Peepshow was the new art show that Rabekkah was working on. The theme was pseudo-peepshow, and the dress for the show for the gallery aides like her instead of black was red. There were red curtains everywhere, reminiscent of Christo and Jeanne-Claude’s The Gates in Central Park years ago.
But there was nothing sexual in this show. It was the theme of anticipation and voyeurism that was rampant. Aida Moravia was the artist, and she was infamous for her mind fuck art. She liked to mess with her audience. It was not infrequent that Rabekkah would be wandering around the gallery, and she would see Aida fucking with her and appearing where she was not supposed to.
The night of the show, the gallery assistants were encouraged to participate in the show and wander around. Rabekkah enjoyed shows that she was required to participate in. She wore a body-fitting red dress that showed off all of her curves but showed nothing of her. She was pleased about the red platform stilettos she found to match the exact shade of red of her dress which matched the curtains.
She smiled when she walked into people, but the smile left her face when she bumped into Alessandra.
Alessandra smiled in opposition to her and grinned.
“Are you going to go in the opposite direction?” Alessandra laughed, and Rabekkah felt her face burn. She could not accuse her of stalking her at her job. Alessandra was invited to all of the shows at the gallery. Especially as an artist in residence there and with her show having happened just months before. But it still felt like that. Rabekkah had not wanted to see her again. She was ashamed of what had happened between them, not of what they did or what she felt but that she had not been herself. Putting her job at risk and her emotional well-being for a woman who she wanted so desperately at that moment? She never wanted to feel that vulnerable again with someone. But with Alessandra staring at her like she wasn’t wearing anything and licking her lips. Rabekkah felt that desire she could not seem to suppress surge up from the center of her body as she unconsciously licked her own lips.
“No, I am at work,” Rabekkah said coyly, closed the curtain, and walked away.
“Rabekkah?” She recognized Aida’s voice and walked toward her. “Good, have you seen Alessandra Wagnall? She is a special guest tonight; please let me know when she is here?”
“Aida?” Rabekkah turned around at the sound of Alessandra’s voice.
The two women hugged for a long time, and Rabekkah wondered if something was going on between them.
“Please take extra good care of Alessa,” Aida said with her arms around Alessandra. “Alessa, what do you want?”
Alessandra stared at Rabekkah with a smile.
“Get Alessa some champagne, please Rabekkah?” Aida asked her, and Rabekkah walked away, took a deep breath and prayed to get through the night.
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I love these new story lines of yours 🙂
~ Marie xox