Sex Acts And Emotional Problems
Caitlyn shut her eyes and sank in the chair. She rested her head against its top.
“I wish. I’ve got a presentation first thing Monday morning, and I’m still at the beginning.”
“How much more are you possibly gonna get done tonight?” Paula pressed.
“I don’t know,” Caitlyn shrugged. “I take it you haven’t been raped yet?”
Paula rolled her eyes.
“No,” she replied.
“That’s good,” Caitlyn teased.
“He keeps asking me to ‘just come to the crib and chill.’ He’s all like how his mom brings food to the house and how ‘she’s a bangin’ good cook.’ I don’t know exactly which part of that is supposed to soak my thong.”
“Definitely the bangin’ part,” Caitlyn reasoned.
“Right,” Paula rolled her eyes again. “He’s cute and everything. He’s got a nice car, and I know he has money. But what am I, sixteen? I’m sure his apartment is just as dope as he claims, and I bet his mom is a regular Emeril Lagasse, or whatever.
“But no way am I going to this guy’s house to blow him for drugs.”
“Aw, Paula,” Sam joked. “He probably just wants some adult company to talk with him about adult stuff.”
“I fucking bet,” Paula remarked. “To him ‘adult stuff’ probably means filming a porno on his phone and blowing lines off my ass cheeks.”
“God,” Sam shook her head. “You’re so vulgar.”
He motioned with his eyes to the American Spirit still barely burning in her right hand.
“Can I have that?”
“Sure,” Caitlyn held the cigarette to his lips.
Michael wrapped his fingers around her wrist, pressing his thumb into her palm as he inhaled.
Caitlyn glanced briefly at his crotch, where Paula’s left hand clutched his thigh tightly in place as she focused on adding a swirling tribal pattern to his oblique.
“Is this weird for you?” Michael asked.
Caitlyn brought her eyes to his.
“I’ve never been fired before.”
“No,” he said. “I meant watching Paula fake tattoo me naked.”
“But the world around us makes everyone go to school, get a job, and play by the rules of the field they’re in. And Art is a field too. And ‘the scene’ has a texture, but it lacks substance. You know, ‘the scene’ is cool. But it’s not Art. And it’s disgusting to me, to have to consider and carve out a place for myself inside of that, to have to play by society’s rules inside of Art. Creativity is a beast. I want to let it out and play with it. But society, the scene, is like this cage within a cage within a cage.”