Velvet Halls Part 11 by Rex: Their Meeting

"Velvet Halls Part II - Their Meeting."
By: Rex


The invitation was in a scented manila envelope. Handwritten calligraphy, printed the name, "Bo Donovan."
On the cover. The woman traced the outline of the parchment with her manicured fingernail, a small smile
curling upon her luscious painted lips. She opened it slowly, taking care not to rip it - pulling from
inside, a blue note card with a date, time, and location. Bo knew that this invitation came from a
curator friend of hers, just last week the woman was raving about the new solo exhibition of one, "Claudia
Wolff."

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Unfortunately, Bo's week was rather hectic. She had a board of visitors meeting scheduled on that very day - so she'd have to make a late appearance to the event, though she was certain to attend for her friend's sake.

Days sped by relatively quickly, and Friday came about sooner than she had initially thought. She spent the afternoon soothing disgruntled tenants and placating board members. Bo was renown for remaining cool, calm, and collected, even in the most dire of situations. She was who to call in a crisis. The woman did not let the tiresome day effect her, however, and once she arrived home to change for the gallery opening, she was in good spirits. She made her way to the shower; a trail of clothing now in her wake.. all the while reminding herself that she was going to have a good time tonight.

The white walls of the gallery contrasted nicely with Bo's chalk-striped suit and her undershirt, which was also white and had a very low V-neck. She brushed at her notched lapels as she made her entrance. Most of the faces were strangers, but she was able to recognize a few from work and a few from her, "small circle." Bo looked extremely feminine, even in a suit, perhaps it was her curves, or the way she walked? She had a grace and poise to her that made others stop a moment and stare, perhaps out of envy or admiration. Bo did not mind the eyes upon her, but welcomed them. She'd offer a curt nod, or even a dashing smile to those who caught her eye, when it pleased her. The lights in the gallery flickered, and the crowd quieted. Bo leaned a shoulder against a marble pillar in the far corner of the room and tactfully grabbed a glass of champagne from the tray of a passing waitress. An older, nicely dressed woman with a white streak through her ash colored hair began to speak, "Thank you all for attending this marvelous event. Now, if it would please you all, I'd like to introduce to you the artist who created the pieces you have all been enjoying so much this evening. Claudia Wolff."

The guests all marveled and applause ensued, but Bo remained still and quiet - for Bo was distracted by the woman who appeared and who they were applauding for. She would not be considered fantastically beautiful, for she had a smaller figure, practically no hips, and a medium sized bust. She had thin arms, legs, and neck - large blue doe eyes, and a small nose that a pair of thin-rimmed glasses perched upon. Her hair was stark black, tied up in a loose, messy bun. Her wrists were overwhelmed with bangles and her dress was very simplistic, short and black, nothing really of note. Bo had no idea what the meek girl was saying, but was eyeing her from head to toe, much like a predator would while stalking it's prey. She brought her opposite hand around and bit thoughtfully at a nail before pulling her hair away from her eyes and finishing off the champagne left in her glass.

So far, the evening was dull, idle chit-chat and the occasional walk around the gallery. Bo's mind was still occupied by Claudia. Perhaps she should introduce herself before the evening.. -

"You're Bo Donovan, aren't you?" A small voice spoke from behind. Bo turned slowly on her heels and canted her head to one side,
"Yes, I am. And you're Claudia Wolff." Bo extended her hand to the girl, who took it gladly. Bo was surprised that a painter would not have calloused hands, for Claudia's were remarkably soft. She cleared her throat and withdrew after the awkwardly long shake. Claudia smiled though, or maybe that was a smirk.

Bo quirked a brow and gave something of a grin in return.
"Your friend over there," She began gesturing to the far left to where Bo's curator friend stood mingling, "Told me that I should meet you.." Bo nodded.
"It's a pleasure.. and might I say you're very talented, Claudia." Bo spoke with sincerity.
"Thank you.. Bo." Claudia retorted, playing with a wispy lock of raven hair beside her ear. Bo noticed that and seemed to chuckle. Claudia was perhaps more shy than she had initially thought? That would never do.

The night pressed on and was filled with good conversation, laughter, and flirting... And of course, thanks to that mutual friend - Claudia had become aware of Bo's proclivities. Claudia understood little if not nothing of her world, but found Bo too intoxicating to not be even more curious than before. The crowd began to dissipate, and workmen arrived to lock up.
"Hmm.. It's getting late." Bo said to Claudia who nodded in agreements.
"Do you want a lift home?" Bo asked, though her tone was slightly different than before.. a tone that would suggest it would be unwise to refuse her offer.. unwise is many respects. Claudia swallowed, clearing her throat, and nodded again.
"Good." Bo said.

The woman stood and offered her arm to the girl, who took it with mild hesitation. Bo raised her eyebrow, but said nothing. They made their way from the building, and into the parking garage where Bo's black Mustang was, but where it was located, was not exactly pressing at the moment. There were very few cars, the place was very much deserted. That was when Bo made her move. Turning abruptly, she'd grab the girl by the shoulders and nudge her against the cold stone wall of the carport. Claudia did not hesitate now, if anything, she was more prepared for it than Bo was - for her lips were swiftly upon hers. A spur of the moment kiss that lasted well over a brief 'moment'. The gnashing of lips, the flitting of tongues, and the heat of exasperated breathes turned them both on to no end. Bo was still pressed against Claudia, her knee nudging between the girl's thighs. Although, it appeared as if Claudia had other things in mind, for she had already slipped a hand beneath the material of Bo's undershirt and was groping her. Bo grabbed the girl's hand immediately and pushed it unkindly against the wall holding it there. Bringing her lips down to the crook of the girl's neck and biting the skin there hard indeed. Claudia gasped and wriggled, shaking her head with a smile and even a moan.

"Oh Bo, I'd think someone like you could bite a bit harder than that.." The girl said with a grunt and cheeky laughter. Bo lifted her head, her dark eyes were soft yet demanding at the same time.

"Are you testing me, girl?" Bo said in a haughty, dark voice - a grin appearing on her face before she took one of the hands that grasped Claudia's wrists and brought down to the girl's thigh, slithering it up her dress to grab, and dig her nails roughly into the flesh of her rear. Claudia was taken aback for a moment, but made no attempts to struggle against her or speak for that matter, only giggle.
"And that's, MISS, to you." Bo said firmly, releasing her grasp and rub the back of her hand over the area soothingly.
"Yes, MISS." Claudia said, in a surprisingly undermining manner.

Perhaps it was foolish of Bo to think Claudia would understand - but that made it all the more appealing to correct her. The girl seemed to not be receptive to her teachings thus far, did she think it were a game? Did she think she were more clever than her? Bo shook her head, and tutted beneath her breath - drawing that hand away from Claudia's ass, lifting it before stroking her face, caressing her knuckle against the apple of the girl's flushed cheeks. She offered her a soft smile, but it disappeared just as quickly as it took to hoist a hand up and slap her with it. Claudia gave something of a yelp, seeking to cup her cheek, but was stopped by Bo who replaced her hands upon Claudia's wrists and moved them back against the wall, holding them in place.

"What was that, little flower?" Bo asked in a comforting tone. The woman's voice was suspiciously calm, and soothing to Claudia - even though she had just struck her. Claudia's head was swimming, she didn't know whether to tell Bo that she had enough, or that she wanted more.
"Yes, Miss.." Claudia said, her own tone was much different than before - respectful and subservient, just as Bo desired.

"Good girl." Bo sang in her sweet honeyed voice.
Claudia could feel her knees buckle, unsure as to how those two simple words could send her into a state of mind that she had not quite experienced before.
Bo's hands moved about again, tracing the girl's contours with her palms - grabbing the hem of her black dress and pulling it up so that Claudia's frilly laced panties were exposed.

Bo grinned, approvingly - replacing her hand against the girl's crotch, which had dampened from the recent activities. The woman shook her head and tutted again, causing Claudia to turn away and blush fiercely. Bo would not have that, and used her opposite hand, grabbing Claudia's chin and redirecting her gaze toward her. The other hand had already begun to rub over the girl's groin, gently at first - up and down the perfectly formed slit she could feel through her underthings. Claudia rocked against Bo, who was quick to pinch the the tender skin beneath the lace when she felt her move even an inch.
"Be still, you little whore." Bo said with a growl and a smirk before continuing.

Claudia whimpered and nodded, trying her hardest to remain composed while Bo had her way. But, the gentle caressing turned into rough, meaningful groping. Claudia had to brace herself against Bo, placing either hand on the woman's svelte shoulders - this was the only way she could possibly not try and grind against her invasive hand. Bo could read the struggle and fed off it it. Bo stopped, rather abruptly, hearing Claudia whine, which made her laugh in response. Bo circled around the girl, so that Claudia's back was now against her front, her hands were slow to get back into position, which made Claudia writhe more - and in turn fueled Bo.

"Who would have guessed such a shy little thing could be such a slut.." Bo chortled with a sadistic smile. Wrapping her arms around her, Bo placed the flat of her hand against Claudia's lower belly - just above the lining of her panties. She snaked her fingertips beneath the frill, cruelly slow. Claudia's frustrations could be read all over; the way she bit her lip - the way she fidgeted - the way she whined and groaned - the way she arched her back against Bo the moment she felt her hands upon her. Bo was thoroughly enjoying herself, and knew that Claudia was as well. After what seemed like an eternity, Bo finally slipped her middle finger down from the front of the girl's slit, brushing lightly over her clit in some attempts to make her buck against her hand, testing her. Claudia did not move. Bo eased her finger back up, and brushed it over in much the same way.. yet still nothing. Bo grinned and sighed approvingly.

"Very good." Bo praised, "Do you want to cum for me?"
Claudia was quick with a yes, Miss, and began to grind her hips along with Bo's aggressive petting. Bo did not stop there, however, and had even began thrusting her index and middle finger inside of her. It took only a matter of moments before Claudia reached that pinnacle peak of pleasure, panting and whining, practically collapsing against Bo.

The corner of Bo's lips rose in something of a sneer, "You are coming home with me tonight. We will discuss how you must always ask for permission first, sweet thing."