Steamy Sisters (10 page)

“You serious?”

“Absolutely.”

“Well. How did he get caught?”

“Someone discovered the room, and the two victims, in the cellar, and made an anonymous call to the Sheriff’s office.”

“That was lucky for them. They going to be okay?”

“They’ll recover.”

“You taken a statement from them yet?”

“They’re in hospital, but I had a brief talk with one of them.”

“What did he say?”

“Didn’t make much sense. He wasn’t exactly lucid. Said an angel came to his rescue. An angel in black.”

“Huh?”

“Yeah. I don’t know what he was going on about either. The doctor said he’d probably been hallucinating.”

“An angel in black? Sounds kinda weird.”

“Yeah. It’s been a strange night,” said Caleb. “Any chance we can continue where we left off a couple of nights ago?”

“Need to relax do you?”

“Big time.”

“Want this angel to stroke you to sleep?”

“I like the sound of that.”

“Being stroked?”

“Makes me think of cats. Pussies.”

“Pussy, huh.”

“Uh-huh. You gonna wear that catsuit for me.”

“Nah. Threw it away. You were right, it was a bit tight for working out.”

“You thrown it away for good?”

“Yeah. It’s already gone.””

“For the best, I guess.”

“Why’s that?” asked Jessica, not sure what Caleb was getting at.

“I prefer you without it.”

“Naked, you mean?”

“Exactly.”

“We better head up to bed then.”

“I guess we better had,” said Caleb, taking hold of Jessica’s hand and leading her up the stairs.

Erotic Gallery

Chapter One

Emily Chase carried two take-out coffees with her as she made her way back to work. The morning sun warmed her skin as she walked through the neat square of shops that made up the exclusive little off-street mall where her Gallery was located. Making a quick beeline for the door, she was almost beaten to it by a tall guy in jeans and a t-shirt. He noticed her at the last second, “After you.”

“No, you first. Go on.”

“You sure?”

“I’m sure.”

He smiled and entered into the cool interior of the art gallery.

Emily followed him in, gave a coffee to her assistant, Katarina, who was sitting behind a desk, and took a sip from her own cup.

The two women chatted about the night before whilst casually watching the first customer of the day as he looked at the paintings on the walls.

“Shall I go over and see if he wants any help or advice?” said Katarina.

“No. Leave him be,” said Emily, pushing her dark hair behind her ear. “Do you recognise him?”

“No. Should I?”

“Maybe. He’s Jack Keate. Used to be a downhill racer. World champion.”

“Skier?”

“Uh-huh” replied Emily. “He was famous a few years ago. Maybe he wasn’t so well known in Europe.”

“No, I think I’ve heard of him,” said Katarina. “Skiing’s popular in Germany. I wouldn’t have recognised him though. Skiers always have their helmets on.”

“You’re right. But he was always in the news for different reasons. A bit of a playboy.”

“I bet. He’s good looking.”

“Yeah. He’s not bad. But mad, bad and dangerous to know, as they say.”

“He still looks young. Why isn’t he skiing still?”

“He had a few injuries, and there was some kind of scandal.”

“Drugs?”

“I think so. They found a trace of
 
something in his blood after a test.”

“Was he thrown off of the circuit?”

“I’m not sure. It all went kind of quiet. Then it was announced he’d retired because of injury He’d already made millions in prize money and sponsorship deals, though.”

“Does he live in Steamy Springs?”

“Don’t think so. Last I heard he was living in Switzerland,” said Emily, smoothing a crease in the grey pencil skirt she was wearing.

“Is he married?” asked Katarina, looking at Emily, a glint in her eye.

“I think he’s divorced. He married some European girl, but it didn’t work out.”

“Maybe that’s why he’s come back to the US.”

“Could be,” said Emily. “Why are you so interested?”

“No reason,” said Katarina. “Just curious.”

“Why don’t you go over and talk to him. If he’s been living in Switzerland, he’ll probably speak German.”

“I don’t understand Swiss German so well. It’s different from German German.”

“So just speak to him in English, then.”

“You go.”

“Okay. I will,” said Emily, and she put down her coffee and walked over to the far side of the Gallery, looking back at Katarina briefly, smiling and raising her eyebrows.

“Can I help you?” she asked.

“Just admiring the exhibition you’ve got on here,” said Jack Keate, “I love this art of the American West.”

“Yes, it’s wonderful isn’t it. And really collectible these days.”

“Yeah. All of these paintings for sale?”

“Not all of them. Most of them have already been sold. The exhibition’s been on for over two months now, but there’s a few still available. Would you like me to show you?”

“Sure,” said Keate, and let Emily guide him over to a small painting a few feet away.

“This is by a local Artist called Edward Philips. He’s in his eighties now, and still painting. His work is becoming really sought after.”

“I can see why. It’s a great painting.”

“Do you collect art?”

“I collect lots of things,” said Keate, looking Emily intently in the eye.
 

Emily averted her gaze, feeling that their eye contact had been held a little bit too long.

“Maybe I can show you something else?”

“How about that one over there. The Charles Marion Russell.”

“You do know your art,” said Emily, “Unfortunately, it’s not for sale. It’s just here as the centrepiece of the exhibition. It’s on loan from a collector.”

“Using it to bring in the crowds, huh?”

“Yeah. It’s a masterpiece, and it’s certainly got us a lot of publicity.”

“Who’s the owner?”

“He’s a local.”

“Must be worth a million dollars. Do you think he’d sell it?”

“No way?”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, pretty sure.”

“You know him well?”

“Pretty well.”

“I’d still like to make him an offer.”

“He won’t sell?”

“How can you be so sure.”

“Because he’s my father.”

“He’s your father?”

“That’s right.”

“Okay. Enough said.” replied Keate, “Sorry about being persistent like that. It’s just that when I see something I want I go after it. Just my competitive nature, I’m afraid.”

“That’s why you were world ski champion,” said Emily. “No need to apologise.”

Keate smiled and almost looked embarrassed at being recognised. About as embarrassed as he was ever going too look. He was as confident as they come. Sure of himself, and with a skin like buffalo hide. “You’re a naughty girl. Not saying that you recognised me.”

“We get quite a few famous people in here. They’re entitled to their privacy.”

“Well that seems to be a minority view these days. Most people have no qualms about coming over and asking for your autograph, or to have their photo taken with you.”

“I prefer to play it cool.”

“I bet you do,” said Keate. “I love girls who play it cool.”

Emily was torn between allowing herself to be chatted up by this guy, and on the other hand, wanting to escape. She gestured for Katarina to come over.
 

“You the owner of the Gallery?”

“Yes. I’m the owner,” said Emily.

“Well, I’ve got a few paintings in my collection I’d quite like you to have a look at.”

“You thinking of selling?”

“Maybe. But I’d like your opinion on them?”

“Well, I mainly deal in contemporary art. New young artists. This exhibition was a bit of a change for me. I’m not really an expert on any particular period or school of painting.”

“No problem. It’s mostly new stuff. American and European. And I’ve got a Charles Marion Russell just like you.” said Keate, “Drop by my place sometime this week and have a look.”

“You’ve got a Russell. Wow. I’d love to see it,” said Emily. “Do you live locally?”

“I live in Snowmass Village. If you don’t mind the drive.”

“I might have some time later in the week,” said Emily. “But I thought you were living in Europe.”

“Been reading the gossip magazines?”

Emily blushed a little, a slight flash of pink illuminating her golden skin from behind. “I may have flicked through one in my Dentist’s office.”

Keate laughed. “Your dentist’s office. You must be there fairly often to have such a beautiful smile.”

“I try and look after myself.”

“It’s working,” he replied. “And, yeah, I do live in Europe for some of the year.”

“So you’re just back for the summer?”

“I come and go when I please.”

Katarina finally came over, at last picking up on the fact that Emily wanted rescuing from Keate.

“There’s a phone call for you Emily.”

“Okay, thanks.” said Emily, “Mr Keate, this is my assistant Katarina. She can look after you. She’s very knowledgeable.

Keate’s eyes lit up as he looked at Katarina, “Well Steamy Springs sure is full of beautiful girls.”

“Thank you,” said Katarina, “But I’m not local, I’m from Germany.”

“Germany huh? Not too far from where I live in Switzerland. What part are you from?”

“Bavaria.”

“”How long have you been in town?”

“Just a few months or so…”

Emily smiled, left the other two talking, and went to her office to pretend to answer the non-existent phone call.

When she returned to the Gallery floor, Keate had left, and Katarina was sitting behind her desk, looking at the screen of an iMac, a smile a mile wide on her face.

“So?”

“So what?”
 

“So what did he say?” asked Emily.

“Oh. Nothing much. He wants the two of us to go up to his lodge in Snowmass.”

“The two of us?”

“Yes. Both of us.”

“Did he leave a card or something?”

“He left his address and phone number. Are you thinking of going?”

“He’s got some paintings which might be interesting to look at. I’m always on the lookout for new stuff.”

“It would be a work trip, wouldn’t it?”

“A work trip. That’s right,” said Emily, “It would be good for us to get out of the Gallery occasionally. We’ve been stuck here every day for the last nine weeks because of the exhibition.”

“We need to buy some new pieces.”

“That’s right. Why not. Maybe I’ll phone him tomorrow. Find out a little bit more about the paintings.”

“That sounds good,” said Katarina, nodding in agreement.

The two women had been so fascinated by Keate that they’d failed to notice the other customer in the Gallery. They’d caught site of him now though. Middle aged, wearing a black suit and sunglasses, close cropped dark hair contrasted against pale white skin.
 
He seemed to be interested in the Charles Marion Russell painting as well. Very interested.

Emily gestured for Katarina to go over and talk to him, as she wandered back to her office, lost in a thoughts about what their trip to Snowmass might entail.
 

Chapter Two

Emily unzipped her pencil skirt and hung it back in the closet. She put her blouse into the washing basket, quickly followed by her bra and panties. She was glad to be out of them. She preferred to dress more casually, but she had a lot of wealthy clients at the Gallery, and it just seemed more appropriate to make a bit more of an effort.
 

The shower was already on, the water just warm, but perfect to wash away the heat and stickiness of summer and leave her feeling refreshed. She shampooed and conditioned her long dark hair, and rinsed it with plenty of water. She lathered herself all over, her hand running along the taught curves of her body, her breasts firm, her nipples erect in the cool stream spraying from the shower head.

She stepped out of the shower and dried herself thoroughly with a large fluffy towel. She pulled her hair onto one shoulder in a loose ponytail, and lay down on the bed next to Katarina.
 

Katarina was lying on her stomach, flicking through the pages of a magazine, her even tanned skin glowing in the soft light of the bedside lamp, her golden hair falling gently onto her shoulders, her smooth, peach like butt cheeks dancing gently as she giggled over something she had just read.

Emily stroked the small of her back and ran her fingers up along the curve of her spine, massaging her shoulder blade, before coming to rest on the back of her head. She pulled her gently towards her, and they kissed softly and merrily.
 

Katarina manoeuvred herself onto her side, moving closer to Emily, and put her top leg onto her lovers bottom. She stroked her back and nuzzled her face into Emily’s still damp hair. She smelled
 
good. Fresh and clean, and silky smooth to the touch.
 

The two women lay for a while enjoying the warmth of their bodies against each other, and chatting about their day. “Are you really going to go and see Jack Keate in Snowmass?”

“I guess so. Why not?” replied Emily.

“You know what he wants, don’t you?”

“Of course. He wants to bed the both of us. Probably at the same time. A threesome.”

“You up for that?”

“Probably not. I’ve not done anything like that before.”

“But you’re fairly liberated aren’t you. You like…”

“Yeah. I like guys and girls. But one at a time. And not really like that. I need to feel something for the person I’m with.”

“You don’t feel anything for Jack?”

“He’s cute looking. But he just seemed a bit too much, you know?”

“I thought he was really cute.”

“Go for it girl.”

“You wouldn’t mind?”

“I’d be a little bit jealous, maybe. But I can’t really say anything, can I? I have got a boyfriend as well.”

“When’s Jake coming to see you?”

“It was meant to be this weekend, but I’m not sure. He’s busy at work on his paintings, and I don’t really want to disturb him when he’s in full-flow like that.”