Naked Portraits Pt. 14

As I toted the four foot by four foot painting up the pathway to Aly's house, Oshi, one of the owners of the front house, walked my way via the pool deck of the big house. Oddly, he too carried a painting in his hands. He waved at me as we met at the fork in the path.

"You do that?" Oshi asked.

I nodded. "You do yours?"

Oshi laughed. "I wish.

Oshi was skinny, completely bald and barely sixty inches tall. He was in his seventies but appeared spry. He wore a dull blue work shirt and jeans with the knees worn to a lighter blue, evidence that he did most of the garden work around both houses.

"Nice, looks like the spiders in my banana patch," he said eying up my painting.

"It IS of a spider in your banana patch," I said with a smile, proud that I had caught the arachnid's likeness.

Oshi held out his painting for me to see. It was a thirty by forty inch portrait of a young handsome Asian man done in a style that made me think of John Singer Sergeant. The figure was nude sitting cross-legged on a fancy divan. A dark cloth draped his lap barely covered his privates. The expression on the figures face was just a twitch away from a smile, his hair a messy pompadour that made me think of James Dean, a rose tattoo adorned the figures stomach to the left of his bellybutton.

"He's hot," I said and meant it.

Oshi Laughed. "I think so too. That's Brian."

I covered my mouth in genuine surprise. "Mr. Tutsuku?"

"The one and only. He's had this hidden away for years. I'm gonna frame it and put it over the sofa even if it pisses him off."

"May I?" I asked as I handed him the spider painting then took Brian Tutsuku's painting in my hands to gave it a professional once over. The signature was done in red capital block letters and easy to read, Maggie Edo. The background was full of shelves with odd knickknacks painted in striking detail. One object jumped out at me, a wooden box of chopsticks with the words Spirit Woods written in black Japanese characters over red. It was the exact kind of box I used to make my first offering to Wahine Lani back on Maui. "A Very skilled hand did this," I said admirably. "When was it done?"

Oshi scratched his bald head. "Brain was twenty four so I think 1959?" We swapped back paintings and Oshi asked, "Are you going to frame yours?"

"I haven't considered it," I said honestly. "It's big and would cost a fortune."

"I Have a friend in Kaimuki. He own a frame shop. He'll give you a deal if you like?"

"That would be nice but I'm giving it to Aly so that would be her decision."

Oshi nodded his small bald head. "Aly is a beautiful girl," He said.

I knew Oshi was gay so his compliment wasn't a come on, but I DID sense something behind it.

After an awkward pause, he asked, "Would you and Aly like to do some modeling?"

"Excuse me?"

He rubbed his head and continued, "It pays very well."

He looked at me clearly gauge my reaction. I managed to keep my expression neutral.

He kept rubbing his head and said, "Brian is a member of a club. The club sponsors and pays for private modeling sessions. He mentioned you and Aly at the club. You interested?"

"What exactly do you MEAN by modeling?" I asked.

"Um ..." he said nervously rubbing his belly now.

"So getting naked is what you mean," I said bluntly. Oshi shrugged and nodded. I laughed and said, "Not that I'm interested, but how much does this club pay their MODELS?"

"Depends," Oshi said tying to sound casual, "as high as ten thousand I hear."

My jaw dropped open. Then my eyes narrowed with deep suspicion.

"What would I have to do for ten thousand dollars?"

"No more then you've already done with your two boyfriends," he said with a shrug.

I stared at him blankly waiting for him to explain what he meant.

He seemed reluctant to go on. The old dude blushed. What would possible make an old gay man blush I wondered?

He cleared his throat. His pidgin accent thickened as he continued. "A month ago Brain and me go out of town. Our plans change and we came home early. Aly throw pool party with you and the two haole boys. You didn't know we had come home. From the sliding doors we watch for a little bit. We didn't wanna ruin the party so we sneak out again and stay at a friend's place."

It was that wild night Aly had brought up at the hotel a few days ago. I closed my eyes and moaned inwardly. That night Aly, Hawk, Matt and I were playing a drunken and VERY dirty game of truth or dare. The game ended with me blowing both guys in true porn diva form.

"Your two boyfriends are very blessed and I was...ah... impressed by your abilities."

"Oh my god," I whispered as I covered my face with my hands.

"Tell Aly about modeling thing. If you interested come over for dinner tonight," Oshi said. "If you no come I understand and no mo' talk." He walked down the path to the driveway; he stopped, turned, and said over his shoulder, "Brian go make his famous saimin."

I watched him disappear around the corner. I heard the rolling of the garage door and didn't move until I heard his car start up.

This was planned. He saw me coming and came out to make his odd proposal.

Chapter 62 The Best Saimin

"I can almost see the green dollar signs in your eyes and hear the ka-ching of a cash register," Aly said. "And what the hell is saimin?"

"Saimin is a noodle soup," I said.

Aly looked at me blankly.

"You know? Like ramen cup-a-noodles?" I rolled my eyes. "What kind of Asian are you?"

Aly rolled her striking blue-green Asian eyes right back at me eyes. "Back to the point. I could lose my position at the university if I pose naked for photos for Brain and Oshi's dirty boys club. Think what your family will say if it got out you did this."

"I'm an art major. My family expects me to appear in a porno movie at some point in my life."

Aly laughed, but she knew that there was a serious edge to my joking for I was one big squishy bundle of unresolved family issues. Aly got up, walked behind me and hugged me as I sat on one of her high bar stools. I swiveled around to face her and our mouths met in a soft kiss. I never told her about Matt's call at the hotel. And I certainly didn't tell her about my grope session in the elevator with the Japanese guys. I decided I would take that gem of a memory to my grave.

The kiss wound down. I drew back and said, "Just for laughs, let's go hear what the old guys have to say. Worst, we get a free meal out of it."

*****

"Let me get this straight," Aly said in a polite but stiff voice. "You are a member of a secret club that caters to the base needs of its members and that includes making private porno films?"

"A crude assessment," Brian Tutsuku said as he shoveled tasty noodles into his mouth with chopsticks. Brian was seventy two with totally white hair but still as handsome as the young man in the painting. I wondered what the rose tattoo looked like today?

"It's art," Oshi said. "Back in the sixties we were less uptight about it."

"Who foots the bill?" I asked. I dipped my ceramic saimin spoon into the steamy soup and slurped the best pork broth I had ever tasted in my life.

"Some members are real rich, they finance most the projects," Oshi said.

"This is the best wine for pork ramen, "Brian said as he refilled my glass with a red wine that had a German name I couldn't pronounce. It was my third glass.

"What do you two get out of this?" I asked.

"Good question," Aly said as she tried to get some noodles to her mouth with her chopsticks but it all slipped back into her bowl. Oshi got up and returned with a fork for her.

"How come nice Asian girl like you no can use chopsticks?" Oshi joked.

"I'm from Wisconsin," Aly said as she swirled her fork in her hot noodles. "What would two old gay men get out of a porn film staring Gwen and I?"

I blushed at Aly's directness. I wanted to ask that very question, but the polite Japanese in me made it imposable to voice it so directly. I quickly tried to soften Aly's mainland bluntness with a polite compliment.

"This broth is amazing."

Brian smiled and nodded a tiny bow. "Oshi's mother's recipe," he said.

Oshi frowned. "She no give ME the recipe," he complained.

"Because she knew you hopeless in the kitchen," Brain said.

"So is Aly," I said.

"It just means we're smarter," Aly said to Oshi. "We let others do all the work so we can eat."

"Yeah, az right," Oshi said giving Brain a defiant nudge. "You work and we eat."

Both old men laughed. Brian looked absolutely radiant when he laughed. No doubt about it, the guy was a charmer in his younger days ... hell he still was!

"I get a finders fee," Brain said in answer to Aly's question.

"So you told your little club about Gwen and me after watching us mess around with the boys?" Aly asked.

Time for me to blush again.

"Gwen was already on their radar before that," Brain said.

"How in god's name did she manage that?" Aly asked as she gave me a suspicious look.

Before I could proclaim my innocence to any wrong doing, Oshi said, "They saw Gwen in the movie made for the Kahakalohas."

"Your club made that movie?" Aly asked surprised.

"We sponsored it," Brian said.

"I was only on for just a couple of seconds," I said.

"Was enough I guess," Brain said.

"They liked what they saw," Oshi added.

Brian gave Aly a leveled look. "They'd be interested in you too, no doubt."

"And you get money if you bring us in?" Aly asked returning the look.

"Little bit, but mostly I get to push my own projects to the forefront," Brian said as he pinched a thin piece of roasted pork with his chopsticks, popped it in his mouth and chewed.

"Everything is very discreet and ultra private," Oshi said reassuringly.

"The Kahakaloha stuff is all over the internet," Aly said.

"The Kahakalohas did that on their own," Brian said.

"I'm sorry guys but I'm not interested in making a porn film for a secret sex club," Aly said. She held out her glass for more wine and Brian poured without a hitch.

"I would like to meet with the people in charge if that's possible," I said.

Aly gave me a disapproving look as Oshi handed me a business card.

Chapter 63 Wisconsin Cumshot

"Gwen, this is a really stupid idea," aly said as we walked back to the bungalow.

"I'm not going to do it," I assured her. "I just wanna see what this is all about. From an artistic point of view It's kind of exciting."

"And from a human female point of view its disgusting," Aly said. "I know this is feeding into that part of you that likes things nasty and dirty. For once don't listen."

"So you don't wanna get nasty and dirty tonight?" I asked innocently.

"Check that. You can listen to your dirty side all you like tonight."

I laughed.

Back at Aly's, I got out the business card Oshi gave me. It was unadorned with nothing but a 808 area code phone number in dark blue on it.

"Put that away you little freak," Aly said.

I shoved the card into my back pocket.

Matt and Hawk were off watching a basketball match between Honolulu and some college from Alaska. They had asked Aly to join them but she turned them down claiming she wanted some girl-girl time with me. If only they knew it was girl ON girl time. Anyway, with my generally over stated dislike of organized male sports, the guys didn't bother asking ME to to go to the game.

Aly picked up a piece of paper from her kitchen counter and read from it aloud. "Dinner, beer, naked tub time, cuddling, a movie, then nasty stuff. I'll crossed off dinner since my perverted landlords provided that already." She sat on the sofa next to me and casually dropped her list on the glass topped coffee table. I laughed when I saw that her list was a coupon flier from Longs Drugs.

"Let's skip everything and get right to the nasty stuff," I suggested.

Aly laughed and covered my mouth with hers. After the kiss she said, "You're only seventy percent in this room girly. You still got this porn shit on your mind don't you."

It was true. My little stint in the Waikiki hotel elevator with the three Japanese guys had been replaying in my head for weeks now. I played up the money part.

"I could uses ten thousand dollars. You have a kinky side. Aren't you just a little bit curious about being in a sexy movie?"

"Being fucked in uncomfortable unnatural positions with no concern for my pleasure? Having guys come on my face? Who wouldn't be turned on by that? Exploitative ... degrading ... how fun."

"Don't sugar coat it. Tell me exactly how you feel," I said.

Aly laughed and kissed me again. As we kissed my mind went to the little film I helped Meka make back on Maui. Cassie Kahakaloha certainly seemed to be having fun. Then I thought of my brief appearance near the end of that film ... they like what they saw Oshi had said.

Aly stopped the kiss abruptly, pulled back and gave me a hard look. "Oh my God Gwen. You are seriously considering doing this."

"The movie I helped Meka make looked like fun," I reasoned.

Aly wagged a finger. "That wasn't a porn film. It was a nice couple getting it on with a super hot friend not a fuck fest gangbang with facial cumshots which I'm sure is the standard fare for that old boy's club."

"You don't know if its gonna be that. And besides, cum facials aren't ALL that bad," I said.

"Glory be girl," Aly said with a roll of her eyes. "You let Hawk and Matt come on your face when I'm not around?"

"No. I did it myself," I confessed.

Aly laughed. "Don't hear THAT everyday," she said. "So tell me my Japanese princess? How did you manage to come on your OWN face?"

I told her about my hand cream experiment before meeting Hawk all that time ago.

"It blinded you and tasted like crap. Sounds like a lot of fun to me," Aly said. "Next time use honey, half and half and a little bit of cola whipped in a blender on high. You'll get the right consistency and it should taste a hell of a lot better than hand cream."

"And how did you come across this interesting concoction?" I had to ask.

"A science experiment I did back at Wisconsin," Aly said nonchalantly. "The experiment called for a liquid with the exact viscosity of male sperm."

"Really? A science experiment?" I asked skeptically.

"Okay it was for a frat party I went to. A friend came up with a game called Wisconsin cumshots. A shot of tequila with the my concoction haphazardly splashed over the rim of the shot glass.

I got up and went to her kitchen and started to open cabinets.

"What the hell are you doing?" Aly asked.

"Where's the tequila?"

"Cabinet above the microwave."

I pulled down an unopened fifth of tequila. In the fridge I found a carton of half and half and a can of Coke. In the pantry I found honey in a squeezable bear container.

"Where's the blender?" I asked.

"Door left of the stove," Aly said.

I plugged the blender in. "Make me sperm woman," I demanded.

"Not my gender forte ... but okay." Aly said stepping into the kitchen with me. She pushed pass me and pulled two shot glasses down from a cupboard over the stove. She broke the paper seal on the tequila and poured two shots. She picked one up and knocked it back with a grimace. "You too," she said with a shiver.

I knocked back the other shot shivering and grimacing too.

"Okay, I think we're ready," Aly said. "Let's make some man juice without the benefit of testicles."

Twenty minutes and several small adjustments later we had a reasonable sperm facsimile. Aly transferred the concoction from the blender into a small bowl using a rubber spatula. I dipped my finger in coating it with the clingy, creamy, white stuff. I took a tentative lick then stuck my whole finger into my mouth. "This isn't bad," I said. "The soda adds an interesting edge."

"I used it mostly for color."

I poured two more tequila shots.

Aly got a fork from a drawer, dipped it in the bowl of thick liquid, spun it a couple of times and lifted it out. The stuff clung to the knife no trouble but threatened to ooze off so she quickly spun the fork to regain balance.

"Oh baby, here it comes!" Aly said in a breathy voice. With a snap of her wrist she sent the stuff flying. A gloppy strand slapped across both shot glasses."Oh yeah. You like that you little sluts?" Aly asked. She picked up an anointed shot glass and knocked back the tequila. Then in total porn sleaze, she licked the messy exterior of the class clean of her woman made spunk. After a dainty wipe at the corners of her mouth she said, "The Wisconsin Cumshot," and slammed the empty shot glass, top down onto the counter. "Drink up princess."

I swept the remaining shot up and drank it down without a hitch. The thick sweet goop clung to my tongue blunting the awful taste of the tequila.

"That's it, swallow my jizz baby," Aly said.

I choked back a laugh then seductively rubbed the shot glass over my lips and chin making little gasping sounds of pleasure for effect.

"Oh I'm sure the old man's club would like that," Aly said then she covered my messy mouth with a sloppy kiss.

"We are positively drunk," I said after the kiss.

"Just you sugar," Aly said. "Two shots won't faze me much. I've got fifty pounds on you easy."

"Oh then you must be a hundred and—"

"Shut the fuck up," Aly snapped.

I laughed, stuck my finger in the bowl and lapped up more of her artificial man jizz. As I sucked on my fingers I said, "I wanna come on your luscious tits."

"You are one sick freak," Aly said as she removed her shirt. Beneath, she wore a black sports bra that perked up her perfect pair nicely. I would sell my soul to the devil for tits like hers. In just her jeans and bra she looked fabulous. No wonder her land lords thought that she would be of interest to their secretive sex club. She started to remove the bra but I stopped her.

"Leave them on. The jeans too."

"Let's do this in the shower stall, I don't wanna mess up the house," Aly said.

I followed her to the shower with the bowl of simulated man juice in my hands doing my best not to sway from the affects of two consecutive shots of tequila on top of the glasses of wine I had with dinner. In the bathroom, we kissed again. After the kiss I undress.

"Why, pray tell are you getting naked?" Aly asked.

"In the porn movies, the guys are always naked when they come on the chicks," I said trying to sound practical.

"They have dicks too. You gonna grow one?" Aly asked. "You ever noticed that the guys in porno film have no body hair whatsoever?" As I stupidly tried to undressed one handed, Aly rolled her eyes. "Give me the bowl before you drop it." She took the bowl and I finish undressing.

"Get on your knees, suck my dick baby," I demanded as I took charge of the bowl again.

She dropped to her knees in the crowded shower stall and I yelped in surprise when she buried her face in my crotch aggressively seeking out my wet center with tongue and teeth.

"Oh yeah ... do it baby ... Make me come." I said doing my best porno dialog. It didn't take long for me to get serious though. Aly's hands slid behind me gripping both my ass cheeks. "Shit! Wow! Oh man!" I exclaimed as she had me on the edge. "Grab my tits!" I demanded. Her hands let go of my ass, zipped around and sought out my A-cups. "I'm gonna come!" I let her know. She pulled back and worked me with her right hand.

"Come on my tits hot mama!" she said.

He bra covered breasts were the most inviting sight in the universe. My own naked chest heaved from drunken excitement as I dipped two fingers into Aly's homemade jizz. With a violent flick of my wrist, I spattered a broken creamy line across her cleavage. The stupid little action turned me on to no end. I splattered her tits two more times. Then my orgasm hit. I gripped Aly's shoulder with my one free hand, clutched at the stupid bowl with the other, if not for the shower stall against my back, I'd be a quivering fetal heap near the drain.