Cave : Wank Wednesday

Another except from my current work in progress, which is called Performance, all about a group of dancers, they say write what you know, well I used to be a dancer, but I promise you it was never like this!

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In the restaurant the Carl ordered a spread of finger foods that he knew would appeal to Elissa’s appetite and help maintain the intimacy of their discussion.  He kept the conversation carefully balanced, answering her questions as often as she answered his, the kind of small talk that nudged gently at the edge of personal revelation, creating intimacy and trust, a sense of knowing each other without having to risk oneself.  His was a tacticexpertly designed to delay the rebuilding of the wall of everyday after the physical exposure of the rehearsal room.

“Why dance?  Why not something else?”

“Because it was what I could do, it is where I feel most like me.  In class, in rehearsal, on stage, wherever.  Nothing else exists in those spaces, nothing else matters.  Your life can be going to hell in a hand-basket and it doesn’t matter, all that matters is the dance and your place in it.”

“And is it?”

“What?”

“Your life, going to hell in a hand-basket?”

“Mine? No.  Is yours?”

“Well it’s far from perfect but for the time being I’m happy enough, though I’m sure there’s still time for me to fuck it up again.  What about you? Is it all the dance or do you have a social life, boyfriend, girlfriend, string of countless lovers?”

Elissa laughed, blushing slightly and concentrating on her food for a moment longer than necessary.

“Yes, mostly the dance, boyfriends, well I’ve had my moments, but no, no-one special at present.  It is difficult when they aren’t dancers for them to understand and its just as difficult when they are dancers.  Men!”

“But you like sex right?”

Elissa’s eyes widened as she held her glass of wine.

“Glad you didn’t ask that while I was drinking, I might have choked.  Yes I like sex.  Who doesn’t?”

Carl shrugged and shook his head in mock seriousness,

“Beats me!”

Elissa laughed again,

“So what is this “Performance” piece about?  You’re being very mysterious and none of us can work it out.”

“Sex.”

“What you mean like relationships and stuff?”

“No, I mean like sex, it is all about having sex.”

“Good grief Carl, you’re serious aren’t you?”

“Yes.  The way I see it we spend our lives working, talking, eating, drinking doing whatever and all it is really is a preamble to sex.  Every piece of art, music, dance, every piece in a newspaper, or programme on the TV, everything comes down to sex.  We spend our lives thinking about it, but we’re essentially confused and hiding from it.  I want to put it in the open, put it in a performance.”

“Carl, will you expect us to have sex on stage?”

“Maybe, kind of, well I hope so, but if you don’t want to then it won’t happen.  But I hope, really hope that you will.  No-one will have to do anything they don’t want to.”

“So it is porn, a live sex show?”

“No, not really, I’m hoping that it will be different, more intimate than porn, make the audience think about themselves, question themselves and their deepest fears and needs.”

“I’m going to need to think about this for a while.”

Elissa fell silent, fiddling with her food and as Carl watched her he wondered if he had miscalculated his revelation.  After a few minutes of what was obviously an internal dialogue, Elissa cleared her throat and looked Carl in the eye.

“Right, I’ve thought about this and here’s the deal.  Tomorrow, in rehearsal you have to tell the other dancers what you told me tonight.  Then we’ll all see what’s what.  Okay?”

“Okay.  Thanks Elissa.”

Carl raised his glass to hers, an invitation to some kind of truce.

“Cheer’s Carl, here’s to you and your crazy imagination.”

“Here’s to you Elissa and you’re bravery.”

“So Carl, based on what you’ve just told me about your views on sex, is this a preamble to sex?  Are you courting me, hoping to bed me?  Is this,” Elissa gestured the restaurant around them, “all some grand design to get to fuck me?”

“Yes Elissa it is.  But don’t take it personally, that’s just how life works, we’re all cogs in the large machine of fuck.  Every single industry you can think of is based on the basest of all equations – one plus one equalls sex.”

“Gee, you really do know how to talk to a girl.  So show me.”

“Pardon?”

“Show me Carl, lets cut the crap, take me back to your place and show me.  Show me sex uncovered.  Reveal to me our base natures, take me back to the stone shelter of cave men and women, take me back in time and show me sex before we built a world on it.”

Elissa was already standing, signalling for the bill, Carl paused, shifted in his seat to rearrange the emerging hard on he had for this woman and, leaving a wad of cash on the table, he grabbed her hand and dragged her from the restaurant.

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You can read all the other entries for Cave, this week’s Wank Wednesday erotic writing challenge on the Word Ejaculation site.

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