BLUE SEX

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London, England.
The past...

           
         It all begun at eight. Just eight.

Maria was eight years old when she discovered she wanted to be an artist. Yes, her mum was disappointed about her resolve to quit her doctor dreams and go around splashing paint on people's walls in the name of "abstract art" but a mother's love conqures all and soon Maria had maternal support.

But her father declined and insisted that she became a lawyer like he was. Thirteen years later, Maria was in law school.

Then her father fell ill and died with only one wish...that she completed law school and take over the family's law firm.

But Maria had a mind of her own and dropped out  month later to pursue her dreams in art.

Her mother asked her to honour her fathers last wish but Maria declined and left for Paris to study art instead.

It would kill her mother.

And that was where it all started. On a cold winter Saturday, at eight pm when she buried her mother and gave up all things.

But not art. No, not art.

**

Vegas, U.S.A
Present day,

"Name?"

"Maria Yen Kingsley"

"Occupation?"

"I'm an artist."

A scoff, "what kind?"

"I...er...paint?"

An annoyed growl, "I know. What do you paint?"

"Er...I paint...random...I paint..."

". ..You don't have a speciality I assume?"

a nervous laugh, "I do... nude paintings."

"I see. Can I see your works?"

"Yeah...I mean yes."  Maria rose the portfolio with small versions of her paining. She had been looking forward to this meeting. If anything went wrong ( which had probably happened anyway) her career was over. Final.

The woman adjusted her glasses and it seemed to be falling off the bridge of her nose. She rose up a painting, "you did this one too?"

"Yes." Maria Croaked

"I worry about your painting technique..."

"...I can change it!"

"Your paintings don't have enough life. They are dry.. "

"...I..."

"...let me finish, please."

"Yes."

"You studied art as a professional course at the University of Paris, am I correct?"

"Yes"

"And you still don't know what works for you." A small head shake, "pathetic."

"This works for me."

"Oh, does it?" She rose a painting to the window light, the room suddenly seemed smaller, "Look, you didn't highlight her legs right, it looks curved with that dark oil paint you used. And her breasts, the nipples are not peaked enough. Where's the sexual energy attached? I don't feel it."

"It's there, I swear."

"I don't feel it. Look, you paint sex, you should feel it. Its like you're giving sex a body to live in, it's like you've done sex a Favour and you are it's eternal master. It's the power of art, the power to enslave sex and bend it into one beautiful painting when you paint your clients."

"I..."

"...I'll reschedule another meeting next week by eight" she said standing " I rarely give second chances Maria. But you've earned yourself one."

***

Working in Vegas was one thing, walking there was another. All that impatience that people had, where did it come from?

But that worried maria less. Those were her best paintings and this woman wanted better? How to connect to get inner sexual fantasies eluded her. Then she thought about something and it left her running into the sex shop at the corner and emptying her purse on XXX movies.

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