An Erotic Art Exhibition

James felt the scenery around him change in an instant. He knew he was out in public now, fully naked and erect and unable to do anything about it. His only means of guessing where he was from what he could see and hear. He was staring across, from the deep squat he had been pushed down into, at the lower part of a statue of a woman who was standing with her legs wide apart and with her stone fingers touching her vulva. From between her legs James could just about make out some of the writing on a poster on a far wall. He was pretty sure he was in some kind of exhibition of erotic art.

James felt an initial, surprising wave of relief that at least he was one of the few places he wouldn't stand out like a sore thumb which was quickly overtaken by a sense of outrage that Rebecca and his mystery admirer had transformed him into pornography. He could hear voices approaching, one male one female, stopping and commenting on each piece of art as they approached him. Soon it would be James' turn to be critiqued.

Before long the pair were stood in front of him. The stopped, stood in place. All James could tell from his vantage point was that the woman was fairly young, with long shapely legs and a red skirt while the man was smartly dressed in what James imagined was a casual suit.

"Well, this is certainly a bold piece" the man began "What do you think, Sarah?"