The Muse Pt. 01

Jean-Michel sat leisurely in the open-air section of the cafe. He seemed to have been in deep meditative thought behind his large onyx shades, but secretly he was leering at the attractive young coeds zipping past the coffee shop heading to the lecture hall building in the city.

He was in town, visiting from his native Martinique, giving a lecture about his sculpture and painting series to the undergrad fine arts class. A cushy gig that scored him a tidy apartment nearby the campus.

He decided to start making his way to his lecture, he was already 5 minutes late. He stood up and strolled to the building, cutting a striking figure on the busy street among the mostly white crowd of students. At 6ft5, with a large developed chest that was already straining his open Hawaiian shirt that was unbuttoned down the top of his beer belly, he looked more like a retired powerlifter than an artiste.

He quietly entered the lecture hall at the back while the provost was speaking, removing his sunglasses.

".... so for the semester, Monsieur Desalines will be lecturing on his series: Sensual Strokes." the Dean stuttered with a mortified look on his face.

Jean-Michel snorted loudly, he honestly didn't think he could've gotten away with such a corny name. The provost saw him and waved him down. As he descended the stairs, many of the women seemed to track him closely. He flexed his large forearm slightly, causing the arms of his shirt to bulge. The girls nearest to him were licking his lips lasciviously.

"'allo, I em Jean-Michel Desalines, but yo cah call me Jean." he greeted once he was behind the podium.

"Monsiuer, we tend to keep things more formal here." quipped the dimunitive provost.

"Oui, ok, call me Sir, but at ze bar I am Michie." he responded with a great smile, a gold incisor gleaming from under his thick matt of facial hair.

The students broke out in a light chuckle. The young ladies seemed to have carried it a little longer than the rest. One girl, a mousy little redhead, seemed to do a cute, but loud snort. She got Jean's attention and he gave her a sly wink, her face immediately erupted into a fiery rouge.

"I wont you to tink of your artistic ambitions ze same way you tink of a lovur. Eet needs to be embraced, cherish, and regularly satisfied." he continued.

He took a sly peak at the redhead again, she seemed to hang onto his every word. One tiny hand clutching her pearl necklace and the other seemingly bunching up her skirt, legs tightly closed.

Defensive, almost scandalized by his every utterance. He was very amused.

"Truout ze term I will be meeting with you all regularly to review your pieces." he went on further, "I expect you all to become vulnerable, raw."

He turned to the screen and clicked a button on the nearby controller. The students gasped and the provost seemed to want to be swallowed up by the very Earth.

Up on the screen there was a painting of a naked young woman on her back, her face contorted in pure ecstasy, biting on her right index finger so hard as if to draw blood. A great serpent was coiled around her neck, seemingly strangling her. Its body entwined with hers, winding up from up between her legs. It seems as if the creature slithered out from the depths of her sex.

Her body was adorned with barbell piercings through her nipples and many rings throughout the lips of her labia. Her skin seemed to have fresh cuts and scrapes upon her pale tender flesh. Her eyes were rolled back into her head as if she had no pupils. The snake's head was poised at her right ear, not looking to strike, but posed as if whispering something to her.

He looked up at his favorite new student. She seemed to be petrified, her eyes darting frantically from side to side taking in the scene. She was having an experience as if she found what it was that she was searching for.

"Well zat ees all fur our introduction, I will see you after hours," he said curtly to the class, but pointedly gazing into the eyes of the young girl.

As he casually strolled out of the hall under a curtain of scandal and whispering, he chuckled to himself, he found his next great muse. The fun was just only starting.