Always Faithful - Chapter Twenty-Four - Sex Stories

Always Faithful - Chapter Twenty-Four

... that is controversial, but might be suitable for your office collection. “Are you sure about the office collection? It can’t be too out there.” “Trust me.” “I’m also thinking about her doing our portrait, either for your gallery or for me to have.” “You said yesterday that Portrait should do ours.” “She is just a thought, a possibility. I want to see how the two of you mix tonight.” Both abandoned conversation for their food, drink and private thoughts. “Mrs. Patron and her friend will be at the opening tonight; they will be all over you. You look hot tonight, and you look like what you are, a successful collector.” “You don’t look to shabby yourself. Basic black is almost a new fashion statement when you wear it. That dress hugs your figure perfectly, and even though I know the invitation isn’t for me, your cleavage does look inviting.” Dan received a kiss that started on his right cheek and migrated to lips before Artsy pulled away. “Don’t ever try to guess who a woman is dressing for; you should know that by now.” They finished their meal and left for the opening at the gallery. Dan tried to approach this show as any other casual viewer might. He filled his first glass of wine and made a quick tour of the walls and other exhibits. Mingling time was dominated by two artists and another gallery owner who were touting work they had an interest in. In some ways, this is just like going to the country club and not being able to get in a round of golf . Artsy approached with a ...

... woman in hand, a thin, almost delicate, woman wearing ripped jeans. “Dan this is LF, the artist I wanted you to meet. Get her a glass of wine and then let her take you around to review the new things we are showing tonight. Listen to her carefully then you can talk about whatever. I have to get back to work.” Dan wondered about Artsy’s direct introduction that was a bit apart from normal style, greeted the woman formally, and followed his friend’s instructions to the letter. For more than thirty minutes, Dan escorted the woman around the gallery. They stopped at every work, and Dan listened as she discussed each. Dan realized he was in a graduate seminar for one: Art History 513, Interpreting Details of Artistic Expression. “Have I overwhelmed or bored you?” “Not at all; I would like to go around once more, but without the crowd, and be able to ask questions.” The woman stared at Dan; her stare was discomforting without words, but Dan simply returned it without fidgeting. “Get more wine, Artsy wants us to talk.” They adjourned to a quiet corner in the work spaces of the gallery for what turned out to be a grilling conversation. Dan tried to lead off. “Artsy told me a little bit about you, why don’t you tell me the rest?” “Artsy told me a little bit about you too; I’ll find out if I want to know the rest. It rarely takes long with men. You have two private galleries; tell me why you started the one where you work?” “I got tired of stupid prints after Artsy introduced me to a ...