Carl finished his third and final picture of nude Camilla around a quarter to six; he paid her, and she reluctantly put her clothes on, for she had to hurry over to
Luvlee's
and begin stripping and lap-dancing there.
Before leaving, she said, "Remember sir--I mean, Carl--feel free to rape me again any time; I'll let you."
"Don't say 'rape', Camilla!" the artist snapped at her.
"Sorry,
ravish
me again any time you want," she said, shaking with fear from his bad temper, but also aroused by it. "I like it when you're forceful...I love you."
Carl took her by the hands, looked her in the eyes, and calmly said, "Camilla, you hardly even know me."
"I know enough," she said.
He gently put his hands on her cheeks and said, "You're not even
close
to knowing enough. You know my cock, that's all. You 'love' an idea in your head about me. I can't live up to that; no man can. Look, I expect Belle to be better by tomorrow, and I'll resume working with her--I can concentrate better with my sister posing nude, because I'm not an incestuous sicko. If she's still sick tomorrow, or if at any other time she can't pose for me, I'll call you--give me your number." She promptly searched in her purse for her name card, and he continued: "And from time to time, when I'm not busy with other things, we can fuck if you like. But I'm not committing to anyone--especially not with girls half my age."
"I'm 18, the age of consent," she said.
"That makes no difference to me," he said. "I'm not committing to anyone or anything but my art. I'm a free man, and I want to stay that way. Sorry, Camilla, but that's just the way I am."
"OK, I understand," she said with a pout. She gave him her
Luvlee's
card, which had her home address and phone number, and left.
*********************
Camilla walked into
Luvlee's
ten minutes later, and saw Candice wearing black lace underwear at the bar. Candice was looking at the
Luvlee's
website on the laptop there, and this gave Camilla an idea.
"Hi Candice," she said when she got next to her friend. "Can I see the computer for a second?" Camilla took off her dress as Candice turned the laptop around.
"Sure," Candice said. "What for?"
"I wanna know if I can post an ad on the
Luvlee's
website," Camilla explained.
"An ad? For what?"
"A photographer/movie camera guy. I wanna do porn," Camilla said while finding a page on the site where she could post such an ad.
"Why am I not surprised?" Candice asked with a smirk.
Camilla typed in the ad. This is what it said: "
Luvlee's
lap-dancer looking for experienced photographer/movie cameraman to make porn photo galleries and movies with her. Must have professional attitude. If interested, meet Camilla in
Luvlee's
; bring portfolio. Will give you one free lap-dance." She also included her cell-phone number.
Candice looked at the ad. "Camera
man
? Sounds like sex discrimination," she said.
"Oh, fuck political correctness," Camilla said. "I want to flash my pussy for a
guy
."
"And you'll give him a free lap-dance?" Candice asked.
"Of course," Camilla said, "so I can know how big his dick is."
"Crucial in finding the best cameraman, of course," Candice said facetiously.
"Absolutely," Camilla said in all seriousness. "Then I can do POV porn with him."
A man asked Candice for a lap-dance, and she said goodbye to Camilla and went with him.
Camilla sat at the bar in her white underwear for several minutes, surfing the internet. Business was unusually slow for a Thursday evening, and Camilla was surprised at not having had anyone ask her for a lap-dance; normally the customers found her so irresistible that she always had difficulty getting a moment to rest or use the washroom. For this reason she'd often considered asking the boss to have toilets installed in the private rooms; then those with a taste for urolagnia (or coprophilia, for that manner) could enjoy watching her use the toilet between lap-dances.
After a few more minutes of boring waiting, Camilla received an even bigger surprise than the lack of business: Akemi, her Japanese-Canadian classmate, the one with lesbian feelings for her, walked into the bar!
Camilla ran up to Akemi. "Akemi! Hi!" she said in a cheerful, high-pitched voice. She threw her arms around the shy Asian, who trembled with fear and desire at Camilla's touch. "How are you? So good to see you! I never thought I'd se you in here."
"I never think I come in here, too," Akemi said. "I embarrass, but...I don't know..." She was breathing heavier and heavier, for Camilla was still hugging her close.
Correctly assuming that Akemi had learned about Camilla stripping in
Luvlee's
from all the usual gossips at school, and that Akemi wanted to satisfy the urges her Catholic faith made her ashamed of, grinning Camilla asked, "Would you like me to give you some lap-dances?" (She asked Akemi in a manner that made the titillating offer sound as innocent as fixing her a cup of tea.)
"Oh, well...okay," Akemi said haltingly, frightened and excited at the same time.
"OK. Just let me get my purse," Camilla said with a smile. She got her purse and dress from the bar, and she led timid Akemi into a private room.
They sat down, and Camilla, sitting on a chair opposite where Akemi was, asked, "So, are you glad we're finally graduating next week? No more of that awful school and its restrictions?"
"Yeah," Akemi said, still shaking with fear and guilt about what she was about to enjoy. "Then I go to university, in Toronto, far away from my mommy/daddy.
Freedom!
" She sounded almost happy saying that last word.
"I know what you mean," Camilla said. "I felt that freedom the second I moved out of my mom's house: I hate that bitch!"
"Camilla, you can't say that. Must respect your parents."
"Only when
both
my parents are respectable people," Camilla said, then she unclipped her bra at the sound of a new song beginning. "I guess it's time to get out of my underwear," she said.