“No trade? Oh, hell then … I couldn’t help him out. No, Alf, any time I hand over a cunt I have to get something back. Doesn’t he have a jackknife?”
“He has a sister-in-law.”
“I don’t know, Alf. Sisters-in-law are mighty undependable … . you have to know your people pretty well. Besides, you know these Spanish cunts yourself.
Didn’t I get a knife just because you threw one over too fast? You can’t give these spics the go-bye, just pass them around the way you can an American girl or a Russian. They don’t have the temperament, you’re taking a chance with them.”
“Well, Jesus, Jesus, Ernest, look at some of the things I’ve done for you… .
Didn’t I fix it up for you with Tania? Yes, and her brother too … . and how about Anna? My God, isn’t it time that you did something for me? It isn’t as though I were asking you for some cunt that you really wanted or liked… .”
“Hold on now, Alf… where did you get the idea that I didn’t want this cunt?
She’s a fine cunt and she has an ass on her that broad. Why Christ, if I hand her over to this frog friend of yours, he’ll never appreciate what he’s getting. Shit, she’ll lick his boots for him if he wants her to … . any old boot will do … she’ll take it home and lick it there… .”
“Just so she fucks, that’s all he wants. He isn’t looking for anything fancy, Ernest… All he wants is somebody to go to bed with him and talk Spanish in her sleep.”
Ernest finally says that he’ll see what can be done about it. And when the Hell, he wants to know, is he going to meet my rich American friends? If he had any rich American friends he’d have introduced me long ago… Well, that’s something I’ll have to see about: maybe Sam and I will run into him in a cafe.
“Listen, to Hell with the husband. I want to meet the wife. You tell her that you have a friend who wants to show her Paris; the real Paris, the Paris of Villon, of Mallet, of Guy de Maupassant… Tell her I’ll show her the Regecem where Napoleon played chess … and Alexhine too, the champion … does she like chess?
Does she like to eat? I’ll take her to dinner … she pays… . Oh, we’ll have a fine time together! Tell her I’ll take her to a place in the Place de l’Odeon called the
‘Sucking Pig,’ only in French, then to coffee on the boulevards … perhaps the boul’ Mich’ where she can see the students… Listen, Alf you must be busy taking the husband around… . . I’ll show her a good time: ‘here you can get a lovely soft Chambertin; there they make an entrecôte Bercy … oo, la, la!’ Why not? Does she like books? I’ll take her to the stalls … there’s a motherly old soul in a black apron … and a shawl … who left off drinking a bowl of bread soup to sell me Brantome’s ‘Gay Ladies’ at thirty francs, the crook! My first day in Paris, too … I want to get even with that old witch … I’ll take her to the Capucins and she can look at the Baron de Rothschild … or maybe she knows the Baron. Does she like art? Look, you tell her that I have a lovely engraving in my hotel… . ‘The Last Roll-Call of the Girondins in the Conciergerie’ it’s called … Does she like politics?
We’ll sit somewhere in the rue du 4 Septembre with La Verité under our arms and talk about Trotsky … . look, I can say all the right things about politics… ‘I believe that perpetual revolution is the only cure for thermidorian degeneration’
… . ‘Without a Robespierre we will have no ninth thermidor’ … Does she like to listen to stuff like that? When am I going to meet her?”
“What about blackmail?” Arthur wants to know. “Maybe if Ernest took her around he could find out something that she doesn’t want her husband to know.”
Arthur would probably try to blackmail his grandmother for going to bed with his grandfather … Ernest tells him that he should not talk that way … . someone is liable to think he’s serious and turn him over to the police!
“Just fix it so that I can meet that rich cunt.” Ernest says, “I’ll show her how to have fun again … I’ll make her young…”
Jean has been to my place and, finding me gone, left a note saying that she may be found in the bar around the corner. I go there and discover her at a table with a dark, tired-looking Lesbian who has been buying her Amer-Picons.
“They always hang around me,” Jean says while we’re walking back to my place. “Even if the place is full of women, you’ll find all the Lesbians at my table.
It’s as though I wore a little ticket … . do you suppose they have some way of sniffing out each other’s girl friends?”
No need to ask why Jean has come to see me … she runs up the stairs ahead of me, wiggling her cute ass at me, hurrying a bit faster when I reach up to pinch it. She’s looking for a lay, and those Amer-Picons have made her anxious to get it as soon as possible. While I’m finding the right key for the door she’s tickling my crotch … She intended to come and see me before this, she says, but Billie has kept her very busy … . and she’s had to be nice to Billie recently because of certain complications… …
Is one of her complications named Tania, I ask? Ah… . . Tania, that very young, very bad, little bitch? Jean kisses me, running her tongue, which is sticky with the first glass of wine, over my lips and into my mouth. Yes, Tania has been complicating things … . she and that other, that very, very young girl. They’re both so young … . and so pretty: but so bad and so complicating … . .
Jean is wearing a sweater which is so tight that her nippies show … and her skirt is so close around her hips that in front there is a bulge where her bush must be… Feeling her up with those clothes on is to feel her up with nothing on at all. You can really get acquainted with a cunt in an outfit like that … . put your hand on her belly and you feel her navel; let it drop a little and you find a slit under your fingers… . She sits on my lap, and I’ve played with everything without even reaching under her skirt… . .
Jean tries to explain things to me. With Billie, she says, girls like Tania and the other one, Snuggles, are a vice. Like a man, Billie likes to get a very young girl and play with her, tell her pretty lies, and seduce her; make a bad girl of her.
It’s a game, just like the one men play, getting them early, innocent and teaching them all manner of vice… . But in Tania, Billie has found competition … that too-wise bitch is as imaginative, if not so clever, as herself, and she is corrupting the younger girl at an amazing rate. So Billie and Tania, competitors of a sort, play with Snuggles as girls play with a doll. They teach her all manner of dirty things because she is innocent … . but when they lie together, Tania and Billie, they are wise and experienced; they play like grown cats play, not like kittens, warily, and sometimes showing their claws… . .
Which is not exactly the same story which Tania told me, but which helps to round off the picture of what is going on among that gang of cunt suckers. Jean plays in their games too, but she is still more of an observer than anything else …
. because she’s Billie’s mistress. The etiquette of vice is very complicated… .
Jean has grown tired of being felt up. She pulls up her skirt and wraps one naked leg around me, feeling in my pants for something to tickle herself with.
When she gets my dong out she sticks it against her bush and, with both arms around my neck, sits and rocks back and forth while she faces me, sitting on my lap. She has a tiny pair of pants on, but my prick slides up under them and rubs back and forth against that hairy mouth … . up and down, without ever going into it… .
She wants her teats played with. What good has it been for her to work on them all these years, plan for their future, give them the best of care, if I’m not going to play with them? So off comes the pullover sweater, under which there is nothing at all but Jean… That’s how we’re sitting when Tania comes to the door…
…
Jean knows it’s Tania as soon as I do … she always knocks in the same way.
But we haven’t time even to pretend that we’re not there, because Tania tries the door and finds it open. In she walks, and Jean and I are still there with our tails touching and our mouths open.
Well, well … . Tania waltzes around the room… . . Romance, romance! She didn’t know that she’d find anyone
