Sunday breakfast was later than usual. Everyone seemed to have trouble getting out of bed. People kept wandering from the cushion corner to look at something on the wall.
Finally, Mary and Alex settled down to work on the statistics exam. The rest of us went back to sit on the bed.
“Will, this is wonderful stuff.”
“Seems to have achieved my goal of being exciting, anyway.”
Anne giggled. “I´ll say. Look at you. And you´re the artist.”
“Hey, I do it because I enjoy it. Turns me on big time.”
“That´s just as obvious from the work as it is from the state of your cock,” said Saul. “Will, here´s what I want to do. I think your stuff is great enough that you can sell it for good money. You aren´t sure. How about I send some of these drawings to people I know who can give you an objective opinion?”
“Well, I don´t have a problem with that. But, suppose, just suppose they say it´s saleable. What have you got in mind?”
Anne said, “We want to organize and market your work and other artwork like it. We want to sell it to a wide market of collectors and... and... uh, horny people.”
“We do?” said Saul. “I thought you said...”
“Shut up, Saul.”
But Saul continued, “Well, I want to send some of your horses and some of your erotic drawings to my dad. He´ll tell us what he thinks. And I also want to send some of the erotic and some of the explicit drawings to a couple of people I know who deal in erotica. Maybe half a dozen to Dad, and two or three each to the others.”
Tom spoke up. “Saul, can I suggest something? Let´s call the anonymous drawings ‘Erotics,´ the ones of boobs and balls ‘Explicits.´ Then we have the horses and the nudes.”
“Okay, at least we´ll know what we´re referring to. Okay with you, Will?”
“Sure.”
“What about my sending them to Dad and the others?”
“I´ve got nothing to lose in any of this. What´s interesting me is what Anne´s cooking up over there. You´re looking at finding out how good my stuff is. She´s got something else in mind.”
“Will, I do have some ideas, but they all depend on whether Saul´s dad thinks what you do is marketable, and on what you want to do if they are. Let me hold back on some of that. No point in getting all worked up about nothing.”
“Okay. But you sound as though you´re looking to make a business out of selling my work. What´s in it for me?”
Saul said, “I think we´d form a company of some kind. You´d provide it with your work, we might buy additional stuff. The company would market the products to the appropriate audiences – horse lovers, love lovers, collectors of erotica of all kinds, and some to a general market.
“You mean the Nudes.”
“Yes.”
Anne said, “It occurred to me, when I was posing, that we could get a start by selling the best of the figure studies the students do of Mary and me. Sell them cheap here on campus for decorations. It could bring in a little operating income.
“But there´s something else I want to propose. I think we can all be involved if we want to. Mary knows horses, she´s a natural for finding new customers for that line.”
“She helps me, too. She knows a lot more about the anatomy of a horse than I do.”
“That´ll pass. But she´s important. Also as a model. And if this works, I´ll bet we find roles for Tom and Alex, too. And not just as models for the Erotics and Explicits.”
“I think we have to keep from getting ahead of the game, though,” Saul said. “Let´s decide what we are going to send and to whom.”
Each of them selected a list of drawings for Saul´s father and for two dealers. They compared the lists, noted the common selections, made some changes. Then they interrupted Mary and Alex and got their selections.
There was the wonderful pastel study of Zulu, another of The Bay. The Erotics included a set of three, for Saul´s dad, that showed a progression of the act of love that was unmistakable, but true to form: anonymous, non-explicit. The Explicits were a selection of totally sexy close-ups, typical of Will´s new genre.
“Aren´t you going to send any of the Nudes?” Alex asked.
“I wasn´t going to, because that´s the kind of thing you´d expect a young artist to do. I wanted to get their attention with something different,” Saul explained.
“Well, look at this one of Mary. It´s not quite an Erotic, as we call them, because she´s recognizable. But it looks to me a hell of a lot more than just your normal nude. And same for this one of Anne. To me, those are really special.”
Mary said, “Saul, is one of the reasons you aren´t sending nudes that you don´t want your dad to think these are your girlfriends?”
“Well, I guess so, a little. More like my mother. I just felt a little funny about it.”
“They don´t know either of us, never seen us. And it´s Will´s work. I agree with Alex. Send those two to your dad. Or, to a dealer. Worst thing that can happen is he thinks they´re no good. Then maybe I can get Will to give them to me. I love them.” Mary hugged Will´s shoulders.
“Okay. What the hell. My mom knows I go out with schicksas anyway. I´ve learned how to play innocent.”
“Innocent. That´s a musical instrument. You play it, and no one believes it.” Anne gibed. Saul growled and gave her a bear hug. Anne just laughed and reached for his rigid cock.