Authors: Michael Malflic
Some of the crowd joined without hesitation, others while not necessarily defined by wealth or social status declined becoming uncomfortable with the interactions. A few patrons even displayed genuine panic when they were pulled into a scene.
Nadrea
was never one to be shy as she eyed her choice of a pale girl wearing a silky electric red wig and a nose piecing that dangled in a heavy U shape consisting of thick metal protruding from the cartilage and skin that separates ones nostrils, hanging precariously above her blood red lips.
Nadrea
took her by the hand not waiting for another to approach her. A third joined in, she had dark nearly waist length hair, bodacious hips and ample breasts in contrast to the other two, yet she was still lean yet somehow Botticelli-
esque
appearance. If cherubs were part of the minions of hell yet found a way to retain their doughy skin and cheerful expressions she would have been the embodiment. As the triad walked with sinister intent toward a display that was set with stacks of old tires, a few dented and rusted 55 gallon drums and a 1955 Cadillac. The car’s paint much like those surrounding it was not so new, not so clean, and any hint of remaining innocence and virtue were drowning in an act quite to the contrary. A muscular Wall Street type and a man who was a dead ringer for Travis Barker also crossed the magical white line separated gallery from display.
Nadrea
and Red moved toward the car, the others merely watched
,
taking in the sight of the young Goth reclined across the hood, her body contorting to closely hug every curve of the car’s rolling body type. Moving her legs upward, arching the small of her tiny back she then rested a heel on each of
Nadrea’s
shoulders. A photographer snapped away taking pictures of the moment attempting to capture the building tension of the pair and the shock the others as
Nadrea
and Red drew closer together. The men who had crossed the magical white line, into the display stood stunned. They were living in a sense in
a
early pubescent dear penthouse type fantasy as the cherub moved in. Pressing herself against
Nadrea
hands placed squarely on
Nadrea’s
hips. As the tension built there was no consideration given that his was to be art, for
those three this was something much more primal. Their electricity could be felt by those watching, it was not actions and poses but genuine intent that made the exchanges great. The urges they expressed danced through the
air,
they could be felt but not quite touched by those watching.
Red repositioned herself as the men faded into nothing more than the tires off to the side.
Nadrea
intertwined her body with
red’s
, the dark sexuality that was her eyes flowed uncontrollably. She focused without wavering, like a tiger on its prey. They prey was willing, succumbing to whatever fate the predator has chosen, with no regard for the outcome, without concern for self preservation or anything that would distract from those strangely alluring and completely uncontrollable moments.
A crowd began to gather in front of the spectacle of a display, watching in unrelenting voyeuristic fascination as the tension built. Tentative caresses as limb became more intertwined with each other as the three continued to enjoy each other as the three posed together on the hood of the car, making their way onto the windshield and up onto the roof, sprawled out displaying a genuine lack of modesty for the angles that they were being viewed and photographed from. Other photographers raced to the corners of the display, feverishly snapping photo after photo catching each subtle nuance, every single caress and kiss involved in the seduction from every imaginable angle. The crowd grew with others soon joining in and those watching feasted on an orgy of visual images, the body language of the participants only slightly less intriguing to the photographers than the voyeurs who were watching with perverse curiosity as touches became embraces, embraces that were followed by kisses.
Nadrea
focused on her two original companions without interest or intent to share her focus with the others around her. Her caress gentle and leading in what were typically non offensive areas, a hand on an arm, brushing precariously close up her inner thigh then rotating outward before it drew too near to what everyone watching thought to be inevitable. Vincent stood back lurking in the shadows watching and smiling his wide and wicked smile. He himself was engaged in otherwise inappropriate touching and fornication with a more
than willing lavender haired participant. Her modest breasts and slender hips swaying gently as Vincent stood to the side watching
Nadrea
frolic off in the distance as his hand moved from the small of his new friends exposed back to almost between her legs beneath her short skirt and then up her hips and back to the soft skin of her lower back. His touch bordering on light and almost nonexistent, every time she began to drive herself into his caress to increase the pressure and friction her would immediately and maddeningly lighten his caress again teasing her further and further into a place she had not imagined a man capable of doing, resisting the obvious with cold intent only heighten her arousal as she lost herself inside his touch and her own fantasies.
Others began to make their way into
Nadrea’s
little scene, each adding their own contrast and posing to the backdrop the three had created. The Wall Street type who had resolved himself to being a wall flower ogling the ladies was joined by three blatantly gay men and an old woman who looked like the perfect house wife from a late 1950’s TV show.
Nadrea
slowly turned herself toward her underworld cherub and whispered in her ear. Soon after the young
nyph
began to untangle herself from the wretched tangled mass of limbs eventually slithering her body off the car, removing herself from the scene and the voyeurs and making her way to Vincent and his current lavender hair diversion.
The Cherub kissed the lavender haired one and then turned to Vincent “She would like you to join us.”
“Let her have fun with these festivities, I’m quite content here.”
The cherub stood stunned, disbelief washed over her face. “She said to insist that you join us.” The cherub stated in a not quite firm tone but one that was clear that the request was not hers.
“Tell her I said no!”
Vincent’s voice firm and cold.
The cherub smiled at him knowingly and said,
“ If
you insist, but she won’t be happy.” Vincent laughed all the while his rhythmic teasing of his new friend continued as the Cherub disappeared back into the crowd and then back into the scene that was now swarming with dozens of people posing locked in embraces while other stood like statues and models at a fashion shoot stoically adding their presence to the back drop.
Five minutes passed and
Nadrea
emerged from the crowd to where Vincent was still distracting his new friend without hesitation and only subtle changes in the timing and placement of his touch
..
Nadrea’s
movement’s floated ominously toward him leading the red head like a possession by the wrist with only a thumb and forefinger and the cherub followed skittishly behind her sporting a hand print on her soft white cheek from the violent slap
Nadrea
had delivered for her failure to return with Vincent
..
“I asked you to join me”
Nadrea
said in an irritated huff.
“No, you demanded that I join you, you insisted that I join you. The request was an order and not a request.” Vincent said coldly his voice sounding in a tone that
Nadrea
had never heard. He continued,
“ And
things like that don’t work on me like they do your minions.” No sooner than his words ended he turned his back to her and began to walk toward the door, leaving his overly aroused new friend still on the edge of an orgasm that she would have to provide for herself with his departure. She was insanely aroused and shook visibly with the release as the sensation of his last touch faded. The release was mentally self induced and not from actual friction.
Nadrea
and her minions passed by in annoyance following a silent Vincent out into the street and the cool night air. The air was a stark contrast to the humid stench that the gallery had been providing. Vincent walked a half a block down turning into a dimly lit alley way lined with a few parked cars, cold brick, stone walls and disintegrating pavement. Vincent stood silently his back still to the others and
Nadrea’s
nostrils flared still angry with him, she wanted her way. It annoyed her beyond words that he simply couldn’t be influenced by her and did whatever he damn well
pleased;
in fact it was because of that that she continued her interest in him. He was if nothing else a substantial challenge she intended to emerge from victorious. As Vincent turned his eyes fixed coldly on each of them for what seemed to be more than two eternities each of their hearts fluttered some with excitement and others with fear. The Red head in the
passing moments began to find his cold glad strangely calming and seductive.
“You do not tell me what to do.” He said stepping toward
Nadrea
who was determined to hold her ground against him. Her posture however began to tell another story. Vincent continued “Besides what you most likely intended could not have been done there.” The three just stood there silently, the cherub with a small devilish grin that only Vincent could see as he reached into his pocket removing an envelope and handing it to her. “Take her to this address.” He said his voice sounding playfully cruel producing a blind fold at the same time. “But put this on her and as soon as she’s in the cab and put these in her ears before you get out.”
Nadrea
looked downward now not daring to make eye contact with him, Red still seduced by his eyes as the cherub continued her wicked little grin that went unnoticed by everyone except Vincent. “Take her there but she can’t know where she is going and let her try to figure out why.”
The Cherub opened the envelope containing an address and took
Nadrea
by the hand leading her back toward the cross street and out to the corner of 7
th
began to hail a cab.
Nadrea
waited on the sidewalk while the Cherub ducked in the open door to explain the route of their journey. The cabbie mercifully spoke English not as a second or third language but rather natively with heavy Brooklyn accent. He shrugged “whatever gets you off, as long as you’re paying” the Cherub handed him two one hundred dollar bills the fare wouldn’t me much more than 100, it was suddenly a good night.
Nadrea’s
face grew
pale,
the excitement build kept exchanging places with the absolute terror which in turn changed back to excitement of the absolutely unknown. As she approached the cab and began to enter she had become acutely aware of each step, each sensation and each passing burst of sound. Soon after she was seated the blindfold was placed over
Nadrea’s
eyes. She found it arousing and sinfully delicious taking note of the sensation of the cab pulling quickly away from the curb and out into traffic, soon they began to make their way across town and then upward toward central park. She could feel the tension building. The insanity of the situation had never occurred to her, the fact that she was riding slowly through Manhattan, blindfolded on the back of a
cab with a woman
who’s
name she didn’t know or think to ask. She was headed to an unknown place, a place she was forbidden to know about until she arrived. She would be there for a purpose but one which she did not know but was quickly thinking about imagining what might happen, not all of it pleasant but that was potentially more enticing. Sure she could have removed the blindfold. Yes she could speak up, but why would she as she sat silently. She might as well have been a legal brief being curried across town winding its way through the city with no control over its fate. She was an object perfectly submitting
herself
to the will of another, the lack of information heightened her sense of excitement. She had never had a more satisfying sense of being objectified than at that very moment, she was lusted after, worshipped and chased. She was the tormentor not the tormented but on rare occasion she would surrender control and love every single second of the experience. As she imagined what might be ahead of her that evening she was lost in her own thoughts and lost track of the blocks and direction, the turns and the stops that the cab had made.
Mean while back in the alley Vincent had emerged from the shadows and headed the opposite direction of
Nadrea
and the Cherub.
“You coming with me?” he asked the red haired girl.
“Sure” she replied.