Work Of Art

In The Begining

(Author's Notes : *Proofread/Edited Corrections Made *Word Count: 1408 )

I stood in my art studio admiring paintings of the many different girls that I had used for my subjects a few of them I had had sex with afterwards but only because they insisted and I couldn't resist a woman's beautiful body. To me, women such as myself I believed should be treated like goddesses, and I believed that they should be treated as the queens that they are. I loved the female anatomy with a deep passion.

"Are you just going to sit there and blankly stare at these paintings of naked women, or are you going to actually sell some paintings tonight?"  My agent Angela asked as she raised an eyebrow at my uninterested gesture.

"Maybe"  I replied shortly as glanced over my art work.  I was an artist, I painted,I drew women and that's all I did all day and all night and it's something that I never grew un fond  of what I did because I was doing what I absolutely loved. I was privileged,Rich and very attractive but Art was my passion not money in fact I had a bank account filled with cash that I rarely touched and in having that I also had a staff of greedy agents along the way most stole from me because I was very young at the time and didn't really understand nor care about the concept of money in any case they were all fired but Angela, Angela had been my agent for 4 years now and she was a strict hard ass on me and also the closest thing that I had to a suitable mother- figure.

Any who, I guess I'll tell you a little about me without going in to any dramatic details I was born on New Years eve, I am 21 years old and single and I live in Miami, the city of sex so they call it.. and I can't say that I disagree with that. My mom and dad both died of drug overdoses when I was 15 they were both methadone addicts and since then I found healing and love in my Art.. that and also women.

"What do you mean "Maybe", young lady you are THE hottest artist in Miami and there are a crowd of rich snobs out there waiting to throw money at you so get up" she said taking the freshly popped wine bottle from my hands. "And start selling, and fix your shirt" she said as she attempted to button my shirt but failed, Angela glanced up at me and realized that we our faces were inches apart

"Hi Angela, aww I didn't know you cared" I said sarcastically with a giggle

"Don't even think about it I am happily married thank you, here go fix the shirt yourself" she said turning me away from her to face the door

"sure you are" I mumbled with a smirk as we both walked into the Gallery only to be met by snob after rich snob all of whom I paid absolutely no attention to. I spoke with a few older women who were clearly only there to fuck me but I was surprisingly not interested. I walked around for a while canvasing the area until something beautiful caught my full attention. A young girl standing alone admiring one of my paintings. I watched as she tilted her head at an angle and furrowed her brow

"That's her umm va-"

"Yes I see that now"

the  girl said politely cutting me off she stared at the painting and I noticed that she hadn't taken her eyes off of it to even look at me. I stared at her attempting to get a feel for her but I couldn't and this was a first for me because normally I could easily read women but this one she was different. She couldn't of been but a year or two younger than I was her body was amazing, her curves were like that of a goddess her pale yet smooth skin glistened in the soft ambiance of the lighting above us. Her seemingly soft, plump, pink lips slightly spread apart as she stared in awe at my painting. It wasn't until she finally turned to face me that I saw her intense Emerald eyes that I froze in my place. She was extremely ,inhumanly beautiful her thick yet sculpted eyebrows complimented her soft yet semi sharp facial features. She appeared to be unreal a real life actual painting.. she was someone that I had to have as a subject.