Exhibitions Ch. 02

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annanova
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In the middle of zipping her skirt, Anna looked at the bedside clock, pondering briefly before replying, "Yes, we'll need to. I'm not planning on dressing quite this casually for the show."

He looked at her, watching as she pulled on a light blouse. "I'm not sure why you're bothering to dress at all."

"Sorry, babe. Montreal might be more liberal than where we live, but they still require you to dress when in public. Still...." She smiled and revealed that only two of the buttons on her blouse were fastened. "Does that help you?"

"A little," he chuckled, buttoning his Levis. "So, where do you suggest we eat today?"

"Knowing you, I'm going to want some serious carbs and probably some basic fats, too. I've got just the thing in mind."

"Are you going to tell me?" He slid an arm around her waist, pulling her close and nibbling just below her ear.

Giggling at his light touch, she sighed her answer. "No, I want it to be a surprise." She turned in his arms, kissing him gently before withdrawing from his grasp. "Van, I know you've never been here, so I want to take you to some unique places, have you eat something really different and maybe, just maybe, give each of us a new experience... or two."

"I like that plan. Fine, you know I trust you so I'll follow your lead."

They were slipping on their shoes when a cell phone started to ring. Exchanging a silent question, they both checked their phones.

"Who is it?" he asked.

Glancing at the screen, she shrugged, "I'm not sure, but the ID has me curious." She smiled at him as she spoke into her phone. "Bliss Photography, this is Anna."

"Anna, hello," the strange female voice opened the conversation. "My name is Holly Mason, and I'm the Director of the Forbes Erotic Arts Gallery. I hear you're making quite the splash in Montreal."

"Excuse me?"

"One of our donors is visiting friends in Montreal, and they took him to the private showing at Galerie Lamarque last night. He called me this morning, raving about your photography. After the conversation I had with Antoine, I'd really like to have you send me some examples of your work."

She put her phone on speaker. "Holly, given that you're with an erotic gallery, I'd like to find out a little more of what you're looking for before I send you anything."

"That's understandable, of course. I can't divulge much about the upcoming show, but I can tell you that our donor loved the black and white shot of the nipple. I believe he said it was being lightly gripped between well-manicured nails and tugged just enough, whatever that means."

"I know the one you're talking about." Looking at Van, her eyes were wide with surprise. "Wait, Holly, did you say the Forbes Gallery?"

"Yes."

"Aren't you the gallery I was reading about this summer? I want to say your staff operates in the nude, is that correct?"

"We are." The sound of her clearing her throat was plain over the phone. "I hope this doesn't negatively affect your response."

"Not at all," Anna chuckled. "I had several friends e-mail links to your article to me, each begging me to take them along if I ever do a show there."

The two women laughed together before Holly asked her to take down the necessary contact information. Promising to send several pictures within twenty-four hours, Anna hung up the phone and looked at Van with a look of intense excitement.

"The Forbes Gallery called me about my art."

"I know, I was here," he smirked.

"Do you mind if I send her any of the pictures I took of you this morning?"

"That depends on whether or not you're going to let me eat today, and I want to see them first."

"I've always said you can see them." She bounced off the bed to take his hand. "Come on," she giggled. "There's a chip truck out there with our name on it. You haven't been to Montreal until you've tasted poutine!"

*

Thanks for reading. There is more to come for Anna and Van, of course. I mean, she can't promise him poutine and not deliver! Plus, they are in Montreal for the opening of the art show, so that has to be written up.

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AnonymousAnonymousover 13 years ago
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Bravo Your story has motivated me to consider going to Montreal. I run a business as a vendor at beer festivals. Cheers RH

mimastermimasterover 13 years ago
Incredibly erotic

First, I love the new name of the series. It fits on so many levels. Second, I love that it IS now a series, and that there's going to be more chapters to come.

Totally loved the interaction with Marcel. I can relate to Marcel; Anna could do that to any man. I also liked how Van used the opportunity wiht Marcel to test Anna and how Anna seemed to test Van right back. Exploring those boundaries can be so exhilarating.

Very well done, Annanova. Can't wait for the next one.

PennLadyPennLadyover 13 years ago
Beaucoup de fun!

This is a nice combination of hot and romantic, with a lot of humor thrown in. Nicely done! :)

stevieraygovanstevieraygovanover 13 years ago
"She giggled sleepily into her pillow." That's still my favorite image. God, I love that one. :-)

Even if you did change the wording a little, switching it to her pillow muffling it.

So, let's see here, clicking on my French to English translator...

'Qu'est-ce qu'ils font ici? Merde, je ne veux pas des soucis, j'ai tout juste gagne cette position'

...came back as...

'That is what they are doing here? Shit, I do not want concerns, I have just win this position.'

Bwaaaa! I definitely need to learn French!

Btw, as your editor, I am ashamed to see that I missed 'love-making,' which should have been 'lovemaking.' Please tell me you added that AFTER we were through? :grins sheepishly:

Also, it's time you began using Alt/0151 (holding down the Alt key while hitting 0151) to create real emdashes — instead of using these -- for emdashes.

Okay, those niggles aside, I really love this chapter. Your game with Marcel was inspired. In and of itself it was always going to be a hot little scene anyway, yet it was the skill with which you narrated it that really made it excel for me. The imagery was properly vivid, and the glimpses into their thoughts as they did their unspoken three-way dance was excellent. Like I told you before, I only wish you would've carried that scene out much longer; not necessarily to the point of sex or anything, but I wanted a lot more sexy gamesmanship between Van and Anna before Marcel finally blew his load—which still cracks me up to no end, the notion that you decided to conclude the scene by having the poor guy abruptly shoot off in his pants and hightail it outta there!

Yep, I would've loved at least an entire additional page or two devoted to that one scene. If it were up to me, I'd STILL be reading, rather than typing this missive.

Love this chapter, Anna. You really have something great working here. And yes, you will have to treat me to some poutine. ;-)

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