Ch. 11: Conversation with the Master
Dedicated to Roxy4Vamp, who requested the next chapter. Enjoy!
Note: I should mention that when I created Harold and Mary, I hated them to no end. Writing this was very satisfying indeed.
"When I get my hands on-"
"For the last time, Harold, Frank would enjoy that. He does love a challenge." Kayla couldn't help a naughty smile stealing across her face.
"You little trollop! I'll-"
"You do anything and Frank will let Riff Raff have you. He's good at dealing with troublesome guests!" Harold's next words were drowned out by a scream of,
"Harold!" Mary came tearing around the corner of the hallway, closely followed by Magenta, who looked bored. Mary threw herself into her husband's arms.
"Harold! Oh, Harold! They drugged us and seduced us! Oh, how could they? How could they?"
"This is starting to sound familiar," Kayla muttered. Magenta grinned.
"Although Brad and Janet didn't need liquor in order to loosen them up."
"So, you admit you've done this before!" Harold rounded on Magenta. The maid shrugged.
"We are used to enjoying the pleasures of the flesh. We don't force people to join in; they do it because they want to." Magenta cocked an eyebrow at Harold. "Your wife was more fun than you were."
Harold's face went from red to purple. "YOU FILTHY LITTLE-"
"Kayla! Magenta! Where are… oh, there you are!"
Frank swept around the corner, dressed in the same outfit he had been wearing the night before. He gave Magenta a nod before sweeping Kayla up into his arms, nuzzling her neck. "Mmm, my favorite morning treat."
"You… you…" Harold's bluster was defeated by the sight of the incarnation of lust that was Frank N. Futer.
"Ah, yes, I heard you wanted a word with me" Frank's hazel eyes swept over the couple, winking at Mary. "Hello again, love."
"Oh, you monster!"
"Why does that sound familiar?" Frank asked in bemusement. Kayla giggled.
"That's what Magenta and I said."
"And it's the last time you'll be saying it, Kayla Dalson!" Harold puffed himself up, looking like a very ruffled penguin. "How dare you sully yourself like this! Running away from home, frolicking with these degenerates, and-"
"Oh, dear, are you worried about me, Harold?" Kayla snuggled closer to Frank. "Because the last time I saw you- which was three years ago at a Christmas party my parents hosted in England- you stated that all children should be sent to military schools as soon as they learn to walk."
"And you proved my point, Kayla!" Mary decided to put in her two cents.
"You selfish little brat, how could you break your mother's heart by associating with people like this!"
"My mother's heart was gone long before I left," Kayla muttered. Frank's lips tightened and he released Kayla.
"Magenta, you and Kayla go join the others at breakfast. I'll be along presently."
Both Kayla and Magenta shot Harold and Mary knowing looks before departing. Frank turned his full attention to the couple.
"You dare to call Kayla a trollop, do you? I will not have my lovely girl slandered by your conservative minds! Where I came from, physical pleasure is nothing to be ashamed of; it is something to be shared with all of those you care for!"
"I don't know where you come from, man- although I doubt I can call you that- but-"
"But nothing! You set morals for other to follow, but it seems you cannot follow them yourself. Riff Raff!"
Right on cue, the hunchbacked servant lumbered into sight, clutching a large manila envelope. "Master," he muttered, handing the envelope to Frank.
"One of my guests took a few lovely pictures last night. Can you guess what they are of?" Frank's lips were curled into a very smug smile.
"Oh, Harold," Mary whimpered.
"Give me those," Harold snarled, his voice low.
"No, I don't think I will. Instead, I'll make you an offer. Go away and these papers will never end up in the newspapers. Stay, and… well, I think you know what will happen."
It was true that Harold and Mary wanted fame, but this was not that fame they wanted.
"So, this is how it's going to be, is it?" Harold asked.
"It is, Harold," Frank said, licking his lips. "Unless, of course, you'd like another round with me."
"Why, you-"
"Riff Raff, show our friends out. I daresay they have much to talk about."
Frank swept out of the room, his stilettos clacking.
"This isn't over," Harold threatened as Riff Raff led them out of the hotel. The handyman chuckled.
"If that is the case, then I look forward to your return. But tread lightly; the Master holds the power here. And he does enjoy exerting it, as you both learned last night. And now, I bid you, good day." Riff Raff slammed the door on Harold and Mary, leaving them stunned and blinking in the bright sunlight of another summer day in New York City.