Chapter 4.
Readers Respond.
Ten days later the local free community newspapers dropped through the letterbox.
The Fitzrovia Community News headlined the article, 'Radical, Christian and Nude Feminism,' and accompanied it with a photo of Jack and Coco in the gardens where the nude shots were taken.
" ... it's a challenge to patriarchal norms ... a counter point to the hijab and burkha ... the control of patriarchy over women's bodies ... Christian naturism is a religious belief also ... preferring biblical norms over patriarchal cultural norms ... where better to celebrate this tradition than in a garden ... to go naked as we did in the garden of Eden..." student nurse Coco told us.
The West End Recorder headline read, 'Graphic Artist's wife in Naked Installation Artwork.' A similar photo accompanied the article.
" ... my job is to challenge established concepts of femininity and patriarchy, of possessor and possessed, and exclusivity ... women should be free to be admired; even within a committed relationship ... jealousy is one aspect of patriarchal values ... without practising what I preach my art would be hollow ..." said Jack, a trainee graphic artist.
Another month and a package containing correspondence sent to Razzle for Coco arrived. It was large.
Coco took out a lever arch file and began to open and file the letters and assorted cock shots. There were a few shots of varying quality, the photos and models, of ladies.
"I can make a nice collage with the photos," said Coco.
"Maybe some of the letters too," said Jack, "We can hang them round the bedroom ... tell the Razzle story ... from square garden ... Anil1 ... Anil2 ... walkthrough ... square ... and home.
"Hey ... this one's from a modelling agency ... asking if I'd like to apply to join them ... looks like a scam."
"Here ... there's a magazine in this one ... it's Private ... a porno mag ... and there's a letter ... look," said Jack.
'Dear Coco,
I saw your feature in Razzle and I was impressed.
I am a professional photographer and am regularly published in magazines. I enclose a copy of Private in which I photographed the spreads on p 22 and 47.
You will see that my work is of the highest quality and I could portray you to great advantage.
All shoots take place in convenient and comfortable surroundings and I aim to make the shoot enjoyable for everyone.
You will find that my fees are very competitive; I consider your portfolios would be highly marketable.
I photograph across the range of men's magazines, my fees are paid over a 5 tier range and you can see examples at eddaphot.co.uk. I am particularly interested in recruiting tier 5 models to pose for high end magazines like Private which attract the highest rate of remuneration for me and the model
Please call me on 6** 98**** to discuss your career progression.
Yours sincerely,
Edmund Dankworth B,Sc.(Phot), MBAP.'
"B.Sc (Phot) ... must be an old geezer" said Jack, "As a condition of my graphic artist traineeship with a Fitzroy Street advertising agency I had to enrol for a BSc in Digital and Web Communication studies at Westminster ... takes five years of my evenings ... we don't even touch taking the images ... it's all about processing the image now," said Jack.
"At least you don't do nights ... my B.Sc requires lots of nights ... but at least I qualify a year before you."
Jack flicked through Private, "It's porno ... but is it art?"
"It makes me horny ... I need some tier 5 action," said Coco.
"I can do that ... in fact I'm gonna give him a ring ... it looks as though he needs five times as many male models as female," he held up a page showing a model being penetrated by three penises, with more waiting in the wings.
"Come and practise first."
***
The sun was low in the sky and the light white and brilliant.
Jack pulled his motorcycle up by the vehicles which had already arrived. He and Coco dismounted.
"Christ this is remote," Jack called out to the others.
"It's called the countryside," said Derek.
"There's not even a pub ... just a few sheep."
"Yeh... and you can fuck them without buying them a drink ..." said Colin.
"I know a girl like that," said Eddie.
"Well why didn't you bloody well bring her?" said Colin.
"She's not allowed out of the morgue."
Shortly the Club had assembled; they found a secluded spot and were ready to start.
"Well girls ... it's ladies request ... think about what you want ... and we'll get naked," said Jack.
Jack, Derek and Tim stripped off.
"What the fuck is that?" Derek pointed at Tim's cock.
"A Prince Albert," said Tim.
"I know what a fucking earring is even if it's in the end of your knob ... what the fuck is that."
"A cock and ball harness ... it's to emphasise my manhood ... and ensure that I can delay climax indefinitely."
"This is all Greek stuff ..." said Fiona, "... we were promised monsters and we've got peanuts."
"It's bloody cold at this time of the morning," said Derek.
"What are you laughing about?" Jack asked Coco.
"It's the first time I've seen you without an erection since we got married."
"Get some shots of this June," said Tim.
He tilted back, pushed his pelvis out, and started to make little thrusts.
"I call this 'The Ascent of Man'"
With each flip his penis swelled a little further and elongated, Jack and Derek watched in awe.
It grew into a long and heavy organ, almost collapsing under its own weight.
"Now I lock in ..." he pulled on the straps over his penis and around his balls, "... a rock hard monster ... erect indefinitely ... climax postponed ... here to satisfy any and every requirement ... any of you girls like a demonstration."
"Yeah ..." said Coco, "... there's a sheep over there ... show us ...
... And what about you two ... do you want to show us what you've got?"
They twitched their hips but nothing happened.
"How the fuck did you do that Tim," Derek asked.
"Viagra."
"That's cheating ... got any spare?"
"I can give you some at no mark up ... it's generic ... but good stuff."
Ten minutes later they were almost ready.
Coco stroked Jack into priapic glory then took her handkerchief and knotted it tightly around the base of his penis, "There honey ... now you look the part ... tier 5."
"Let's start with some macho dancer stuff ... pretend your performing for a Hens' Night."
They exhausted their repertoire.
"What next girls?" asked Jack.
"Every Hen's Night I've been to has been interactive," said June.
"I am ready and willing to interact," said Tim.
"Go on June," egged Fiona.
"Oh ... me ... Oh ... Ok ... I usually just watch."
Coco pushed her toward Tim, "Walk the walk Miss."
She approached him tentatively, "Tell me how to pose."
"Kneel in front and I'll do the floppy dick thing and wave it around you,"
He did it, then rested it on her shoulder, then on top of her head.
"Move in you other guys ..." said Fiona, "June ... put both hands around Tim ... so we can see how big he is."
She looked to Tim for permission, he nodded, she closed two hands over, yet three inches of shaft and his bell end remained uncovered.
"God ... that's hard," said June.
"Point it at your mouth ... like your going to give him a blow-job," said Fiona.
"Isn't that porny," objected June.
"Just point ... don't stick it in your mouth."
"Even so ... I'm not comfortable."
"OK ... whatever."
"How about you get your kit off ... and do some joint poses ... nothing porny ... just naked and innocent boys and girls together.
"With action ready stiffies?" said June.
"How about a Salome-like scene ... a girl dances and the men sit around watching ... she dances innocently ... but they all have boners ... let's make a comment on these biblical type classics ... reveal the truth ... what's really going through their minds."
"That's good ... that's' what this is all about ..." enthused June, "... casting a revisionist but truthful eye on fine art ... interpreting it with honesty."
She stood and gathered the three Adonises around her, then began to undulate like Salome. Suddenly the meet became high art, suggestion followed suggestion, classic depictions from painting and sculpture were incorporated and re-interpreted in successive scenes.
***
There was a pub a few miles away, they arrived just after opening at 11am.
After settling down with beer and pub grub, they reviewed the mornings shoot.
"I think we missed a valuable opportunity there ..." said June, "... when the guys did the Magic Mike bit we could have been in the scene... the girls ...sitting clothed watching ... the voyeurs ... the guys dancing ... priapic and naked ... the sexual objects ... I could have created a contrasting diptych with that ... and the guys sitting ... naked ... priapic ... the voyeurs ... watching the girl dance ... the object."
"Yes that would have been good," agreed Tim.
"I would have been happy to submit that in my final year portfolio," said June.
"But why did you jib at pointing my cock at your mouth?"
"There's a line ... there's contemporary fun ... a comment on the normal ... and the taboo ... things which remain private ... reserved for and contained in a specific relationship."
"And why shouldn't the private be revealed in a work of art?" asked Eddie.
"I suppose there's a context ... when titillation outweighs artistic commentary."
"Isn't that in the eye of the beholder?"
"Yes ... I suppose one man's artistic comment can be another's porn ... but the artist's intent must be important."
"There's a difference in what the artistic community should be able to behold and what the man in the street should be allowed?"
"No ... but in mass communication you must have regard to the limits of the untutored person's ability to interpret?"
"What limits would you impose on the untutored person?"
