"Come with me my beloved and we'll soar beyond the moon."
"Sing for me love and I'll be ready soon."
Chorus of "Chalo Dildar Chalo" from the film "Pakeezah"
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"I see you're having girlfriend troubles," said the oldest club member to the most melancholy.
The busty, ample assed Lilly knelt by the most melancholy with her face turned resolutely away. She had a red ball gag forced in her mouth. Her shoulders and bottom and thighs showed recent red lines. She and the most melancholy had been together but a few days and things were evidently not going well.
"She is a wretched girl and I don't know why I let her move in," said the most melancholy.
Lilly bobbled her head in a mocking manner and then bounced and clutched at her neck when the black choker which was all she wore buzzed.
The four friends sat in easy chairs that faced one of the fireplaces in their club's lounge. The fattest member sat in the chair nearest the hearth. He was busily assembling kebabs on the stomach of the girl who lay across his lap. She coated the pieces: peppers, onions, tomatoes, mushrooms, and scallops with the sauce she kept pooled in her cunt and then arrayed them on her stomach. The fattest member took a skewer and slid each piece onto it. The girl squeaked nicely each time the sharp point nicked her. He handed the assemblage to her and she held it out over the coals in the hearth.
After watching the show for a moment, the oldest asked the most melancholy, "What's the problem?". Then to Heather, the woman who sat on his lap, "I'll have a drink my dear and see that I get some this time."
The oldest member's doctor had told him to cut down on the alcohol so he only drank from Heather's lips.
"She has ghastly taste in music," sighed the most melancholy, "I came home yesterday and was assaulted by the most appalling muck. I made her lie with her arms behind her back in between the speakers. I tied her wrists and ankles together.
"I started with Cream's 'In the white room with black curtains'. I played my favorite Led Zeppelin, REM and Rolling Stone cds. Loud. After 5 hours, confident I'd made my point, I told her to apologize and suck my dick. The harlot began to sing, if you can call it that, something I later learned was 'Beauty and a Beat' by that tit Bieber."
The most melancholy shook his head sadly. "And worse," he continued, "Like all women, she is not supportive. You know that I have to publish a scholarly paper soon or my position will be in jeopardy?" The most melancholy was a professor at a local college. "I've all but completed a work on the justly obscure and deservedly forgotten authors contemporary to James Fenimore Cooper? I ordered her to proof read it. You know what the bitch said? She goes: 'You throw out those shit cds and play some Beyonce and I'll correct your crappy paper.'"
Lilly began to hum in a mocking muffled nasal tone a tune that the four friends would've surely recognized if only they hadn't left the youth culture years before. Her rendition was terminated by a buzz and a choking squawk.
After a pause to allow poor Lilly to regain her composure and the proper kneeling position, legs spread, arms up, hands behind her neck, the richest member said, "That reminds me of something similar involving my daughter Adrienne. Perhaps, after another round, you'd like to hear of it?"
For amusement, they made Lilly fetch from where it stood along a near wall, a wheeled stool with a large phallus affixed to its seat. From the look on Lilly's face, as she pushed it over to them, she did not fancy the thing at all.
For once Lilly was in luck. The richest member touched the shoulder of the incomparable Janetta, the girl who knelt beside him.
She rose gracefully to her feet and crouched over the stool. The four men watched raptly as she spread her delicate pussy lips and eased herself down on the largest member. They admired the way her color heightened, her eyes widened, and her breath quickened as she sank on it to the hilt.
"Be sure to get more kebab fixings," ordered the fattest.
Then Lilly pushed the stool across the carpet to the bar. The pair drew admiring glances and comment from the other little groups of club members.
The barman assembled a heavy tray with drinks and appetizers and handed it to the lovely Janetta.
Halfway back, a group more rowdy than the club really approved of pelted the pair with bits of brioche. Others along their path followed suit in an unseemly fashion.
When they'd run the gauntlet and returned safely and the contents of the tray had been transferred to the coffee table and Janetta had lifted herself from the stool with a satisfied sigh, the richest member took the lovely Janetta to the men's room, "to attend to a call of nature".
The three remaining friends soon began, as they often did, discussing the richest member with some envy.
"Did you see," said the most melancholy in a tone of disbelief, "Where he and his entire ménage, wife, daughters, sons in laws, and Janetta attended that White House soiree? When was it, last Saturday?"
"How many children does he have anyway?" asked the fattest without taking his eyes off the kebab that his girl held over the coals in the hearth.
"The appropriate unit of measurement here," said the oldest, "Is the mormon. He has kids numbering one mormon. All daughters."
"The Post described Janetta as the special friend of his oldest girl," said the most melancholy, "How much do you think his wife knows?"
After brooding a moment, gazing at the fire, the most melancholy went on, "He keeps Janetta in a luxury apartment in Tysons Corner. What's that place called? The Reserve? Jesus. My wife threw me out for far less. Small potatoes really. She caught me in my office enjoying a graduate student. "
Here Lilly made muffled sounds which could be easily understood as "Served you right too, asshole."
Her choker buzzed and Lilly grunted and clutched her neck.
The conversation had reached its end anyway as the richest member and the stunning Janetta were back and were settling themselves, he in his easy chair, she kneeling by his side. A hint of wetness on an ivory cheek and a certain renewed perfection about her makeup showed that she'd washed her face.
"Where was I?" he said, "Ah yes, I was about to, hopefully, amuse you with how my daughter Adrienne came to the aid of one of the great musicians of our age. Janetta?"
He handed his I-phone to her and when he took it back, its little screen showed text.
"It is thanks to Janetta that I know the details of this. Much of what I'm going to relate is after all not the sort of thing a girl tells her father. However she and Janetta have become good friends and Adrienne divulged all, under strict promise of secrecy. Janetta of course is strictly bound to a lack of the same, at least to me.
"I should also say, that any pleasant turns of phrase that I use are Janetta's. She is the ghostwriter of my memoirs of which this is a small part.
"Adrienne, my fourth? no third daughter, is the only one of my children to take a real interest in music. In this, at least, she takes after me. Her mother, outside of a fondness for dancing when she was young, could care less.
"At four Adrienne would tell us what to do with her older sister's Raffi cds and would instead lie for hours listening to Beethoven or Mozart. Janetta, find the picture of Adrienne at five with her little violin." He handed the phone back to the lovely Janetta.
With a few deft flicks of her graceful forefinger, she brought up a photo of a serious looking child with a cute little violin.
"She took lessons and practiced and by the time she was a senior in high school she was in the all-state orchestra and had won the state's violin competition two years running.
"To my sorrow, she left her violin at home when she went off to college.
"The events I am going to relate occurred sometime afterwards. She'd graduated and taken a job some distance from home. In the valley. She shared an apartment with a friend from college. She was dating a guy from a good family who had a good job as an engineer for a firm that makes drone microcontroller firmware. I have some money invested there. In the firm not the kid of course. My wife quite liked the kid. I found him to be a bore."
The richest took a sip of his whiskey and soda, accepted a kebab from the fattest and ate it. He looked reflectively at the fire. He handed a couple of the morsels down to the incomparable Janetta, then he commenced:
