Insatiable Angels
Part seven in the
Oukouméné Saga
By
Frank Zenau
SMASHWORDS EDITION
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ISBN 978-1-4661-9120-4
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Copyright January 10, 2012 ©. By Frank Zenau
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Insatiable Angels
The bar didn’t up until one PM, so when we got up around nine and I wasn’t even sure if Jerry was up, I thought he could still be at the party. I suspected that the locals were used to staying up late and sleeping late and while I thought about checking in on him, I let it go. Who in their right man is going to go out looking guy when she’s sharing a room with two beautiful naked women, I only gave it a thought because my balls were dry and hurt…really bad.
Did you ever wonder whom you had to call if you had more than and four-hour erection and you didn’t take Viagra, I did. Instead of taking two Aspirins and go to bed, I took two beautiful women and went to bed on the premise that a little pussy wasn’t going to hurt me. Its’ a good thing they were both oral specialists and they had years of experience behind them to get the stiffness out…that’s why my balls ached.
Getting ready with one woman that wants to suck your cock while your trying to shave and the other taking a crap is an adventure all to itself and while everything went smoothly there are certain bathroom practices that well…I need and demand privacy.
“I can’t take a crap with you two watching me.”
“I had no trouble.” Naomi said.
“And we are not going to take a shower without you.” Joan said laughing.
“It’s not funny. But, if you don’t leave this bathroom we’ll be here all morning.”
“We’ll, give you five minutes.” They replied in unison and I just knew I was going to hear a lot answers in unison, from duet, of sex-starved women.
“I wish I had a morning paper to read.”
“Read The Presidential package pamphlet, again.” They replied in unison again.
“It just gives me a hard on.”
“Read it again and let us when you do,” The laughed unison.
“They weren’t related but they acted like twin sisters, right down form the way they looked at me, to how their toes wiggled when I ever I gave the a kiss.”
Jerry was up by the time we went downstairs and he was in the kitchen with Kathy and Beverly who were making breakfast.
“Walter what would you like for breakfast.” Beverly said smiling. “And thank you for allowing me to stay at the party last night.”
I was about to say something when Jerry cut in and said. “Speaking of party, partner. We need to run into Lake Harbor and pick up more beer.”
“More beer? Don’t you have enough for the weekend?”
“It’s not for the bar. It’s for Steve’s party.”
“Shit how much beer can those guys drink?”
Jerry looked over at Naomi. “No offense Naomi, but Steve invited everyone around for miles to celebrate this weekend and he took off to get a couple of women for him and his buddies so they could party.”
“I take no offense, I know I was making his life miserable by acting like a prude. Steve knew I was in agony because I couldn’t do anything and after I chased all of the girls off, he made sure that his friends were always naked and believe me seeing all those beautiful cocks night and day and I couldn’t do anything, was hell.”
“How much beer is he talking about?”
“A hundred cases, and we need to get some plastic bags for the ice and start packing it in the freezer for this weekend.”
“Who’s going to run the bar?”
“Paul and Eddie one of the part timers. They should be able to handle it until we get back. But we best hurry if we are going to get back before the storm hits later this evening.”
“Storm?”
“It’s a tropical depression that’s predicted to move up the Glades.”
I really wasn’t in the mood to go because Joan and Naomi promised me that they would tell me something about their childhood. While Steve gave me some insight about Naomi I wasn’t sure if he was telling the truth or not. As for Joan I was really curious of what kind of woman she was before she met Rolf and crazy pimp. So, the mystery of their past would have to wait.
We couldn’t leave right away because Jerry was expecting a delivery of food and he and several local resident waited anxiously at the dock for the arrival of two boats with a large flat-bottomed skiff in tow. Fortunately we didn’t have a long wait and when I saw it, I was pretty impressed at the quantity of food that they brought and we had to hurry to get our food inside and put everything in the freezers and coolers.
While airboats are pretty powerful they are slowed by drag and weight and the drag of the skiff, although empty slowed them down and we overtook them somewhere in the middle of nowhere because Jerry was pretty well running his boat flat out and nervous as I was I was trying my best to keep up with him.
We went due east until we hit the Miami canal were we encountered a number of boats. I tried to make mental note of just were we turned off before heading north to get to Lake Harbor. Once we were in the canal Jerry really cranked up his boat and we were in Lake Harbor in just over an hour.
While Jerry was waiting for a beer truck to meet him I used the time call Liam. I wanted to be mad at him for putting me through this masquerade, but once I slept on it I realized that they did have Joan’s welfare and interest in mind. With millions of dollars at stake I would have taken the same precautions.
“So are you going to bring Naomi with you?”
“Yes.”
“Good, because she’s a lovely woman and she will fit in nicely. What about Beverly are you bringing her with you or letting her stay to help Jerry and Kathy.”
“Well I was going to talk to you about that. Jerry asked me if I would sell her to him.”
“Well, I can’t speak for her but unless you bring her with you so she can become familiar with you and your habits she would be better off with Jerry and Kathy and her surroundings.”
“Do you think it will hurt her feelings?”
“No, because she has known Jerry for such a long time and to tell you the truth Rolf was going to sell her to Jerry. Just don’t be ashamed to get a fair price for her.”
“What is a fair price?”
“I wouldn’t sell her for less than one hundred thousand dollars only because she can make twice that for Jerry in one year.”
I had to think because the actual amount that Beverly took in was a little over three hundred thousand dollars. “So, if I give him a figure of a hundred and fifty thousand, he won’t be offended.”
“No, he will be relieved because Rolf gave him a figure closer to four hundred thousand. But the choice is yours especially if you are going to stay in partnership with him.”
“Are you saying that Rolf was going to dissolve the partnership?”
“Rolf was getting old, yes, physically he couldn’t make the trip any longer and he was debating about selling his half to Jerry. The bar was more or less vacation for Rolf and a quick money fix for Jerry so that he could retire while he was able to enjoy life. The idea was to make as much money for them and then turn it into a conventional bar, sell it for ten cents on the dollar and retire. Who knows maybe you and Jerry will retire as neighbors.”
“What do you mean by that?’
“Rolf owned two homes in Martinique overlooking a topless beach, he always had fascination for a woman’s breasts, anyway, for the time being they are great rental properties. One of those is yours and the other is Jerry’s provided that the two of you reach an amicable agreement.”
It’s amazing how much fifty cases of beer can weigh and with that amount of weight it really cut our speed. It got worse when we turned west through the Glades and our boats were a little lower in the water and while that wasn’t bad enough the weather was getting worse with two and three foot swells. There were times when I couldn’t tell if I was in the water or actually on dry land. With the rain coming down in heavy sheets I fought to keep the water out of my eyes and I kept looking back at my cargo to make sure that the tarp covering the beer had not blown off.
Despite the bad weather we kept going at a slow and steady pace and I knew with each passing minute we would soon be back at the bar. About two hours later I saw Jerry slow down his boat and make a quick turn and as I got up close to him I saw a large dog scrambling and running scared through the water.
The dog was frightened and while he didn’t run away from us he eyed us cautiously.
“Do you know whose it is?” I asked.
“No, but he must belong to somebody because he’s got a collar on.”
“What are we going to do?”
“We can’t leave him out here. Sooner or later a gator or even a python or other big snake is going to get him.”
“A python.”
“And other big snakes that people turn lose here in the Glades that they get rid off once they can’t keep them anymore.”
It took us about five minutes to coax the dog on my boat and once we got it out of the water I realized how big it was and how much it weighed.
“Damn, that dog is huge and weighs as much as I do, if not more.” I said.
“I think it’s a Great Pyrenees. Come on let’s get out of here before the weather gets worse.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice and we took off and about twenty minutes later we pulled up to Steve’s dock and thanks to all of his guests we had the beer off loaded in a very short time. We asked them if they knew anything about the dog and to whom it may belong too but no one there knew.
By the time we got to the bar it was pretty deserted and with the dog just watching us curiously, Jerry helped me get my boat in the boathouse. Paul and the other man took off and headed for home as soon as we entered the bar.