a good night for rent exchange (open for rayne_clowd)

[steelyhard10]

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[Rayne_Clowd]

Georgia Kent, 23years Old, Artist...or at least tries to be.

Georgia was fretting something fierce, her latest works where just not moving and the rent was due. She also knew that Mr West would not wait and would no doubt be banging on her door if she did not do something and fast. Not wanting to face the man just yet, Georgia picked up the phone. Just maybe she could make a deal with him.......

"Hello Mr West, it's Georgia here from 36b....sorry to disturb you but I have a problem I need to discuss with you" Georgia tried to sound sexy and her voice was oozing feminine charm.

She began to toy with the phone cord and twist her bare foot into the carpet as she balanced to one side. " I know my rent is due.....but I was hoping we could come to some arrangement, would you be able to come up to my apartment to discuss it....I just would love to work it out with you sooner rather then later"

[steelyhard10]

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[Rayne_Clowd]

Georgia was in a tank top and ripped jeans, both splattered with paint. She even had a paint brush securing her chocolate brown hair in a loose bun at the base of her neck, some loose hairs caressed her cheeks...........in short she was a mess.

"Oh hello Mr West, I had..." she looked about and then wiped her hands on her jeans before extending it to him so he could shake it..." I had forgotten about our meeting I was so caught up in my work, sorry about the mess" she gestured to her clothes.

This was not a good start, Georgia had wanted to be the picture of a perfect tenant and a little sexy so that he may be more easily swayed. "Please come in" Georgia stepped aside so he cold enter, just then she realized there where art books stacked on almost every chair..."oh let me' she shut the door then went to remove a pile for him. "Sorry about that, would you care for a drink?....I am afraid all I have is water..unless you would like some chilled cheap wine my sister left the other night' she smiled with humour...not for a minute thinking he would take her up on the wine.

Georgia tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and waited nervously for him to respond....her eyes darting around the appartment every so often hoping it did not seem like to much a rats nest, it was a small apartment all open plan and most of it taken up by her art supplies and finished and unfinished pieces of attempted art.

[steelyhard10]

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[Rayne_Clowd]

"Sure take a seat" Georgia motioned towards the space she had just cleared for him on the couch. As he had not been specific Georgia just assumed he meat water so she went to the small kitchen to fetch him a glass...from there she could observe his back as he sat in the chair.

Mr West looked so intimidating and a little up tight, Georgia just hoped she could work around that and win him over to her payment plan. Returning to him with a glass of water Georgia handed it to him with a smile then she sat on the corner of her coffee table facing him as she could not be bothered clearing another seat.

"Let me start by apologising for being late ...yet again with my rent. I realise it is irresponsible and an inconvenience for you...and honestly I am trying my best" she gestured to her painting of a nude woman draped in a red cloth.

"things have just been so slow of late" Georgia reached up and took the paint brush from her hair and shook it loose, Her chocolate brown main flowed around her shoulders and her dark bambi eyes looked at Mr West pleading with him to understand.

Georgia bit her bottom lip, and then continued " You see I was wondering if you would consider taking a piece of me...I mean my work as payment?" she looked hopeful.." I would let you pick, and even if you did not want to keep it perhaps it could be a down payment or a security deposit that I get back after I pay you what I owe you for being so understanding" Georgia had not meant to but in her efforts to make him see how earnest she was she had leaned forward and placed her hands on his knees, she was begging him to understand.

[Rayne_Clowd]

OOC: I have to sleep sorry its 1:20am I will be back after some sleep. Thanks for the invite.

[steelyhard10]

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[steelyhard10]

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[Rayne_Clowd]

OOC: OK, I have just came back after going to sleep at 1:30am because I stayed up to accomidate your request, I guess that is the close of the thread......I find that a little annoying as you pmed me to take part not the other way around and I also said to you that I would be going to bed soon. Please do not PM me for any further requests if this is your attitude...I find it rude. It seems like your more after CYBERSEX not role play as you wanted real information rather then fantasy and you wanted it in PM's ...I am seriously not what your looking for.

[Rayne_Clowd]

By pm request, This thread will be open again with a new co writer vin_26m - bare with us while we he works up his character and first post.

[vin_26m]

Mr. West knew renting out the apartment to Georgia was a bad idea, but he wasn't thinking with the head on top of his shoulders at the time. The combination of being beautiful, sweet and desperate was just something he could not say "no" to. He knew this day would come, where she would have to tell him she would be late with the rent again. He didn't want to evict her, but he was running out of options.

He looked annoyed on the surface, but it was all an act. Deep down, he was melting at the way her brown hair caressed her cheeks and framed her pretty face like a halo. He nearly choked on his water when she actually put her hands on his knees, leaning forward and giving him a peek at her cleavage barely restrained by her paint-splattered tank top.

"Taking a piece of you... of your work... as payment? Hmmm, that depends. Let's see what kind of... work you have."

He felt his pulse quicken and blood pumping. He was breathing deeper in her presence, pulling more of her scent into his nose. He stood up with her, their faces in each others' personal space for just a moment. He allowed her to lead him around the small apartment to see her creations.

There were a bunch of different paintings in her place. The shared a familiar palette of rich colors and a theme of sensuality. The few sculptures shared a similar idea, anatomically accurate torsos of men and women intertwined in various positions.

He pretended to listen closely to her words, instead just concentrating on hearing the sound of her voice and the passion in it. He stood behind her and off to the side, getting close to inhale more of her scent off her soft skin and silky brown hair.

There was a lull in the conversation, so he asked a question to get the conversation going again. "What's the story behind this one?" he asked, pointing at a portrait of a nude woman draped in a red cloth.

[Rayne_Clowd]

Georgia felt a small glimmer of hope, Mr West was at least going to look at her work.....that meant there had to be a chance he would take her up on the offer....just maybe.

As they both stood, Georgia's breath hitched as she felt the closeness and warmth of his body and his breath caress her face. Smiling softly she looked to his eyes, then slightly embarrassed at there closeness turned and began to animatedly show him her work.

Mr West followed her as she gestured to different pieces describing the passion, seduction, lust or sensuality she had been trying to capture each one...she then added with a chuckle "ironically most where painted or sculptured when there was a lull in my love life" she shrugged absently "an outlet I guess"

As they walked around her apartment appraising her work Georgia could feel his masculinity and warmth behind her, it made her skin goose bump and a slight shiver would chase down her spine, it even made her nipples sensitive to the rub of her cotton tank top.....but it was anything but unpleasant.

"What's the story behind this one?" he asked, pointing at a portrait of a nude woman draped in a red cloth. Georgia turned and eyed the work he was pointing to, it had been the only painting so far that she had not discussed with him. "Well...." Georgia rubbed the back of her neck nervously, her breasts accentuated by the gesture "it is actually a self portrait..." she rushed on to add "not a conventional one as you can see, you do not see my face but more the feminine curve of ...well my body" she stepped closer to the painting her hand brushing over the crimson cloth that draped her hip and flowed down beside her body, not concealing her from view but more directing the eye to the curve if her hip and the flow of her body.

In an almost dreamy voice she told him the story of the piece "I had been burning with passionate desires and still containing my sensuality despite being alone and unattached during the time, I created this, I just felt no one could see it. That is partly why you do not see my face...it is to invoke the viewer to feel the subject was alone, by not allowing them to access me fully, keeping the identity of the subject secret but still filled with sensuality"

Realising she had began to ramble and feeling like she had just exposed herself to him, Georgia turned to face him. her eyes where scanning the other art pieces, and she raised her hand in gesture to them "so is there anything you would consider taking as a down payment or full payment.....I will try to get the money for you as soon as possible I am taking some pieces to a little gallery tomorrow so hopefully they will buy some and I can pay you what your fully owed" Georgia now looked up at him her eyes pleading with him while she nibbled at her lower lip.

[vin_26m]

He thought back to the moment when their faces lingered close up, how it felt both exciting and comfortable at the same. The way she turned away... he didn't think it was a rebuff, but more of an appetizer, an invitation.

When he wasn't looking at him examining her art or following her words, he was appraising her, trying to store in his mind every image of her that he could. Beneath the disheleved appearance was a statuesque beauty. He felt like he was salivating. He realized that there were mirrors throughout the apartment, and he wondered if she caught him checking her out.

"Ironically most were painted or sculpted when there was a lull in my love life." She shrugged absently, lifting and squeezing her cleavage enticingly. "An outlet I guess."

"I find it very... hard... to believe that you could have a lull in your love life, Georgia." Did he just say it like that out loud, like that? Accenting the word "hard" like that, hard like his cock was starting to get in his jeans, hard like her nipples were becoming through her tank top...

"Well.... It is actually a self portrait... not a conventional one as you can see, you do not see my face but more the feminine curve of... well... my body."

He nodded, hiding his delight, trying not to show his surprise.

"I had been burning with passionate desires and still containing my sensuality despite being alone and unattached during the time, I created this, I just felt no one could see it. That is partly why you do not see my face...it is to invoke the viewer to feel the subject was alone, by not allowing them to access me fully, keeping the identity of the subject secret but still filled with sensuality."

He was taken aback at the revelation - of her body and her mind - to him. The feeling was difficult to describe, but he was certainly moved.

"So is there anything you would consider taking as a down payment or full payment... I will try to get the money for you as soon as possible. I am taking some pieces to a little gallery tomorrow so hopefully they will buy some and I can pay you what your fully owed."

Mr. West thought for a few moments, or pretended to think, rather. He watched her pleading eyes and looked at her bottom lip, wanting to nibble on it himself. Finally, he replied, "Tell you what. Let's do it like this. You have your gallery tomorrow, and then we'll talk tomorrow night. Over dinner."

[Rayne_Clowd]

Georgia couldn't escape the feeling that perhaps Mr West was flirting with her...just a little. But then again maybe it was the fact that she had planned to use her femininity to win favour...that now made her smile as she looked anything but seductive, most would describe her as a mess. But she couldn't help but feel Mr West saw more then that...mentally shaking herself Georgia looked to his face her eyes pleading with him to consider her offer.......she had not expected what happened next.

He looked at her thoughtfully and then finally, he replied, "Tell you what. Let's do it like this. You have your gallery tomorrow, and then we'll talk tomorrow night. Over dinner."
Georgia surprised by the generosity of this very handsome man she smiled brightly her whole face lighting up. She was so relieved to be given a chance "Oh Mr West thank you," She paused for a second then added I don't expect you to have to eat with me though, you have been more then generous, I would hate to impose further on you. I can just call by after the Gallery if you would like? Or if you would feel more secure with your trust in me, your more then welcome to meet me at the Gallery after to make sure I have done my best to pay you"

Georgia was not brushing him off, not in the least. She just doubted he would enjoy her company and did not wish to be a further bother to him. Georgia grabbed her bag off a near by bench and drew out the Gallery business card. "The show is at 8pm, so I would imagine it will be finished by 11pm." Georgia turned to him and smiled she extended her hand with the card for him to take it"Providing it goes well of course" she was really nervous and hoped he had not just placed his trust in her for nothing. Nervously she tucked a strand of chocolate coloured hair behind her ear and glanced around the room...wondering what he thought about her work. Her large dark brown eyes returned to him and she gave a nervous smile.

[vin_26m]

"You'll just call me? No, that simply won't do, Georgia. And meeting at the gallery is a great idea. I would love to see you in the setting and lighting of a museum."

He paused for a moment, thinking about his words.

"I meant seeing your artwork in the museum. I was *thinking* of seeing *you*, but I meant to say your artwork."

He smiled as he backpedaled. "See you tomorrow. Good night, Georgia. And... break a leg?"

The following night, the gallery was going. For a couple of hours, there were not many people. There were not many buyers. Things were not looking good.

Then a group of a couple of dozen people showed up, all led by Mr. West.

The well-dressed men and women scattered to different parts of the gallery, looking at her pieces and admiring them. One wife told her husband, "Oh, I want that sculpture, that would be great in our bedroom, wouldn't it?" Other comments followed. "I don't know anything about art, but I want to buy that one." "I think I want to hire this artist for my house." "How come I haven't heard of her before?"

And pieces were selling like crazy.

Mr. West stood in front of one of Georgia's paintings, singing its praise to another observer, when he turned his head and caught Georgia's eye. He wasn't sure if he caught her looking at him, or if they happened to look at each other at the same time. He smiled, looking around the room and back at her.

[Rayne_Clowd]

Georgia stood in the gallery and greeted guests and answered questions. She felt so out of her element but this was just part of being an artist......it was just the part she hated most.

Wearing a fairly simple satin cocktail dress, Georgia mingled and schmoozed but felt like such a fraud. She loved pretty clothes just like most women but she just felt so out of her element dressed like this, but her agent insisted it was necessary.

Taking a glass of wine from one of the waiters, Georgia was began to loose heart...the Gallery had very few people attending and none of them really seem interested in buying they just wanted to fit into the scene. "Thank you" she said to the waiter and turned to track down her agent.

Deep in discussions with her agent, Georgia had not noticed Mr West arrive. That was until her agent Francis Demure pointed to the door with her tilt of her wine glass and mused "Things just might be looking up" Georgia turned and followed her gaze, Mr West had entered with a group of people who seemed to spread out attracted to different pieces and showing genuine enthusiasm.

Georgia tracked Mr Wests movements and was just not quite sure what to say but if he had organized the crowd she very was grateful. It just might be the only way she can cover her rent. What Georgia hadn't suspected was all the pieces that suddenly had SOLD signs placed near them by gallery staff. "Wow" she breathed more to herself but loud enough for her agent to hear.

Still following Mr West around the room with her eyes she smiled warmly to him when he turned to look at her, Raising her glass to him in toast she mouthed THANK YOU to him from across the room. Georgia excused herself from her agent and then made her way across the room to Mr West.

"Well, Hello Mr West" She smiled at him and extended her hand for him to shake it "I am very glad you could make it, I believe I am going to owe you one" Her eyes sparkled with warmth and gratitude. She noticed he was standing in front of her painting of a man and women embracing with passionate desire and want, she had really tried to capture the need burning within them.

[vin_26m]

Mr. West took a glass and raised it back to her. He kind of shrugged, then smiled, then took a sip out of the glass at the same time and for the same duration as Georgia, maintaining eye contact with her through the entire sip.

As she started walking toward him, he also made his way toward her. He wanted to get close to her again, and felt like running across the room to do it, but he took his time, enjoying the view of her figure sliding around inside her dress.

He was wearing a black collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He wasn't sure why he chose that part of his outfit, but he realized it at that moment - it was in one of her paintings, the one they happened to be standing in front of. The painting seemed like the image of the thought he was having, and he wondered if she was having the same thought.

She put out her right hand, but he took it in his left. He put down his wine and took away hers, setting it on a nearby table so he could hold her other hand. With both hands in his, he looked at her the way he looked at a work of art. "Hello, Georgia, this dress looks lovely on you." He leaned in slowly and pressed his cheek into hers, pulled back a bit, and switched over to the other cheek, their lips almost grazing during the pass. He let go of her right hand, lifted up her left hand above her head in a simple partner dance move, and adjusted his grip, which caused her to make a perfectly balanced spin around in place, providing him a 360 view of her.

"I hope you don't mind that I brought my friends. When I told them I was heading out to an art gallery they insisted on coming." He leaned in and whispered into her ear, "They're all a bit tipsy right now. Hopefully they'll splurge and still behave."

He turned to face the painting, standing next to her, his bare forearm pressing up against hers. "I like this piece," he said, admiring the work. "Such nice contrast between the light and the shadows, between the black clothing and the bare flesh. It's like he has the light to illuminate the darkness in her. She grabs on and holds on tightly, and he won't let go of her. He's the giver, she's the taker. She has a need, and he's filling it. Actually, I don't just like it..." he looked into her eyes, "I love it."

A gallery worker put a "SOLD" sign on it.

"And apparently, someone else does, too."

Within minutes of his arrival, his friends had purchased every piece. The gallery wrapped up some of the pieces and arranged for shipment of the rest, then encouraged the people to provide contact information for the next gallery and to go home. The gallery wrote a a check to Georgia that would easily cover a couple of months' expenses. She'd be able to create more without worrying about money for a while.

They left the gallery together, her arm in his, walking along the sidewalk. The first stop was a bank to deposit her check. "I know a place," he said, and they walked there together, matching stride for stride, with him mostly talking and her mostly laughing.

They got to an elegant little lounge. Soft jazz was playing, and they were seated in a little booth. A candle flickered on the white tablecloth. Drinks and hors d'ouevres were ordered. "Hors d'oeuvre. What an interesting term, especially tonight. It translates literally into 'outside of the artist's body.'"

He paused at her quizzical look, then corrected himself. "I mean, 'outside of the artist's body of work.'"

They drank and ate together, him insisting on her trying a new exotic appetizer, saving her a little trouble by feeding her, and allowing her to feed him back.

"You know how you said you'd owe me one? I don't really expect anything, but I know there's something I'd want for you to make for me. I'm not sure what yet, but I'll be sure to let you know when it comes to me."

By the time the band stopped playing, he had his arm around her as they pressed their thighs against each other. He caressed her hair as she rested her head on his shoulder. "We better get going, Georgia."

[Rayne_Clowd]

Georgia smiled at Mr West's greeting he was full of charming compliments and it made her blush when he spun her before himself as if they where dancing. "Thank you my agent insisted I wear it, you have seen my normal attire" she smiled at him sweetly smiling at the mess she had been the day before. She cast an eye over him and then around the room"And you scrub up quite nicely yourself, I am honored you and your group would go to the effort to attend but you all look stunning too"

This was a night Georgia would never forget, this night had Georgia on such a high. Never in her wildest of dreams could she have imagined selling all her pieces. She was giddy and over flowing with happiness. It radiated from her.

At the end of the show, Georgia didn't even hesitate to follow Mr West from the gallery she had her arm linked in his and was completely enjoying his company and was so very grateful for his help with her success.

Georgia followed him to a cute little Jazz lounge and felt quite at home sitting in a both with him enjoying the success of the evening, they ordered drinks and ate appetizers. It was like they had known each other for years the atmosphere was relaxed but enticing she couldn't help feel a little warm when he would lean in to feed her some delicate morsel of food.

She smiled when he reminded her "You know how you said you'd owe me one? I don't really expect anything, but I know there's something I'd want for you to make for me. I'm not sure what yet, but I'll be sure to let you know when it comes to me." Georgia laughed lightly and replied sincerely "Just let me know what yo would like, I would be happy to try and paint something just for you, I am still finding it hard to believe I sold every piece of work on show tonight...it just amazing"

The night went on much the same light banter and just full of enjoyment and celebration, by the time the band had stop Georgia was tired and worn from the show, she had barely noticed how her head now tilted toward his shoulder. But she was very aware of his warmth and his thigh pressed to hers it sent a little buzz to places in her body, that would mortify her if he ever knew. "We better get going, Georgia." he whispered and she opened her eyes and looked up to him "yes I think we should or I would fall a sleep here if you hadn't said anything" she smiled weakly.

They left the little Jazz lounge, Georgia wrapped in his coat and they headed toward the apartment building. Georgia now allowed him to walk with his arm around her, As it offered her stability her legs did not seem to have. She had perhaps drank a little much and was tired despite her high. She whispered to him "what goes up must come down" and laughed as they made there way down the street.

[vin_26m]

This thread is continued here.