Ch. 10: Swim the Warm Waters
Wow, it' been a while. But a reader by the name of RHPSisLIFE requested that I post the next chapter to this fic. RHPSisLIFE (love the name by the way), you are the second person to request something from me and for that I say "thank you!"
Another summer night fell over New York City. People still roamed the streets, lights still flashed and beckoned, and adventurous hearts still sought out entertainment. And in the hotel known as The Palace, entertainment was practically radiating from the building.
Harold and Mary, recently arrived from England, had to admit that they were impressed with the design of the new hotel. However, the idea of what was going on inside the hotel (scandalous activities neither wanted to dwell on) made them furious.
"How could a girl from a family like the Dalsons sink so low?" Mary lamented as she and her husband climbed the steps.
"Humph. Kids these days," was Harold's only comment.
The couple soon faced the large oaken door, behind which they could hear wild music playing Harold raised a huge beefy fist and pounded on the wood.
"Open in there! We need to talk to Dr. Futer!"
At first, there was no response and so Harold kept up his pounding. All at once, however, the door swung open and Harold nearly right on top of a hunch-backed male servant with stringy blond hair.
"Awfully eager, aren't you?" Riff Raff gave Harold a knowing smirk. "Would you and your.. Female like to come inside?" Any indignity Mary could have mustered up was swept away as the strait-laced couple was swept inside the hotel. The music volume intensified and laughter joined it. Riff raff led the couple down the hall towards what Harold and Mary could only surmise was the grand ballroom, not speaking a word.
"I take it you're under the employment of Dr. Futer?" Harold asked.
"I am."
"Then I take it you know that he is harboring Kayla Dlason?"
"Kayla is here of her own free will. She is no one's… prisoner." There was an unmistakable tone of amusement in Riff Raff's voice.
"A girl of her social standing should not be dallying among…" Mary seemed lost for words.
"Are you not seeker of pleasure?"
"My God, man, there is a lady present!" Harold snapped, gesturing at his wife.
"Hmmm. Well, come in and join the party. You'll find Kayla there, and the Mater as well." Riff pushed open the doors of the ballroom and allowed the couple to enter.
The whole room was filled with people of all ages, dressed in gaudy costumes, laughing, dancing, singing, eating, drinking, and most of all, loving to their hearts' content. Couples hugged, kissed, even fondled with little or no regard for who was watching. While this was not in the least bit shocking for Transylvanians, the scene nearly caused the eyes of Harold and Mary to pop out of their skulls.
In the center of the room, a man (or least they thought it was a man) was dancing with a girl. The man was garbed in a black corset, black satin underwear, a garter belt, fishnet stockings, and stiletto heels. His face was heavily made up and his gloved hand clutched the girl tightly.
The young lady, meanwhile, was wearing a green sequined corset, a pair of tiny black shorts, fishnet stocking, and low black shows with white socks. Her long dark hair was in a high ponytail and her face had only the barest hint of make-up. However, as she glanced at the stunned couple, she was instantly recognizable. Both Harold and Mary only had time to be horrified over the fact that Kayla Dalson was dancing with a transvestite before said transvestite called out,
"It seems we have new guests! Magenta, bring them some of our best stock!"
Before either could protest, a scantily-dressed maid sidled up to them with a glass of what appeared to be red wine in each hand.
"Enjoy," she told them before rejoining the party and cozying up to Riff Raff.
"Dr. Futer!" Harold began.
"Don't worry; I'll get to you!" Frank called.
With no other choice left to them, Harold and Mary each took a sip of the wine. To their surprise, the wine was very fruity and warm, unlike anything they'd ever tasted. Within seconds, they'd finished their glasses and given refills by another guest.
Soon, everything in the room became blurry, a long seething mass of bright colors. Harold and Mary were swept into the mass, heads reeling pleasantly. Perhaps they should have realized that they were drunk, but for the time being, they were too busy swimming the warm water of sins of the flesh.
Harold groaned as light pierced through his eyelids. Hi head thumped like crazy and the taste in his mouth was thick and sour.
"Uggh," he moaned. The rim of a cup was set against his lips and the large man drank thirstily. The liquid was cool and sweet and seemed to absolve the fierce pounding in his skull. A cool rag swam over his sweaty face and a voice asked,
"Feeling better?" Harold open his eyes to see none other than Kayla bending over him A mere second told him that he was lying spread-eagled on the floor and that his clothing was sweat-stained and quite loosened.
"Wha- What happened? Kayla?" The girl gave him a wry grin.
"Very good. Although, I doubt I'm the last person to say that."
"What're you-?" Some of Harold's bluster was returning.
"What do you think happened? You gave yourself over to pleasure quite well."
"Gave myself over to… Are you saying we-?" Harold was horrified.
"Of course not! YOU were drunk, not me. Actually, I was the only person in the castle you didn't sleep with." Harold was making hitching motions in his throat as Kayla continued.
"Yes, you were a big hit with the ladies last night. The guys too."
"WHAT?" Kayla giggled.
"It's your own fault."
"I was drugged!"
"By your choice!"
"How dare you, you little…"
"If you want to talk to Frank, he's waiting for you now."
"Oh, I'll do more than talk to him!"
"Believe me, Harold, you already did."
Harold said nothing.