Crux

Crux ? (Something that torments by its puzzling nature.) Your enticement causes excitement.A temptation that generates stimulation.Your game of seduction a true dramatic production.Simple flirtation, turns into collaboration.Alluring to me, you are, I know your intentions are impure.Remaining a mystery, trying to understand through your creativity. Jenna can almost hear the lecherous cries emanating from the obscene photo on the wall. She stands alone in the darkened gallery after closing time. Her eyes are riveted to the art work. It isn?t the way the woman?s completely naked body is bound, the black leather straps cutting into her pale white skin, pinning her slight form in place. It isn?t even the way her legs have been restrained with rope, spreading them open so the miscreant?s hands can violate her most intimate parts. Jenna is over powered, spellbound by the distorted and salacious look on the woman?s face. She is unable to tear her eyes from the scene of defilement that has been captured through the lens of the camera. Never before has she seen a piece of art that elicited such a physical reaction from her body. Her heart pounding hard in her chest, the hairs on her own pale skin stand to attention. She wraps her arms around herself, as she feels a shiver run from the tips of her red hair, through her entire body. Still she is unable to draw her eyes away from the photo. ?Caught you admiring my work, have I?? The voice comes from behind Jenna, shocking her from her transfixion. A small squeal of surprise escapes her lips. ?Oh god, you frightened me. I thought I was the only one still here.? She turns to greet the man that has broken her aroused trance. ?I was just making sure the collection is all ready for the opening tomorrow. You?re Aedan, the photographer, right?? She shakes his hand, and is aware of how sweaty her palms have become. She can?t be sure, but she thinks he notices it too, as something flashes momentarily in his eyes. She didn?t need to ask the question really, she had seen his headshot countless times in various photography exhibitions. Every time she saw the dark and moody self- portrait, his grey eyes piercing through the gloom, Erzurum Escort it never failed to make her stop for a second. It was clear with him stood in front of her now that the head shot had been taken some time ago. He had aged a little but his penetrating gaze is just as effective in real life, as it is in his picture. ?Yes that?s me. And you are?? His smooth southern tones echoed around the empty gallery. ?I?m Jenna, the assistant gallery manager. Did you get my message about coming in to sign the insurance papers?? When she had been told at the weekly meeting that he was going to be exhibiting his new collection at the gallery she?d been secretly thrilled, having to hide her excitement from Rachel, the gallery owner?s daughter and her so called manager. Photography had always been an interest. She admired Aedan?s work since the first time she came across one of his photos on a photography web site. ?So that was your lovely voice on my answer machine this morning? Sorry I missed your call; I was out late on a shoot last night.? His face shows signs of his pleasure, as he recalled the previous night. ?I slept straight through the phone ringing. I?ve already sorted the paperwork with the lovely Rachel yesterday. I was just biking past on my way home. I thought I would take the opportunity to get a sneaky look before tomorrow.? He looks back to his pushbike that he has propped up inside the door. ?Hope you don?t mind? It?s just easier than finding somewhere to lock it up outside.? ?Oh, no, it?s fine. There?s only me left and I don?t mind. Do you bike a lot? I don?t really do much since I moved to the city; I used to bike a lot back home, I am not that safe on the roads?? She trails of realising she is rambling nervously. He gives a small chuckle, and looks perspicaciously at her, before answering. ?Yes, I like to ride. It?s my preferred form of getting about. It allows me to just stop if I spot something worthy of capturing. Plus it keeps my stamina up.? There is a cheeky glint in his eyes. She hears the double meaning to his words. It feels like he?s testing her, but she doesn?t say anything. ?So, Jenna, tell me what do you Erzurum Escort Bayan think of this piece?? He turns to look at the photo that had so transfixed her. She turns back to the photo, trying to regain focus; she switches back into work mode. ?Well, I think the side lighting works really well; it captures the mood of the scene perfectly.? She tries to remain professional; she can feel his presence at her side, watching her closely as she speaks. ?What do you make of the scene itself?? He questions, without taking his eyes off her. ?It?s not your like your other work.? She swallows hard, her eyes drawn back to the face of the woman in the picture. ?You know my other work?? He asks. ?Oh yes.? She admiratively replies. ?I have been to all of your exhibitions since I discovered your work and bought my first piece. We?ve actually spoken a few times online. I asked you a lot of technical questions about your work. I am Jen33 on the free photographer?s site. I have been really looking forward to your next collection coming out.? She chides herself for being unprofessional, rambling on again, giving so much away. Be cool Jenna, be cool. She tells herself. ?Well it?s always a pleasure to meet a fan, and it?s encouraging to hear someone is awaiting my work. I have been so busy teaching on the photography courses I run, I struggle for time. I hope I was able to answer your questions. I must admit, and I don?t want to sound big headed, but I get a lot of people contacting me on that site. Had I known I was dealing with such a beautiful young woman, I am sure I would have remembered.? She smiles at the compliment, before quickly turning her attention back to the picture. ?I think the changes you?ve made in content from your usual straight photography work, to this highly erotic collection is going to be a surprise to people.? ?Yes. I think it will be a shock, but I like that. I like pushing boundaries. Not everyone in the art world is willing to accept my work can be classed as art. I think it?s all how you define the word art. To me it?s simply work produced by skill and imagination. It?s my intention to present through the Escort Erzurum medium of photography, intuitive observations of the natural world which may have meaning to the spectators.? ?That?s an Ansel Adams quote.? ?Yes that?s right, very good. He?s one of my inspirations.? ?Oh yes I know, I read your bio on the web site and looked up his work.? She realises she may have just sounded like a stalker, and quickly continues trying to explain. ?I?ve recently started taking more pictures myself. I don?t really know a lot about the technical side, and was really interested to find out more about your inspiration, to see if it could help me.? Oh god, why do I keep jabbering on, compose yourself. ?I know it?s a little forward, given I have only just meet you, but I was wondering if you had time, I would love it if you would be able to look at some of my work and tell me what you think?? She looks up nervously to gauge his reaction, desperately hoping that he says yes. ?It?s a deal, although I am going to be really busy, so it might take me a while to get chance. I want to give you the time you deserve. After all, from what you said, it sounds like you have been very supportive of my work. It would be remiss of me not to repay you somehow.? He says with a glint of a smile on his lips. Little butterflies in her tummy begin to dance around, at the prospect of someone she admired so much agreeing to give an opinion on her photos. Her mind plays out the scene. She panics as she thinks of what it would be like if he hated her work. ?Oh sure, no it?s fine. There?s no rush at all. I know how busy you must be.? She struggles to meet his gaze as she speaks. ?Does my collection shock you?? A dirty smile spreads across her face, as she turns away from him to look at the small, naked, restrained body. ?If you are asking if I am shocked that your collection is of erotic content, then yes. I wasn?t expecting it. If your question is do I find the content of the pictures shocking? Then if I am honest, I would have to say yes again. Just not for the reason you are thinking.? She stepped towards the photo, running her fingers lightly over the glass, trailing across the image. ?I was actually shocked, at how okay I am with the content.? ?Really?? He questions with intrigue. ?Tell me more.? Her heart fluttered in her chest. She felt compelled by his command to open her mouth and share with him, this almost complete stranger, her most inner feelings of desire.