by Silke Ming
“Open your legs a bit,” she heard him say to the naked young woman. “Just slightly.”
His concentration was once again on the easel in front of him. He stared at the young woman’s body, mixed some colors on his palette, and kept on painting. No one spoke, but the girl’s eyes followed Summer wherever she went.
“The nipples just aren’t right,” he suddenly said. “What do you think Summer?”
She preferred not to be involved, but she joined him in front of the easel. He moved away and stood in front of Rachel. He tugged on her nipples a few times, dabbed at the painting and stepped back.
“Yes, that’s it. That’s better, isn’t it?”
“Yes, it looks perfect,” she said, returning to her work.
The young girl was absolutely miffed. She couldn’t believe that Seamus was treating her in such an offhanded manner. There was silence in the studio as each one concentrated on his or her work. After a while, Rachel finally spoke.
“Seamus, are we going out to lunch after this like we usually do?”
“Sorry, Rachel. I’ve got a lot of work to do today.”
She seemed disappointed, and Summer could see the hurt as she patiently continued to hold her pose. The sitting over, she hovered behind him, staring at the painting.
“Summer will give you a check,” he said to her.
Summer was surprised. She didn’t know she was authorised to write and sign checks on his behalf. He pointed to the desk drawer where she found the checks.
“How much?”
“One hundred,” he said curtly.
It was obvious Rachel was disappointed, but she took the check, said a hasty good-bye, and disappeared out the door.
“Why did you treat her that way?” Summer asked. “You humiliated her.”
“I treated her the same way I always do.”
“You know she adores you. You could’ve been a little kinder.”
“Are you saying I should encourage her in her childish fantasies?” he asked, turning around to stare at her.
“That’s not what I said. I think she was very hurt.”
“Then I won’t have to worry about her wanting to jump into my bed anymore.”
Summer decided she would end the discussion.
Chapter Seven
The failure to recognise the talent of Seamus Balsam earlier that day was due to the presence of Rachel, who for some reason had taken an instant dislike to her. Summer stared at some of the finest paintings she had ever seen. They were lined up along the floor and hanging on the walls. His range was phenomenal. He could paint just about anything.
“What do you think?” he asked as he noticed her staring at the works of ar.
“You are very good,” she said. “You are a great artist.”
“I know,” he said, totally unaware of his arrogance.
She smiled and sat down at the computer.
“What should I call this one?” he asked, staring at the nude painting of Rachel.
“Let me think,” she replied.
He continued to dab bits of paint here and there, then stepped back and stared at it.
“Ohne Ausdruck!” she said.
“What does that mean?”
“It’s German. It means ‘without expression.’”
“I like that. Maybe we’ll call it…what was that?”
“Ohne Ausdruck!”
“You never told me that you speak German.”
“Well, I must keep a few secrets,” she said with a smile.
“So what do I say when I want to take you to bed?”
“I don’t remember,” she replied.
“I didn’t make a mistake when I hired you. You are a quite a woman.”
“Does that mean you’re impressed by my suggestion?”
He smiled.
“I need a break. Do you mind if I take a break?” she asked.
“Before the week is over, I would like you to write a three-sentence description of each of the paintings you are cataloguing and give it to me when you’re through,” he said. “You said you have a bachelor’s degree in art, didn’t you?”
“Yes I did. Why do you ask?”
“Just wondering if you can handle it,” he said. “Are we having dinner together tonight?”
“Of course I can handle it. I’ll get to it as soon as possible.”
“And dinner?” he asked.
“Why don’t I drive up to Port Collier and buy something?” she asked.
“I have a better idea,” he said. “Why don’t we go out for dinner?”
“It’s up to you.”
“Italian?” he asked.
“Sounds good to me.”
“We should leave here by seven. It’s a very small restaurant with only five tables, but good food and a great wine selection.”
* * * *
Just when she thought they had seen the last of Lana Podesta, a convertible came slowly up the driveway, the occupant’s blonde hair blowing in the wind.
“You’ve got a visitor,” she said, looking down on the driveway.
“Who is it?”
“Mrs. Podesta.”
“What is she doing here?”
“I have no idea. Should I go down and let her in?”
“No. I’ll go,” he said, seemingly annoyed.
Before she had a chance to ring the bell, he opened the entrance door and closed it behind him. He walked over to the car and leaned over her before she could step out.
“This is not a very friendly greeting, Seamus. Aren’t you going to invite me inside?”
“Not today, Lana. You know how busy I am. I have a lot of preparations for the upcoming exhibition.”
“You’re ignoring me, Seamus,” she said, gazing into his eyes. “You haven’t called me once in the last few weeks. You know that my body is addicted to you and I am suffering from withdrawal symptoms.”
“Don’t be so dramatic, Lana.”
“Touch me,” she said, dragging his hand down between her legs.
“Where is Fred?”
“You know it’s not the same, Seamus. Let me come in. I am suffering. I miss you so much.”
“I can’t, Lana. Not today.”
“Then when can I come by?” she asked, pretending to be at the breaking point.
“I’ll call and let you know,” he said, trying to get rid of her.
“Promise?”
“Yes, Lana, I promise.”
“Kiss me, Seamus. Just one kiss!” she said, pleading with him.
He leaned over and kissed her fully on the lips, and she clung to his neck.
“Good-bye, Lana. I’ll call you.”
She stared at him, not believing he had just rejected her. He opened the entrance door and closed it, leaving her sitting there. Summer was about to leave when he stopped her at the door.
“She is still out there.”
Summer put her back to the door and waited. They heard the roar of the engine as she quickly drove away.
“How soon will you be back?” he asked, his arms sprawled across the door, imprisoning her.
“What time are we going to dinner?”
He looked at his watch and said they should be leaving in about two hours.
“See you back here soon.”
* * * *
“You look delicious,” he said as she came out of her room dressed in a black, tight-fitting blouse, a pair of black trousers, and a pair of green high heels that said, take me.
“So do you,” she replied.
Twenty minutes later, they were seated at a corner table in an Italian restaurant, sipping glasses of Chianti wine and flirting with each other. The waiter made recommendations for the meal but left the menus behind.
“Have you decided?” he asked, laying his hand on hers.
“I’ll have a warm Arugula salad, tossed with wild mushrooms,” she said, perusing the menu.
“Good choice. I want you wild tonight,” he replied, his knee rubbing against hers.
“Then I’ll have gnocchi with a gorgonzola sauce, and lastly the osso bucco.”
“Great choices. What about the antipasto?”
“Surprise me,” she replied, flirting with him.
The waiter returned and Seamus placed the order, all in the Italian. Summer could only stare at him, totally impressed. He was a man with many hidden talents.
“Why are you staring at me?”
“I didn’t know you spoke Italian.”
“Just like you, I have my secrets,” he replied, covering her hand with his.
The waiter brought a platter of thinly sliced meat and set it down on the table. She had no idea what it was. Her bank account had not allowed her to frequent such fine restaurants.
“This is carpaccio. Named after the famous Italian artist Vittore Carpaccio! Try it, you will enjoy it,” he said, picking up a slice on his fork and putting it to her lips.
“Very good,” she said.
Between courses, she received his full attention as he paid her compliment after compliment. He ordered another bottle of wine, and the waiter filled her glass. Realising he had had enough, she drank it alone, getting tipsier with each passing moment.
“How do you feel?” he asked.
She started to giggle, and he knew that she was hers for the night. The waiter left them alone to digest their meal before he returned with the dessert menu, and they continued to flirt shamelessly with each other.
“I would love this for dessert,” he said, slipping his hand under the table and fondling her between the legs.
“Not now,” she protested, her face turning bright red. “They will see us.”
“They won’t. You have not lived up to the conditions of your contract,” he said, running his hand along her waistline.
“What are you talking about?” she asked innocently.
“You are wearing underwear,” he said, in a reprimanding tone.
“You can’t possibly think that I would go out to dinner without underwear?”
“It excites me when you don’t wear panties,” he said, rubbing her through the material of her trousers.
He continued to massage her clit while whispering softly in her ear.
“I know your pussy is wet. I can’t wait to kiss it all over.”
She let out a low groan.
“Let’s go,” she suddenly said, overcome by the erotic picture in her head.
And so a lovely dinner came to an abrupt end as they hurried from the restaurant and to the parked car. He pushed her against the car and fondled her between her legs, all the while his tongue deep inside her mouth.
“Get in,” he said.
She went to the passenger side and climbed in.
“Take off your slacks and underwear and give them to me,” he said in a commanding tone.
In the dimly lit parking lot, she followed his request and passed the garments to him. He put the underwear to his nose and inhaled deeply.
“Open your legs.”
Their tongues intertwined, and she could feel the wetness between her legs. He ran his hands up and down the inside of her thighs, then circled her clit until her passion knew no bounds, whereupon he inserted a finger deep inside her. He probed her insides roughly while the other hand fondled her breasts. Waves of ecstasy surged through her body, her heart raced, and the blood circled viciously through her veins. Withdrawing his fingers, he rubbed his thumb around on her clit, and inserted them again. Her body broke into spasms, and her muscles tightened around his fingers. She let out a cry of surrender. Finally she relaxed, releasing them, and he slowly removed them and put them into his mouth. She laid her head onto the back of the seat, eyes closed and breathing deeply.
“I love hearing you when you come,” he said.
“Where are my slacks?”
“You won’t need them,” he said, ignoring her request. “I want to feel and touch you on the entire drive home.”
He turned on the ignition and drove onto the main road. It was dark, lit only by the headlights of the car. One hand was on the wheel and the other on the slippery wetness between her legs.
“You’re still so moist,” he said, his fingers forming circles on her clit.
Again she moaned at the pleasure which filled her body, and reached out and rubbed the front of his jeans. His erection felt like a length of steel under her hands. She pulled his zipper down, opened his fly, and pulled his cock out. Hard, erect, and moist on the tip!
“Push the seat back,” she whispered as he continued to finger-fuck her.
He slowed the vehicle down and pushed the seat back as far as it could go. She gripped his erection and stroked it. He stretched and groaned. She lay her head onto his lap and took the moist and sturdy piece of flesh between her lips, flicking her tongue against the broad head. Then she ran it up and down the shaft until she felt his body stiffen. As she worked her way down between his legs, her tongue lingered on his tight balls. With great difficulty, she took them in her mouth, moving them around like two big marbles. Concentrating on one, she sucked and licked it and then turned to the other, sending a storm of desire pumping through his veins. She could sense the frenzied arousal as his body moved to the sensation of her tongue.
“Oh God, Summer, you’re going to kill us,” he shouted. “You can’t do this while I’m driving. It’s dangerous,” he said, his hips gyrating to the pleasure he was receiving, and almost running off the gravel road.
She did not reply, but continued to push his prick deeper and deeper into her mouth. He held her head down with one hand, while manoeuvring the vehicle with the other. She slowly released it from its depth and sucked on the head, caving her cheeks in as she pushed it back between her teeth. She playfully bit it, which sent him to another heavenly dimension. She knew he was reaching an orgasm, because his balls which were now two tight wads of flesh, had disappeared into his body. He groaned loudly and his body jerked. He came, his body stretched out on the seat and pouring every drop of precious liquid down her throat. His hand lay lovingly on her head as they continued the drive home.
“Where did you learn to do that?” he asked as her lips continued to encircle his limp head. “I’m going to bring it to life again and feed it to you.”
Even though he no longer had an erection, she continued to lick his head until he started to grow hard again. The SUV turned into the driveway of his home, and he turned off the ignition. They kissed deeply and fondled each other before climbing out. She, wearing only a blouse and high heels, and he with his pants falling below his buttocks! She wondered if he had ever shared such an intimate experience with Lana Podesta. It didn’t matter at the moment. He was all hers, at least for the night.
“I love the view,” he said as he walked behind her, cupping her naked cheeks.
Chapter Eight
Early the following morning, the house phone rang twice and suddenly stopped. Seamus was in the studio, so she presumed he had picked it up, and she went about restoring order in the home before going up to the third level to resume her work there.
“How are you?” he asked, looking down at her.
“Quite well, considering.”
“Considering what?” he asked, staring at her.
“Weren’t we together last night?” she asked, laughing.
“I can’t remember,” he said, tapping his hand on his desk.
“You’re silly.”
“How do you think I can forget about last night? That is a night that will be etched in my memory forever,” he said, recalling the euphoria that had swept through his body.
“Don’t tell me no one has ever done that to you,” she said.
“I want you to do it again. That was one of the most pleasurable things I have ever experienced, and it was also a little kinky. I loved it.”
“Did you?” she asked.
“I just love your little surprises. Are there any more I would enjoy?”
“Just wait and see,” she said with a smile. “I must st
art my work now. You said you wanted everything done before the end of the week.”
“That’s true. And by the way, I’m expecting a visitor this evening.”
“Should I prepare something for the visitor?” she asked, hoping he would divulge the name of the visitor.
“That won’t be necessary. It is a business meeting.”
“I’ll be in my room if you need me,” she said.
“Don’t you want to know who the visitor is?”
“Only if you want to tell me,” she replied.
“Fred Podesta is coming around seven this evening. We’ve got some business to discuss regarding the exhibition in New York City.”
“Should I set out a bottle of wine?”
“That won’t be necessary. We usually go to the studio, that way he can see the exhibits that will be on view.”
After a long day of endless numbering and art descriptions, Summer was tired but decided to go out for a breath of fresh air. It was a warm day, so she removed her shoes and started walking. She continued walking, and before she realized it, she was on the far end of the totally deserted beach. The tide had gone out and shore birds like stilts, plovers, and oyster catchers were feasting on the shellfish left behind by the receding tide. Hermit crabs scrambled for cover when she approached and bent to collect pieces of driftwood and clam shells.
It was six thirty and the evening sun was still high in the sky. It was what one could call a perfect summer’s afternoon. She had not eaten since early that morning, and her stomach kept growling like an angry lion. Not wanting to interrupt Seamus and his visitor, she decided to drive up to Port Collier where they had dined two nights previously. She returned to the house and noticed that the visitor had not yet arrived, but then it was not yet seven. She opened the door and called out to Seamus.
“Can I bring you anything? I’m going up to Port Collier.”
“Yes, bring me a big, juicy hamburger.”
“I won’t be back right away, because I’ll go to see a movie while I’m there.”
