Jon Reskind - Sir Launcelot volume 1

Susan found herself smiling in thought. It was a wonder the magnificent old place wasn't crawling with the enraged ghosts of its illustrious, one time occupants… the use it had finally come to… with the gambling, drinking, and nude dancing that took place in the casino. She had never actually seen the dancing going on, but she'd heard stories of its outright lewdness from the other waitresses, and she had seen some of the beautiful dancers, such as Lily Vance. Not that she was any prude, and she was well aware that bottomless-topless shows were all the rage even in the beer taverns, but some of the antics, props and performances that supposedly went on in entertainment of Parksburg's elite jet-set was enough to cause any normal girl to blush. Self-consciously, she felt her own cheeks flushing as she brought the Ford to a halt in the parking area, checked her sparse makeup in the rear-view mirror, then hopped out. Maybe it would be just as well if she embarrassed herself more often… it added a little color to her face. She was altogether too white-skinned anyway, she was thinking, as she walked to the side entrance and nervously took the private elevator to Mr. Bovino's apartment.

The enchanting luxury of his secluded and almost impregnable suite near overwhelmed Susan. She had expected to view plush surroundings, but nothing quite so elaborate and splendid. The man they called Silk, an evilly lecherous, smirking individual, who invariably caused a cold clamminess to creep over her whenever she saw him, met her at the door and ushered her inside to a study-like room where the reputedly notorious, blind owner sat in a huge leather chair, with his beautiful and massive seeing-eye dog seated at his feet. Max Bovino was wearing an expensive wine-colored, satin dressing-gown with very little obviously beneath it, the matted greying hair on his powerful chest in plain view above the crossed black lapels of his robe. He wore bedroom slippers, his feet propped on a large ottoman, and she saw his hairy, naked legs almost to his muscular thighs before she caught herself, jerking her eyes up to his handsome, square face that seemed to be gazing off blankly at nothing.

"This is her, Boss… Susan Sheldon," Silk said, his small eyes raking her up and down licentiously.

"Well… how do you do, Susan," Max Bovino greeted in his guttural voice, his chin high and not facing her. "Come over here and sit in this chair near me where we can talk."

"Th-Thank you," Susan managed, astonished and embarrassed at her employer's near-nakedness, as well as frightened by Silk Weaver's salacious little eyes that continued to undress her. Somehow, she folded down onto the edge of the chair that rested by the ottoman, facing the blind man, and she was near enough to reach down and pet Launcelot's great head. This, she did, to the animal's seeming delight. "What a beautiful dog," she said. "What's his name?"

"Sir Launcelot, but we call him Lonny," Max Bovino replied. "He evidently likes you… other wise he would've growled when you petted him."

Susan looked up quickly at the big-man, wondering how he had known that she had touched the animal, and as if he'd anticipated her unasked question, he said: "My hearing, my taste, my touch… all of a blind-man's remaining senses form an alliance and work together to compensate for the loss of his sight." He smiled, showing handsome, square white teeth. "The doctors told me that, Susan… but I figure it to be instinct. Anyway, what can I do for you?"

Silk had walked to a chair dropping into it off to her right, and without looking in his direction, Susan knew that he was still mentally stripping the clothes from her body. She had to steel her self to keep from jumping up and running from the room… then, Max Bovino shifted his muscular body in the chair and from where she sat she could actually see his flaccid genitals, exposed to her shocked eyes beneath the partly opened dressing gown! Good Lord! She had never felt so embarrassed in her life…

"Well…?" Max pressed. "You didn't come here just to pay me a social visit, did you, Susan?" He chuckled. "Not that I don't appreciate pretty visitors, you understand… eh, Silk?"

The scrawny man snickered lewdly. "You bet, Boss… and she's a pretty one, all right… a real China-doll."

Susan stared from one to the other, completely taken aback by their sudden and unexpected remarks. She hardly knew whether to regard them as affrontive or not… the whole unbelievable scene… his sitting there before her exhibiting his naked organs with a seeming unawareness or was he unaware? Where was that alliance of senses he'd just spoken of? And this other slimy creature with his lust-filled eyes and obscene smile.

Dear God… what had she walked into?

"P-Perhaps, I've made a mistake," Susan heard herself say as she got to her feet. "I can find my own way out, Mr. Bovino."

"Just a minute," Max snapped, leaning forward in his chair. "Let's not be in any Godamned rush, Mrs. Sheldon, eh? People who come to see me don't leave until I say so. It isn't polite… if you know what I mean. Okay?"

Momentarily, Susan felt her breath hitch in her throat. Silk had gotten to his feet and walked over behind her… between the door and herself. She had no idea what was happening, but something had suddenly taken a wrong turn. She stared at the blind-man, her lips slightly parted forebodingly. Finally, she managed to say: "I-I don't under understand, Mr. Bovino."

The big-man lay back and once more she could see his large, limp male member hanging down to the cushion of the chair over his hair-covered testicles and she swallowed in red-faced disconcertion.

"You work downstairs in the dining room, don't you?" he questioned.

"Y-Yes, I do."

"How long you been there?"

"Over a year… some fourteen months," she replied, running her tiny tongue over the delicate line of her upper lip habitually.

"Humph… while your husband was still alive, eh? Before he killed himself, that right?" Max tossed at her.

His words bore an acridness that seemed unnecessary to Susan, yet, he'd said nothing wrong. She answered with an affirmative nod of her head, then remembered that he couldn't see. "Y-Yes," she said, "He's only been dead two-months."

"What the hell did he kill himself for?" the blind-man questioned. "Yellow, or something?"

Susan gaped at him in amazed spontaneous rage. "I-I beg your pardon? Lis-Listen to me, Mr. Bovino. I-I didn't come here to be insulted or to have the memory of my husband insulted either!" she spat, tears, clouding her eyes. "Now, if you'll tell this… this creep behind me to get out of my way, I'll leave here…"

Max began to laugh uproariously, and as he laughed, Susan could see his huge flaccid member between his hairy thighs jiggle with the effort. Then, he said: "You hit it right on the head, sweetheart… creep. I like that, Silk." He continued to laugh while the scrawny man's eyes narrowed menacingly. Susan turned to read the hatred there and cringed before them, immediately sorry that she'd lost her self-control. Then, the big-man said: "But you're not going anyplace yet, baby… not 'til you and me finish our business. Now, come back here and sit down… if you want that job."

Once more, Max Bovino lay back in his chair, his crotch completely exposed now, and Susan stared at him in utter disbelief. She had convinced herself that he was entirely aware of his displayed genitals, and perhaps in some obscene way was satisfying a sexual craving, much as any exhibitionist… But if she could get the job… this was the important thing to her… certainly, she'd seen masculine organs in every state they could assume… whatever he was trying to accomplish for himself, sensual or otherwise, she'd be a fool to turn and run. God knows, she needed that job; she had to think of Nadine! Her sweet darling was all that counted… Slowly, she walked back to the chair and seated herself, trying desperately to avert her eyes from his great, limp member.