Part 8: Exposed
This story takes place in 1976 before there were cell phones and personal computers.
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Chapter 14
Despite being doped up on barbiturates, I was a bundle of nerves waiting for the curtains to open on my exhibit that was the centerpiece of the exposition. My naked body and all its flaws would be on display for thousands of strangers to scrutinize for the next two months.
I had been coerced into posing in the nude as Venus in Botticelli's masterpiece 'The Birth of Venus.' Even though I now knew the evidence against me had been rigged, I could see no way out of my dilemma. I had accepted a plea bargain to avoid eighteen years in a maximum-security prison. My bargain required me to perform 400 hours of community service supporting the Santa Teresa Tableau D'Art, a local charity event that used volunteer actors posing as famous works of art. Calling me a volunteer was a farce, but tell that to the judge.
So, that is how I found myself posed practically naked inside a small room waiting for the curtain to part for the first time on opening day. I was standing in the middle of an enormous seashell that was 'floating' near shore. The Exposition staff had informed me that I had to remain motionless during my forty-minute sessions for it to count toward my community service. My solitary support was a metal rod with a small padded bend in the top. My perineum rested on the padding. The barbiturates dulled my normally hyperactive mind.
The only things covering my naked body were my right-hand concealing half of my right breast and my left hand holding the wispy end of my long-braided wig over my pussy that had been rendered hairless by thorough laser treatment.
My companion was the Hora of Spring who was holding a garment to cover my naked body when I reached the shore. Of course, the painting was a moment frozen in time, and I would never reach the safety of the shore. The gods of wind floated over my right shoulder, and a cold breeze blew out of their mouths causing my nipples to be constantly hard and erect. The gust was strong enough to tug on my wig and cause my hand to vibrate on my sex.
I tried to calm myself with deep breathes as Maggie counted down the seconds until she would raise the curtain. No matter how many times my boyfriend told me I was gorgeous, I had never been confident in my appearance. I had been skinny as a rail until my junior year in high school. By then, I was resigned to being scrawny and flat chested. I had been surprised by the sudden development of generous breasts and a flare to my hips. Despite my new breasts and athletic ass, I knew in my heart, I was still the skinny, awkward girl I had always been. I dreaded the moment when the curtain opened, and the crowds showed their disdain for the homely girl selected to play the goddess of love.
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Chapter 15
I shuddered as the curtain parted to reveal a throng of people crowded in front of me. I wasn't prepared for the animal growl of lust that greeted my naked body. After a moment, I heard cheering from the crowd as they surged forward and began clapping. I was grateful for the pane of glass separating me from the rapacious crowd. I could hear the audience talking about my body loud enough to be easily heard through the glass partition. Men and women alike were in awe of the beauty of Venus. I was all too aware of where people were staring without hearing their comments. I felt a flush wash over my body. Thankfully, my heavy makeup hid my embarrassment. I felt a hot surge in my core and prayed I wasn't showing signs of my growing arousal.
After a while, I managed to relax a bit and look around the large hall, being careful not to move my head and forfeit credit for the forty-minute-long session. The crowds kept circulating, and I could see glimpses of some of the other exhibits beyond the packed spectators. In front of me was a rotating platform with a naked couple glistening with oil lying on a round bed under a spotlight. I recognized the redheaded girl as Trish's devout Christian daughter, Mary. The pale petite girl looked sedated as she feebly fought against the caresses of a large muscular black man. Her ankle was tied to a bedpost preventing her escape. The man looked vaguely familiar. The platform slowly rotated until I saw the man's massive erection. I had only seen a cock that size in a porn movie I had watched with my boyfriend. Suddenly, I remembered my uncle saying they had hired a famous porn star for that exhibit. The man eagerly assaulted Mary's perky breasts with his tongue. I doubted she had any idea what was planned for the end of her shift.
Sonya was across from me playing the role of 'The Nude Maga.' She was naked and reclining on a bed of pillows with her arms behind her head. Her legs were pressed together, but a tuft of black pubic hair was visible between her brown thighs. I couldn't see the exhibits on either side of mine, but I could hear a woman scream about a repulsive octopus assaulting a naked Asian girl in the display next to mine.
I could also see my aunt in an exhibit of Manet's 'The Luncheon on the Grass.' Cathy was the nude woman in the foreground casually picnicking with two fully dressed men who were in a deep conversation ignoring her naked beauty. My aunt's humungous breasts and long legs were on display for the leering crowd.
I could just see part of the exhibit of
Gustave Courbet
's painting '
The Origin of the World
.' The actress was fortunate that her face was hidden since everyone in town knew the mayor's daughter. Hanna had been devastated when she learned 'The Origin of the World' was a euphemism for vagina. She was lying on her back with her legs spread. A mound of sparse black hair framed her exposed sex. One of her generous breasts was also exposed.
In the center of the room at the far end from me and near the entrance, a couple of naked ballet dancers were performing on a raised platform that slowly rotated. Michael's solution to the problem of continually holding the difficult pose presented in the sculpture titled 'The Dancers.' was to have the pair in constant contact while they danced to slow sensuous jazz. Every few minutes they would hold the pose presented in the original sculpture.
I completed two forty-minute shifts with a twenty-minute break between them before lunch. I quickly ate a sandwich during my break. Maggie had me bend over for my tranquilizer suppository. I was still embarrassed at the intrusion of her fingers especially since she casually did it in front of the rest of my team. After lunch, I managed another shift before taking another break.
It was opening day, and there were occasional glitches. When Maggie pushed the button to open the curtain nothing happened. She called a technician to fix the problem. I was sent back to my dressing room while the curtain was fixed. I returned to the exhibition hall and watched as the curtain parted. A few minutes later, I felt a tickle on my exposed left breast. I glanced down and saw the largest fly I had ever seen crawling in circles on my heaving breast. I tried blowing at the nasty insect through pursed lips without success. The fly calmly walked up to my nipple and took a bite.
I screamed, "Oh, mother fuck me!"
Then the real pain began. It felt like I had been stabbed In my breast with a hot molten knife. I fell to the floor clutching my breast and screaming in agony. The pain kept getting worse. My whole breast felt like it was on fire. Maggie rushed inside the room and rolled me onto my back. She pulled my hand away from my bloody breast as I thrashed around on the floor.
Maggie said, "Oh, dear God. Who let in a fucking deer fly? Someone get the doctor quick."
I was hyperventilating until I felt my throat constrict. I had to fight to breathe. I was wheezing until my throat closed completely. I knew I was going to die naked in front of a crowd of strangers.
