it
comes to sex she will have it only when she wants to and with whom she wants to
have it.
“Excuse
me, sire,” a shaky voice dares to speak in the doorway; Jacko bent
partway around the side of the door, timid as ever for having to disturb his
master while propositioning a young maiden. Not that he’s been eavesdropping.
Not for very long, anyway. Only for a couple of minutes. Although there’d been times when he has spied on him doing things to women he’s
only imagined doing. He is way too bashful to visit one of the brothels so he
looks forward to the times he can catch Vincent in action with them. At least
he’s able to get off on secretly watching. But he dares not be caught. Vincent
will have his prick cut off for sure.
“What
is it?” Vincent says, agitated.
“Pan
and Bruno are here to see you, sire. They say it is of the utmost importance.
They have the Mongoose.”
“ The who ?”
“I
believe it is the boy you were wanting to see. The one
who killed a few of your men, whooped Pan and Bruno, and stole your food,
sire.”
“Oh,
yes. Send them in.” Vincent regards Jizell apologetically. “I have some
business to attend to, so maybe some other time, huh, love?”
Jizell
tilts her head to the side and says with thick sarcasm, “Aw, geez, too bad.”
She wastes no time leaving the room.
30
Pan,
Bruno, and Mongoose stand waiting down the hall when Jizell comes walking
through. She immediately notices Max sitting obediently next to Mongoose’s leg.
“What a beautiful dog,” Jizell says,
eyes aglow, kneeling down to rub Max’s head. “What’s his name?”
Mongoose
is stunned stupid. First of all, she is the prettiest woman with the prettiest
pair of knockers he’s ever seen. Second, she pets Max with no hesitation at
all. And third, Max allows her to do so with not one tiny growl of protest. Wow
to it all. Even Pan and Bruno are stunned.
Jizell
glances up at Mongoose expectantly, captioning him with honey brown eyes.
“ Wha ’?” Mongoose is able to say.
“I
asked what his name is.”
“Oh. Uh, Mongoose.”
“A
dog named Mongoose?”
“Yeah. I mean, no. My name is Mongoose. His
name is Max.”
“Hello,
Max. It’s nice to meet you.” She fluffs the dog’s ears and then lets him lick
her on the chin. She giggles. “Nice dog.” Rising to her feet she faces the boy
who is an inch shorter than herself. “I just heard about you, the things you’ve
done. Impressive. My name is Madam Jizell, or Doctor
Jizell. Whichever’s your need. My brothel and office
is just down the street. Everyone knows me. Come see me sometime. ‘Kay?”
“Okay.”
Mongoose nods dumbly.
Jizell peeps Pan and Bruno’s unstrung situation. Pan’s left
hand is taped to Bruno’s right hand, making it appear as if the two are holding
hands. She then averts her eyes from Bruno to Max, realizing something.
“ Ahh ,” she says, eyes aglow. “So this is the vicious dog that
did that.” Pointing at Bruno’s mangled mug. She takes a moment to soak this in,
and then says, “I guess I better go. It seems that you’ve got some things that
you need to take care of. Hope to see you soon, cutie.”
They
watch her leave, that little round butt swaying side to side.
“Ahem,” Jacko clears his throat, getting the
trio’s attention. “He is waiting.”
31
“So
you are the great Mongoose,” Vincent says with mild spirit. He is beginning to feel
the relaxing and numbing effects of the pills. All is well in Vincent Maddick’s
world.
“And
you are Vincent Maddick.”
A
smug smile curves Vincent’s lips.
“I
am he.”
“So
what do you want?”
Vincent
is about to respond but something peculiar catches his eye. He focuses on Pan
and Bruno’s hands. “Would you two like a private room?”
Pan
speaks up in their defense. “He made us tape our hands together. If we had not
agreed to it he would not have come with us. We had no choice.”
“Uh-huh.
And now that you are here, why are
comes to sex she will have it only when she wants to and with whom she wants to
have it.
“Excuse
me, sire,” a shaky voice dares to speak in the doorway; Jacko bent
partway around the side of the door, timid as ever for having to disturb his
master while propositioning a young maiden. Not that he’s been eavesdropping.
Not for very long, anyway. Only for a couple of minutes. Although there’d been times when he has spied on him doing things to women he’s
only imagined doing. He is way too bashful to visit one of the brothels so he
looks forward to the times he can catch Vincent in action with them. At least
he’s able to get off on secretly watching. But he dares not be caught. Vincent
will have his prick cut off for sure.
“What
is it?” Vincent says, agitated.
“Pan
and Bruno are here to see you, sire. They say it is of the utmost importance.
They have the Mongoose.”
“ The who ?”
“I
believe it is the boy you were wanting to see. The one
who killed a few of your men, whooped Pan and Bruno, and stole your food,
sire.”
“Oh,
yes. Send them in.” Vincent regards Jizell apologetically. “I have some
business to attend to, so maybe some other time, huh, love?”
Jizell
tilts her head to the side and says with thick sarcasm, “Aw, geez, too bad.”
She wastes no time leaving the room.
30
Pan,
Bruno, and Mongoose stand waiting down the hall when Jizell comes walking
through. She immediately notices Max sitting obediently next to Mongoose’s leg.
“What a beautiful dog,” Jizell says,
eyes aglow, kneeling down to rub Max’s head. “What’s his name?”
Mongoose
is stunned stupid. First of all, she is the prettiest woman with the prettiest
pair of knockers he’s ever seen. Second, she pets Max with no hesitation at
all. And third, Max allows her to do so with not one tiny growl of protest. Wow
to it all. Even Pan and Bruno are stunned.
Jizell
glances up at Mongoose expectantly, captioning him with honey brown eyes.
“ Wha ’?” Mongoose is able to say.
“I
asked what his name is.”
“Oh. Uh, Mongoose.”
“A
dog named Mongoose?”
“Yeah. I mean, no. My name is Mongoose. His
name is Max.”
“Hello,
Max. It’s nice to meet you.” She fluffs the dog’s ears and then lets him lick
her on the chin. She giggles. “Nice dog.” Rising to her feet she faces the boy
who is an inch shorter than herself. “I just heard about you, the things you’ve
done. Impressive. My name is Madam Jizell, or Doctor
Jizell. Whichever’s your need. My brothel and office
is just down the street. Everyone knows me. Come see me sometime. ‘Kay?”
“Okay.”
Mongoose nods dumbly.
Jizell peeps Pan and Bruno’s unstrung situation. Pan’s left
hand is taped to Bruno’s right hand, making it appear as if the two are holding
hands. She then averts her eyes from Bruno to Max, realizing something.
“ Ahh ,” she says, eyes aglow. “So this is the vicious dog that
did that.” Pointing at Bruno’s mangled mug. She takes a moment to soak this in,
and then says, “I guess I better go. It seems that you’ve got some things that
you need to take care of. Hope to see you soon, cutie.”
They
watch her leave, that little round butt swaying side to side.
“Ahem,” Jacko clears his throat, getting the
trio’s attention. “He is waiting.”
31
“So
you are the great Mongoose,” Vincent says with mild spirit. He is beginning to feel
the relaxing and numbing effects of the pills. All is well in Vincent Maddick’s
world.
“And
you are Vincent Maddick.”
A
smug smile curves Vincent’s lips.
“I
am he.”
“So
what do you want?”
Vincent
is about to respond but something peculiar catches his eye. He focuses on Pan
and Bruno’s hands. “Would you two like a private room?”
Pan
speaks up in their defense. “He made us tape our hands together. If we had not
agreed to it he would not have come with us. We had no choice.”
“Uh-huh.
And now that you are here, why are
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