Title: The Postcard Murders, Chapter 4
By: greygoose70
Part 4
Next day, Interpol
As Rick, Kate, and Jordan exited the elevator they ran into Emily and Vittoria, both sporting an empty cup. "Coffee time," Rick enquired.
"Yeah," Emily replied. "Second refill," Vittoria followed up with, not stopping in her pursuit towards the breakroom.
"How long have you two been here," Kate asked falling in line behind them.
'Me, about three hours, Vittoria, two," Emily answered.
"Why?" Rick asked as the five of them went straight to the coffee bar. "Is this stuff fresh," Rick then enquired.
"I made it when I first got here," Emily responded.
"So, three hours ago. All of you go sit, I'll make some fresh stuff; tea Vittoria?"
"No, I will stay with coffee," taking a seat at the table.
"Why here so early?" Rick enquired as he began preparing the coffee.
"I've been on the phone getting people to the major airports and train stations in Berlin, sent them the photos from their high school yearbook, figured they couldn't have aged too much."
"Maybe I can improve with that," Jordan said. "My agent was able to interview the uncle who had several pictures of the children during their stay with him, he sent me one taken in their junior year."
Jordan posted the picture up on the TV screen beside the ones from four years earlier.
"Not a huge difference, but they have lost some of their youthfulness," Rick commented.
"I'm going to send it out to my people," Emily said instantly copying the photo to her phone and broadcasting it out.
"So, what brought you in so early, Vittoria," Kate asked patting the brilliant Spanish woman's hand.
"Wasn't sleeping very well, kept waking up from bad dreams, decided to come in, see if I could make myself useful. Found Emily here who asked me to start looking for prominent art museums in Berlin."
"What else do you think we should do, Rick"? Jordan enquired.
After a few moments of deliberation he answered, "Send out an APB to all the major newspapers in Berlin to be on the lookout for a postcard from Jack and Jill."
"But the victims would probably be dead by then, Babe," Kate said.
"We don't know if they're not dead already," he replied. Eduardo and Sofia had already been dead four days before they were discovered and that was three days ago, and these killers don't appear to be on any specific time table."
Munich, Germany
It was almost closing time at the Alte Pinakothek Gallery, they were transfixed on a large black and gray, wall painting titled 'Desnudo en lierba alta' (Nude in high grass). The artist was listed as Arturo Besoletti.
"I met him in Argentina while on vacation," a woman's voice said from behind them, so they turned to see who was speaking. "Sorry for disturbing you," she then said, "I'm Sylvia Munster, the curator here."
"It's beautiful," the girl commented, "who modeled for it?"
"I did," the woman answered blushing slightly. "He's what they classify as a 'street artist', paints murals on the walls of buildings. He escorted me around the city and showed me some of his works, allowed me to take pictures of them. I told him I was the curator of a gallery here in Munich, that I wanted to do a showing of his work. He agreed, so I told him I would like for him to be here for it to which he also agreed. He painted the 'Nude in high grass' when he was here."
"Well I must say he is extremely talented," the man said while scoping out some of the accompanying pictures.
"Jack and I studied art in college," the girl began, "still have a year left but decided to take some time away, travel to Europe, study some of the great masters, but have seen nothing like this."
"I have a couple more he did at my place if you'd like to see them," Sylvia told them.
"Oh god, can we," the girl responded excitedly.
"Sure, let me get my things and lock up, meet me at the front."
Sylvia pulled her red BMW-M6 into the driveway of her two bedroom duplex dwelling. She escorted the couple in, went to the kitchen and took out a chilled bottle of Riesling wine from the frig, set in on the kitchen island, then retrieved wine glasses from a cupboard and set them down next to the wine. "Why don't you fix us a glass of wine, Jack, while I get changed." She then disappeared into a room at the back of the house.
As Jack was pouring the wine Jill was taking in the surroundings, suddenly she said, "you need to see this."
"Just a sec," he answered finished pouring Sylvia her wine. "What is it," he enquired turning and handing her, her wine.
"This," she said pointing to the two painting on the back wall. Jack stared in amazement at them. The left painting was a frontal view of Sylvia wearing only an apron with the upper portion beginning just below her bare breasts, and the words saying if you're hungry, then further down just below the waist the words you can eat me. Jack shifted his gaze to the painting on the right, which was evidently an opposite view of the frontal view showing Sylvia' bare buttock.
"He actually did the rear one first, but then seeing the blank space to the right, he had me turn around then did the front," Sylvia commented as she returned and seeing them entranced by the paintings.
As Sylvia emerged from the shadow of the hall the couple caught how amazingly beautiful the tall woman actually is. Her long black hair now draped down over her shoulders, as opposed to the bun she had it in earlier. She wore a short loose fitting black tank-top that ended at her midriff. Her short black silk shorts were slung low on her hips, their length barely making it past her buttock.
"Did you spike her drink," Jill whispered as Sylvia past picking up her glass off the island, and saying, "wait until you see the one in the living room."
"No, and seeing her now, glad I didn't," Jack whispered in return. "I think we can have some fun with her first."
Sylvia flipped on the living room lights illuminating the life-size painting that encompassed an entire wall. It was a painting of Sylvia laying on the sofa, completely naked. Her head was propped up on a pillow, with one arm slung up above her head, the other bent upward with the hand placed at her forehead. She wore a necklace, the pendulant nestled in the valley between her firm breasts. Her legs in a position that revealed her closely cut pubic hair. Down in the lower right corner were the words, Venus in waiting.
"It took him all day and most of the night to finish it," Sylvia told them as she moved over and sat down in the middle of the sofa. Jack and Jill went over and accompanied her, each sitting to either side.
They sat there and talked, mostly about art until they finished their glass. Jack then took the glasses and refilled them. Upon his return he saw Sylvia leaning back on the sofa with her eyes closed. He set the glasses down and retook his place next to her.
"Comfortable," Jill asked?
"Very," Sylvia replied.
Jack then saw Jill lean over and give Sylvia a kiss to her cheek, then place her lips to Sylvia'. Sylvia reacted immediately drawing Jill in close, attacking Jill's mouth feverishly. Sensing Sylvia was open to more Jill slid a hand under Sylvia's tank-top and cupped a breast, finding it already firm and the nipple erect. Sylvia let out a moan at the touch.
Jack seeing Jill's action placed two finger on Sylvia' thigh, and walked them up until reaching Sylvia' loose fitting shorts then slid them through a leg opening where he discovered she wasn't wearing any panties. He continued on until he reached her vulva then gently began massaging it in its entirety. Sylvia' hips bucked at the touch.
Syvia's thoughts (Caution: "M" Rated)
I was not surprised when Jill's lips covered mine, it is what I was hoping would happen, it was the reason why I dressed as I had. If Jill hadn't initiated the activity, I myself I would have. It is why I instantly let her know I was open to her by kissing her back. When Jill slipped a hand under my top and cupped my breast, I was sure she wanted more. I then I felt a set of fingers start traversing up my thigh, and I knew Jack was not going to be left out of the festivities. This excited me even more. His touch was light and cushiony as they worked their up and into my shorts then on to my pussy where he began to gently caress my labia lips, then he found my clit and my hips jerked as he manipulated it.
I felt Jill move her hand to my other breast. My whole body by now was heating up so I said, "take them off," loud enough so that they both heard me. Instantly I was devoid of my clothes. Lips and hands were attacking my breast, fingers sliding in and out of my vagina. I was like a shimmering mass of Jello by the ministrations they are bestowing to my body. Suddenly a finger is firmly massaging my clitoris, and it's too much. I come violently.
I'm spent, can't move, I open my eyes and see them removing their clothes. Jack then picks me up, cradles me in his arms and carries me to my bedroom. Jill has stripped the bed down to the sheets, and Jack lays me face down on the bed. He crawls in behind me, grabs me at the hips, pulls me up until I'm on my knees then drives his cock into me. He is long but not overly thick but it still feels good to have a dick in me. He starts to move, a sensation of ecstasy comes over me and I begin to meet his thrust with those of my own and soon another orgasm erupts through me and I collapse.
Evidently they weren't done pleasing me as a soft set of hands rolled me over onto my back. My legs were spread wide and a soft tongue was licking away the juices from my previous orgasm. The tip of a tongue then starts licking my outer labials, pausing occasionally to nip their soft fleshy tissue. After a couple of trips arounds she (I can only assume it is Jill since only a woman would know all the parts of the female genital organ), she moves to my inner labials pausing to flick my clit several times as she passes over it. My Kegel muscles spasm at the sensation. At last she slips the tongue into my vaginal canal sliding it in and out, much like the cock that had been in there earlier, only not as deep, but still the feeling as her tongue slides over and around my vaginal walls has me delirious. She begins to increase the speed and depth of her stimulation, and soon I am feeling the full effects of her sexual activity. The heat in my loins rises, my body begins to convulse, my pussy begins to pulsate, and then another full fledge orgasm overtakes me, and I scream.
I lay here now sexually sated. My breathing has returned to a somewhat normal state. The two lovers are at my side smiling at me in contentment. Jack hands me my wine glass telling me to drink, it will help to relax me, however, if the truth be known, I don't want to relax, I want to be fondled and prodded some more, I want to experience more orgasms. Jill tells me there is more to come but that I needed some recuperation time first. That brought a huge smile to my face, so I took the offered glass and drank. Soon everything goes dark.
"How we going to position her," Jack asked?
"Carry her back to the living room. Lay her on the sofa in the same position as the painting on the wall."
With Sylvia laid out perfectly, Jill stepped behind the sofa and with her Funbro EDC folding pocket knife jammed its 1ΒΌ inch super sharp blade into Sylvia's neck, then draws it back severing her carotid artery. They then went to work, washing and drying the bed sheets and making the bed. Washing the wine glasses and returning them to their proper place in the cupboard, wiping down the wine bottle and putting it back in the frig, finally wiping down anywhere and everywhere they might have touched, including Sylvia's body.
Satisfied with their work they exited the house, leaving the door unlocked, got in Sylvia' BMW-M6 and headed to Berlin.
End of Chapter