Date: Fri, 04 Aug 2006 05:19:32 +0000
From: Martha
Subject: Up, Down, Tug & Pull

      Velvet Rope

      She had brown curls, and she sat on the seat closest to the look out.
Every now and then, the summer breeze would blow the light material of her
dress to reveal wonderfully toned slim legs, the ones you can only dream of
having. It was quite a strange sight when such a beautiful woman sits by
herself, on a romantic evening such as tonight. She had already ordered her
third drink, and was about to leave when she received a note: We seem to
have been forgotten, by our dates. Join me if you wish.

      She looked around, a little uneasy by the fact someone had been
watching her. When her eyes got to me with an uncertain look, I smiled
signaling with my head. She smiled back, relieved by the fact that I was
only a woman. She walked towards me with her drink. I had previously told
the man at the VIP section to let her in if she were ever to enter, saying
"she's an old friend of mine". The man unhooked the velvet rope without
hesitation, making her entrance almost grand, making heads turn her way and
eyes following her every move until she reached my table.

Stranger: "So it seems we are both victims of unfortunate events tonight."

I: "Not so unfortunate I would say" looking at her straight in the eyes,
trying to search for some clue or maybe her soul. "Please sit"

Stranger: "This really is the best spot to sit in, I can even smell the
salt from the water."

I: "Well seeing that you were about to leave, I wanted you to atleast enjoy
the best view in town just so your night wouldn't be so tragic in the end.

Stranger: " Oh no, no, he's just a guy I met in my hotel lobby, nothing
more, he's the one that asked me out on a date.

I: " I see, well I just thought you looked a little sad."

Stranger: " To be honest, this tends to happen to me often, it kills the
little ego left in me." She pouted her lips, making them almost too
appealing to look at.

      Something happened in my stomach that moment, and almost too
familiar.

M: " I can relate completely, my marriage didn't last long, before I knew
it, my husband had left with another."

Stranger: "Im so sorry to hear that, I could never be able to go through
something like that, for some reason I've always doubted men to be as..."
before she could finish, the waiter interrupted her.

Waiter: "Ms. Cadieux, you have an urgent call, please follow me."



      I watched her walk through the terasse, between tables and chairs
that were suddenly selfishly in her way to make her squeeze through,
obviously to the content of the men sitting on them. In return, making me a
little jealous, something surprisingly untintentional. She walked back with
such grace, that this time it looked like she had split the sea in two, no
chairs, no dirty little comments, no one stopping her in her way, she was
angelic. She sat back down, more relaxed, tipsy and happier. She was by far
nature's best masterpiece, her beauty just radiated out of her as though it
was suffocating inside.



I: "So, Ms.Cadieux, its finally a pleasure to meet you."

Ms.Cadieux: "Oh my god, I forgot to introduce myself, it's Rafaelle
Cadieux."

I: "You can call me Martika."

R: While laughing and embarrassed, "It's A pleasure." She took a sip of her
drink and sat back with her neck stretched out, looking up the stars. Her
face was so enigmatic, she caught me staring at her, but pretended not to
notice. "So what is it that you do, Martika?"

M: "I work in this city, running around trying to keep busy. And youself,
what brings you to this part of the world?" Looking at her a little
teasingly.

R: " No special reason, intuition maybe." She pulled out a cigarette, and
light it up. It was in that flame of fire, that I realized her eyes were as
green as the water under us. She lifted her head and smiled, showing her
perfect teeth and defined jaw bone. Why was she smiling at me like that,
did she notice me looking at her again.

M: " Don't take this the wrong way, but you have very very beautiful
eyes. Well the best I've seen up to date." Trying not to sound too bold.

R: Her stare changed, this time her eyes were saying something else, "Now
why would I take that the wrong way, compliments are always nice after
being ditched by your date right?" stirring in her seat, brushing her knee
against my leg ever so gently.

      It was my turn to smile in embarrassment, but standing my ground I
nod in approval to perhaps a subliminal message I was not aware of.

M: "That being said, I want to take pictures of you."

      She was taken aback for moment, realizing that what I had said
sounded a bit too intrusive for her, but again she changed, she leaned
forward putting her elbows on the table, letting her head rest on them,
childishly looking right through me.

R: "What for?"

M: "Let me rephrase...I want you to.."

      Her knee once again brushed my leg almost too much but instead of
removing it, it rested against me. Trying to pull myself together, and
blushing out of my mind. Concentrating on what I was about to say rather
than her soft legs.

M: " I would like you to model for me, I've been working on an exposition
themed on eyes and facial beauty. I think you fit the theme perfectly."

      Lowering my eyes at the same time, but commanding myself to look up
at her expression, her eyes, her beauty. For the first time in my life I
was scared of rejection, of being let down, of being lonely, I needed her
to say yes, I was completely under her spell.

R: "So you mean, you find me good looking?"

M: "Well, actually more than just good looking." Fidgeting with my napkin
that she was starring at.

R: She looks up at me again, but much closer, " Do you find me beautiful?"

M: "Yes... I find you are very beautiful."



      With her knee still pressed against mine, her whole calf was now
resting.

She won, I wasn't the leading player in this game, she took over without
anyone suspecting it. We ordered drinks, and then another round. After for
what seemed 5 minutes to me, the terasse was almost empty and our bellies
filled with alcohol.

M: "So how about tonight?"

R: " It was lovely thank you, I can't believe you paid for all that. Never
thought a stranger would be so kind to another stranger."

M: " It was nothing, but what I meant was, would you be interested in
modeling for me tonight."

R: " I'm glad you said that, I thought you'd never ask."





Tug and Pull



	We walked together in the mysterious streets of Cartagena, the
European architecture of the colonial houses, and the small brick passage
ways. Side by side, it seemed that we had been walking for ever,
occasionally brushing each other's arms, and bumping into one another from
lack of balance, on stilettos' guided by its drunken owners. By the end, we
had to hold each other to keep from falling over, and bursting in laughter
to the point of tears. It seemed as though we had been old friends, or at
least acquaintances, because comfort was definitely present, it was
lovely. One thing was for sure though, there was a change in the air around
us, it was sweet and sour, almost like the contradiction of tonight's
supposed series of events.

	We were reaching our destination when suddenly Rafaelle stopped
dead in her tracks. She looked around in confusion, and then at me, and
then back around, as though making sure she was reassuring herself of
something that was obvious.

R: "How in the hell did you know this was my hotel?"

M: "Well actually it goes more like this, I work here, my dad built it 30
years ago and it was given to me when he passed away. So now its up to me
to manage this whole business by myself. So instead of buying another house
for me to live in, I just built a penthouse at the very top of my hotel."

R: Laughing " Tonight is really something".

      Once again I had the feeling there was a double entendre in that
phrase, because not only did she squint at me flirtingly but she also
grabbed my arm and followed me arm in arm inside the hotel.

Butler: He nodded his head, "Buenas, Dona Aguilar" while opening the door
for us.

      	I smiled and patted him on the shoulder, whishing him good
night. We walked into the lobby, when suddenly my assistant came running
towards me with a letter.

Lucia: "Martha, your ex-husband was here, but since we couldn't reach you,
he left this instead, apparently he came to see you, but he had an
emergency and left."

Martha: "Gracias Lucia, nos vemos manana."

	I was stunned by the fact I was not affected by the coming of
Sebastian, if it were another day without this gorgeous creature beside me,
I would have left to run after him.



Rafaelle, seemed a little impressed with me, and I noticed she put her
defenses up. Was she scared of me? Did I do something wrong? I smiled at
her to make her at ease from something that was unknown to me. We walked
towards the outdoor garden and behind the fountain, I slipped my key into
what looked like a wall, but was just camouflaged door. I opened, and
inside was complete darkness. Rafaelle tucked her head inside a little
disoriented, and uncertain if she should step inside. I walked in, and she
followed closely behind like a scared child. I know my way in this elevator
and where the buttons are, I just always forget to turn on the automatic
night light. In the dark trying to find the other key to turn on the
elevator, I feel her breath on my neck, and her closeness from behind. I
felt her hand touch my waist, when a sudden loud beep ripped around us and
the lights blasted in our faces. She yelped a little and grabbed hold of me
tightly, out of fear that something terrible had happened. We found
ourselves in a tiny room, with one holding on.



M: "This only happens when activate it by key, sorry I didn't warn you
before."

I truly wasn't sorry, knowing that she was the type to be scared of the
dark and loud noises, I wanted her to cling to me, and it worked perfectly.

R: " I can't believe you have your own elevator. Your like the queen of
this place, I feel like I shouldn't even be here."

She said it in such a way, only a person with alcohol could confide to a
stranger, she let down her defenses, my plan worked out perfectly.

M: "Look you are my guest, prior to me knowing you or not, now you are
going to be modeling for me, so I intend to make your stay here as pleasing
as possible, leaving you no charge at all, because you are doing me a favor
after all."

	She seemed convinced for a moment.

R: " I'll let you do all that in one condition."

M: " And what is that?"

R: " You tell me the truth." She looked at me in an authoritative manner,
not losing eye contact with me.

M: "The truth about?" I pretended

R: "About why you're being so kind to a complete stranger, paying for all
her drinks, not charging for her stay in an expensive hotel and inviting
her up to your Penthouse.

	I never thought she would find out, or even think she could come to
realizing I had planned all of this to get her to model for me. I felt a
strange sensation of liberation.

M: " I had seen you in the lobby checking in, and from that instant I knew
you were perfect. I find you absolutely stunning, and I absolutely needed
to take pictures of you, and I knew one thing for sure, you wouldn't have
accepted my offer if I hadn't gotten to know you better. So I took
advantage of the fact my ex-husband being in town and made him to ask you
out on a date for me, pretending it would be for him."

R: " That is ridiculous, why didn't you just ask me you twat."

I was never named a twat before, and she put me a little on edge, making me
feel idiotic about myself.

M: Irritated, I straightened up and faced her almost menacingly, "Well I
take my art seriously, and I intend to make my subjects as comfortable as
possible around me so they can open up to the camera without me forcing
them. I will go as far as it takes, so I can get the perfect shot. If I
felt that you weren't ready for this, then I would have walked you to your
room and bid you a good night of sleep."

	I couldn't believe that I could be so frank with someone of this
caliber before, or even try to hide the fact I had done something out of
the ordinary to catch someone's attention, something that would be
considered over the edge, or freakish. Tonight, I was not ashamed that I
had gone this far to have her in front of my lenses. She stared at me,
without blinking or moving an inch. She looked frozen in time, and in her
eyes there seemed to be a kind of warmth rising, the kind you see from an
understanding person, someone who appreciates.

R: "So you want me that much?"

M: " More than you can imagine"

R: " Then why are we wasting time"

	She made me smile, the smile I had forgotten that existed within
me. I felt as though this person had opened me up in return to what I had
done to her. Rafaelle had overcome everything without being fooled, she
really is the product of universal perfection. She is nature's mirroring
image, she is the replica of what humans have long ignored, the rawest
beauty of purity. Yet she was a person I haven't known for more than 4
hours, and I could see this in her. All along, the elevator had been moving
up the floors, it felt like time had been slowed down to a stop, and then
back to normality, because the elevator jerked to a stop, shattering this
bubble of crystal that had formed around us.

	I opened the door, and turned on the light switch. Everything was
in its place, and unusually clean.

M: " Lucia must have cleaned this place up before I came, she probably knew
what I was up to." I chuckled.

	What I never chuckled before, what's happening to me?

R: " So it seems you like warmth, like me, you pick your colours right, to
coordinate the suggestion of what your furniture is giving off, which is in
my opinion very comforting. It's much like what you have been tonight."

M: "You really know how to put your words together. Are you usually this
poetic about material things and people?"

R: " Only around a certain 'kind' people."

      She gave me one of those smiles that can mean a million different
things at the same time, but I think I got an idea of what she was
referring to. I smiled back, with a hint that I was catching on. I love
this game, I wish I could tie down the sun so that it would never rise.

R: She grabs my hand, "So how about a little tour, huh?"

	I had never really let anyone into my studio before, but here I was
holding hands with the world's perfection, giving a tour to the small space
I lived in. I opened the door to my studio, forgetting that I had
photographs, paintings, and drawings of nudes, in suggestive positions,
with me in some of them. It was too late, she let herself in, and I
couldn't just throw her out, some part of me wanted her to see what my art
thrived for, women's sexuality. She was standing before my truth, the only
truth about me. The visible inclination towards the feminine body, their
delicacy, the nature of femininity. I turned around in shame, never have I
felt intimidated by someone looking at my work, in other words looking at
me. She noticed my behavior, and came around me. I didn't want to look up,
I didn't want to see judging, disapproving eyes. She lifted my head, and
made me look at her, not with words but with her hands.

R: "It's...beautiful. I never thought someone could be so bold and so
discreet at the same time. I'm sorry, but there's nothing to be ashamed of,
this is art. I've never seen anything like it, tell me do you only do
women?"

	The question lifted my heart for a moment, since it did refer to
another part of me. She knew what she was asking, but she didn't know I was
answering for more than just that.

M: " Yes I only do women, their bodies speak to me, it's the only language
I can understand in terms of physical and artistic knowledge. It enables me
to do this on paper, I discover myself a little more every time I do it.

R: "And tell me another thing.." She stopped to think, doubting herself, "
Is... that you in some of those pictures and painting? No actually you
don't have to answer, its private, I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

 	She became awkward with herself, but I could see amusement by the
fact it was a possibility that the naked bodies she had seen could have
been mine. She blushed by herself, and I thought I was melting at the sight
of her innocence.



M: I crossed my fingers, " Yes, that is me"

R: her face light up, " Well my dear, you are gifted and your parents
surely can do masterpieces with nature as well, it's a generation of
natural artists."

	I uncrossed my fingers. All my worries went away, I thought I
exceeded in art and skills from the lack of beauty in form and body. This
woman has lead me to me believe, I too, have beauty, a subject I never
discussed with myself, because it resulted in disappointment, and
disapproval. I never met up to my own standards. It felt like she lifted
off all this incredible weight off my shoulders, with the single touch of
her finger. The more we exchange words between us, the more I feel myself
losing strength not only in my knees but in holding back. I want this
woman, more than I want art or anything of value to my life. This stranger
has opened a door to my soul that no one has ever been able to uncover. She
sees me for who I am and what I am, and doesn't turn away.



R: She broke the silence, " So how about these pictures, did you forgot
already what I came here for." She said in a teasingly way, pinching my
nose and showing me her tongue. I lost my mind again...

M: "YES!" That was a little too loud, "Um here you can sit here, and um,
I'll prepare the roll, hold on a sec."

	I went into the other room looking desperately for the camera, my
hands were shaking, my heart was thumping too hard, why was I feeling this
way for this woman?

Yes, the camera, okay here, now the roll, alright calm down. Thump, thump,
THUMP.

I had a hard time placing the film strip in the camera, and on other days I
could do it with my eyes closed. I took a deep breath, and stepped into the
room only to find my subject half naked trying to take off her bra.

R: "Oh sorry, look do you think you can help me unhook my bra, it's jammed
and I'm so clumsy. It's been hurting me all night, I hope it doesn't bother
you, my dress is a little see through."

M: I cleared my throat, " Noo...not at all." Pointing at the painting and
photographs on the wall, did I really need to remind her?

R: "Oh right! Hahaha,"

M: "Here let me...help you. Just stand still" It wouldn't budge, " Almost
there, okay I think I got it!" POP!

	The buckle had flown off in the air, making her bra fall to the
ground.

R: "Well, I guess that was a waste of money."

M: " It's my fault, I'll buy you another one, well no actually I'll give
you the money for it, ha!"

R: " No it's fine, it wasn't that great anyway."

	She had turned around, exposing her beautiful small breasts, and
she seemed very confident about them. She took her time to dress back into
her white one piece. It was see through alright, more than I expected, her
nipples were showing perfectly through the material. I instinctively closed
my legs, why, I don't know, and looked at the ceiling.

I cranked my camera, and took several pictures. The light from above wasn't
enough to make her iris small to stretch out the green colour to its
limit. So I made her lie down on the sofa, and hung another light bulb
right above her eyes. Wonderful, it's working, but then I realized I had to
get on top of her to take the pictures.

M: " I hope this doesn't make you uneasy if I...stand over you to take the
pictures. I promise you they will look splendid."

R: " Just do what you have to do, don't ask me, I am your subject aren't I,
well treat me like one, you place me, you do whatever you like, I'm an
object."

	This woman really knows how to speak, she probably doesn't have any
idea she's seducing me in this instant.

M: " As you wish."

	I stand over her, click, crank, click, crank, when I looked through
the camera I saw a spark of liking in her eyes, I didn't know if it were
because I was taking pictures of her, or that I was standing over her that
made it so amusing. Click, crank, I brushed some hair out of her face, with
my fingers, and while I did so, she closed her eyes, and opened her
mouth. I kept taking pictures, my knees began to hurt for several reasons.



R: " Look your shaking, just sit on me, your hurting yourself."

M: " No I'm fine, really."

R: " No your not, just sit, you're not going to kill me if you do, just sit
on me it'll be more comfortable" I looked at her, " God just do it you
bum!"

	So I sat on her, and when I did I felt her lift up her bum, as
though she wanted to thrust...I ignored it, probably a reflex. Click,
crank, click, her face changed gradually, she was closing her eyes more
often, her cheeks were more flushed, and she was moving slightly under
me. I felt her open her legs, and her warmth began to rise in between my
legs through the fabric of my underwear. I too started to feel flushed, in
both my face and between my legs. I unintentionally closed my legs together
tightly again, and she jerked me against her, by accident, I think.

M: " I'm sorry, it's a reflex." Blushing.

R: "Please don't be." Her toned had changed, much softer this time, "Don't
be sorry"

She closed her eyes and bit her lip, the alcohol is really taking in
effect, or is it me. I can't believe she's actually under me, 4 hours ago
she was sitting in front of me sipping her drink, and now she's under me,
having taken pictures of her. Click, nothing. Shit the film, it jammed,
well that was fun, it's over now.

M: "Well we're done, gorgeous. The worst has passed." Starting to get up.

 	She put her hands on my hips, and shoved me back down against her
pubic bone, and I let out a tiny moan that was not intended for her to
hear.

R: " You mean the best is yet to come?" with a smirk on her face.

	I was frozen, I didn't know wether stand up or just sit there. But
the heat from my crotch was definitely radiating to hers because her hands
starting to tighten, and her pelvis would shift up against me.

M: " Um..yes development, it's the best part in photography, you finally
get to see your..." she ripped the camera out of my hands , forgetting it
was tied around my head making my head sling towards her, and catching my
lips with her own in mid air. Her lips were just like how I imagined. Soft,
full, sweet, amazing, they were my pillows now. I heard the camera hit the
ground, with a click. We fell together against the head rest, her hand on
my back and the other around the back of my neck pulling me harder against
her mouth. I opened my eyes, and there she was also with her eyes open, I
thought I was the only who did that. We kissed with our eyes opened
slightly, let our hands run through each other's hair and torso. My hand
naturally went to feel her jaw. I stopped kissing her, I looked at her, she
looked at me, I needed air. I smiled, she responded with a pout, she wanted
more. This beautiful creature wanted more from me, I took my hand and
turned her head, and kissed her jaw, her neck, her ears, and in a swift
move I turned her over on top of me. It was my turn, and with my mouth
still roaming her face and her neck, I pushed her down onto my crotch and
she lifted her head with her mouth open and let go a moan louder than
mine. It was beautiful, she is beautiful. Butterflies were hitting roughly
against the walls of my stomach, this is better than any other drug ever
invented. With her back arched she started to grind against me. I undressed
her meanwhile, kissing her inch by inch as the clothes went off down to her
knees. I sat up on my bum with her still on top and ripped off her
dress. She laughed with one of the sexiest laughs I've ever heard, and so
appropriate and in perfect timing, I thought I came in my pants. I licked
down all the way to her nipples, and threw her down on her back on the
other side of the sofa, she looked at me teasingly, and spread her legs
very slowly. I took off my dress as well but I didn't have a bra, she
stared at my breasts.



R: " Can I lick your nipples?"

M: " Well...I don't think you'd really want to do ..." She grabbed me by
the hair and pulled me down, and bite down on my nipples and sucked and
nibbled at them, her hands where caressing my ass, and scratching my back
down to raw skin, I dug my nails into her, she moaned even louder this
time. The pain and pleasure was a perfect mixture, I lost my mind for sure
this time, I was completely hers. My stomach was pressing against her bare
crotch, her wetness was dripping down onto my own wetness, I was in
ecstasy. She started to tug and pull at my panties, of course it was her
turn, and she slipped her fingers inside, she was confident, she definitely
did this before. She touched me as though she had been my lover for years,
she put pressure on my love spots and just the right amount, I was going to
cum within seconds, I was breathing harder than any other times I've had
sex before. She ripped off my panties, she became rough, I was contracting
and she pulled me to her face, and licked my clit. I'm glad I didn't cancel
on that brazilian waxing, cause I could feel everything. She bite me and
sucked, my body let go, I couldn't hold it anymore, I was convulsing over
her face and she removed her fingers and instead slipped her entire tongue
inside me, at that moment everything went black.

      I had fainted from too much exhaustion and pleasure. I woke only to
find a note: The real truth was I had wanted you ever since we graduated
from school, but you never noticed me. Your ex-husband was very nice to
lead me to you. Forgive me, I was the liar.