Paranormal Erotic Romance Box Set (25 page)

Judah Roderick was a man for which the word dichotomy was
created. Equally interested in thermodynamics and carousing, Judah invited some
of the prostitutes who worked the Cape to stay with the men at the hotel. On
July 21, 1949, he organized an all-night billiards and drinking party in the
Games Room.

Things got out of hand as Judah and the head of the
Physics Department, Michael Gold, got into a heated debate about whether
billiard balls were still being manufactured with nitrocellulose. Judah
Roderick stated emphatically that nitrocellulose was still used in the
manufacture of billiards balls. Michael Gold said he was infinitely positive
that the combustible plastic was no longer being used.

To prove his point, Michael smashed a billiard ball on the
table. But Michael Gold made a grave error as the ball exploded in his hand on
impact and he lost four fingers and most of his hand. However, he fared much
better than his colleague Judah Roderick. A pointed shard of the ball became a
lethal projectile and torpedoed through Judah’s left eye and into his brain.

As it turns out, Michael Gold was right. The manufacturing
of billiard balls with nitrocellulose had ceased, however, the set of billiard
balls that they had in their possession was the first set obtained for the
Battleroy in 1891, when nitrocellulose was still being used in their
manufacture.

The saddest I felt all night after hearing the stories of
those who wanted to share at that moment, was when I met Andy Larabee.

“I’m very pleased to make your acquaintance, Sophia,” Andy
said as he came forward to tell me his story. “I’ve heard wonderful things
about you.”

Andy Larabee came to the Battleroy Hotel on November 12,
1918 from Lynchburg, Virginia with his parents Marshall and Geneva Larabee.

One afternoon while his parents spoke to the manager of
the Battleroy in the lobby, Andy walked outside and stared at the fall leaves
swirling around in the swimming pool. He spotted a particularly large, golden
leaf and decided he wanted to present that leaf to his mother. But he
underestimated how far the leaf was from the edge of the pool and as he bent
over to grab it, he plunged into the water. A combination of the fact that he
wasn’t a strong swimmer and the frigid temperature of the water caused his
unfortunate death by drowning within minutes and before Mr. and Mrs. Larabee
realized their son was missing.

After he told me his story, I studied Andy Larabee in his
odd-looking suit as he walked away.

“He’s a midget,” I said.

“No,” James said and chuckled, “he’s a child.”

“Impossible,” I said craning my neck as I tried to locate
Andy in the crowd. “He speaks like a man.”

“Because we can still be taught and we still learn. Andy
is educated by some of the most brilliant thinkers here. Seriously, the kid can
string scientific theorem together faster than Judah Roderick--they have
contests.”

“But, he’s just a boy. Don’t tell me he’s left on his own,
that he has to fend for himself.”

“No one here fends for themselves. We all take care of
each other. But make no mistake, Andy Larabee is not to be pitied. He’s a very
well-adjusted, loved and extremely bright child.”

“He’s just a boy,” I said. “Death shouldn’t come for
children.”

“Death comes for children,” James said and put his arm
around my shoulders. “Always has, always will. At least he’s here where he has
a chance at this life and not in a place where the best he can hope for is to
be compost for someone’s vegetable garden.”

“His parents must have been devastated,” I said.

“That’s not for you to worry about, Sophia. There is
nothing left for you to worry about. Get used to it. Come on,” James said and
dragged me toward the party, “it’s time for fun.”

“Your daughter is old enough to do what she
pleases...she likes to fuck, loves to fuck...she was born to fuck, and if you
do not wish to be fucked yourself, the best thing for you to do is to let her
do what she wants.”

Marquis de Sade

We stayed in the rose garden for hours...drinking with
friends, dancing, laughing. It was like, well, a party.

An impromptu stage was set up and Mica Morrison, who was
much more comfortable communicating through music than words, played his fiddle
while everyone danced and his equally non-verbal girlfriend, Sherry Finnegan
looked on adoringly, as if Mica were Mick Jagger.

Every time that niggling notion that I shouldn’t be having
fun tried to burrow into me like a worm, I tried my best to back it off.

“So, what do you think?” James said over the noise.

“I think this is the first time ever where I didn’t spend
the majority of my time scanning my brain to find something that I should be
worried about.”

“Huh?” James said and leaned into me. “How’s that?”

“Well, did you ever feel guilty for having fun? Like you
didn’t deserve it because you’d done something bad or you were wasting time or
there were starving babies in Pago Pago and you had no right?” I said.

“You met Dr. Newlander the psychiatrist, no? Perhaps you
should talk to him,” James said and winked.

“Man, not even understood in death. I thought you got me,”
I said and pushed my arms inside James’ suit jacket and wrapped them around his
waist.

“Oh, I got you alright. As a matter of fact, I think we
should go back up to the tower so I can get you some more.”

“I like that,” I said and looked around the garden, “but
now? I mean, everyone is still here. What will they think if I leave my own
party before they do? It’s rude.”

“They will think,” James said and raked his fingers up and
down my robe, “that we’re going to fuck and they’ll be deliriously happy.”

“I don’t know, I don’t want to make anyone angry on my
first night.”

“A neurotic ghost,” James said and rolled his eyes as he
stepped up on the stage.

“Excuse me everyone, may I have your attention?” James
said over the noise. “Thank you. Sophia really appreciates all of you, but she
wants to go back to her room now and I’m going to fuck her until she passes
out. Is that okay with everyone?”

They all cheered and clapped and after a quick round of
goodbyes, James and I were in the lobby and waiting for the elevator to take us
up to the tower.

“Well, that was subtle,” I said to James as I looked
around the deserted lobby. “This place is creepy at night.”

“Yes,” James said and kissed my neck, “and it is we who
are the creeps! I will fuck you until you pass out, you know.”

“Yes, I’m counting on it.”

The car door of the elevator opened and James and I
stepped inside.

“Hold the car!” A man called out before he appeared at the
door. “May we join you?”

It was Patrick Lucien and Céline.

“Oh, Sophia, you were amazing!” Céline said as she
stumbled through the door of the elevator. “Wasn’t she amazing, Patrick?”

“Absolutely,” Patrick said as he walked toward me, his
dark eyes blazing and kissed my hand, “amazing.”

The doors to the elevator closed and Patrick put his hand
around Céline’s throat and pushed her across the car until she slammed into the
wall.

“Oh, boy,” Céline said as Patrick ravaged her neck, “I
think Heinrich spiked the punch with too much rum. What do you think, darling?”

“I think it was perfect,” Patrick said as he unbuttoned
Céline’s white blouse.

I watched Patrick and Céline grinding against one another
and was very turned on by the scene. I backed into James’ body and as I wiggled
my ass against him, I felt he was aroused too. I lifted my arms over my head
and put them around the back of his neck and dug my fingernails into his skin.
He breathed heavily into my ear as he untied the sash on my red robe and peeled
it apart, exposing my body.

“Patrick,” Céline said, “turn around and look at her.
Doesn’t she have an amazing body?”

Patrick turned around and stared at me, I looked directly
into his obsidian eyes and he winked.

“Gorgeous, darling,” Patrick said and turned back to
Céline. “Fucking gorgeous.”

Patrick stood back a bit from Céline and pulled her big
tits out of her white lace bra. He brought one of her tits to his lips and
flicked his tongue back and forth over her hard, pink nipple.

“Oh, I love it when you do that,” Céline said.

James placed his palms over my tits and ran his hands slowly
down my body as I moved my ass back and forth against his cock. He pushed his
knee between my legs and parted them wide. He placed his fingers between my
legs and rubbed my wet flesh.

“So fucking wet,” James said in my ear as I grinded
against him.

I watched Patrick suck on Céline’s nipple and she threw
her head back and dug her fingernails into his back.

James pulled up on the hood that covered my clit with is
fingers and held it back and the swollen bud popped out. He held his palm it
front of my mouth.

“Lick it,” he said.

“Yes, lick it,” Céline said as she watched over Patrick’s
shoulder.

I pressed my tongue to James’ smooth palm and licked it up
and down. James brought his hand down and his wet palm grazed back and forth
against my sensitive clit.

“Yes,” I said as I leaned against James’ hard body.
“More.”

Céline and Patrick stopped what they were doing with each
other and watched what James did to me.

“Look at how wet she is,” Patrick said as Céline rubbed
his cock over his suit pants. “Man, she flows.”

“I want a taste,” Céline said as she stared into my eyes.

“I bet you do, my beautiful little whore,” Patrick said as
he stared at me and smiled. “I bet you do.”

“Then, come have a taste,” I said as James rubbed my pussy
faster.

Céline slid down the wall to her knees and crawled toward
me.

She knelt in front of my legs and grabbed the back of my
thighs. She raked her long nails up and down the back of my legs and brought
her face toward me. James took his hands off my pussy and dragged them back up
my body until his fingers came to my nipples.

Céline brought her mouth to the inside of my thigh and ran
her lips up my leg as she rose up on her knees. She clawed at my ass and then
brought her fingers to my pussy and probed my wet skin with her fingertips.

“Such a beautiful pussy you have, Sophia,” Céline said as
she looked up at me. “Such a pretty cunt.”

Céline brought her mouth close to me and ran the tip of
her tongue between the folds of my pussy and swirled it around my clit. My legs
trembled as she lapped at my pussy as I imagine she used to lap at her bowl of
cream.

“Goddamn,” James said as he watched Céline lick me, “if
that is not the most beautiful sight, I don’t know what is.”

“Fuck,” I said and grabbed the back of James’ neck as he
pinched my nipples, “that feels so fucking good.”

“And it looks so fucking good,” Patrick said.

Céline came up on her knees and stood in front of me. Her
full lips were glossy with my wetness and she smiled as she grabbed the back of
my head and pulled me in to kiss her.

“Sweet as honey. Taste,” Céline said as she pressed her
lips to mine.

“They should join us, Sophia,” James said into my ear as
Céline kissed me.

“Yes,” I said. “You both should join us.”

“Smashing idea,” Patrick said and threw Céline over his
shoulder as the elevator doors opened into the Alchemy Suite. “Lovely night for
a ménage à quatre.”

“Drinks?” Patrick said.

“Sounds good,” James said as he took off his jacket and
flung it over a club chair. “Bring them into the bedroom. Ladies?”

James led Céline and I into the bedroom and we sat on the
bed. He stood in front of us and loosened his tie.

“Well, this is an unexpected and fortuitous development,
isn’t it?”

“Yes it is,” Céline giggled and kissed me on the cheek.

“And should we ask sweet Sophia if this is going to be
strange for her?” James said and stroked my cheek.

“Stranger than us?” I said and smiled. “Not at all. I
wouldn’t have invited them if I didn’t want to.”

“Sophia?” James said and knelt at my feet.

“Yes, no discomfort allowed,” Patrick said as he balanced
four rocks glasses filled with scotch in his hand. “Well, unless you’re into it
like my sassy little slut.”

Céline laughed and took a glass from Patrick. I raised my
hand up to Patrick who handed me a glass of scotch. I drained the glass in one
swallow and handed it back to him.

“A professional, I see,” Patrick said and chuckled. “And
here I thought I was the only one.”

Patrick passed the rest of the drinks around and James
drank his down as quickly as I had and placed the glass on the floor. He put
his hands on my knees and parted my legs and I shrugged my robe off my
shoulders.

“I seem to be the only one undressed,” I said.

“Right,” James said and rose from the floor.

I scooted back on the bed and watched as James, Céline and
Patrick took their clothes off.

“My God, you are beautiful, Sophia,” Patrick said as
Céline fell to her knees on the floor in front of Patrick’s hard cock.

“Thank you,” I said as James sucked on my toes.

Céline sucked the head of Patrick’s cock into her mouth.
His hands gripped the back of her head and pushed her toward him until his
entire cock was in her mouth and her lips pressed against his body. Patrick
tugged on Céline’s hair and dragged her mouth to the tip of his cock and then
pushed her toward him again until her mouth was around the base.

James crawled up my body and kissed me. Then he looked
into my eyes as he stroked my hair.

“I’ve decided something,” he said.

“You have? What have you decided?”

James pressed his body against mine and kissed the side of
my neck.

“I’ve decided that I do not want you to fuck Patrick.”