SNUFF (h.s.)

Chapter 04

The Grass Grows on The Graves

Candy-Candy pour me some brandy and let's groove to hooptie-dooptie-funny-funky!

The piscine was boiling over. Some jumped in from the small springboard, others sat aside splashing their feet, very few swam up and down liked trapped fish in a fishbowl and all the rest who could still fit there somehow popped up like a horror roller-coaster.

Around the pool you could see chaise longues, lying bodies – some basking in the sun, some dozing off. On the other side, there were tables with wicker umbrellas bursting from a hole at the center offering the coolest coolness. Sandals, bare feet, leather and embroidered huaraches, clogs and sabots, thongs with corky soles – everything was thrown here and there. There were foulards forgotten on empty deckchairs, caftans, linen and paisley blouses, shorts, polo shirts, golf cardigans, bikinis.

Wherever people sat around the piscine they had a cocktail as their most joyous company or – even better – some yayo while wearing colorful shades with peculiar shapes. Their hair shone, their shoulders were sunburnt, their faces boogied all the way!

There were some tables where were gathered all these who didn't snort coke. There was Sergio sitting along inside an armchair that looked like a Fabergé egg and cost as much with a velvet covering while smoking one of the finest "Apache" cigars humans ever laid their hands on.

Nora was beside him. She was smoking her own cigar as the smoke was twisting in love and turning in seduction. On her finger was a crimson, maraschino juicy ring with a twirling conch along with a pair of Felix Leiter shades before her gaze.

"So you wanna act?"

"I told you Sergie, I'm a safe bet"

"I ain't a gambler, Carmilla"

"I sucked Hendrix, what else you want me to say?"

"You sucked Hendrix?"

"I have his dick's mold in plaster", Sergio's laughter made a few heads turn, he looked at Nora and she blew puff-puff the smoke holding the cigar impressed. You don't get to hear every day that someone had made Hendrix's dick mold in plaster. Nora had never done it. She just sucked dicks; she didn't keep a souvenir afterwards like those floral, fuchsia cocks made of wood for the tourists.

"You're gonna make keepsakes with this?"

"Oh, Nora... If only you knew! In a while it'll worth millions!"

"Does it now?"

"Even now!"

"Look, Carmilla... you came all this way and I thank you", Sergio held the cigar and his pinky had a chevalier ring on, "Stay as long as you want, enjoy the party... Have some fun"

"What about the movie?"

"Let me think about it", Carmilla whiffled and pouted her thick lips, her twirled wisps rested on each cheek like two crescent moons as innocent as her rascal face. Sergio was certain that with the proper guidance he could untuck gold from this young chit's pussy.

"I'll go treat myself with a couple of your tasty cocktails"

"Please do!"

"You promise that you'll think about it?"

"Carmilla...", with the cigar between his fingers he touched her soft palm, he kissed it like an honored knight of the round table. Her expression was complacent and her perfume exceptional, "I don't break a promise, do I?"