"Look at that, Harry! They'll take weeks to go away!"
Her bottom was covered with perfectly parallel red stripes. It looked painful. I bet I wouldn't hear the last of it. She'd goad me into taking flogging lessons from Nurse B.
Nurse Benjamin stepped off the bed and stood looking down at me again.
"Nasty swelling that. Looks like we'll have to purge it."
She was looking at my middle section. My nasty swelling began to subside of its own accord.
Nurse Benjamin tugged at a thong and her jerkin fell off.
My nasty swelling recovered at a rate of knots.
Jay trotted back from the mirror and eyed Nurse Benjamin's stupendous breasts. She was recovering rapidly too.
Nurse Benjamin gripped my nasty swelling in a powerful hand.
"Careful!"
My faithful pal, bless her, was concerned that her favorite part of my anatomy was about to be amputated without benefit of proper surgical procedures.
Nurse Benjamin squeezed gently. I felt an irresistible pressure build.
"Ohhhhh…"
That was me.
Miss Lawrence bent over Nurse Benjamin's hand and gave my helmet a friendly lick. She lifted her head expectantly.
Nurse Benjamin's dark head lowered. With a sudden movement, she engulfed me. Her lips gripped and slithered and her tongue lashed like the whip had lashed Jay's rear end. She had suction like a tornado over a carrot field.
"Ahhhhh…"
Nurse Benjamin released me and Miss Lawrence was there like a shot. She pumped her mouth up and down my length. There was no waiting. This was not a day for drawn out foreplay.
I came almost before I knew it.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAH…"
Miss Lawrence's lips lifted away and Nurse Benjamin was there to catch the last spurts of hot semen as I sank back into my pillows.
My eyes closed. I may have snored.
The bed shook and I opened my eyes. Nurse Benjamin was back in her nurse's uniform and Jay was back in her skirt. A large safety pin held it together where Nurse Benjamin had dispensed with the buttons.
"I've never been raped before," I murmured.
"First time for everything, Harry my lad. We're off to buy a present for Venus from her Dad. I've got your check book."
I didn't have the energy.
"Make it a nice present. Nothing tatty," I said drowsily.
"Ciao, sweetie!"
A chill breeze wafted through the door as the two girls left. I went to pull the bedclothes back up. My hands traveled two inches and came to a clanking stop.
"Hey! Come back! Come back here! Oy! Come back!"
There was no answer.
Jingle Tingle
"I don't believe it! Not here! Not now!"
"What's the matter, darling? Seeing little green men again?"
I followed Harry's gaze but could see nothing more daunting than a short, plump lady in a bright pink trouser suit. We sat in the elegant lobby of Victoria's magnificent Empress Hotel, taking a luxurious little break from some Christmas shopping. Harry slid down in his chair, as if attempting to render himself invisible. Not an easy task for a chap built on White Star Line proportions. My large friend hissed and drew a frond of potted fern across his face.
"It's the Black Widow!"
I looked skeptical.
"Sweet cakes, you're doing a very good impression of the Green Man. Did you know he is an ancient fertility symbol?"
I was just about to launch into a rather erudite discourse on pagan lore, a perennial interest, when the lady in pink squealed like a pig with its nose in a bucket of boiling swill.
"Harry!!! Ooh, it is Harry Neptune, it really is! Oh, darling Nep-toodles, what are you doing here in the Empress? I can't believe it! This is wonderful! What a delight! Oh! Oh!"
A steady stream of burbling emitted from the woman's lips, liberally punctuated with audible exclamation marks. I imagined that five minutes of the Black Widow's company would be tiring, a whole day of it might induce one to book oneself into a spa for a rest cure. Smiling grimly, I extended one suede-gloved hand towards the gushing lady, as Harry extricated himself from the vegetation, a sheepish and somewhat fatalistic expression on his face.
"Gloria, this is Miss Jay Lawrence. Jay, allow me to present Mrs. Gloria Goldfinkel."
"But do call me Gigi! Are you here to take tea? Are you staying at the Empress? I have a wonderful suite in the west wing, simply divine. Oh! Oh! You must come up to my suite and take tea. You will, won't you, Harry darling? Oh, you simply must. Don't forget Tittitata Lodge!"
Harry looked grim. I recalled his terse recounting of his first liaison with the Black Widow, a lady of independent and considerable means, whose wealthy sixth husband had expired on the last leg of a round the world cruise. I suspect my friend had been considering an auxiliary career as a shipboard roue and cad-about-port, but Gigi's terminally effusive manner had brought him back to dry land with a bump. Poor dear. Gigi finally paused to draw breath and I grasped Harry's elbow and propelled him towards the nearest door.
"Lovely to make your acquaintance, Mrs. Finkelstein! Just remembered Harry's doctor's appointment! It's his old trouble again, I'm afraid. Arrividerce!"
"But! But! Oh!"
We left the vision in pink pouting by the potted palms and careered out into the dampish day. The uniformed doorman gave us a very disapproving look as we scuttled down the gravel drive and I giggled at last.
"Tittitata Lodge, eh?"
Harry shuddered.
"You don't want to know. Believe me. You don't want to know. If I say fuchsia marabou trimmed peignoir that should give you more than enough information. Now, what about our tea, you little monster? I'm parched."
I took Harry's arm.
"I know a place. Not as fancy as the Empress, of course, but it has a certain rustic charm."
"Don't we all, dear!"
"Tittitata Lodge indeed. What next, Mr. Neptune? What next?!"
Jay's little legs positively twinkled as we fled from the Empress and the occupant of its west wing suite – the Presidential Suite, I had no doubt. She clung to my arm as I ran through the old familiar lose-the-tail routine. As we ducked and dived I wondered idly about planting a notice in the newspaper that my old trouble had proven terminal.
"Slow down – we've lost her!"
My breath returned to something like normal as I let Jay take over the navigation.
Jay's 'rustic charm' amounted to Tillie's Tea Shoppe, an inside outside place tucked away between the main shopping street and the harbour. We battled our way through the Christmas hordes and plonked ourselves down at an outside table. The weather was unseasonably warm, despite Jay trying to influence it with her fancy gloves and a scarf she could have corralled horses with. There was an open fire built into one wall of the outside bit, and various decorations dangling from the more vertical surfaces. All jolly seasonal.
"Tittitata Lodge? Come on, Neptune, spill the beans!"
"Mrs. Goldfinkel has been married six times, you know. The first…"
"Tittitata Lodge!!"
"… was her childhood sweetheart, a football player. His insurance company made her first fortune when a faulty helmet allowed a Hoboken linebacker's boot to impact with both sides of his brain at once. The second…"
"Harry!"
My little friend had one of her determined looks on.
"… was an elderly gentleman who made his loot out of a chain of clothing stores. He lasted one night of bliss with his busty blonde bimbo bride and succumbed with the traditional smile on his lips. The third…"
The next word in the narrative would normally be "Ouch!", but I knew Miss Lawrence well enough to judge the moment at which to move my ankles a strategic couple of feet away.
"… the third…"
"Hi, I'm Sugar! What can I get for you today?"
The thread was broken with a vengeance. Sugar wore her hair in a pony tail, exposing ears I can only call pixie-like. They were pointed at the top and stuck out at a delicate angle. She had the fresh face of a fourteen year old. That's as far as the pixie look went.