"Picnic At Lac Du Sang" - читать интересную книгу автора (Masterton Graham)

Vincent. You must play us some more.'
'Why doesn't one of your girls play? I'd like to hear them.'
'Well, of course. I'm forgetting myself. You didn't come here to entertain
us. Minette, why don't you play Curiose Geschichte for Mr Jeffries?
Minette's been practicing very hard this month. And, Sophie, why don't you
dance?'
Vincent left the piano and the girl with the long blonde hair guided him
over to the couch next to Baubay's, and sat down almost in his lap. She
stroked his thigh through his chino pants and then she cupped her hand
right between his legs, and squeezed it. He looked up at her but all she
did was kiss him all over his face. He had drunk less than half of his
beer but already he was beginning to feel that he had lost touch with
reality. His cock was so hard that it ached and it just wouldn't go down.
Minette was one of the curly blondes. She sat at the piano with her eyes
closed and played the slow, plaintive notes with perfect timing and
inflection. Mme Leduc was right: she had been practicing hard. She was
almost concert standard. But if she could play like this, what was she
doing here, in this Godforsaken Canadian suburb, selling herself to any
man who wanted her?
Sophie, the redhead, stood in the middle of the floor with her toes
pointed like a ballerina. Then she swept her arms down, gathered the hem
of her nightdress, and drew it over her head. It landed on the rug with a
soft parachute rustle, leaving Sophie completely naked. She was
full-breasted but she was very slim, with narrow hips and long, long legs.
Her breasts were marbled with blueish veins and her nipples were a
startling pink that clashed with her hair. Between her legs arose a bright
red flame, although it did little to conceal the plumpness of her labia.
Sophie danced: fast, and very stylistically, Isadora Duncan on speed. She
waved her arms as if she were spinning through a storm and her breasts
responded with a wild, complicated dance of their own. She whirled around
the room, around and around. Then she covered her face with her hands and
knelt on the floor only two or three feet away from Vincent. She swayed
from side to side, staring at him as she did so, until he felt hypnotised.
Then she slowly arched backward until her shoulders were touching the rug,
and the lips of her vulva peeled apart, revealing the glistening depths of
her vagina.
As if this wasn't enough, she reached down between her legs and pulled her
lips even farther apart, exposing the tiny hole of her urethra, playing
with her clitoris and sliding her long, maniciured fingertips right inside
her. The piano music. The succulent clicking of fingers and juice.
Vincent was breathless. As he watched, and he couldn't help watching, the
blonde girl was gripping his cock through his pants, squeezing it hard and
rhythmically, and he knew that if he didn't make her stop, he was going to
be finished before he had even begun.
Suddenly Minette stood up and the music wasn't there any more. Sophie
rolled away across the rug. Mme Leduc's hands pattered together again.
'Now, perhaps, a little something to eat, before we get down to the
principal entertainment of the day?'
Vincent was trying unsuccessfully to fend off the blonde, who was licking
his neck with the flat of her tongue and trying to slide her hand down the