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Gesture Poses

Bill Tope

The girl on the modeling platform was not nude—
she was naked. Working for the university’s
Art Department, she reluctantly provided a randy
art instructor with a spectacular fantasy life: in
his mind he raped her again and again. Nor was he
subtle about it. He coaxed her to assume a variety
of frankly pornographic poses. The students,
meanwhile, eleven undergrads, looked on dis-
passionately, trying to render the curve of her breast,
the angle of her limbs, the tilt of her head.

The spotlights were hot on her bare skin, making her
blond hair glow like the sun. The instructor adjusted a
curtain which draped over a chair and which served
as a backdrop for the model’s poses. He leaned in
close, his breath hot on the girl’s shoulder. She felt
him panting down her neck, too obvious to be real.
She shook her head only slightly, but in genuine
disgust.

The student artists waited impatiently for him to vacate
the vicinity, so they could continue their work. Suddenly
the instructor spoke: “Let’s do a few gesture poses,
Jennifer.” Without any further ado, she launched into
a battery of movements. She first twisted her torso in
one direction, held the pose for sixty seconds;
then arched her back provocatively, letting her muscles
ripple. This too she held for one minute, before assuming
the next pose. The students hurried to capture the
postures, shading, using quick, bold strokes with their
charcoal. The instructor actually licked his lips.

At length, the instructor called out, “Let’s take a break.”
Jennifer draped a terry cloth robe over her frame,
took a seat on the posing platform. The art students
compared their drawings, ate snacks, drank from
bottles of water. The instructor approached Jennifer,
took a seat beside her. “How about we cancel the rest
of the class?” He smiled winningly. Seductively.

“I need the money,” she protested. “Sure, sure, I can
pay you for a private session.” He pursed his lips,
moved his tongue provocatively. “You could maybe do
a few gesture poses.” “Is that what they’re calling it now,
Professor?” asked Jennifer blandly. He grinned,
flashing large, ugly white teeth.

Carefully she considered her next remarks. “I’ve got just
two words, for you, Professor,” said Jennifer. “What?” he
inquired smugly. “More money?” She shook her
head no. “Then what?” She answered, “Me-Too!” He
recoiled, completely rebuffed. “Now, there’s no need to...”
“But I’ll give you one gesture, on the house,” she said, and
extended her middle finger. And with that, she hurriedly
dressed and left the art studio, remembering that she had
an appointment with the Dean of the Art Department.

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