Pt 3

Ten days later, Mrs Lomax arrived back at Polkan’s office, this time with her three children in tow. He welcomed them in as warmly as he had before and invited them all to sit while he gathered together the necessary paperwork. While they were waiting, Mel, the secretary, provided them with drinks – Cokes for the young potential models and a latte for their mother.

“So!” Polkan sat down at his desk, facing the four visitors who sat opposite sipping their drinks. Mrs Lomax was sitting primly, looking smugly confident. The older boy and girl seemed a little nervous, slightly on edge, but their younger sister grinned brightly, excited by the outing and the prospect of the kind of fame modelling for one of Polkan’s statues would bring. She was also rather excited by the idea of being immortalised naked so that art-lovers and the curious for generations to come would be able to admire her cute young body. Of the three of them, she had been the most eager to strip off for the requested photos while her older siblings had treated it as a necessary inconvenience to be endured.

“Thank you so much for being here.” He smiled at the three potential models. “I understand that you are keen on the idea of collaborating with me on a new work for my garden, here?”

“That’s right. They’re very keen!” Mrs Lomax replied on their behalf. Polkan put up a finger to silence her and smiled apologetically at the youngsters.

“Are you familiar with the way I create my art?” He asked.

“Yes, they are.” Their mother supplied with obvious enthusiasm. “I told them all about everything you showed me.”

“I am very grateful of course, dear lady.” Polkan turned to her with a somewhat forced smile. “And I appreciate your excitement. But I must ask you to refrain from answering on your children’s behalf. It is they, after all, who will have to endure the inconveniences of the process and I need to hear, from their own mouths, that they are both aware and willing. After all, a model who panics or tries to back out at the very last moment can utterly ruin a composition, wasting not only the materials used to create it but the chance of the other models in the work to receive their due.”

It was obvious that Mrs Lomax bristled a little at being spoken to this way but she could not deny the logic of what he said. She gave a curt little nod and, rather archly, mimed zipping her mouth closed.

“Thank you.” Polkan smiled. “So,” he turned back to the children, “are you familiar with the process by which my works are created and willing to participate?” They all briefly said that they were. “And you understand that you will not survive the process but that your forms will be immortalised in bronze?” The youngest girl nodded enthusiastically. The other two glanced at each other, slightly more reticent, but confirmed that they understood and would be willing participants.

“Well then, if everyone could sign these contracts, confirming what we have just discussed?” Polkan handed out clipboards with attached pens, each one with a three-page contract mounted on it with a space to sign at the bottom of each page. “Once these are signed,” he turned to Mrs Lomax, “you can be on your way. I have facilities to accommodate the subjects until we are ready to create the work, then you can come back and view the finished composition once it goes on public display.”

Once the forms were all signed and handed back, final hugs and kisses were exchanged between Polkan’s three new subjects and their mother. The only one who showed much enthusiasm was the youngest, the older two seeming like they couldn’t wait for her to leave!

“I take it this was far more your mother’s idea than your own?” Polkan chuckled, sitting back down once he had seen Mrs Lomax out.

“You could say that, yeah!” The boy, who’s name was Sam, rolled his eyes. “But don’t worry, we’re up for it, especially if it means getting away from Mother-of-the-Year!”

“You have no idea how hard she pushes us!” His sister, twelve year old Natalie agreed. “It’s like she didn’t do enough with her life so wants to do great things for her! Pretty sure she only wants us to do this so she can brag to her friends and have them all compliment her on how beautiful we are!”

“She’s nice sometimes,” the youngest sibling, eight year old Evie chipped in, “but she can be really mean too! She says everything is for us but we know it’s all for her so people will tell her what a great mum she is!” Polkan couldn’t help but smile. He has been nervous about suggesting the idea he had to the youngsters, seeing as how it was somewhat racier and less genteel than the sculptures he had created up until now, but something told him now that they would be keen if only because they would know their mother would hate it!

“Here’s what I have in mind.” He took a folder out of his desk and handed over three photocopies of the sketch he had made the evening after first seeing their photographs. “I feel it has genuine artistic merit and that it will prove popular with the public but I suspect your mother will be less keen to show it off. Perhaps you could consider it a final prank against her? A chance for you three to get the last word, so to speak?”

“Woah!” Sam’s eyes went wide as he viewed the intended composition. Natalie made intrigued noises, turning it to various different angles to get a better idea of what she was looking at. Young Evie simply giggled and put her hand to her mouth.

“What do you think?” Polkan asked.

“She is really gonna hate that!” Natalie laughed. “She’ll sure your ass from here to next Tuesday!”

“She is welcome to try!” laughed Polkan. “She has signed the contract which clearly stipulates that she has no say, either before or after the creation of the pieces, as to its composition and has no rights what so ever regarding the display, photographing, replication or publicity of the piece or any associated products or images. In short,” he leaned back in his chair, “you no longer belong to her and she has no legal recourse.”

“I kinda wish I could see her face!” Sam laughed, handing the paper back to the artist. “So when are we going to do this? Today?”

“Oh no.” Polkan chuckled, “But good to hear that you’re keen! No, you have the rest of the day here to relax in the private facilities. We have a gym, a pool and even a small cinema if there’s a last movie or two you wanted to see. Tomorrow I’ll show you around the studio and run through the composition with you, give you a chance to practice getting into position and holding the pose, that sort of thing. Then the day after, in the morning, we’ll make a start! How does that sound?”

“Wow, time to just do what we want?” Natalie exclaimed. “I thought you didn’t go to Heaven until after you died?” She gave a little chuckle to show that she meant the comment light-heartedly but Polkan could tell there was an element of truth in her words.

“There’s just one thing.” He leant towards the older siblings. “You can see from the design that the composition requires a certain degree of intimacy between the two of you? I don’t know how you feel about that? If you would be comfortable…”

“You’re asking if I’ve ever sucked Sam’s cock before?” Natalie laughed, causing her brother to blush a deep crimson. “Well duh! Who else am I going to practice on? My dad?” She pulled a disgusted face. “I know some of the girls at school suck the teachers but that’s just… eww!” She pantomimed an over-the-top shudder.

“Okay!” Polkan laughed, “So I take it this won’t be a problem for you two?”

“I’m not going to have to suck anyone’s cock am I?” Evie asked with a slight look of horror on her face. “That’s so gross, I don’t know how you do that sort of thing!” She turned to her sister. “You know boys pee out of those, right?”

“Don’t worry!” Polkan assured her. “The object I have you holding in my design is a kind of adult toy, known as a dildo. Have you heard of those before?”

“Oh yeah!” Evie laughed. “Mum has like three of those. She says they keep her company since Daddy left her!”

“That sounds about right!” chuckled Polkan. “Usually they’re made from plastic but I’ve asked for a wooden one to be made for you to hold. That way it should burn up far more easily and won’t leave the residue a plastic one might.

“That’s okay then.” Evie smiled, relaxing. “As long as I don’t have to stick anything in my mouth that someone else pees out of!”

“Well that’s all settled then!” The artist smiled. “If you follow me, I’ll take you to your home for the next couple of days. Oh, just one more thing,” he added as his new models stood up, ready to follow him, “Mel,” he pressed the intercom, “could you bring the box in, please?” The young secretary came in with a large cardboard box with Mrs Lomax’s address already written on the side. “I’m going to have to ask you to take you clothes off and leave them here.” He explained, “We will send them back to your mum. There are towels and robes in your room if you want them for after a swim or something like that but I don’t suppose you will as we keep it nice and warm in there. Otherwise, from now on, you have no need for clothes.”