The Dark Lady Ch. 9 - Mine Trouble Threatens Gallery Launch
When Kim and Clara and Marty got back from New York, there was a festive dinner at Keeler, with oohing and ahhing over the jewelry samples they brought home. Kim nervously asked Susan and Clemmie how DR's production was going. They were full of smiles as they recounted having just gone down to take custody of another lot comprising two dozen pieces.
"We had to flirt outrageously with him. Promised all sorts of unspecified favors if he had two hundred pieces by opening day. Evie threatened to leave him if he didn't come through."
I was sitting in the corner with an arm around Karen, who was snuggled nicely into me. "Tell me about the organ. How are the installers doing?"
She pressed a warm boob into my side and said, "I need a kiss first."
It was long and fearsome hot. I thought to myself that the teachers we had brought to Parsons were incredibly loving. And smart. She said, "All of the pipes are in their assigned ranks. The new air compressor is working, and the air feeds are almost finished. The console is refurbished and will be placed where it belongs in the next day or two. The tuning crew is arriving the day after tomorrow and are prepared to work at night for the first few days. We are paying for one of the organists who performed on it to come and help.
"Oh, I almost forgot. Karl Lagerstrom, one of the most famous organists in America, has agreed to perform the first recital. He is even coming a day early to help with last minute tuning refinements. He doesn't want to be paid, so we said we would make a ten thousand dollar contribution to a music charity of his choice.
"We finished the announcements today and as soon as Kim approves, they are going to the printer. There is only room for five hundred chairs, so the concert is going to be repeated at least once, and perhaps twice. We are going to charge twenty-five dollars a ticket but make sure enough are reserved for people we think should be there who would have trouble paying. We had the music critic for the paper over for a look and she is incredibly excited. Says we had better be prepared for ticket scalping. And wanted us to promise she wouldn't get muscled out of an exclusive on the first concert by city slicker reporters as she calls them. We told her we would do our best."
She whispered in my ear, "A little bird told me that someone we know got the fucking of her life this morning. Do you have any comment on that?" She had a blanket over us, and my hand up under her shirt. There was no bra and the soft curves of her breast were making me hard.
"Yes I do. What kind of sex treatments have you been giving down in that office? She goes off like a firecracker."
My fingers were worrying first one nipple and then another. "You are going to have to take me to your bedroom soon. Otherwise I am going to come and scream right here."
As people straggled away, Karen and I slipped down the hall. We were in the shower together when Kim found us, stepping in and wrapping us with arms and kisses. I said, "I'm administering some personal thanks for Karen's fantastic efforts on the organ project."
"Hmm. Does your mother get any attention? She has been on the road working hard too."
Karen said, "I'll get lost if you need to be alone..."
Kim pressed her hard against the wall, mashing their soapy tits together. "Not on your life. I want both of you. I am terribly needy..."
Terribly needy is what she said, but after a gentle sweet orgasm, Kim was out like a light. Karen and I cuddled on the far side of the bed and she asked, "Can I have one of those? Theo, you can be so sexy and so sweet when you want to."
Karen had a lot more stored up energy than Kim. I started out gentle, but the body under me got wilder and wilder and finally I stuck a pillow over her face as she came violently.
She rolled us over and hugged tightly. "Please don't get soft. I need more."
I pinched and pounded her muscled behind and she came twice more. She didn't seem to notice that I hadn't come and was asleep in moments.
I woke to the sound of Kim and Karen talking in low voices about the gallery opening. The sun wasn't even up yet and they were at work? I eased out and told them to continue, I would bring breakfast in a few minutes. I told myself that I needed to get as serious about the opening as my women.
There were only four weeks left until the unveiling of the new Parsons Gallery. It seemed that everything necessary was started, but nothing finished.
The twins and I commandeered a small conference room and had an eight by ten foot Gantt chart on one wall. There was a column for every day until we opened, and a horizontal line with sublines for the major activities that had to happen. I had suggested to Kim that she preside over review sessions every day or so, using Laura and Sarah as her chief lieutenants to make things happen.
A week later, with everyone tense, Karen and Clemmie appeared in my office and jumped me. I was dragged to the sofa and stretched out so both of them could sit on me, pounding here and there.
"I'm honored by your presence, but is there something you had in mind other than subduing me?"
"Get up. Get up. We have something to show you."
It amused the hell out of the gallery staff to see the President being dragged through by two beautifully dressed women, who used their fists on him at every opportunity. "Poor Theo, he is in trouble again."
My mind finally focused on the musical sounds coming from ahead of us, growing louder as we approached the renovated rear of the gallery. We got to the large double doors and Karen bowed at me and opened them wide. A wave of wonderful Bach fugue bowled me over. Someone was at the console, tuning the relocated and rebuilt Melchior organ.
I hugged Karen and Clemmie and we found a place to hide in the back. Clemmie put Karen in my lap and said, "She's crying, do something."
Her arms were tight around my neck and tears coursed down her cheeks, wetting my shirt. "Oh Theo, I am so happy with our dream of an organ right here being realized. Think of all of the people who have worked hard to make this happen, and all the people who will listen and be thrilled by the music." She cried harder. I had my other arm around Clemmie, who was looking teary herself. She leaned in and we kissed wetly. She wasn't hitting me anymore.
There was a two person team up front. The man at the console would play some chords or a stanza, and then issue instructions to a helper who was making adjustments to the pipes. The helper was Susan, bright eyed and excited beyond words. After another fifteen minutes, we were waved down to the front and introduced to Richard Arms, from Kansas, who was assisting the tuners.
We were lavish in our praise and he colored, finally saying, "I am chasing you out of here until opening day. It will be so much better when you hear it completely voiced and with the acoustic panels in place and an audience in their seats. But before you go, I asked Susan to play a short little piece, since you have been so generous in your support for this historic organ."
Susan took his place at the console, took a deep breath and launched into an Albinoni adagio that simply lifted us up. Clemmie armlocked me and said, "You and your ideas. You are going to suffer for this."
As the notes died out, we tiptoed away. Outside the doors, I said, "If we are anywhere near as lucky with our other chores as with the organ, this is going to be a fine launch."
At Keeler that evening, I came into the kitchen just as the twins were unloading packages of dinner. I grabbed them back to back and felt up under their shirts until each hand had grasped a firm boob. My kisses were all over the side of their faces and heads.
"What's this all about, Theo? Are you after us? We are getting all hot and bothered, if that means anything."
"I'm just trying to show my appreciation. I know my hands are rude, but your charms are overwhelming."
