Naked Portraits Pt. 10

"Who leaked it you think?" I asked as I watched Cassie rolling her hips frantically on the laptop.

"They did it for the publicity is my guess," Meka pondered. "It worked for Paris Hilton. After her little porn thing hit the net everyone had her on their minds."

"Play it back," I wanna see Gwen again," Hawk demanded.

The male gaze to the tenth power I thought as the camera focused on me kneeling in the sand.

"You've been a naughty girl on Maui," Matt said.

"A lot less naughty then you at the writers conference in Lahaina," I said offhandedly.

"You know about that?" he asked shocked. Quickly his eyes found Hawk to gave him an accusing look.

"Don't blame Hawk," I said, "I saw your story and read it."

"You have something to share?" Aly asked Matt.

"Tell the story of deputy Sheriff Santos," I insisted.

"Better yet you should read the story aloud," I suggested.

"Good! Someone else is in the spot light," Aly said with vengeful glee.

"Don't have it on me," Matt said.

"That's easily remedied," Hawk said as he took charge of Aly's laptop.

"Technology is a amazing," Matt said sheepishly as Hawk shoved the laptop his way.

"Maybe you should put it on Literotica, too," I teased.

Matt declined to read the story aloud claiming he was bad at reading his own work. Aly happily volunteered to read for him. Throughout the reading, Matt avoided my eyes.

At the end of Matt's elevator adventure with Stephanie Santos, Meka said, "Good lord, you guys are a living Penthouse Forum letter." She stood up and swung her bag over her shoulder. "I have to TA Asian art history in the morning. Thanks for a fun evening Aly."

"You okay to drive?" I asked her.

"No way, this princess is calling a pumpkin," Meka said as she dialed for a cab with her cell.

"I'll leave a note for the landlords not to call a tow truck on your car," Aly said.

"Don't worry," Meka said. "I've known those old queers for years. They know my car."

"They're gay?" Aly asked shocked at the news.

"Yeah," Meka said surprised that Aly was surprised. "Brian Tutsuku and Mark Oshita — he goes by Oshi — are as gay as they come. Did I just out them to you guys?"

"Ah, yeah," Aly said. "And all this time I thought that I got this place for such a reasonable price because I'm a hot looking chick."

Meka laughed. "Sorry but I think the old guys just simply like you."

I was surprised that they were gay too. I didn't know the pair personally but I have known of them for years. Brian Tutsuku still sat on a couple of boards at the university.

"Those guys can throw a mean party," Meka added with a knowing smile. "Thank you all for a stimulating evening." Her eyes flickered to Hawk and Matt and then to Aly and then back to me. She gave me a raised eyebrow and I gave her a shrug.

"I'll go wait with you. I want more dirt on my landlords," Aly said.

"Me too," Matt said. "With all the wine and champagne I could use some air to clear my head."

"And bum a smoke from Meka," Hawk added.

"I take the fifth," Matt said following Aly and Meka out the door. Matt was trying to quit smoking because cigarettes were outrageously expensive in the islands. Paul Gleason kept his supplied. The trio stomped down the wooden front steps leaving Hawk and me alone.

"I think Matt is avoiding you," Hawk theorized with a crooked grin.

"He should be, keeping the chick a secret like that," I said. "You ever tell him about the way we met her again at the dig on Maui?"

"I will now," he said with a chuckle.

My hand explored Hawk's lap and stroked the steel in his shorts. "Looks like all the dirty stories has got you going I see ... Fucking perv."

"You the perv girl. Get your hands off me," he said as he slapped my hand off his lap and jumped to his feet in mock offense.

"Come back here so I can grope you better," I said. He made to run and I got up to chase after him, he hardly made an effort to get away. I caught him and we kissed near the hall entrance.

He cut the kiss short and said, "Cool your jets girl. No hanky panky until we get home."

I pouted but agreed. We took the time to look at some of Aly's angels instead of making out.

"I like this one," Hawk said holding a curvy naked, golden winged figure in his hands. The thing's tits appeared enormous because of its slim elfish limbs and body.

"You miss big tits?" I asked.

Before he could answer that dangerous question, Aly, Matt and Meka returned to the house.

"That cab diver was amazingly creepy," Aly said.

"Yeah," Matt said, "he kept checking Aly out and he called her something weird."

"He called you a liner," Meka said.

"What was that all about?" Aly said. "Liner? Really? Do I look like I do drugs?"

"I'm good to drive," Hawk volunteered.

"That would be really sweet," Meka said. She looked at Matt. "Why don't you come too? I have a friend that might pay you for some ghost writing if you're interested. We can talk on the ride to my place." Matt looked surprised but nodded. Meka said to me, "In my rush to get out I forgot to mention, I have a connection at the China Cup Coffee House. An artist dropped out from the line up and he needs someone to fill the gap. I gave him your name. If you want it the slot's yours."

My eyes went wide. The China Cup showed edgy stuff and could sometimes launch a Honolulu artist's career. In a nutshell, it was a big fucking deal.

"When?" I managed to choke out.

"April next year?" Meka said knowing how short notice this was. "Call me in the next two days if you want the spot."

Everyone left leaving Aly and I alone.

"This China Cup thing a big deal?" Aly asked.

I nodded too stunned to speak.

"Congratulations ... I think," she said with a bewildered laugh. "Looks like you need more champagne." I offered my glass up and she filled it. I gulped down most of the glass in one long unladylike draw.