuck up? Try caught me completely by surprise. I didn’t think it was ready to hit so soon.

I agree with Manny; that sounds more like sneaking up on you than complete surprise. It just used one hell of a sucker punch this time.

Allison giggled, stood up and went back to her seat. That’s for sure.

“See class? That’s not the kind of response you see from someone unhappy with what just went down.” Mrs. Rose turned back to her. “Are you ready with your poses for today?”

“Yes; I’ll need Emanuel for the first one and Allison for another.”

“I can safely assume that you both agreed to this?” she asked, turning to them. Kara grinned as they nodded their heads. “Very well” she started, looking at the rest of the class “once they’re in position, your time starts. How long do you think you can hold it for?”

“About ten minutes. It won’t look like much, but it’s a pretty intense one for me.”

“Very well. You know the drill by now.”

Kara nodded her head and turned to her ‘helpers’ as they came forward. “This one will be easy for you. Just stand around us in a circle and look surprised; as if you didn’t expect what we’re going to do to happen.” They probably aren’t expecting this; I suspect many of them won’t be acting.

Are you going to go for a proper kick, or one of the slower ones we used when we were practicing that Kata at first?

It’ll flow better if we do it properly. I’m expecting to hear quite a few gasps of surprise from the class. Emanuel stopped in front of her and bowed slightly; Kara returned the gesture and stepped into range for the ‘attack’. She glanced at Mrs. Rose and executed a simple snap kick directly at the right side of Emanuel’s torso; his arm came down, pushing her foot slightly to the left. Most of the class gasped in shock as Mrs. Rose’s eyes blinked.

She turned back to the class. “Your ten minutes starts now!” Mrs. Rose shouted as she quickly glanced back at their faces, then breathed a barely noticeable sigh of relief.

“But she just tried to attack him! I don’t think...” a girl started to say as Allison shut her up with a stern look.

“It’s alright. Trust me if you can’t trust Mrs. Rose.” How does it feel darling?

“Mrs. Rose!”

“If you’re about to complain about her leg bobbing slightly, then don’t. Keeping a limb extended like that for three or four minutes is hard; let alone nearly eight.

I’m so close, but ... I don’t think I can keep this up much longer.

“Mrs. Rose” Allison began, only to have her nod her head and turn to Kara.

“If you can hold out one more minute, that will be plenty.”

“I think I can do that.”

She turned back to the class. “Make the most of this last minute.”

No complaining? There’s hope for this group it seems.

Oh, some of them are definitely complaining. But it’s happening in the form of grumbling that it seems Mrs. Rose can’t hear very well.

Emanuel ‘smiled’. No, she’s heard it; she’s simply choosing her battles. You’re almost there partner.

It feels like this has gone on for an eternity.

“And time! Pencil’s down.”

Kara felt her leg begin to fall and watched Emanuel catch it and lower it slowly to the ground. “Thank you Manny.” She leaned forward slightly and gave him a quick and tender kiss before sitting down on a nearby chair. “I think I need a few minutes to rest before I can start the next pose.”

“Of course. You managed to hold that one for the full ten minutes; that’s impressive for someone new to modeling. She glanced around at the class, then back at Kara. “While you rest your muscles, are you willing to answer a few questions if the class has any?”

“Sure. As long as they’re not inappropriate.”

Mrs. Rose nodded to the class. One of the girls near Pia raised her hand. “Go ahead.”

“That kick looked real; like you genuinely wanted to hurt your boyfriend. Was it real?”

“Completely real, but not because I wanted to hurt him. I was expecting him to block it. If he hadn’t, at worst I might have left a small bruise.”

“How did you know he could block that? It looked like the kick came out of nowhere” a boy asked.

“I knew he could because he’s blocked that exact kick hundreds of times already. It’s part of a Kata we recently mastered; one of at least thirty different moves we have thoroughly memorized now.”

“So I wasn’t mistaken; you really did bow to each other before the kick happened” the boy near Allison replied.

“Wait...” a girl behind them started “are you sure you saw what you think you did? There’s no way they bowed.”

Kara grinned. “We did” she paused, glancing first at the boy, then at the girl “although no where near as obviously as we’d do it in the dojo; that wouldn’t be polite with Sensei present. When its just us though, a subtle bow is fine. It’s the intent behind the action that matters in this case, not the exact form.”

“Any sign of respect would do” Emanuel began “like how fencers do that set of motions with their sword.”

“Won’t there be a problem with your teacher for doing that in a situation like this?” another girl asked.

Emanuel smiled and nodded his head. “We wouldn’t have done it if Sensei would have found doing so to be inappropriate. If the purpose of our doing so was to show off, it would be an issue; but the intent here was to teach. That’s perfectly valid.”

“Any other questions?” Mrs Rose asked, glancing around the class. “No? Good. Kara, are you ready to take the next pose?”

“Yes. This one will be just me and my ‘assistants’; although, I could use your help too.” She stood up and walked over to Mrs. Rose’s desk. “I need some classic scene that would be incredibly uncomfortable to hold for more than a few hours; preferably something from a well known piece of art.”

Mrs. Rose grinned and glanced over the group again. “Give me a few moments to think of something appropriate.” Kara watched her pull out a massive, spiral bound book and start searching through the pages. “I think you’re best off with either this one or” she flipped quickly through the pages “this one. They both have too many background figures to fully represent, but you can pretend that you already painted those.” She nodded for Kara to take the book. “Return it when you’re done filling them in.”

Kara nodded and looked closely at the two pieces. I think ... that’s the more interesting of the two; focusing on the human figures anyway. She quietly returned to the others. “Okay, gather around me. The next pose will be the painting of this piece” she pointed to the open book “only rather than mimicking the facial expressions in the image, I want you to act as if the artist has been working for hours, and the pose is starting to become really, really uncomfortable for you to hold for much longer.”

“Just discomfort?” one of them asked.

“You can show pain if you’d like, or even alter the positioning of your figure a little; as long as it gives the sense that you’ve held the pose for way too long. Also, I don’t care which figure you choose to take; just try match your general positioning to the others as best you can. I’ll correct if need be.”

They carefully studied the image for a few moments, then started pointing to the various foreground figures. She watched as they quickly took their positions. That seems pretty good, darling.

They’re mostly correct. Considering how quickly and quietly they got it though, I’m suitably impressed. Kara stepped closer to them. “Pretty good. However, two of you are enough off that it may impact the class’s ability to recognize the piece of inspiration. May I make the necessary adjustments?” The two nodded; Kara quietly moved them into the correct places. “Good. I need to return this book to Mrs. Rose real quick, and then we’ll officially start. Remember, you’ve been holding these poses for hours...” she started as she quietly returned the book, then stood in front of them, a ‘brush and palette’ in her hands “okay, we’re ready.”

“You have ten minutes class. Begin now.”

“Mrs. Rose? Are you sure this is the correct pose?” a familiar female voice asked.

“Of course. Is there something wrong with it?”

“Well, there’s nothing sexual ab...” she started, before Mrs. Rose’s shaking head shut her up.

“There’s nothing overtly sexual about the poses within the poses. But that set up should look somewhat familiar to any of you who took art history; like many paintings from that era, “Primavera” has its fair share of sensuality ‘baked right in’ so to speak. So, you’re certainly right that this wouldn’t pass Program standards if I had in class participants taking part in it.” She glanced around at them all. “However, exposure to pieces like this is far more valuable to what this class is trying to teach than most of what the committee came up with.”

“Is the same true of the last pose too?” another girl asked.

“Doubly so. That pose was a fantastic opportunity to observe how movement affects individual muscle groups. I hope most of you were paying attention.” She glanced up at the clock. “Four minutes left on this pose. Make the most of the time you have left.”

Kara ‘smiled’ as the room suddenly fell silent except for the sounds of pencils on paper. Maybe she’ll make semi-serious artists out of them yet.

‘That’ kind of student, darling?