10/25/2016: ART Modeling

they were discussing, she and the group. One of the artists mentioned, in a complaining tone, how they never got a model who smiled. So, she said with some dark humor coloring her tone, really? OK, I will smile for this next five minute one.
   She chose a pose that was full of energy and needed much attention; a pose of finite muscular placement and engagement. A challenge. She smiled- tightly at first and then relaxing more deeply into her unusual posture and widely cheerful face, she felt the intricacies of her inner mouth tissue open to allow an intimately full exposure of her teeth: her false tooth right in front, which was noticeably smaller than its mate; also her missing back left eye tooth was prominently dispayed by a grin both heartfelt and a shafe lurid. And they drew, they drew with a fresh eagerness and aplomb, this woman who was more naked than most, who was presently unguarded and displaying her most private innate smile at the world.
             After some time, the group's facilitator glanced in a non- chalant manner to the digital timer and murmered to himself more than to the others, oh Whoops!: forgot to set the timer. (then looking up to me with a quiet smile of his own: you don't mind, do you?"

        My smile continues unhindered by this rhetorical question, though now my eyes are only on him and my smile slowly gains a character of malicious servility, until it has stretched and grown into a monster's gape, a grin absent of kindness and with the promise of a definite return/ consequence for its unwanted and pained continuance.  A garish mask floating up from the body of a tired queen. The facilitator soon realized that he had better feed this strange beast a much heftier tip than his usual, or in some unspoken way, there'd be Hell to Pay.