She turned the small metal cap, a circle of two inches in diameter, swinging it upward, to reveal a pea-size peephole, thereby allowing her to view the goings-on. The young lady was comatose; her face buried in a snow bank of pillows, sound asleep, her naked body spread eagle, her bum faced upright. And beside her, strewn around the floor were used condoms. The men were reclined atop the cushioned floor, three pillows deep; their bodies disappearing amidst the vibrant array of colours, smoking and drinking. Their bill for day and night services would be hefty, she calculated. These men were exactly the upper echelon of clients she preferred with deep pockets and decent, respectful behaviour, enjoying and partaking in the delights of her house without causing disruption. She estimated the final bill in the range of $30,000 given that the second mistress had relinquished her body and time to ensure her important clients were seen to in every way possible. Her motive was simple: she desperately wanted to please him. The prospect that he might visit her house excited her. The morning had begun with a feeling of great anticipation.
Tina Sharpe closed the peephole and knocked. Cain answered the door, opening it fully, allowing Tina to see his nakedness, not bothering to cover up. Raven stayed on the floor, his head resting on Pussy's bum, smoking and looking up to the ceiling.
Tina noted Cain's sculpted, ripped torso and the miraculous smallness of his waist; perfectly suited to his frame. His legs were thin, muscled and strong. His blonde pubic hair matched the blanched whiteness of his skin. But whether tanned, white or burning red she contemplated, any woman would be happy to be fucked by him.
“Good morning, gentlemen. I trust Pussy was full of pleasures?”
“Superb, Ms. Tina, simply superb. I shall relay a top rating to father. Why, he may have occasion to visit your fine establishment. Your lady, Pussy, was a marvel. No doubt, she could suck a ball through a garden hose and jerk us off simultaneously… like changing a flat tire in record time with closed eyes. Truly, she is unbelievable,” remarked Cain.
“Excellent,” said Tina with a laugh. “Your father would be pleased to also know I prepared breakfast. My one house rule is clothes are mandatory while in the general living quarters. How is my girl?” inquired Tina, moving her head around Cain.
“I believe we completely wore her out. Allow me again to express my gratitude for your generosity,” answered Cain.
“Your father advised that payment will be settled later,” qualified Tina. “You should know the services of my home are provided on a credit basis only to important clients.”
“We are grateful,” enthused Cain. “Allow me again to express my gratitude for your generosity in ensuring we were seen to on such short notice.”
“Come to the kitchen, both of you and leave Pussy to sleep. She has other duties for today and she'll need her energy.”
“Three minutes to dress and we'll join you momentarily,” said Cain. He looked at Raven, who rolled over and got up, smacking Pussy's bum. In her state of sound sleep, she didn’t flinch.
Never was she to call, to boldly interrupt his peace. The hard fast rule was that he would call. She couldn't help herself; she broke the rule once and had gotten away with it. She decided to initiate a second call, wanting to update him forthwith on the status of her coupling and to reassure him that his sons were well taken care of in her house. Picking up the receiver, she dialed. The phone rang three times.
“Yes, Ms. Sharpe,” answered Sir William.
“But, how did you know it was me… I have call blocking?” asked Tina.
“You may continue Ms. Sharpe.”
“I apologize for disturbing you, Your Grace. I merely wanted to apprise you on yesterday's events with Samuel and also to advise that your boys had a wild time, wearing out my second mistress.”
“Boys will always be boys, Ms. Sharpe. What is the final tally?”
“Thirty large for one half day and one full night, that is two on one with access to our bar, plus additional chemical inducements.”
“Very well,” said Sir William. “Payment will be dispatched.”
“A cheque should be made payable in my name for consultant services.”
“That is not the reason why you called, Ms. Sharpe.”
“Yes, of course, Your Grace. If I may ask, are you moving ahead?”
“My intentions are not your concern, Ms. Sharpe.”
“Yes, Your Grace, if I may say so I'm very excited. I've heard good things about the efficacy of Clomid…a friend conceived only after one month of injections.”
“Indeed, a Godsend to childless couples.”
“Again… about your other plans, may I be of help, Your Grace?”
“You have done very well, Ms. Sharpe.”
“I figured Your Grace it would please you if I fed your boys and if I may say so, you've raised two polite men.”
The call ended. Tina hung up the receiver on the wall; the long cord reached the floor. She opened the freezer and pulled out the coffee tin, scooping out two healthy portions, placing the grounds into the receptacle and sliding the stainless steel holder into the cappuccino machine, and then filled the empty carafe with water and poured in the contents, flicking the switch.
Cain and Raven entered the kitchen, fully dressed and looking content. Their hair was unkempt.
Tina took out three cups and saucers from the cupboard. “I just spoke with your dad.”
“A short conversation, no doubt. Father is not one to mince words on the telephone. He’s not fond of those contraptions,” said Cain.
“I insist on feeding you both before you depart,” said Tina.
“Very gracious, Ms. Tina. A small bite is welcome. We are running somewhat behind schedule and will depart shortly, however,” said Cain.
Raven pulled out his chair and the one next to him for Cain. He smelled mozzarella cheese and tomato and bacon and red peppers and Portobello mushroom and black ground pepper and garlic; his nose detailed the litany of smells simmering in the pan.
Tina lifted the lid and the cheese ballooned, rising upward upon being exposed to oxygen, only to fall back into the pan.
“I'm serving egg-frittata with toast, juice and coffee… a good hardy eat.”
“That would be very acceptable and thank you,” said Cain.
“You never say a lot, Raven,” noted Tina.
“Words are meaningless most of the time I find,” he answered.
“Unless they are words of love,” said Cain.
“Or hate,” added Raven. “Those words are powerful.”
“Coffee, gentlemen?” asked Tina.
“Strong enough to stand up a fork is my preference,” laughed Cain.
“It's the first time I've seen Pussy finished. Usually she's the one who wears out the men, sometimes three at a time,” said Tina.
“We are blessed with half the strength of father,” replied Raven, gulping down his coffee and sitting back in his chair, eyeing the pan on the stove.
“Ready for egg-frittata?” asked Tina.
“What is that expression here in Canada?” queried Cain. “Does a beaver or bear shit in the woods?”
“Both do as a matter of fact… I'll take that as a yes,” said Tina, getting up and bringing the pan to the table, resting it on a hot plate and removing the lid. The egg-frittata was thick, topped with an entire block of cheese.
“I figured,” began Tina, “that if you're going to eat, one has to do justice to the eggs by overloading the cheese factor.”
“How could anyone not love food?” asked Raven, pushing his plate to Tina, who cut a large triangular piece. The toast was kept warm in a basket covered by a checkered cloth. Short, round glasses were placed beside the plates; Tina had filled each with fresh-squeezed orange juice. She brought out pepper and salt.
“Do either of you want a particular sauce?”
“How about ketchup?” suggested Raven.
Cain threw back his chin and scoffed at his younger brother's pedestrian choice.
“Why no cooks or maids?” asked Raven.
Tina went to the refrigerator and brought out the ketchup bottle, plunking it down on the table.
“Too nosey… I went through a number of them years ago, requiring that they sign a formal contract to keep their traps shut. It only proved to be a foolhardy measure. My mistresses have responsibility for cooking and cleaning.”
“Multi-faceted ladies,” commented Cain, digging into his food, and spreading generous portions of jam on his toasted bread.
Tina took her seat as the front hall intercom buzzed. She held her fork in mid-air, creasing her brow as she attempted to determine who could be at the main gate.
“I'm not expecting anyone,” said Tina.
“A busy house,” noted Cain.
“Gentlemen, continue eating… I'll return in a second,” said Tina as she left the table and went to the front hallway.
(Six minutes earlier)
The thick, luxurious, sweet smoke wafted upward, curling around the rear view mirror, filling up the inside of the car, necessitating having to roll down the front windows. Magdalene sat in the back seat alone, while Kevin and Derek sat up front. The boys had arrived promptly at her house in the morning as they had agreed to with Samuel the night prior. She was surprised they came on time. But they were only too happy to impress, Magdalene, the unattainable goddess. Kevin had even wiped down the kitchen counter and cleaned the spilled food that covered the exterior of their microwave, just in case she might visit. He was thrilled when Samuel asked him and his brother to their house, knowing he would be able to spend an entire morning in the company of the fantastic smelling Magdalene. His feelings for her had been hidden away because he wisely feared Samuel. But if Magdalene were Kevin's woman, he would kill for her. He would kill any man or woman. There was no line to be drawn that Kevin was not prepared to cross for Magdalene.
The car stopped a hundred yards from the main front gate.
“Guys,” said Magdalene. “I don't know how long this is gonna take. I might be an hour or so. You two OK waiting in the car?”
She had formulated a plan how best to approach Tina while in the basement with the boys. She was prepared to seduce her with her body if necessary to get Tina to lower her guard. She was prepared to do the worst, whatever it would take to reveal the mystery agreement.
“Sure, Maggie. I'd wait for you until earth splits into two,” said Kevin. Derek was already severely stoned, lighting up another cracker.
“Don't crank the tunes, guys, OK? I don't want to draw attention while you wait for me. Maybe you should pull the car off the road and take it back to that corner we passed and wait there.”
“OK, sweet lady,” said Kevin. “Your word is my law.”
Merely having the boys with her had instilled confidence and excitement. She waited while watching the car back up; the private road was too narrow to turn the car around. Once they were out of sight, she looked over her appearance and began walking to the main gate. Under her light jacket, she wore a tight, white and black striped top that was clearly too small for her breasts, which were practically popping out of their shell. Her black skirt was extremely short; one false move in crossing her legs and her pussy would be naked, out in the open, the smell of her womanhood detectable to a sensitive nose. Stopping and pulling out a mirror from her purse, she checked her lipstick, re-applying a bright red coating and a second of gloss, and smacked her lips. She smelled under her armpit; there was no odour. Her black, calve-high leather boots looked smart with pointy toes and four-inch heels. Bringing her fingers to her eyes, she intentionally smudged her mascara, staining and darkening the skin under her eyes. She kept her eyelids open, purposely tearing her eyes, until tiny droplets had formed and fell into her lower lids to look as though she had been crying.
Magdalene ran up to the guard and shook the window. Her abruptness caused him to drop his book.
“I need to see Tina at once! Open the gate! This is an emergency! Tell her it's Magdalene… she knows me! I have to see her!”
As she pounded the glass, a car from the opposite direction approached. The guard picked up the telephone and rang the main house. Magdalene strained to listen to him, not able to decipher his muffled words. She watched as the guard hopped out of this booth and opened the gate, allowing it to swing, moving inward, into the property, as the car exited. The guard hurried back into his booth. Magdalene looked at the car leaving; one of the passengers strained his head backward, watching her, struck by her sensuous beauty; his eyes unable to stop staring. He watched with curiosity as Magdalene rushed through the gate.
“Hey, lady!” said the guard.
“Tell Tina its Magdalene. Tell her this is an emergency,” she yelled as she ran up to the house.
The small white pebbles were cumbersome to navigate in spike heels. Magdalene did her best to keep balance. When she neared closer, Tina stood on the lower, front step; hands on hips, looking angry and annoyed. She walked closer to Magdalene, leaving the front door open.
“I'm sorry, Tina. I need to talk with someone. I'm so upset.”
“Calm down,” she said, grabbing Magdalene's arm. “You disturbed my breakfast and scared off my company. They couldn’t rush out fast enough,” she finished. Looking into Magdalene's eyes, she noted the smeared mascara. She had been crying. Her outfit, as per usual, was a hot, sexy ensemble. Even hysterical, Magdalene was stunning.
“Still…come in at once and tell me what's wrong,” said Tina.