1. A Portrait Of A Lady


    Date: 8/31/2015, Categories: Interracial, Author: Green_Man, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    "Lorenzo. So good to see you. I was wondering when you would be so good as to call." I am Lorenzo. I am an artist. I am Hispanic and my family have lived here in California for longer than any Anglos present here today. Only the Native Americans have been here longer. I am proud of my heritage. It had been a year's time since I painted Lady Gwen portrait. Always since then I had wished to come by her brothel and observe my work in its permanent home. My work is shown in many homes and salons here in San Francisco. But I was proud of the nude portrait I had painted from life for Gwendolyn. I had been invited by the Lady. However, I had been rather busy. And to be truthful I did not know how seeing her again would affect me. She had been rather overpowering to say the least. But I went with a certain amount of anticipation. Her brothel was in Chinatown. I knew she was Asian. I didn't know much more about her. Rumors were cheap. "Gwendolyn. You're more beautiful than ever. I hope I'm not intruding. I wished to see my work, if that were possible." "Of course. Of course." She rang a bell. The same large gentleman who had ushered me in reappeared. "Roscoe, please show Lorenzo to the library. Stay with him. When he's finished please escort him back here to me. Thank you dear." I started to leave. "I will see you soon. Yes, Lorenzo? You don't wish to leave after your little viewing, do you?" "Nothing would please me more than to visit with you, if I may. Thank you, Gwendolyn." In the ...
    library I saw the painting before anything else. It was hanging above a fireplace. It was just as charming as when I had last seen it; when I completed it in my studio. I am not egotistical, just certain of my own talent. I had done a fine job on this nude portrait of Lady Gwen. I took my time browsing around the library. There were two couples there. An older white man with a young black girl with wild hair. On the other side of the room was a tall Anglo woman with long blond hair, with a stocky black man. This was a brothel, so one assumed these were clients and their escorts for the afternoon. On the bookshelves I noticed that most of the books were either erotica or volumes of history. The latter seemed to be books covering Asia, and more specifically the area called Southeast Asia. Many studies of China, Vietnam, Laos, Cambodia and Thailand. I didn't look at them all, but they aroused my interest. There seemed to be quite a few covering a certain ethnic group. I had not been too aware of the Vietnam War when growing up. I was too young. But I had uncles who had fought there. Rather unwillingly to a great extent. The draft had been in effect and if you were poor and were not in school your draft number would come up and you would be sent to serve your country. It was a chapter in our national history that many forgot. "Let's go back to the Lady if you please Roscoe." He took me back to her office just down the hall on the main floor. After knocking and getting her assent ...
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