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Art School Gangbang

By Polera North

Copyright 2012 Polera North

Smashwords Edition



“Buncha cocksuckers.”

The insult was audible to the students in the classroom above the muffled conversation going on in the adjacent office. Shannon strained to hear any shred of the discussion she could, giving hardly any attention to her painting. Ewan Wells, teacher of this particular Life Painting II class and Chairman of the Classical Arts department of the school was once again grumbling to his assistant about the school board taking more and more funds and resources away from his department and diverting to the Digital Mediums department. His department was dying a slow, withering death. The most recent blow dealt by the school board was finding out the their art exhibitions had just lost it's catering budget. The Interactive Entertainment curriculum needed new development consoles, each one carrying a hefty licensing fee in addition to the cost of the hardware.

Shannon could see how the fights with the board had been affecting Ewan in everything, the way he looked, the way he instructed class, how he interacted with students, how much he smoked compared to when Shannon was a freshman. It pained her to see the man being continually worn down from fight after fight for every scrap of the money and resources his shrinking department had. Ewan, he refused to be called 'Mr. Wells' by his students, had changed her life, given her the tools and environment to express herself in ways she'd only dreamed of in her hometown. Through this expression, in 3 years she'd shaken off the years of repression placed on her by her parents, her small town friends, and her old fashioned high school teachers.

Shannon had always taken a more impressionistic method to her art and Ewan encouraged this where other people in her life questioned or ridiculed her. “I don't get it, this looks weird.” her friends would say “You're not painting the fruit accurately, they are not rotting, nor are they covered in chains.” her teachers would say. “When are you gonna paint a real picture?” Her parents would say. Ewan, on the other hand would say “The bowl would contrast better if you used more orange with your ochre, and what about making the tablecloth very clean and untainted?”

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