Art School

"Sorry", the balding middle aged man said, barely looking at me, "we aren't hiring right now." I let out a short, breathless sigh and pondered what to do next. It was the summer after my first year at Columbia and I desperately needed a job. If I didn't start making money soon I would have to move out of my apartment and move back in with my parents. Nothing could be more depressing. After a year of independence in the Big Apple, a girl acquires a taste for freedom. Being at my mothers beck and call 24/7 wasn't what I had in mind for a fun summer. Only by finding a position with good compensation could I escape such a dreary punishment.

My major at Columbia was Art History so I assumed I could easily get an acceptable position at one of New York's many fine Art Museums. I couldn't have been more wrong. Many of the positions were for volunteers. That meant no pay. All of the others required several years of experience or a Masters Degree. After visiting every Art Museum between 50th and 85th street, I had found nothing except several new subway stations. "Excuse me!" the bald man at the reference desk asked, now looking at me rather intently, "Can I help you with anything else?" What could I tell him? That I felt like a worthless child and not like the independent woman I thought I had become? "No thank you," I answered softly, "it's just so difficult finding a decent position in this city" "Oh, excuse me!" someone said from behind me, "Did you say you were in need of employment?" I turned around and looked at the woman who had just spoken. She had a wide smile on her face as she waited patiently for me to answer. "Yes," I replied, "I definitely am. I'm a student at Columbia and am looking for something that will enable me to stay in the city until school starts again in the fall. I would prefer an job in the area of art." "Well, well," the woman said with a bit of spice to her words, "I think I can help. If you are willing to do the work, that is.

I own a art supply store on 71st, not too far from the Frick Collection." I became excited when she mentioned the Frick Collection. It was my favorite Art Museum in New York. The thought of being able to both work and have time to visit Frick more was exhilarating. "Really?" I said coolly, keeping my emotions in check as I am prone to do, "It sounds good so far. What would I be doing?" "Well," she answered, "the girl who keeps, that is, kept inventory just moved to Greenwich Village for a different job. I've been doing most of the extra work myself but am starting to fall behind. Exactly, that's why I am here now. I have a old friend who works here and was going to ask her if she needed a part time job." "Oh," I said, "part time. I'm really looking for a full time position. I don't think this will work out." "I don't think you need to worry." She said slowly, looking me over, "you will be well compensated for your work. Listen, I'll explain to you more about the job when you come in for an interview. Let me get you my card." As she searched through the folders she was carrying, I had time to look over my prospective employer. She was in her early 30's, I figured, not as old as my parents were but not as young and immature as my classmates at Columbia were either.

Full, curly hair flowed over her angular shoulders and down her back. Hazel, puppy-like eyes complemented her graceful, wool-like brunette hair. A tight fitting blue cotton dress accentuated her tall, stately figure nicely. Finally she pulled out a card and looked at me with a smile, "If you have any trouble finding my place you can contact me by calling the number on the card. I'll be around during normal business hours." "Thank you," I replied as I read her business card, "Miss..." "Oh, yes!" She laughed, "Of course! I haven't even introduced myself yet. I'm Gwendolyn Brisbane. Most people just call me Gwen." "Nice to meet you Miss Brisbane!" I said with politeness as I had been raised to do, offering my hand to her for a handshake, "My name is Katherine McIntyre." I felt a strange sensation as we shook hands. My entire arm tingled from touching her firm but graceful hand. However, as much as I wanted to stop touching her to end the unfamiliar feeling she was giving me, for some reason I desired even more to continue our contact. "Ok then," Gwendolyn said as we broke our handshake after what seemed to me like a million years, "I hope to see you again Katherine!" "Goodbye." I waved as she turned and walked away. One glance at my Rolex confirmed what I had already thought; it was too late in the day to go to Gwendolyn's store for an interview. So instead I made my way to the nearest subway station and rode to my one room studio apartment on the Upper West Side.

As soon as I got home I collapsed on my bed, exhausted from a long day of job searching. It had been a typical hot, muggy New York day so I wanted to get comfortable. With the last drops of energy I could muster I took of my conservative yet fashionable black suit, unbuttoning the jacket, throwing it aside and then slipping out of the snug fitting skirt, one wiggle at a time. Next I removed my white blouse and took of my velvet sandals. Finally I was down to just my matching set of red satin panties and bra. Shortly thereafter I fell asleep, with a few lingering thoughts about a certain woman I had just met running through my head.

I awoke the next mourning completely recharged and ready to meet the world again. Hoping it would assist me in getting the job, I put on my best dress. It was a low cut, crimson colored silk dress that just felt fantastic against my skin. Embroidered down the side of the dress were green Chinese characters. All my friends at Columbia said it made me look fashionable and sophisticated. It certainly made me feel confident. After eating a quick breakfast I quickly made my way toward the area where Gwendolyn said her store was. It didn't take me long to find her store since I had been in the area several times before while visiting the Frick Collection. Her store looked tiny from the outside. Once I entered the store, however, it seemed to magically mushroom. Brushes, chalk, paper, knifes, clay, oils, thinners, binders, pigments, plasters, and countless other art supplies filled the walls almost to the ceiling. A stylish girl in her 20's standing behind a cash register greeted me, "Hello, what can I get for you today?" "Oh," I replied, "pardon me. I'm here to meet with Miss Brisbane about a job."

"Ok!" the cashier, said cheerfully, "You must be Katherine then! Gwen has been expecting you. Just go to the back of the store and turn left. Her office is back there. You can't miss it." I did as ordered and found a closed door at the back of the store. After knocking a few times Gwendolyn answered. "Come in." she mumbled, motioning with a half eaten donut in her hand, "Take a seat." I sat down on a spacious couch situated in a corner of the room. As Gwendolyn quickly gulped down the rest of her donut with a cup of coffee, I took in my surroundings. Several replicas of famous paintings were hung along the wall to my right. Just before me, where Gwendolyn was sitting, was a beautiful and obviously expensive marble desk. Behind Gwendolyn were a few filing cabinets and countless boxes, stacked to the roof. "Well then," Gwendolyn said zestfully with her arms out and palms face up, "welcome to my reception room, office complex, and warehouse facility, all neatly packaged into a few square feet." "Very funny!" I said tautly, forcing a sly smile, "You have a very nice store even if it isn't very roomy."

"So," Gwendolyn said with a tough demeanor I had never seen from her before, "you think my store is small, do you?" How could I be so stupid, I thought. There I was desperately needing a job and I was insulting the only person who could help me. "I apologize Gwendolyn. I didn't mean to disparage your store." "That's fine, Katherine!" she said, her mean demeanor replaced by a light one, "Don't mind me, I'm only teasing you! My only ironclad rule for my employees is that you have fun while working here. If I wanted serious I would have joined up with the Marine Corp. Sound good?" "Yes," I answered, chuckling nervously, "Sounds good to me!" "Great!" Gwendolyn said, "So let's begin the interview. Don't worry, this won't be much worse than the Spanish Inquisition!"

After about twenty minutes of typical interview questions about matters such as education and work experience, Gwendolyn asked, "What do you like to do in your spare time?" "Well," I answered, "I spend a lot of time at art museums and..." "Really?" Gwendolyn interrupted, "Which ones?" "I've spend a lot of time at the Metro. I really like some of there exhibitions. However, I'd have to say my favorite is the Frick Collection, though." "Me too!" Gwendolyn exclaimed, "Maybe we can go there together sometime. I've got full membership so I can view many pieces that general public doesn't get to see. They really have some gorgeous works of art there." "That would be interesting." I replied, "I would like to explore Frick more." "Great," Gwendolyn answered, "we will have to make it a date. That brings us to the last topic I wish to discuss with you. What do you do on your personal time?" "Personal time?" I wondered out loud, "Didn't you already ask about that?" "I'm sorry Katherine." she replied, "Maybe I wasn't clear with my words before. I'd just like to know what personal relationships you are involved in.

This job can be very demanding at times and I don't need a man pulling you away from me just when I need you the most." "Oh," I blushed, too embarrassed to even look at her, "you mean boyfriends. Well I don't currently have one. You know, I just don't have the time presently for dating." I hoped she couldn't see through my lies. The truth of the matter was that I had no interest in men. Never had. I hadn't even had a crush on anyone. It wasn't because I thought I was a lesbian or anything like that. I just told myself that schoolwork, reading, and other academic pursuits were of more importance than relationships. "I completely understand." Gwendolyn said thoughtfully, "It is tough to meet people in this city. Though a good-looking girl like you must have had a few offers. I mean, you look so attractive in that dress. It really fits your frame nicely." "Thank you, Gwen!" I blushed as I stood up to show myself off, "I got the dress last fall. The characters on the side mean 'Women are one with nature'." "Interesting." Gwen said, her eyes crawling up and down the length of my dress, "I like how they match your eyes pretty green eyes. Come closer so I can have a closer look." "Sure." I murmured, quickly moving around her desk so I could stand before her, "How do you like it?" "Lovely, Kat."

She said sensually as she placed her left hand around my wrist, "You don't mind if I call you that, do you?" "No, it's fine I guess." I said weakly, looking down into her eyes. Gwen's demeanor seemed to change in an instant. Instead of appearing non-threatening and friendly, she now seemed menacing, with the eyes of a vulturous predator and the heavy breath of a lustful beast. I was getting very nervous standing so close to her. My palms were getting sweaty and my heart began beating faster. Even so I enjoyed the feeling that started to grow at the pit of my stomach, the same queasy feeling I imagine any prey gets when it knows it is about to be overpowered by a hungry, vicious hunter. "What's it made of?" Gwen asked, looking up at me with a sheepish grin. "Silk." I spurted out between ever-heavier breaths. Then I shocked myself by asking, "Would you like to feel it?" I moved even closer to her. When she stood up we were at most three inches apart. Even though I was becoming dizzy from the pleasure I got from being so close to her I managed to spin around 180 degrees so Gwen could touch my dress in the back. However, Gwen had other ideas. Suddenly she wrapped her slim, elegant arms around my waist, with her right hand tightly gripping my left side and her left hand tenderly stroking my dress in a circular motion around my belly. Suddenly she pulled me closer so we were body on body. I felt so helpless yet so loved in her embrace. I started to quiver from the unfamiliar feelings of softness and femininity that started to pulsate inside of me. "Oh Kat." Gwen moaned, her voice as heavy as honey. She moved her lips within inches of my ear and purred, "Your dress is so smooth.

You are irresistible in it. How do you feel in it? Do you feel girlish?" It was a miracle I didn't faint from the jolt I got up my spin as she spoke. Her breath felt so alluring on my skin. When she finally laid her fiery lips on my tender ear, I rippled with erotic pleasure. "Umm," Gwen meowed as she moved her tongue around the outside of my ear, "Doesn't this feel so nice? This is what girls like us do, Kat. Would you like to be one my girls?" I felt confused. Everything was happening so fast. Never had I wanted to shout a resounding yes as much as I wanted to then. Yet I still retained the last remains of my once bountiful reserve. "I just don't know if this is right." I whined, deep down hoping Gwen would convince me otherwise, "Are you sure what we are doing is OK?" Gwen put her lips around my ear again, this time biting down lightly. Slowly she nibbled around my ear lob, working her dark magic on me.

Finally I closed my eyes, threw my head back, and let out a deep moan to release the tension that was building up inside of me. "Don't deny yourself, Kat." Gwen pleaded her case to me, "I can give you pleasure that you never even imagined in your most wicked dreams. I want to do dirty, sinful things to you, with you." Gwen pulled me into her even tighter. I could sense our hearts beginning to beat as one. All I could think about was surrendering myself completely to her. I decided it was time to get a taste of her lips. However as I tried to turn around to greet those lips of hers, she held me firm, "No, Kat! Don't turn around. You are so delectable like this. If you only knew what I had in mind, you would take pleasure in submitting to me. Wouldn't you like me to satisfy you, love?" Finally I gave in to my carnal desires. Moving both my arms around her waist as best as I could, I began moving my fingers up and down her loose skirt, slowly messaging her inner thighs. She seemed to enjoy it because I could feel her hips begin to grind rhythmically against me. "Oh, please!" I cried out with feigned emotion, as I began to understand the game she was playing with me, "Let me go! I can't stand being so helpless in your grasp!" "No, no sexy." Gwen said sarcastically, as she placed a kiss on my delicate neck, relieving years of built up strain, "It's I who is helpless. How can I release you now that I finally have my hands on you?" "Oh, Gwen." I exhaled softly, feeling to buttery to speak with much force, "Stop. Please stop.

You make me feel so tender all over." She continued to shower me with kisses despite my obviously phony pleas for her to stop. Finally she removed her right hand from side, knowing that I wasn't going anywhere. She also stopped rubbing with her left hand. I melted as she continued to explore my neck with kisses. It felt so gratifying to be totally in her control. My knees began to give out as I had very little command over by body by that point. Gwen, sensing what was happening, wrapped one of her long, nimble legs around my left leg to support me. "Relax," Gwen said caringly to me, "I wouldn't let anything bad happen to you. Close your eyes. I want you to feel the way you make me feel." With her fingers outstretched, she began running her fingernails slowly up and down my sides in unison. I groaned with delight, "Oh, Gwen! That tickles! Faster, go faster." Ignoring my advice, she continued her torture at a tediously slow pace. She then began kissing the top of my head, "You have such heavenly hair, Kat. Is this a natural auburn? Don't answer that. Of course it is! How could I expect anything else? You are such a cute, young thing, aren't you? How old are you?" "Twenty." I replied, "You most be about twenty-six, right?" "For that," she said friskily, spinning me around so we were finally face to face, "You will pay." She moved her hands around my head and pulled me in closer. Our lips locked around each other, ending the suspension that had seemed to last for ages.

Her lips tasted delightfully refreshing, like a sweet glass of lemonade on a hot July afternoon. "Let's move somewhere more comfortable." Gwen suggested after breaking off our remarkable kiss, "Unless you don't want to continue, that is. Are you ready to feel like a woman was made to feel, Kat?" "Oh, yes!" I giggled as I moved over to the leather couch, "I think you have much more work to do before you've made a woman out of me." "So now you are my little sex kitten, are you?" Gwen mused as she walked seductively over to me, "I would be happy to complete my work." Gwen ordered me to kneel on the couch, facing the wall. I did as commanded, keeping myself upright by putting my right hand on the wall. I was immensely gratified when she began pulling down the zipper on the back of my dress. "So," She said voluptuously as she saw that I was wearing a black stain chemise under my dress, "aren't you a sexy little thing. I'll just have to get you out of this dress to get a better look." Faster than I thought possible Gwen got the dress off me and put her arms around me once again.

She began moving her hands up and down my chemise, each time stopping just short of my breast on her upward motion. "Yum!" she moaned, licking her lips, "You feel even more delicious than before. Are you enjoying yourself, Kat? I wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable." I answered her question by pulling down her skirt with my one free hand. I began to rub her ass checks through her arousing acetate panties. My nipples were now hard as rocks and grating against my satin slip. "Well aren't you a dirty little whore!" Gwen mocked me, "I may be wrong but I think you are beginning to like me!" "Oh, please Gwen!" I begged, "I'm so hard. Help me!" "Ok," she laughed, gently moving her hand up to my breast, "As you wish." She began to squeeze my breast gently, causing me to issue forth several wails of extreme pleasure. I felt more loved than ever. My knees grew weak once again and this time Gwen couldn't help me as I fell backward. I was now laying down horizontal on the couch, with my head braced upward on a pillow. Gwen kneeled down on the floor next to me.

I looked into Gwen's lovely brown eyes and smiled. She smiled back and then got up and kneeled in the open space on the couch between my legs. "I'm famished." Gwen grinned, lifting my chemise above my head and putting it aside, "I haven't had young, virgin breast in ages." I shook with quakes of pleasure when she put her red-hot lips on my left nipple and began to suck it like a lollipop. "Uhhh," I panted, "suck it dry Gwen! I'll do anything for you." "Anything?" she asked, stopping her sucking momentarily, "Tell me you love me. Tell me I make you hot." "Yes!" I said, distressed that she had stopped pleasuring me, "You are my love. You make me very, very hot." Gwen smiled with delight before going back to work on my firm nipple. All I could do was cry out with joy as she started to increase the intensity of her sucking. Soon she got her teeth involved, causing an indescribable mixture of pleasure and pain to palpitate inside of me. "Thank you!" I screeched, "You really are beautiful." With that she bit even harder, causing me to wrap my legs around her legs. We both got the same idea and started grinding pussy on pussy. Finally Gwen stopped gratifying my nipples, looked down at my hips, and said, "I see you are all ready to go down there, sweet. Since this is your first time lets do this right." She got up and left me and my smoldering pussy alone on the couch. As she walked back over to her desk, she finally removed the rest of her clothes, exposing all of her statuesque body to me. "Hurry up!" I cried as Gwen looked through her desk for something, "I'm feel like I'm going to explode." "Found it!" Gwen said, smiling like a schoolgirl, "You are going to enjoy this, kitten!"

Before I could see what goodies Gwen had found, she turned off all the lights in the room. A few seconds later the flare of a scented candle lifted the darkness. "You are romantic," I giggled, "aren't you? You better come over her before I change my mind. A girl is allowed to do that you know. I might just do that." "Oh, I doubt that!" Gwen chaffed, calling my bluff, "You'd be crazy to pass up on what I was what to do to you." As she trotted back over to me, I could see what else she had found. In one had she held several strips of cloth while in the other she had a vibrator about eight inches long. "Oh, no!" I cried, faking displeasure, "What do you have in mind for me!" "Not much, Kat." Gwen replied seriously, pulling me up off the couch and into her arms, "I'm just going to make mad, passionate love to you. Would you like that?" I turned to face her, put my arms around her, and gave her a soft kiss on her right eye. We then starred into each other eyes, expressing our deep feelings for on another without words. After several long, tender seconds, she drew her hand across my cheek and gave me a little reassuring smile. Our moment passed and the mood once again grew light. Gwen took me by the waist, feel back on to the couch and pulled me on top of her.

Our position was such that Gwen laid on the couch with her face looking upward and her neck and head angled somewhat upright by a couple of pillows. I laid on top of her, with my head nested in between her breast, with my face also directed upward. Setting aside her vibrator for a moment, Gwen showed me the cloth strips, "Love, I'm going to make sure you can't get away. I desire you too much to let that happen." She leaned up and tied one strip around both our left ankles. She did the same for our right ankles, both our arms, and our waist. When she was done my entire body was entangled with hers. I was totally at her mercy. "Don't worry," Gwen laughed as she switch turned on her vibrator, "I won't be too nasty with you. Are you ready, Kat?" It all seemed too good to be true. I closed my eyes and let out a deep exhale. Then I opened my eyes, turned my neck enough so I could make eye contact with Gwen, and mouthed the word yes. She then stroked my hair a couple of times. Her demeanor was serious but caring. She gave me an affectionate kiss on the back of my neck. "Ok Kat." She said gently while putting her arms around my waist, "I want you to close your eyes for me. Relax your body. Let me support you. Clear your head of every worldly stress you have. It is only the two of us now. I am your existence and you are my existence." Gwen started to slowly caress my skin. I cleared myself of every thought, just enjoying her touch. In the background I could her the hypnotic sound of her vibrator. After several minutes of quiet pleasure, my muscles seemed to dramatically loosen up. "How do you feel?" Gwen whispered with tenderness, "Where are you?" "On a cloud." I whispered back. "Good.

Think about another place that is peaceful, anywhere that tranquility reigns. Somewhere were we can be alone together." "A tropical beach," I answered, becoming mesmerized with the rhythmic hum of her vibrator. "Splendid." Gwen replied, "Imagine it is just you and me alone on the beach. We have a small, tropical island all to ourselves. No one can see us, no on can hear us. We are lying on the beach just like we are now, with you at peace in my warm embrace. A halcyon dusk sky is only outdone in splendor by the serenity of a deep blue sea. A quiet breeze blows by, the palm trees sway slightly in response. Behind us several torches are lit to fight the coming darkness." Slowly she removed her right arm from my body and brought the vibrator to within inches of my pussy. She kissed the top of my head and then ran the tip of the vibrator just at the edge of my pussy, gracing my pubic hairs. I recoiled in pleasure at the ripple of the vibrator. "Relax," Gwen purred, moving the vibrator a tiny bit closer, "Listen to the waves go in and out. Everything is at peace. Everything is tranquil." "Ummmm." I moaned as Gwen expertly pulled the vibrator away.

Gwen now spread her legs apart as best as she could, pulling mine apart as well. "Waves in." Gwen whispered, putting a small part of the vibrator inside of me once again. "Waves out." I sighed as she pulled out again. "In." she meowed, "Our hearts beat as one." "Out." I groaned, listening to her heartbeat next to mine. "In," she whispered, pushing the vibrator deeper this time, "The surf is beginning to pick up. Don't worry love. I will protect you." My senses were beginning to pick up as well. As she drove the vibrator in deeper I could hear the waves begin to splash all around me. "Out." I moaned, pushing my hips downward as she pulled out." "In." She said as she pushed her hips up into mine. "Out." I exhaled. "In." She purred. "Out." I purred back. "In." We inhaled. "Out." We exhaled. "In," she said, putting a second hand on the vibrator as she pushed it in ever deeper, "I feel a storm coming, Kat." "Out," I said, carefully putting both my hands on top of her hands, "I feel it too, Gwen. I'm ready. I trust you." "In." she said as a wave splashed over us. "Out." I cried as the wave receded back into the sea. "In." she grunted as the winds picked up into a gale. "Out." I shouted, making sure my lover heard me. "In," she said, removing her hands from the vibrator, "Take over Kat, my love." "Out." I groaned, taking the vibrator into my hands. "Feel the breeze." Gwen whispered into my ear. "In." I inhaled as I drove the vibrator deeper while Gwen blew tenderly into my ear "Out. I exhaled as she nibbled on my ear.

"Feel the waves." Gwen uttered before treating my neck with a torrent of sweet kisses." "In." I cried, leaning my head back so Gwen could kiss the front of my neck. "Out." I purred as Gwen kissed my shoulders. "Oh, Gwen!" I moaned as I stated to feel the surge of pleasure building up inside of me, "Oh, God, Gwen! Help me." "In." Gwen said sensually, guiding the vibrator again with her loving hands. "Out!" She yelled as I began to moan loudly and without let up. "In!" I screamed with sheer exultation, taking the vibrator into my hands again and driving it down as far as it would go. "Out!" I hollowed at the top of my lunges as intense wave after intense wave of erotic gratification hit me. "In." Gwen whispered lovingly to me as she drove the vibrator deep once again. I erupted with uncontrollable ecstasy. I was on a cloud I had never been on before. "Out." she said quietly as I escaped into continuos contentment, unaware of my surroundings. Gwen said nothing more, happily silent while I enjoyed wave after wave of blissful satisfaction.

"By the way," Gwen said a few hours later, as we laid together on her couch, dead tired after satisfying each other several more times, "you have the job. I think I enjoy your company enough to take a risk on you." "Oh, really!" I laughed, looking into her sparkling brown eyes, "You enjoy my company, indeed! Are there any other job duties than being a good fuck?" "Well," Gwen replied, "you are blunt! I do enjoy a good fuck, though. Perhaps you can have two job titles: Inventory Manager and Lesbian Slut. "Slut?" I said, feigning displeasure, "Oh, that hurts." "I'm sorry." Gwen said tenderly, "You make me so happy, Kat. I love you very much. I know you love me as well." "I do!" I exclaimed, putting my index finger on her cute little noise, "But you are going to have to be punished for calling me a Slut." "I didn't call you a Slut." Gwen quipped, "I called you a Lesbian Slut." "Oh, big difference!" I grinned back, taking her hair into my hands, "You still need to be punished." "Katherine, are you sure you want to punish me?" Gwen lectured frivolously, "After all I have done for you? Well, that's down right ungrateful!" "Too bad!" I chuckled, "You are not too old to receive a spanking. Turn over for your punishment." I went on to "punish" Gwendolyn almost every day that summer. She, of course, "punished" me as well. By the time school started in the fall my lover had turned a young, immature girl into a mature woman with an appetite for the ladies.