28-03-2019, 03:07 PM
Centuries ago, the late Count's ancestors had used this room for plotting wars against their neighbors. Located in the center of the castle and made with thick stone walls, it doubled as a final fallback position if the castle were overrun and had a hidden passage to an escape tunnel. Helen always found it a good place to think, and she'd had it converted into a study.
A large TV on one wall played the video of Troy and Julie's wedding three weeks ago. La Contessa sat in a Louis XIV chair with a cigarette in one hand and a remote control in the other, occasionally pausing the video to study some detail she'd noticed.
She'd stopped at the point where the priest asked if the best man had the rings. Everyone laughed when Julie lifted her finger in a "just a moment" gesture, side-stepped over to the best man's spot next to Troy and gave him the rings, then went back to the bride's spot so they could exchange them. Julie had looked toward her as she returned to the position and Helen could have sworn she winked.
She mainly looked for the moments where one of the two of them looked toward her seat. Most of the people who knew them might just see the happiness of the special day on their faces, but someone who knew them both as long and as intimately as Helen had could see more. She fast-forwarded to the kiss, and then paused again as the two of them turned and the priest introduced Mr. & Ms. Equals to all assembled. At that moment, the two had looked directly at her, and she studied their faces again.
Helen set the remote on a table next to the chair and took a drag of her cigarette as her other hand idly trailed down between her legs. They were both gorgeous; there was no question of that. Knowing smiles were on their faces. She looked down to their hands. Yes, they were holding hands, which was only to be expected. Everyone was so happy for them. Despite herself, Helen was happy for them as well. But that look they shared and the handhold with the fingers interlocking told her that they'd already figured out how they were going to get back at her for the prank the night before.
And now they were here in San Finzione, ready to put their plan into action. She couldn't wait. She had been brushing her nether lips through the fabric of the dress she wore and was slowly hiking it up to gain unrestricted access when the number she'd given the Prefect of security officer rang. With a huff, she took a last drag of her cigarette and answered.
"Speak," was all she said to the person on the other end.
"Si, Contessa. One of my officers just called from the Hotel de Finzione. A couple checked into the honeymoon suite giving the name Equals. They went straight up to their room and have not left since."
"They ARE a honeymooning couple, Prefect. That much is to be expected. Let me know the moment they leave." She ended the call and texted Maria, the walls of the room being too thick for the hand bell to be heard outside. The maid stepped into the room and stood by the Contessa's side, awaiting instruction. Helen took hold of Maria's shoulder and guided her down to her knees. She offered no resistance as she shuffled on her knees to position herself between La Contessa's open legs.
Helen stared at the paused image of her oldest friends and former lovers holding hands as the young maid went to work on her slit. Of course they checked into a hotel instead of coming to the castle. It'd hardly do to show up on her doorstep with revenge in mind. But even if they HAD come just as friends, they wouldn't have "imposed." Heh, imposed...
If they just thought like her ("Mmm, yeah."), if they understood what a gift the three of them shared; she'd have sent her jet to collect them, limo and security officer escort at the airport, red carpets would have been rolled out, the ceremonial cannons on the castle walls would have been fired in salute. The party would have gone on ("Ooh, good, Maria.") for days. Champagne, caviar, cocaine, any hot piece of ass that caught their eyes; all would have flowed like... ("Fuck, yes.") well, like the wine that would ALSO be flowing as much as the other things. ("Just like that, Maria.") "Troy & Julie Day" would become a national holiday.
She looked into Julie's eyes, remembering seeing those eyes gazing up at her like Maria's were now, feeling that tongue. Maria was good, but nobody was Julie good. ("Yeah, yeah.") Then she looked over at Troy. ("Oh, fuck, more!") Her eyes fixed on the bulge in his tuxedo pants. She remembered what he was hiding in there. The thought of having both of them in her bed again ("Yes, Troy, Yes!"), brought her over the edge with a long, loud sigh.
Maria produced a wet washcloth and cleaned La Contessa's snatch, the chair, and her own face. Helen gazed into her eyes.
"Forget what you have just done."
The maid blinked, unable to place the taste on her lips, then stopped thinking about it. "Si, La Contessa. How may I serve you?"
"Lunch. Surprise me. I imagine we'll have a few surprises soon.
* * *
A large TV on one wall played the video of Troy and Julie's wedding three weeks ago. La Contessa sat in a Louis XIV chair with a cigarette in one hand and a remote control in the other, occasionally pausing the video to study some detail she'd noticed.
She'd stopped at the point where the priest asked if the best man had the rings. Everyone laughed when Julie lifted her finger in a "just a moment" gesture, side-stepped over to the best man's spot next to Troy and gave him the rings, then went back to the bride's spot so they could exchange them. Julie had looked toward her as she returned to the position and Helen could have sworn she winked.
She mainly looked for the moments where one of the two of them looked toward her seat. Most of the people who knew them might just see the happiness of the special day on their faces, but someone who knew them both as long and as intimately as Helen had could see more. She fast-forwarded to the kiss, and then paused again as the two of them turned and the priest introduced Mr. & Ms. Equals to all assembled. At that moment, the two had looked directly at her, and she studied their faces again.
Helen set the remote on a table next to the chair and took a drag of her cigarette as her other hand idly trailed down between her legs. They were both gorgeous; there was no question of that. Knowing smiles were on their faces. She looked down to their hands. Yes, they were holding hands, which was only to be expected. Everyone was so happy for them. Despite herself, Helen was happy for them as well. But that look they shared and the handhold with the fingers interlocking told her that they'd already figured out how they were going to get back at her for the prank the night before.
And now they were here in San Finzione, ready to put their plan into action. She couldn't wait. She had been brushing her nether lips through the fabric of the dress she wore and was slowly hiking it up to gain unrestricted access when the number she'd given the Prefect of security officer rang. With a huff, she took a last drag of her cigarette and answered.
"Speak," was all she said to the person on the other end.
"Si, Contessa. One of my officers just called from the Hotel de Finzione. A couple checked into the honeymoon suite giving the name Equals. They went straight up to their room and have not left since."
"They ARE a honeymooning couple, Prefect. That much is to be expected. Let me know the moment they leave." She ended the call and texted Maria, the walls of the room being too thick for the hand bell to be heard outside. The maid stepped into the room and stood by the Contessa's side, awaiting instruction. Helen took hold of Maria's shoulder and guided her down to her knees. She offered no resistance as she shuffled on her knees to position herself between La Contessa's open legs.
Helen stared at the paused image of her oldest friends and former lovers holding hands as the young maid went to work on her slit. Of course they checked into a hotel instead of coming to the castle. It'd hardly do to show up on her doorstep with revenge in mind. But even if they HAD come just as friends, they wouldn't have "imposed." Heh, imposed...
If they just thought like her ("Mmm, yeah."), if they understood what a gift the three of them shared; she'd have sent her jet to collect them, limo and security officer escort at the airport, red carpets would have been rolled out, the ceremonial cannons on the castle walls would have been fired in salute. The party would have gone on ("Ooh, good, Maria.") for days. Champagne, caviar, cocaine, any hot piece of ass that caught their eyes; all would have flowed like... ("Fuck, yes.") well, like the wine that would ALSO be flowing as much as the other things. ("Just like that, Maria.") "Troy & Julie Day" would become a national holiday.
She looked into Julie's eyes, remembering seeing those eyes gazing up at her like Maria's were now, feeling that tongue. Maria was good, but nobody was Julie good. ("Yeah, yeah.") Then she looked over at Troy. ("Oh, fuck, more!") Her eyes fixed on the bulge in his tuxedo pants. She remembered what he was hiding in there. The thought of having both of them in her bed again ("Yes, Troy, Yes!"), brought her over the edge with a long, loud sigh.
Maria produced a wet washcloth and cleaned La Contessa's snatch, the chair, and her own face. Helen gazed into her eyes.
"Forget what you have just done."
The maid blinked, unable to place the taste on her lips, then stopped thinking about it. "Si, La Contessa. How may I serve you?"
"Lunch. Surprise me. I imagine we'll have a few surprises soon.
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