Deceived - Part 1 New York (8 page)

“
Ryan started out as a
business major, like me, well, marketing through a business major.
He’s a great guy, very creative and inspirational.”

“
I see.” I said
capriciously, as he guided me around a three foot sculpture of an
erect penis, sitting on a pedestal, strategically located in the
foot path to the interior chambers. The sculpture was massive, dark
green and poised, like a rocket, ready to launch into a tunnel made
of coiled barbed wire. Needless to say, an erotic art show was a
new experience for me and the irony of it all gave fertile ground
to the many jokes and puns sprouting in my mind.

At the next turn of the
gallery hall, I was affronted with a twelve foot high, oils on
canvas; a painting of a singular erect “Penis with balls”, as it
was so aptly titled. My curiosity was piqued. Oh, and women, in the
most unusual poses, bodies, contorted into shapes that I didn’t
even think humanly possible.

“
Tell me more,” I dubiously
asked cocking my head to one side as we passed another large
painting on a canvas. I didn’t want to stare, but I found this
genre of art interesting and yet frightening at the same time.
Patrick chuckled and pulled forward on my hand. I was relieved that
he didn’t appear interested in lingering to purvey the paintings at
any length.

“
Don’t worry, Baby, not all
of Ryan’s galleries are like this one. He has others with, well,
shall we say, more refinement and elegance. Ah, here we are,” he
said as we came upon the hors d'oeuvres and drinks. He took
control, ordering me a drink from the beverage bar.

“
A drink
for the lady please, make it champagne.” He turned and smiled at
me. I answered with lifted eyebrows and a mock smile that
said
la-ti-da. I could get used to
this kind of treatment.

Patrick passed me a glass
and was about to take his when a voice rang out from the group
behind us.

“
Hey, Patrick ole’
buddy.”

In an instant, he whirled
around with a big smile on his face and yelled, “Ryan.”

A slender, dark-haired
trendy looking man embraced Patrick, the two of them doing the guy
hug thing, slapping each other on the back. It wasn’t hard to see
they were good friends from way back.

“
Good to see you Ry”
Patrick said and I watched his face fill with enjoyment.

“
Ryan, I would like you to
meet my friend, and lovely assistant, Chloe.” His eyes twinkled.
Ryan smiled a warm smile and shook my hand.

“
It’s always a pleasure to
meet a friend of Patrick’s, Chloe.” I blushed a little at all the
sudden attention on me, but mostly at the comment from
Patrick.

“
I do hope you are enjoying
the erotic exhibit. It can be a bit unnerving if you have never
been to this type of art show, I must say,” he conceded.

“
I have to admit it was a
little startling when I walked through the door. Patrick didn’t
tell me what kind of show we would be attending, just said it was
an art showing,” I laughed in acknowledgement.

“
Hey now,” Patrick said
with playful hurt in his voice.

“
Maybe he was hoping you
might get some ideas once you saw the art.” Ryan interjected with a
laugh.

I blushed a little
again.

“
You
should see his other galleries Chloe; someday I will take you to
all of them.” His eyes beamed down at me stirring a little flutter
in my stomach.
Hmmm.
Someday?
Does that hint at a future for
our relationship?

“
How do you two know each
other?” I quipped. “Did you grow up together?”

“
Ryan and I met in college,
at Columbia. Originally, he was majoring in business like me but
after college, he changed directions.”

“
That’s right,” Ryan
commented. “I worked in the corporate world for a while but it just
didn’t satisfy me, it wasn’t my thing. One day I met this young
artist, you know, the kind that’s magnificently talented but
unfortunately, his artwork wasn’t getting noticed. I rented a small
space in Manhattan and turned it into an art gallery. Thanks to my
friend’s talent and maybe a little luck, my gallery took off.
“

I could see the pride on
Patrick’s face at his friend's business acuity for launching such a
risky endeavor. Patrick had to jump in and finish the story for
Ryan.

“
Since the first one did so
well, my boy Ryan here bought another one and then another one and
the rest is history.” he said with a clap on the back, Ryan
grinning at his friend’s complement.

“
Patrick, my dear friend,”
Ryan said, “It’s great to see you. I’m so glad you came tonight but
I’m afraid I must go mingle and take care of the evening’s
business.” Turning towards me with smiling eyes, Ryan addressed
me.

“
We don’t want the guests
to start copulating in the gallery.” he said smiling with raised
eyebrows. “I hope you two are staying for a while.”

“
Of course, Ryan,” Patrick
replied and with that said, Ryan bowed out through the small group
of people huddling near the bar area.

Patrick turned his full
attention on me with a big smile. “He’s amazing. I can’t tell you
how much I love that guy. The good times we had in college....well,
you don’t want to hear about that now, but suffice it to say, he’s
a funny guy and a smart businessman too. What he did with that
first gallery of his...... you’d be blown away.....”

“
Yea, he seems like a
really nice guy,” I added.

His excitement settled a
bit and his focus changed. He looked deep into my eyes as I stood
there sipping my champagne. He moved a little closer to me those
steel-blue eyes so inviting. I could see that he truly was excited
to reconnect with his old friend but I had discovered very little
about his past from Ryan. Oh Patrick Collins. Your true inner child
continues to elude me. All I knew was that the champagne was going
to my head and I was standing in the middle of a room, surrounded
by eroticism with Patrick’s breath in my ear.

With one arm around my
waist and a glass of champagne in the other, he nuzzled my head,
his breath ruffling whips of my hair, breathing in the scent of my
hair and perfume. The rush of blood in my veins temporarily muted
the sounds in the room and my awareness of time and space dropped
off the grid for a brief moment. It happened once before, in the
conference room, when he leaned in to talk in my ear and I heard
nothing but white noise rushing in my ears. It’s as if our physical
bodies took a timeout turning all communications over to our souls,
letting them have their own magical way of communicating. No one
had ever had this effect on me before.

As quickly as it came, the
moment left me, and I could hear his words in my ear, “Baby, you
smell heavenly. I could just eat you up tonight.“ He tried to look
like he was just talking in my ear, but he gave a nip at my earlobe
before he pulled back with a devilish smile on his face.

Teasingly, I bit the rim of
the champagne glass with my teeth, peering up at him from under my
lashes.

“
Want some
dessert?”

“
Well, that depends. What’s
on the menu?” he said with a low seductive voice, his eyes burning
through me. He took a quick glance around the room and then his
eyes focused on a door with a small staircase to the second
level.

“
Come, let’s check out the
rest of the gallery.” A seductive grin was plastered on his face.
He reached over to the bar taking a drink and handed me a fresh
glass of champagne and took one for himself. With his free hand he
took mine and lead me across the room to the small staircase
chatting as we walked.

“
This space was such a good
deal for Ryan. He always manages to get the best deal for the
price.”

He led the way up the
stairs. I expected the upper level to be spacious but I was
surprised to find a dead end, except for one door to each side of
the landing.

“
I wonder what’s in here?”
he hesitated. “Maybe just storage space. Let's check it
out.”

As Patrick pulled the door
handle, the door sprung open. Smiling a thief’s grin he motioned
with his arm for me to enter first.

“
Are you sure we are
supposed to be up here?” I was feeling a little uncomfortable
nosing around Ryan’s gallery.

“
Ah, it’s Ryan’s office,”
he realized as we stepped inside. I surveyed the office for a brief
moment, after Patrick clicked on a small desk lamp that created a
yellow glow to the room. He set his drink on a heavy dark mahogany
desk that had a glass top layer over the wood. It was the typical
office set up, a computer on the desk, a phone, file cabinet and a
small settee at one end of the room. I followed him as he wandered
over to look at a memorabilia wall at the end of the
office.

“
And that’s me right there.
See?” Patrick was pointing towards a large photograph hanging on
the end wall. As we stood there examining the photo, he gently
pulled us closer and I noticed it was a picture of a much younger
Patrick standing with an equally young Ryan, in what looked like a
college dorm room.

“
This was taken by Ryan’s
dad when we were freshmen, the day we moved into our room at
Barringer Hall.”

I sensed a touch of
nostalgia in his voice. It felt so comfortable standing next to
Patrick with his arm around me. Smiling, I rested my head on his
masculine chest,

“
Awe, you guys looks so
cute and handsome together.” I teased.

“
Ha, ha. Don’t tell Ryan
that. We don’t want him to get wrong ideas in his head,” Patrick
said with a wink. He turned to face me and smoothed a few fly away
strands of my hair back into place that got messed up from having
my head on his chest. I volleyed back one more time in our game of
conversational quips.

“
Oh, you mean he’s gay?” I
said bluntly, but not completely surprised.

“
Well, let’s put it this
way,“ he said with a purr in his voice. “I have never heard him
brag about doing this to a girl.” He cupped my face in both hands
and slowly, teasingly ran the tip of his tongue around my lips
before passionately plunging it into my mouth. The familiar rush of
blood ran its course through my veins and I felt my body heat spike
to a roaring fire. Our tongues danced a fiery dance in our mouths,
and I felt an urgent surge of desire when his tongue swiftly
glanced the edges of my teeth in the sexiest move I had ever
experience. He gently and slowly walked me backwards towards the
desk.

Oh God this was
delectable!

The thought of sex in a
public place triggered a frantic lust in me that I had never
experienced before. The taboo was just more kindling to the pyre
and my breath hitched with excitement. Patrick was commanding the
moves and this was totally hot.

Astutely guiding me, he
moved me in the direction he wanted by pressing his body, hands and
lips towards his target. Tugging at the hem of my skirt, roving up
and down my body, frantically pushing and squeezing at my breast;
his hands found my clothing an annoying tactile barrier.

As we moved past the door
towards the desk, he reached over and clicked the lock with one
quick flip of the wrist and continued the assault with his tongue
in my mouth, stopping me just at the edge of it. I was breathlessly
panting and my body ached for his touch. He paused for a moment to
drink in the image of me wanting him, his steel-blue eyes piercing
and raging with purpose. The introspection was so intense I parted
my lips with a small gasp, “Oh Patrick.” I swooned. He licked his
lower lip and placed both hands on the bare skin of my outer thighs
slowly pushing my skirt up around my waist.

I planted my butt cheeks on
the glass of the desk and leaned back supporting myself with my
arms behind me. I moaned and arched out to meet his advancing
kisses making my legs as straight as possible while still on the
edge of the desk. Smoothly and gracefully he kneeled down in
betwixt my legs, his fingers tracing around the edges of my thong
panties. As he began kissing my upper thighs I felt the softness of
his lips and the warmth of his breath feathering across the
epidermis. The anticipation mixed with the thrill of getting caught
made for a heady cocktail in my body.

Oh God Patrick. Just do
it!

Holding my panties in one
hand he slipped a finger under the edge of my string bikini and
pulled it aside, revealing my bare mound. I moaned with
anticipation.

“
Mmmm,
this is a lovely dessert.” he crooned. I stiffened my legs even
more thrusting my private parts in his face in a
“
just take it
” message. I couldn’t wait much longer; I urgently needed his
touch. As if to read my mind he ran his finger around the outside
lips of my slit, content with the wetness he had created. He sucked
in a breath and in a husky voice said, “Ooh baby, look how wet you
are for me.”

I moaned and arched again.
Holding the panties aside, he spread the lips of my pussy apart to
expose my tingling clit, engorged and pink, standing at attention
from the raging hormones in my body. In one magnificent gesture he
drew my wetness up from within me to moisten my clitoris. The feel
of the moisture hitting my clit sent me to a new level of ecstasy.
I longed to scream out in pleasure but knew I had to stifle my
intonations for fear of someone hearing us. The frustration just
added to the rapture of the situation.