Sitting on the bench outside the apartment building Rick Stevens was looking for a muse. It had been months since he had painted anything, a year since he sculpted and nearly five years since he had received any recognition. The street was busy. Vibrant yellow cabs every three minutes trying to make their money, Shop owners sweeping the front of their businesses, many shoppers in a hurry to buy their goods for dinner. Then running toward him he seen her. Tears pouring down her beautiful porcelain skin, wearing a cropped red tank top showing her slim stomach and pierced navel above tight faded blue jeans. Watching her every stride he wondered why she was in such a rush, that type of beauty is worth waiting for and any one should be lucky enough to wait for such a woman. She took out her key and opened the door to the apartment building. Rick's jaw dropped in disbelief,"She lives here?!How could i miss her?!" Wasting no time Rick tried to catch up to her. "Miss" he said repeatedly when he opened the door to the building seeing her awaiting the elevator. She turned quickly her honey brown hair catching the movement, she gave him a confused stare as the elevator opened and quickly stepped inside and pushed her button. Rick ran to the elevator and noticed she was hitting the elevator button for the doors to close faster. "I'm sorry I'm just trying to go to my apartment upstairs.I don't believe Ive ever met you before, i noticed you had a key do you live here too? My name is Rick Stevens whats yours?" Still looking at him confused she answered,"Lolita,I mean my name is Audrey." He smiled,"You didn't have to give me you name Hun if u didn't want to." She looked down,"Its a long story Rick." "I'm sorry, I just want to understand you,your so beautiful, I'm a painter I would love to paint you. Do you think you could come to my apartment and be my subject?" Fury grew in her eyes,"Your just like the rest! Try to get me into your home to fuck me, then pay me below average just for your benefit! your pathetic! Painter?! give me a break! Don't you see the pain in my eyes,Didn't you see the tears Ive shed?! And you act like a common John just wanting me for your pleasure!" The elevator door opened and they both stepped out. "What are you doing?!"she yelled. "Miss what ever your name is,I live on this floor as well."He walked over to his door and opened it. She walked over to hers and took one last look at him as he said,"I never meant for anything sexual,I just wanted to paint you,My apartment is my studio and all my supplies are inside.If you want i could pay you,if not then i will give you the painting for free.I believe your beautiful and if you have done what you say,I'm sorry your life must have been full of strife.We are born angels,but all of our wings get dirty with time.My offer will always stand." Rick watched her go into her apartment. Shaking his head he sat down in front of his easel and began to sketch her as she ran toward him only moments ago with off white wings trailing each side of her...
Three hours and two portraits later he decided he needed a drink and made his way to Charlotte's. It was packed with women of different age,sex,and race at the bar. Rick could take his pick like usual, but all he could think of was the woman with two names. None of these women could compare to her. Her passionate words of anger,her sadness and regret of her past. She was different. Rick loved that more than anything, a women with fire in her eyes and an appreciation for her soul. The woman with two names had that and more. Rick knocked back two vodka and cokes before a woman approached him. He loved the sport but didn't crave the game. Any other night he would have played up his life as painter and finding the beauty in her,saying whatever he had to in order to take one or two sometimes three home just to satisfy his creative appetite. But tonight was different, he wanted her and only her. Rick denied seven pretty girls and drank five different drinks, then made his way home.
In front of his apartment there was a note, "I'm sorry Rick Stevens,I would love to be your subject call me to discuss a price. -Lolita" her number was on the back with a time to call her....
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