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

front of his pants. 'You're wet,' she breathed. 'Your shorts are wet. I
can feel it.'
'Yes, food!' Baubay enthused. 'I hope you made some of your crabcakes,
Violette! Vincent, you should try Violette's crabcakes! And her
andouilles!'
'I want to try your andouille,' the blonde breathed in Vincent's ear, and
then draped her hair all over his head, so that he was tangled in it,
suffocated in it.


They sat at a long table covered in an extravagantly long white linen
cloth that poured over their knees and trailed across the floor. The
windows of this room, too, were covered by bleached white blinds. Mme
Leduc sat at the head of the table, and the girls sat along either side.
Vincent and Baubay sat side by side, each of them being cossetted and
spoonfed by the girls next to them. The food was like nothing that Vincent
had ever eaten before: not all at the same meal, anyway. Cold spiced beef
and fruit-flavoured jellies; salads with endive and oranges; crabcakes
served with fragments of honeycomb. There was a strange fried flatfish
stuffed with peaches, and bowls of clear chilled soup that tasted like
women's sexual juices lightly flavoured with cilantro.
The shy brunette sat on the opposite end of the table, eating only a
little and saying nothing at all. Vincent deliberately stared at her while
he ate, but she never once raised her eyes to look at him. The blonde
sitting next to him reached beneath the flowing tablecloth and started to
massage him between the legs again. When he was hard, she jerkily tugged
down his zipper and took out his erection, her fingers running up and down
it like a piccolo player. He suddenly realised that he was beginning to
enjoy himself.
'Do you think you could love me?' she asked him, in a hoarse, dirty
whisper.
He kissed her on the lips. 'You don't exactly make it easy to say no.'
'But do you think you could really love me? Or any of us?'
'What? And marry you? And take you away from all this?'
She shook her head. 'You could never do that, ever.'
'But you're not going to do this for the rest of your life, are you? I
mean, how old are you?'
'Eighteen.'
'There you are, then. One day you'll meet the right guy, and you'll be
able to put all of this behind you.'
Again she shook her head. Vincent tried to kiss her again, but this time
she raised her fingertips and pressed them against his lips.
Mme Leduc stood up and tapped her spoon against her wine-glass, so that it
rang. 'There!' she said. 'We have fed very well ... now for some other
pleasures. Francois, have you chosen who you would like to share your
afternoon?'
Baubay put his arm around Sophie's shoulders. 'I can never resist a
redhead, Violette, especially when she is a redtail, too.'
'And perhaps Minette to accompany her?' asked Mme Leduc.
'Wonderful! But not on the piano, this time!'