Messy love

George knew that impressionism was Carla’s favorite style of painting. But she was also very interested in the academic style. Therefore, he was sure in advance that she would never miss this exhibition.

With his hands clasped behind his back, George said without taking his eyes off the canvas:

– A person far from painting would say that several statues are painted on this board, around which half-naked contemporaries of Zeus are fucking.

The two of them smiled, after which George asked, turning his gaze to the girl:

– What do you think about this picture?

Squinting slightly, Carla continued to examine the picture, while simultaneously answering the question:

– Some say that through depicting the life of the ancient Romans, Couture wanted to demonstrate the decline of French culture. It shows how the people of Ancient Rome did not restrain themselves in their desires. We see the Romans openly display their desire for luxury and boundless pleasure, and do so against the backdrop of what should be considered the magnificent achievements of ancient Roman culture. These statues of national heroes and architecture, arousing admiration even among our contemporaries, cannot but be perceived as a great creation. In this picture, the Romans indulge in lovemaking, without wanting to think about anything vital or of great importance for the political and social aspects of the state system; that is, such an activity is a higher priority for them than everything else; and all this happens in the midst of what is considered national pride. If you look closely, you will notice that the statues are in a vertical position, and the Romans indulging in love are in a horizontal position. This feature of the picture demonstrates the absolute indifference of the Romans to what is around them. Some would easily regard this as a complete lack of any ethical standards in society. Such a phenomenon today would be viewed with harsh criticism, considered disrespect for objects of national heritage. What is now perceived as debauchery and something immoral was considered the norm in those days; but in the time of Thomas Couture, such behavior was already considered immoral. You can also notice how much the people in this picture come to the fore, leaving the statues and columns somewhere far behind them. Probably, with this, Thomas Couture wanted to convey the idea that people often consign all the greatness and historical significance of the past to deep oblivion, completely indulging in the power of natural instincts, thereby sinking to the level of animals.

George looked at Carla’s profile for a while, and finally said:

– One question keeps tormenting me: why isn’t your entire generation so willingly interested in painting?

Continuing to look at the canvas, Carla answered in an even tone:

– Personally, I think that art is the most beautiful form of lies. Perhaps that is why some are indifferent to it, while others are too weak to give it up.

– Well said.

Thirty-seven-year-old Lieutenant John Young was an example of a decent, godly police officer, a successful detective with a high clearance rate and an exemplary family man. But at the moment, he did with all this exactly the same as the Romans did with their national treasure – he consigned it to deep oblivion.

Even after the hot intercourse, accompanied by loud breathing and slippery friction, was completed and both were lying in bed, almost exhausted and hidden under a layer of sweat, his palm did not stop roaming along the attractive curves of her body, and his lips did not leave the most sensitive point on the breast. John preferred to work with his lips more than other clients. He could stick to Carla’s lips and not come off, stretching out one kiss for several minutes. Carla thought he was a little weird. It was unusual for her when a client admired her face for a long time. John was still the only client who tried to behave in bed with her as softly and tenderly as possible, without showing absolutely any rudeness. During all this time, he never dared to even give her a light slap on the buttock. At times, Carla had the impression that John perceived her somewhat differently than the others, showing excessive romanticism, which seemed inappropriate to her in sexual-market relations.

At the moment when John’s eyelids lifted for a fleeting moment and his eyes, blinded by ecstasy, opened, somewhere behind the sexy naked body of the girl in the distant background, he noticed the dial of a watch standing on the nightstand. He immediately looked up from the breast size 4 and said:

– Crap. Almost an hour and a half has already passed.

Looking at Carla’s serene face, John asked:

– Do I have to pay for the second one?

Her voice sounded as carefree as her face looked:

– Don’t panic. – Taking another puff, Carla added: – Consider it a sale today – two for the price of one.

John immediately put on a satisfied smile and began to cuddle up to her. Carla immediately stopped him with the words:

– What are you doing?

– You said that today is a sale. I paid for the first hour, now I want to use the second to the end.

Carla shook her head and said:

– I hasten to disappoint you. The sale is valid until two hours. It’s already past two.

John immediately meekly removed his hands from Carla. A few seconds passed and he turned to her again:

– Listen, I wanted to ask. Do you generally watch porn or read erotic novels? Well, I mean, where do you get your knowledge about how to have sex?

– I forgot the last time I watched porn.

John lay down on his side and, leaning a little closer, continued to ask:

– What about erotic novels?

– I haven’t read fiction at all for ten years now.

– It may be none of my business… partly. I just had a lot of women, especially before I got married. But in bed, none of them are capable of even a small part of what you can do. I used to think that orgasms mainly occur in women. Somewhere you mastered all this..

– During our third year as students, we studied psychology in detail. There were several subjects, each of which was dedicated to one particular area: family psychology, labor psychology, personal psychology, interpersonal psychology, group psychology, ethnic psychology, and so on. One day we began to study a section called «the relationship and interdependence of psychology and physiology». In my free time from studying, I began to study this section a little deeper. I dug up a couple dozen additional books and plunged headlong into research. As a result, I learned all the intricacies of how the human body reacts to a variety of stimuli, including sexual ones. I also studied the differences in male and female physiology. So one day I decided to test the whole theory in practice. Well, then…

The silence continued for several agonizing seconds until John’s voice broke it:

– What’s next? Come on. I crave details.

– Then I realized that I can charge hefty prices for my skills in bed.

After these words, Carla looked at John’s thoughtful face and laughed silently. A wide smile appeared on her pretty face, revealing her snow-white teeth.

Endlessly admiring Carla’s nakedness, John said:

– Will you treat me to a cigarette?

Carla held out her half-smoked cigarette.

Before inhaling through the filter, John asked:

– For free?

Slowly blowing a cloud of tobacco smoke above her, Carla said:

– No. This is covered by the promotion «one hour of sex and half a cigarette in addition».

She got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. John hungrily looked from behind at her shiny, convex moving buttocks hidden under a layer of sweat, which made him say after her:

– Listen. But let me still pay for two full hours.

Carla turned around for a moment and replied:

– No.

– Come on.

– I really can’t. I have a client waiting for me at four o’clock. It takes a long time to get to his house.

– Why are you so principled? – Paul asked twitchily and indignantly. – It’s okay to be stubborn. Name the price and let’s go.

Paul was seventeen years old. He was a first-year student, learning the specifics of the hotel business. The first time he saw Carla was in this same place, when she was talking about something with Mats. That day he played billiards with friends and, of course, lost big. Since then, Paul began to lock himself in the toilet twice as often. One could say that he decided to have a frank conversation with Carla only because he plucked up courage, but more likely he simply ran out of patience. He couldn’t stand it for so long. On the way to and from college, he met Carla five or six times a week. Animal urges became stronger and made themselves felt more and more often. Everything inside is burning and itching, and the mode «rise up soldier!» turns on automatically.

Carla did not take Paul seriously, to put it mildly. For her, he was an ordinary boy with a standard set of complexes and changes that come with transitional age and puberty. These words did not cause anything from her except restrained laughter.

Sitting at the bar with a smoking cigarette in the hand, crossing her legs, Carla said with a note of sarcasm:

– Go and start rubbing the bald without me, and by the time I get there, you’ll be finished. Your body is young, so you won’t have to work for long.

After a prolonged silence, completely despairing, Paul asked in a faded voice and with his hands hanging down:

– How did I offend you? Tell me. No offense, but you’re a prostitute. You sleep for money. I pay. What’s wrong?

Rolling her eyes around the ceiling, Carla replied:

– You see, Paulie, I am a commodity. But I strive to become not just a commodity, but a special commodity. Let’s say a crowd of office workers is sitting in some room. All these clerks are no different from each other. They sit in the same room, every single one does paperwork, gets the same salary, wears the same suits, comes and leaves at the same time. Each of them will remain part of this general mass, in which no one will be paid special attention. And all because they are in the same row, do the same thing and behave absolutely the same. They are no different from each other. So I strive to make whole crowds turn their attention to me; I want to write my name in history; so that people like me become an endangered species. I want this world to remember me. Never mind the fact that I’m a whore. This is also, you know, a lot of work. And this requires talent, which is not given to everyone.

– So…

– If I give myself to everyone who offers money, then my quotes will immediately collapse. I will no longer be any different from a banal low-grade whore who spreads clap. In simple terms, I want to become like a bright star in the night sky – to be dazzlingly beautiful, alluring, and at the same time remain inaccessible to absolutely everyone.

Paul’s sarcastic voice rang out:

– Like the best should not be available to everyone.

– Absolutely right, my boy – Carla said with a smile.

Sighing heavily, Paul took a book out of his backpack and once again turned to Carla:

– Well, at least can you help with ethnography?

Putting out her cigarette in the ashtray, Carla said, tapping her palm on the upholstery of the next chair:

– But in this matter I am available, like a collapsed meteorite.

While Paul was standing next to her at the bar, Carla turned to Mats, holding out a bill:

– Give us two glasses of Coca-Cola.

Matthew was Carla’s best friend. They met at the pool, where they both used to go until they were completely immersed in work – Matthew began to receive more orders in his car service, and Carla began to work on improving her skills, coming up with new positions and discovering new erogenous zones for her clients. She continued to develop her skills, even though all her clients were already happy to be in bed with her. BUT! Carla still wanted to be special, even if she was a whore. Matthew often came to her with a disc of some new Hollywood release, which they watched late at night, sitting in front of the TV with a bottle of something non-alcoholic. From the moment they met, they congratulated each other on every date marked in red on the calendar, without missing a single holiday. And they celebrated the last two New Years together; plus Georgina and several other friends were with them, with whom it turned out to be a small New Year’s get-together. At the friend’s birthday party a couple of weeks ago, Carla was remembered for the fact that thanks to her, Matthew became the owner of a painting in which he was depicted leaning against the front fender of a silver Ford Shelby Mustang GT 500 model. It was essentially a reproduction of the poster for the movie Gone in 60 Seconds. This was Matthew’s favorite movie. The painter did an excellent job on the canvas, which was practically no different from the image on the poster, except for the detail that instead of Nicolas Cage’s head in the drawing, it was Matthew’s; he was dressed in exactly the same clothes in which Cage masterfully curbed Eleanor’s1 violent temper.

They were driving along a suburban night highway. The roar of a Chevrolet Camarro was heard inside the car, which Matthew had personally assembled for two and a half years, purchasing used parts of this model. Polished wheels emitted lunar reflections, and xenon headlights cast a dazzling glow onto the asphalt. The needle on the speedometer was already crossing the second hundred, the selector switched to fourth gear, speed and power took over their bodies, Carla indifferently threw the Marlboro cigarette butt out the window, and a frightened hare ran off the side of the road. A disc was playing inside, on which the world’s best hits from different eras were recorded. That evening the singers were mainly Modern Talking, Sting, Madonna, Kylie Minogue and Liza Minnelli.

Thirty-four kilometers from the suburbs, Matthew parked the Camarro on the very edge of a cliff. They both climbed onto the back and, sitting on the roof of the car, admired the rising of the full moon against the background of a clear sky, decorated with an abundance of bright stars. They chatted about everything that came to mind, and when two people take turns smoking a joint of marijuana, a lot of things come to mind.

Handing the rolled cigarette into Matthew’s hands, Carla asked:

– So what did you want to talk about?

– A classmate came to see me this week. He was passing through and stopped by in transit. You know, I went crazy when I saw what he arrived in and what he was wearing. He achieved considerable success.

– And what exactly did he succeed in?

– But this is the most interesting thing. He said he produces films for adults.

– Seriously? – Carla asked with a loud laugh.

– Four years ago he opened his own porn studio. They have already made more than a thousand films.

Carla curled her lips into a tube, making a loud whistle of surprise as she accepted the rolled-up cigarette from Matthew’s hand.

– Just imagine. But he says his company still hasn’t matured to the level of even average porn producers. The cast in his films does not have famous names. All the men and girls are completely debutants in this business. And every time the best personnel are lured away by some wealthy competitor. And then he also quarreled with the only good director.

– Continue – Carla said intrigued, returning the joint.

– So, we were sitting in a bar, and when he talked about the quarrel with the director and that it was a problem to find a good director, a thought suddenly popped into my head. I told him that I have someone who knows about the quality of sex scenes.

– Are you serious? – asked Carla. By this moment, her consciousness was already fully plunging into a state of mild euphoria.

– Absolutely. Let me introduce you to him. At least try it. It’s just that he gives so much money for one production that, if it weren’t for my complexes, I would have directed it and acted in it myself. What if you like this kind of work?

Carla peered long and thoughtfully into the distant night spaces hidden under the starry sky. Soon she asked:

– How much does he pay?

– The minimum salary is two and a half thousand. If three people are filming a scene, then director’s fee will be something like four to five thousand.

After a short pause, Carla asked another question:

– How much do actors earn?

– Beginners – no more than eight hundred.

After pausing for one puff, Matthew added:

– By the way. He said that they organize the work so that in one day they can shoot five or six films of thirty to fifty minutes each. So, you can make from fifteen to twenty thousand in one working day.

Carla lowered her eyes somewhere down and thought deeply.

I fuck with the wrong guys. Crap. It would be possible not to spread the legs at all, but just stand nearby and conduct.

– Give me his number – Carla said decisively.

3. CANDY MADE FROM MEDIOCRE PORN

Henry Hogan did not allow any actress to film without first examining her nudity. Among those girls whose bodies passed the casting, every second one stayed in the producer’s office to demonstrate their skills in practice and receive an increase in the fee in the future. Not a single film was made without his presence. He personally supervised the work of the film crew and controlled the most important stage of the production process. Each scene was worked out under his strict guidance. If necessary, he demanded that the director make repeated takes of some fragments. In search of new talent, Henry roamed beaches, shopping centers, university courtyards, cheap eateries and nightclubs. In these places he found the most suitable candidates who were most likely to agree to his offer. For the foreseeable future, Henry has set himself the task of launching his own website, where he plans to upload all the films to which his studio owns the rights. He already had a detailed idea of what his website would look like. In the meantime, he updated the filming and editing equipment, hired a professional stylist, and selected three new guys and two girls. And a couple of days ago, Henry took his company to a new level – he hired a certified costume designer. It turned out to be a twenty-two-year-old graduate of the institute, Gloria, who was fussing around looking for work, trying to accumulate experience and put her work on public display. She was incredibly happy when she was offered to dress actors for films of the XXX genre. She was not disappointed by the fact that the costumes she made would disappear from the screen in the third minute. She was pleased that these costumes would appear before the general public. At least Henry wasn’t lying at all when he told her that absolutely everyone watches porn, just not everyone admits it.

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Примечания

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Nickname of the car in the film «Gone in 60 Seconds» (dir. Dominic Sena).