Folie a Trois

My dear friend Caspar played hide-the-potential groom today calling me from his hiding place his voice squeaky with despair. It appears the dear fellow had let the little gift of the car I had rewarded him with go to his head and in secondary moment of extreme folly accepted the bribe of another luxury car, one he had to explain to his first moment of extreme folly, the new partner that stalked his every waking moment. Convinced he was the victim of my malice he dared for one dangerous second to rage against the unmerited direction of my ire to which I pointed out rather pointedly that had he not succumbed to his greed he would have been content with one car and no partners.

Had he not been such a useful asset to me in the past I would have let him rot in the filth of his own making but since I am a kindly soul and a good friend I allowed him a little sulk before saying I would see what I could do to distract the exhausting lady of design. This of course was a blatant lie for I was enjoying the show far too much to end it and my plans were more of the add fuel to fire sort when I decided to get Nadia into the mix. The dusky songbird and I had been on the outs since she had the unwise arrogance to demand that I force Osmosis to sign her contract. I realise that while the lady had served my interests now and then I was in no way amenable to receiving orders by what I considered no more than staff in the vast network of Dubois employ. Banished to the outer regions of town she found herself singing in some smoky little club to have her songs interrupted by the clatter of balls upon the pool table. Had I not been of immediate need of her services she could have stayed competing with the juke box but my amusement at Caspar’s predicament invested me with a good will that decided it was time for her to come in from the cold.

Nadia of the velvet skin and smoky voice had often filled the void left by minxie, leaving me to damn the sexual fire our skirmishes would build in me, after an encounter with my newly lethal cousin I was in dire need of some sexual healing, the type only a mistress who understood pain could provide. If I could not whip the soft flesh of my pretty minx then every other woman in the world could fill in for her until our final clash, but one way or another I would have my desires sated. A cautious Nadia responded to my request for she had learned the wisdom of what happens after one makes a demand of me and when I said I had a little fun in store for her and a much nicer place of employ in mind she happily moved back on up to the Southside of town.

Poor dear unsuspecting Caspar was now going to be plagued not by two but three women as there is nothing I enjoy more than a public showdown of venomous guttersnipes and these three ladies would frighten the salt out of sailors. Had Mr. Porn a decent prenuptial in place I would have invited him along for the ride but since the well-being of his empire relied upon him remaining married to the spectacle he called a wife I left him to his own devices. I spent the remnant of the day considering how to provide the town with a show amusing enough to return minxie and I to the shadows for some business does not do well in the light of day and our business was certainly not of the kind that would tolerate close inspection by any light.

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