I liked looking at her in the dim lights of the studio. Initially she hadn't even warranted my attention. I found her irritating and just another annoying person I had to deal with. I was stuck dealing with her for the entire day. Two guys had walked into the room behind her, one I knew and the other I didn't. She had been all over that one for the better part of the day. More than anything I wanted to shut her up, her voice was so grating and she had nothing real to talk about. But she was supposed to model for me. My school was testing out a program where med students would team up with art students so both could better learn their anatomy. I was surprised when the two guys walked in, they were both graduated already. I knew this only because the one I knew was my boyfriend, the other guy was his older brother. It was obvious to me that this girl was his. I didn't bother paying attention to her name.
The teacher explained to them what he had already told me. They were to sit and watch while I drew the girl, and ask me questions if need be. I wasn't sure why she had volunteered -she wasn't getting paid. The teacher had me do a few demonstration poses to give her a better idea of what she was in for, though for these she still had her clothes on. Then he left us to our business. So it was, we would be stuck in the same room for the next six hours.
I had other work I needed to get out of the way so I asked my 'students' to just hang around for a bit. I wasn't at all enthusiastic about having to draw this girl.
"So, you get to draw naked people all the time?" she asked me. "What's it like?"
"Why do you care?" I returned flatly. "It's obvious that any form of art is completely beyond you. Shut up and let me finish." She didn't talk to me for almost an hour, much to my relief. For that time I was able to lose myself in the swirling colors of my oil paint, my idea was coming together nicely though an untrained person would have mistaken it for random splotches of color on my canvas panel. Which of course, she did. I was ready to slap her across her face. "Didn't I tell you to shut up?" I growled. I turned on the stereo I had brought from home to drown her out.
"What do you know?" she demanded haughtily. She puffed out her chest a bit, then promptly dropped something on the floor. She bent over to pick it up, that was how she caught my eye.
"I know what you need," I replied. I crossed the room and decided that I should have a little fun with her. I didn't really care how she reacted to me. She would either like it, or she would leave and I wouldn't have to listen to her anymore. I drew her to me and kissed the side of her neck. I pulled away and offered a seductive smile waiting for either reaction.
She was on fire. Her hunger for me was unmistakable, as was her inexperience. She trembled tying to hide her eagerness as my hands found her waist. She was in denial as her back arched and she pressed her firm ass into me. I could tell so easily. I had known, even before she had that she was attracted to me. Our boyfriends sat watching intently on the other side of the room wondering what I was going to do next.
The music from the stereo droned out Pink Floyd, I was making her dance to it. My hands moved her graceful hips in circles. With every passing second I could feel her giving into me. I smiled softly knowing full well that my own "spell" was working on her wonderfully.
At first glance she was just another wannabe, dressed in a tight pink teeshirt and short black skirt. Sneakers instead of sandals. Her light brown hair was styled from a magazine. But I liked her lightly tanned skin and slender body. Her breasts were smaller than mine but still decent sized. She had a nice ass too, that had been the first thing I noticed. I slid my hand over that ass and gave her a squeeze, she gasped and so did the guys. Though her boyfriend didn't know that his brother was mine. I made sure they were both looking as I not-so-secretly hiked up her tight skirt. I smiled again at both of them.
I licked her earlobe startling her. "What's wrong, bambina?" I asked. "Don't you like me?" I moved my other hand to her breast and gave her another squeeze. She fell back against me breathing harder. I could tell she had never experienced this with a woman before and I for some reason wanted to make it worth her while. I pulled her closer, resting my mouth on the junction of her neck. "Don't you like me bambina?" I whispered. She did.
