Welcome to part three of the Chastity Chronicles. These short stories will follow a forty-year-old woman as she discovers her true sexuality. They are an exploration of complete freedom of embracing sex in all its many forms.
These templated stories are going to be wild, completely unrealistic, flights of fancy, but a fun journey. This third story follows Chastity's third student. A young artist's life is threatened by those who would steal from his talent.
But Chastity is a pro in the art world. The thieves don't stand a chance.
Sure hope you enjoy.
Love,
Lana Ocean (Estcher)
Content: Not much sex at all, actually. Sorry. It just didn't fit. But, but wait! There's innuendo!
P.S.: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. All fictional characters engaged in sexual acts are eighteen or over.
Portrait of the Artist as a Broken Man
My name is Chastity. I'm forty-years-old, fit, good-looking, a red-head, and I have an insatiable desire to bed young men and teach them the ways around a woman's body. So far, and I freely admit it, at this point in time I had only experienced two students. A virgin eighteen-year-old skinny boy from my condominium called Petey, and an extremely hung young man named Ben.
The troubles with Ben were beyond sad. But it led me to an art gala in my shitty little city I'll call Centreville, USA. There I saw the art of a young man named Billy. I had the magazine to which I am the senior editor and part owner contact him and arrange a meeting. One of my talents—and there are many!—is discovering new rising artists. Hee. Billy had the talent. Then he ghosted me for a month.
Then he called me out of the blue. It was a strange and disturbing call. He told me the last month had been a blur, and he was awake and staring at paintings he had made. Paintings he didn't recall making.
He asked for help and told me where he thought he was.
So I called Ben and asked for his help. I needed his strength.
It all started like this.
* * *
"Ben! Why'd you bring your dad?" I glared in through the open passenger window, past Ben's dad, to Ben sitting in the driver's seat of his dad's car. "Hi, Adam." I nodded at Ben's dad.
"Because he wouldn't let me come alone, that's why."
"So you drag Commissioner Gordon into this?"
Adam looked confused. Ben smirked. "It's not like that. Dad's going to stay with the car while we go in and get this Billy kid out."
"He's not a kid. He's the same age as you, kid."
Adam snorted. "I see why you like her."
"Not helping, dad. Stop fighting with me and get in."
"In the back seat?"
"Yeah, there's no room up front. It's filled with responsible adults."
I grinned at him and opened the back door. I slid in and buckled up. I was dressed in black jeans with a black tee-shirt. I was totally ninja'd out. A ninja with shockingly beautiful, natural red hair, of course.
"This is a bad area of town we're going to," said Ben, looking into the rear-view mirror at me.
"Is it? That doesn't change anything. Billy needs our help. So let's go get him."
Ben pulled away from my condominium building and entered the traffic. "Tell me what he said again?"
"He called my number. He said they were looking for him."
"Who's they?"
"I asked, he didn't say. He said he had woken up, surrounded by paint and paintings he had done, but didn't remember painting them. He didn't remember the past month."
Adam looked at his son. "Sounds like he was drugged."
"Maybe, dad. Hard to say. Maybe he's a drug addict. Sounds like paranoia to me, thinking people are after you. We don't know anything about this kid. There were lots like him on the streets."
I saw Adam look away. He still felt guilty about what he had allowed to happen to his son. I was annoyed at Adam, too. But he took Ben back and kicked out his asshole wife. So that was a big plus on his side.
"We don't know anything do we?" I said. "So we find out. We go get him and take him somewhere safe."
"Your condo."
"Of course, to my condo. It's safe."
We drove in silence and then got on the highway and crossed the river to the seedier North side of town. It seemed darker here. The buildings more run down. Vacancy signs were everywhere, and bad-looking people hung out on corners under dim streetlights. I would have felt nervous if it wasn't for the two men in the front seat. Ben was crazy strong. His dad was surely the same. Which had me thinking.
"Say, Adam, how much does Ben take after you?"
"Chastity!" growled Ben.
"No seriously, he mentioned genetics to me once. I was wondering just how far that extends. Extension being the optimum word here."
Adam looked at Ben. "What's she talking about, son?"
"Nothing, dad. Ignore her. She's all looks and no brains. Stop it, Chastity."
I sat back and frowned. I needed to know. Ben glared at me in the rear-view and I stuck out my tongue at him. I would find out. I always do.
Soon we entered a warehouse district by the river. It smelled. Really bad. Like dead fish and worse. I should have worn a ninja mask. I would look pretty hot with a ninja mask. And with those shooty stars.
"Ben, did you bring any shooty stars?"
Adam looked at his son again. He did that a lot.
"No, I did not bring any shooty stars. No one has those."
"The batman did."
"Those were batarangs."
"Oh, right."
Ben parked more or less in the centre of the long row of warehouses. He looked around, which was difficult. There were no streetlights here. The only illumination was from the little lights above entranceways.
"We should have come during the day," muttered Ben.
"No!" I said. "He asked for our help now! Time is of the essence!"
Ben sighed. "Okay, Chastity, you stay here. Dad and I will check out a few buildings. See if we can figure something out. I won't lie, this won't be easy. We might not find him. Heck, he might not even be here."
"No, I'm coming too."
"No, you are not."
I opened my door and got out and slammed my door to emphasise my independence. I could hear a muffled "goddammit" from inside the car and smirked.
"Jesus, son, she's perfect for you. Why'd you let her go?"
"I didn't. No use fighting her. She always gets her way. Let's go."
