Authors note: this was all inspired by Obeythebunny's beautiful fan art- obeythebunny./33897.html?view470633#t470633
If you like it, I will continue it.
The BooshFather
Chapter one
"The Boss is happy tonight."
"Yeah, dat liddle piece of his gonna be happy too, I reckon," said the second man with a leer. The two men were big, bald, and looked uncomfortable in their tailored beige suits. They were standing either side of a large, baize covered door, in a rather dull hallway, the carpet was a self-satisfied shade of nutmeg, and the walls a bilious mustard. Pictures of hunting scenes and moorland landscapes adorned the walls, in a muted fashion, gathering dust.
"You know Vina's a chum, doncha Davey?"
"Nah, I heard that but that makes no sense, Nemo. I ain't as thick as two of them things they make fences out of."
"Hello Boys."
The men startled, and tried to look respectable.
"Vina…The Boss is expecting you," stammered Davey, opening the door as Vina sashayed past them, hips swaying lasciviously. From the high heeled spats, black, tight fitting trousers, to the purple and red mink jacket, the angular, pale face with its cat-like blue eyes, the carefully careless black locks, Vina was gorgeous, to anyone. Very few people who worked for the Professor ever disputed why He wanted this delicious treat around at the end of his tiring day. Those who did soon found themselves at the wrong end of a Tommy gun, or in a pair of concrete boots.
"Thanks Boys, I'll let Harry know he's being guarded by such…gallant gents." Vina replied in a sultry voice, flicking ash from an ebony cigarette holder onto Nemo's shoulder and letting the door close behind.
"Harry Tiberius Judas Moon, do you ever stop working?" Vina giggled as he pranced over to the Professor's cluttered desk.
"I should never have told you what those initials stood for." Harry said, wiping his forehead with a lace handkerchief and ticking it in his waistcoat pocket fastidiously. "You are getting ash all over my correspondence. Did you talk to Sampson, like I asked?"
"Sure I did, Proff. It's all sorted for tomorrow night. Are we going into the club tonight? You know they want me to sing again."
"New York soon tires of novelty my pretty one, and I'd sooner have you all to myself; but if you wish I can spare an hour to mingle with the commoners. Larry "big face" Edison is our star guest tonight- I cant miss that." He said as Vina straightened his necktie, and then dusted off the ash. Vina pouted his luscious cherry lips at his lover. "I want another mink, honey. This one is so yesterday. Leroy told me that blue mink is what's really hot right now."
"Since when does our Waiter know anything about fashion? At least he makes a good flirtini."
"Too bad that the gin gives you gut rot, darlin', you might get to like it."
"Well, what ever Teacher's Pet wants, he gets. Now, let me get some work done, and git!"
Vina looked up at Harry adoringly and held his lips up for a tender kiss. Harry reciprocated by drawing his lover closer, hands grasping that pert behind firmly.
"Shall we? They have that magician on in an hour; that's just enough time…" Vina said, leading him by the hand into the adjoining bedroom….
