I plan to work on 'Summer Project' today and perhaps something else if time permits.
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ENDING #1
Mark was pleased. Eileen went for far more than he had expected; more than any other of his large works of the past. Even in these bad economic times, there was still money to be made in art.
As the patrons were writing checks and presenting cards to the gallery’s host, Mark took advantage of the post-auction chaos to wheel in Eileen’s replacement and put a tarp over his enslaved angel. Quickly he loaded her onto his idling rental truck and secured her. All of his other works went as well and after doing some mental calculations, Mark was set for at least another year. He would claim his check, minus the auction house fees, in a few days. Right now, however, he needed to get back and get his Eileen out of her prison.
“You went for a pretty penny,” Eileen heard Mark tell her through her earphones, “I think in part to your performance.”
Eileen felt herself blush. Even though she was unplugged, the lingering effects of her orgasms still were sending a ripple or two through her from the memories of being on display. She didn’t know how much the people could hear her, but she was sure that her moans caused more than one stirring between their legs.
“I have one more surprise waiting for you, my little slave, when we get home.”
So far, all of her surprises had been above and beyond good and her mind dashed ahead to envision what he had in store for her. Whatever it was, she was sure that it couldn’t possibly be any better than the one she had just been through.
Then she thought of her husband.
Soon she would have to making the trek across town and to her ‘real’ home. Her friend, Susan, would have covered for her again, saying that their shopping trip lasted a bit longer than expected and both of them spent the night at a hotel. For Susan, it was a game she excelled at and spending a day or two at the Hilton was just the bonus she needed from her hum-drum world of interior design.
However, even Susan didn’t know where Eileen was. No one did save herself and her Master.
The truck slowed, then stopped and the rear door was lifted open. Mark pulled the canvas from his sculpture and unbound it from the interior of the truck. Carefully he moved Eileen from the truck, through the empty garage and up into his studio.
As soon as the artist parked Eileen, he started to undo the panels. Eileen was grateful to see an undistorted world again as he put the acrylic panels aside.
However, instead of releasing Eileen further, Mark wheeled a small television in front of her and turned it on. There, on the screen, was a woman that looked remarkably like Eileen. In fact, the woman was wearing the clothes that Eileen had brought with her to change into when she left to go back to Devon.
“Hi Eileen,” the girl on the television said, “You don’t know me but I am going to be you today! Mark here asked me to be you. I know it is probably a shock to hear that, but be patient and all will be revealed.”
The camera pulled back and the fake Eileen opened the door to the real Eileen’s Mercedes. The actor’s white-gloved finger caressed the sedan’s top.
“You see, Eileen,” the woman continued with her slight southern accent, “Mark cares for you very much so he has decided to keep you for himself. I know Mark’s tastes so I know what that probably means for you. So, I am helping Mark make you disappear. I have your passport along with all your other little goodies that makes you you and I have a one way plane ticket to Quebec. I will drive your wonderful little car to the airport, park it and take the next flight there where you will disappear and I will reappear to take a flight back a few hours later as myself. It’s that easy. Your husband, I am sure, will spend quite a bit of money trying to find you but you and your friend Susan have made sure that your little ‘thing’ with Mark was very discrete. So I am sure his private eyes won’t find you and knowing him, at some point his money will be worth more to him than you and he will stop the hunt.”
Eileen could believe what she was hearing. The shock completely drained her.
“So enjoy the rest of your life as Mark’s little plaything. I am pretty sure he won’t tire of you.”
With that, the fake Eileen got into the Mercedes, shut the door and drove away. The screen then went blank.
Mark took the DVD out of the television set and dropped it onto the floor, grinding it into pieces before carefully sweeping it up and dumping it into a dust bin filled with the remnants of past art projects. He then stepped back over and looked into her eyes.
“Surprise!”
ENDING #2
Mark was pleased. Eileen went for far more than he had expected; more than any other of his large works of the past. Even in these bad economic times, there was still money to be made in art.
As the patrons were writing checks and presenting cards to the gallery’s host, Mark wanted to take advantage of the post-auction chaos to wheel in Eileen’s replacement and cart his slave away.
“You were right,” Mark heard a voice behind him say, “It is very eye-catching.”
Mark turned around to see a patron he had spoken to earlier as he was looking at the piece.
“Thank you,” Mark said, “but you have to excuse me. I need to get the piece ready for delivery to its new home.”
The man smiled, “No need to do that. My people will be here shortly and take of all of that.”
The color drained from Mark face, “With a piece like this, I like to make sure that everything is correctly installed. I have my truck here and it would be no trouble at all to drive it over there and make sure it is properly taken care of. If I could just get your address, Mr. . . “
“Devon Chaucer,” the man said, “But I don’t think it is so complicated that one of my staff can’t handle it. You see, I am expecting my wife back from a shopping trip and I wanted to surprise her. Of course, when I came here I wasn’t expecting to pay for such a lavish piece of art, but my wife is worth it.”
Mark was about to say something else when two well-dressed workmen came up.
“Is this the piece, Mr. Chaucer?” one of them asked.
“Yes it is, George. Make sure to secure it tightly. I wouldn’t want anything to happen to it before I surprise my wife with it.”
Quickly the workers wrapped Eileen in some bubble wrap and began to wheel her out with Mr. Chaucer trailing a bit behind.
“Are you sure you don’t want my help?” Mark called out weakly, “It would be no problem.”
“No, that is quite alright. I got it from here. I don’t want to ruin it if she has gotten home before me.”
“I am pretty sure you won’t,” Mark said dejectedly under his breath, “I am pretty sure you won’t.”
ENDING #3
Mark was pleased. Eileen went for far more than he had expected; more than any other of his large works of the past. Even in these bad economic times, there was still money to be made in art, he grinned.
As the patrons were writing checks and presenting cards to the gallery’s host, Mark called his other contacts to make sure everything was going as scheduled.
Claudia was already at the airport. She was nearly the same height and build as Eileen and with the proper wig and a pair of sunglasses, she could be Eileen’s twin. She had already dressed in Eileen’s clothes and sported everything that Eileen had worn, including her wedding ring.
Claudia had driven Eileen’s Mercedes to the airport and parked it in the long term area. The suitcase belonged to Claudia as well as all of its contents, but nothing that would scream out not belonging to either woman. Claudia’s other ID was safely in the briefcase she would be taking to Quebec with her.
One way tickets usually are a red flag to security, so Mark made sure to make it two way. However, Eileen would be making the return trip. He even used her credit card to book it from a payphone in the Mall a month ago when he was sure of the auction date.
Like his previous auctions, there were certain clients that knew the real contents of his art and would pay a pretty penny for them. This drove up the prices of his other, smaller pieces as well as making it easy for his clients to take home their newly purchased slaves.
Mark also made sure that Eileen kept their affair a complete secret, instilling fear of her husband finding out as well as others, making sure she didn’t tell even her best friends about Mark. Her husband didn’t suspect, he was positive of that. So another rich housewife was bound to some dungeon somewhere to please someone else.
The sculptor was a little sad to see her go, but his lifestyle needed cash as the Crimson Group was always in need of more product. Quietly he slipped out of the end-of-auction crowd to out in front of the Gallery to light a smoke.
“Do you have another?” a woman’s voice asked.
Mark turned around to see a very attractive brunette with dark, almond shaped eyes and a ‘fuck-me’ type of smile.
“Sure,” Mark pulled out his cigarette case and offered the woman one.
“Thanks. I am trying to quit, but the stress of these auctions, well, let’s just say I need something to calm my nerves.”
“I know what you mean,” the artist said as he mentally took note of the brunette’s selling points, “I definitely know what you mean.”
2 comments:
All three of the endings fit in the story but;
Ending two is pretty depressing what with the potential that hubby does not really know and the death looming.
Ending three is a bit trite with the artist becoming little more than a trafficer.
Ending one also is a bit trite but it carries forward with the love and desire presented in the story, even though little of that emotion is from the artist it is present.
Least favorite ending would have to be number three, but all fit the rather dark tone of the story - which is a fine by me. Number one if forced to pick.
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