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Our bizarre menagerie: There were five pleasantly plump, Spanish-speaking maids, two of which were husband-and-wife teams; a jabbering Jamaican baby nurse, who was ru
Yet, with all these people working at Chez Belfort, it didn’t change the fact that, right now, I was all alone, soaking wet, and horny as hell, at the hands of my blond second wife, the aspiring everything. I looked around for something to dry myself off with. I grabbed one of the cascading billows of white Chinese silk and tried to wipe myself. Christ! It didn’t help a bit. Apparently the silk had been treated with some sort of water repellent, and all it did was push the water from here to there. I looked behind me—a pillowcase! It was made of Egyptian cotton; probably a three-million thread count. Must’ve cost a fortune— of my money!I removed the pillowcase from the overstuffed goose-down pillow inside it and started wiping myself. Ahhh, the Egyptian cotton was nice and soft. And such terrific absorption! My spirits lifted.
I scooted over to my wife’s side of the bed to get out of the wet spot. I would pull the covers over my head and return to the warm bosom of my dream. I would return to Venice. I took a deep breath… Oh, shit! The Duchess’s scent was everywhere!All at once I felt the blood rushing to my loins. Christ—she was a frisky little animal, the Duchess, with a frisky little scent! No choice now but to jerk off. It was all for the best, anyway. After all, the Duchess’s power over me began and ended below my waist.
I was about to do a little self-soothing when I heard a knock at the door. “Who is it?” I asked, in a voice loud enough to get through the bomb-shelter door.
“Iz Gwaayne,” answered Gwy
Ahhh, Gwy
The bomb-shelter door swung open with a tiny creak. “Guh mawnin, guh mawnin!”said Gwy
“Good morning, Gwy
“Oh, I’m fine…I’m fine!” Ahhhm fahyn…Ahhhm fahyn!“Well, I see you’re over on your wife’s side of the bed, so I’ll just walk right on over there and bring you your iced coffee. I also brought a nice soft towel for you to wipe yourself with. Mrs. Belfort told me you spilled some water on yourself.”
Un-fucking-believable! Martha Stewart strikes again! All at once I realized that my erection had given the white silk comforter the appearance of a circus tent— shit!I elevated my knees with the speed of a jackrabbit.
Gwy
Holy Christ! What a fucking circus this house was! I mean, here I was, lying flat on my back, with a raging hard-on, while my fifty-five-year-old plumpish black maid, who was an anachronism from a bygone era, leaned over with her drooping jugs three inches from my face and wiped me with a five-hundred-dollar monogrammed Pratesi bath towel. Of course, Gwy
Whatever the case, at least this extreme close-up of Gwy
She seemed a bit sadder for that fact, but all she said was, “Okay,” which came out as, Ohhhhkaii.“Do you need some aspirin?” Daya need sum airrrsprin?
I shook my head. “No, I’m fine, Gwy
“ Ohhhhkaii,well how ’bout some of them little white pills fer yerback?” she asked i
Christ! My own maid was offering to fetch me Quaaludes at seven-thirty in the morning! How was I supposed to stay sober? Wherever I was, there were drugs close behind, chasing after me, calling my name. And nowhere was it worse than at my brokerage firm, where virtually every drug imaginable lined the pockets of my young stockbrokers.
Yet my back didactually hurt me. I was in constant chronic pain from a freak injury that occurred right after I’d first met the Duchess. It was her dog that did me in—that little white bastard of a Maltese, Rocky, who barked incessantly and served no useful purpose other than to a
So the Quaaludes helped with the pain—sort of. And even if they didn’t, it still served as an excellent excuse to keep taking them.
And I wasn’t the only one who hated that little shit of a dog. Everyone did, with the exception of the Duchess, who was his sole protector and who still let the mutt sleep at the foot of the bed and chew on her panties, which for some inexplicable reason made me jealous. Still, Rocky would be sticking around for the foreseeable future—until I could figure out a way to eliminate him that the Duchess wouldn’t pin on me.
Anyway, I told Gwy