Miki - Modern Art

Evening was as long and monotonous as being stuck in a traffic jam. I shook countless hands, talked to people I’ve never seen before (and will never see again), posed for photos, even signed couple autographs. Why in the hell would someone need my autograph? Those people were persistent, though – and I was in no mood to argue with them. I clumsily signed their notebooks. Another fake smile to the camera, another small talk with an elderly gentleman, to whom these events are half of his life. I wasn’t tired, not physically, at least – just bored beyond belief.
“Mister Nakai, I represent “Modern Art” magazine. You’ve probably heard of us?” – a woman jumps to me, with her recorder in hand.
“Sure, sure” – I blatantly lie, smiling. Before she can continue, I immediately interject – “Sorry, my throat is absolutely sore from all the talking. Give me a minute to have a drink. I’ll be right back.”
I run away before she opens her mouth again. All these interviews are the same. “What was the inspiration behind this painting? What event occurred in your life during your work on it? What can we expect from you in the future?” Why should I, of all people, answer all this? I hastily walked to a buffet, to pour myself a glass of punch.
I sipped a bit of cold drink, and looked around. Dim lit art gallery looked tiny from this angle. People were wandering around, stopping before paintings with smart looks on their faces. Through the years, I grew accustomed to that – art snobs didn’t bother me anymore. I mindlessly gazed around, searching the crowd for a familiar face. God, I don’t want to go back to that journalist. Please, save me.
And apparently, God was real. And at this moment, He didn’t care for millions of people praying for wealth, well-being of their relatives, or death of their enemies. God was listening to me – and me only. And he sent his salvation – in form of an angel. From across the room I noticed a familiar face in a red dress. Miki was approaching me. I smiled, and poured another glass.
“Hey there” – she said, stopping near me.
She looked stunning. A red cocktail dress, ideally tailored for her, emphasized all of her curves. A thin golden necklace and a pair of trinkets, with rubies in them. High heels - dangerously high heels. Her hair was turned into an impossible contraption, a tall messy bun, with couple of tendrils around her neck. Modest makeup contrasted with bright red lipstick. Miki noticed me ogling all over her, and smiled.
“Like what you see?”
“You look gorgeous.”- I replied, handing her a glass. – “Did you decide to steal all of the attention from the exhibition?”
Miki laughed.
“As if I could” – she took a sip – “Wanted to also wear gloves, but, you know. Only one looked ridiculous.” – Miki looked around - “Where is your wife?”
“Rin isn’t feeling well.”
“And the real reason” – she blown right through my façade. I frowned.
“She hates these types of meetings. Too many new people, constant talking. Really tiresome for her. So I have to take this burden.”
Miki looked around the room.
“I suspect, the event is a success? With all the press and such?”
“Biggest one we’ve had yet” – I reply. – “There were more people here earlier. You came late once again.”
“Oh, don’t scold me. Makeup takes time, you know” – she pouts back. – “Oh, and all those people are certainly a great crowd. What I want to know, is there any of our mutual acquaintances?”
“Emi was here earlier. Said the place was as fun as hospice.”
Miki snorted.
“Anyone else?” – she then asked. – “Did you invite Lilly?”
“As a matter of fact, we did” - I answered, ignoring her obvious jab – “Satou family are one of our sponsors. However, both sisters are in Scotland right now. I can probably find their dad, if you’re interested.”
“I prefer your company, thank you very much.”
“Well, okay then” – I finished my glass and put it back on the table. – “Do you want to look at the paintings, after all?”
“Only if you guide me. I don’t know anything about modern art.”
I smiled – “Neither do I.”
I took Miki across the room, showing her my favorite paintings. Rin was working erratically through the last months, sometimes busting out a couple of works in a matter of days, sometimes working on one for couple of weeks, and sometimes just procrastinating, waiting for ever elusive inspiration. In those times, I took her out of the house to visit nearby attractions. We’ve been to mountains – I recognized a view from one of them on one of the works. Of course, sky wasn’t green and the Sun wasn’t black that day, but those were little things.
“This is you, isn’t it?” – Miki asked, stopping in front of a portrait.
From the painting, an elderly woman with multiple eyes looked at us. I don’t know how Rin got an idea for this one – it always haunted me. I was secretly hoping some art buff from across the globe would buy it, and I would never see it again.
“Very funny” – I replied, leading Miki away from it. – “There are more pleasant ones on the other side of the gallery. Nature and stuff. No more monsters, I promise.”
Miki carefully stopped me, holding my hand.
“Hisao, I’m sure it’s all great art. Truth is, I don’t understand jack about it. To be blunt, I’m bored.”
I stood there, not knowing what to say. Truth kinda hurts. I’m not the best guide, but still, I was started to feel like those painting were partially mine. I could notice that Miki started to feel bad about her straightforwardness. Finally, she broke the silence.
“Tell you what, I have something to show you, too. Care to follow me?”
I nodded. Miki dragged me after her, far away from the pictures. I finally understood where she was going. We were standing in front of two doors at the end of the corridor. Miki smiled mischievously.
“Wait a second, I’ll scout out the territory.”
She slipped into women’s toilet. I was left standing there for couple of seconds, like a buffoon, until she came back out.
“Clear, clear!” – she whispered, for some reason – “Sneak in, fast!”
My legs worked faster than my brain. I basically ran in, and went to the furthers stall. Miki followed me, clothing the door behind me. I groped her, and kissed right on the flaming red lips. After some time, she broke free, prying my hand from behind her head.
“Carefull, you will damage the hairdo.” – she laughed.
“I want you” – I simply replied.
“You don’t understand how hard this dress is to put on. I don’t want it ruined.” – Miki sat on the toilet – “Don’t groan. Whip it out.”
I hastily undone my belt. Miki practically ripped off my pants and underpants, and jammed her lips around my cock.
“Oh, so the makeup is not something you care about as much?” – I said, looking at a red ring that formed around my shaft.
Miki started slowly, but quickly sped up. Her tongue was dancing in her mouth. I looked down of her, as her classy look evaporated. She was engulfed in the process, concentrating only on pleasuring me. She took the dick out, still stroking it, and started licking my balls.
“Some lady you are. Giving a blowjob in public bathroom.” – I taunted her.
“Shut up.” – she retorted, before going back into action. She was looking up directly at me, her mascara started to flow. I wanted to grab her by the head, to violently thrust my dick inside her – but that would totally ruin her look. So I just enjoyed as she gulped it down. What a view – it never gets old. And like a fine wine, Miki’s skills got better with time. She took it all down for quite some time, tears formed in corner of her eyes.
“Easy there” – I whispered, through heavy breathing.
She took the dick out, and caught her breath. Think thread of saliva hanged in the air, between my cock and her lips. Miki smiled, and caught it back with her mouth – and then went down again.
The door squeaked. I heard stall open – thankfully, by the sound of it, pretty far from ours. Danger of being caught got to me – I was close.
“Almost” – I whispered to Miki, trying not to make any other noise.
“Give it to me” – she whispered back, stroking it.
Bad timing, Miki. I came before she could take my dick back in her mouth. I completely ruined her makeup, covering her entire face.
“Some pearls to add to your jewelry.”
I could see Miki smiling under a thick cover of white.
“You motherfucker” –she replied, wiping it off.
We waited until the lady finished her business, and I sneaked out. Miki stayed – to avoid suspicion, and to clean her face. I strolled back into the gallery, and happily answered all the meaningless question by that annoying woman. Finally, I noticed that Miki made it back to the room. I bowed away, and ran towards her. Amazingly, she applied her makeup back almost perfectly. I smiled – in this sense, she was a lady, after all.
“So, wanna go to our place after all this boring stuff? Rin would love to see you. In more ways that one” – I winked.
“Oh, I don’t know. What if you ruin my makeup again” – she made an innocent face.
“Oh, dear, I can certainly promise you that.”