It was a divine drink, and Lord Reggie began to be very happy and contented. After all, this did look the ideal life. Any amount of female loveliness to choose from, the very best of good living, ideal surroundings, climatic and picturesque. He was tired of London and Paris and Vienna, and society in general with its tiresome conventions. Here he understood there was plenty of shooting, drag-hunting-the New Decameron had picked up an Argentine boat or so-the best sea fishing in the world, and even a golf-links.
A pretty native girl was playing something dreamy on a guitar, other native girls, some naked, some in a suggestive sort of vivandiere uniform, attended to the men. Lord Reggie missed Herr Kunst and enquired.
'Oh, he's way down at the bank cashin' checks,' was Mr. Silverwood's rejoinder.
And there Herr Kunst was. He had obtained a native guide and gone straight to the local bank.
A young white woman cashier took the precious document.
'But this is on San Francisco.'
'He-er-who gave it said it of great all rightness vos, ain't it?' said Herr Kunst agitatedly.
He suddenly remembered he had forgotten to look at the signature.
Well, endorse it,' said the young woman.
Ramuz Cortejas was the signature, obviously assumed.
'Heinrick Wortgottamliche Kunst' was written firmly across the back of the prettily engraved form, and then came the payment, in strange notes, and still stranger gold.
'But, mein beautiful fraulein, it is that dese of no usefulness in das Europes vos, ain't it?'
'Oh, you'll have plenty of time to spend your money here; you can take me out and buy me a drink for a start.'
She nodded to a native assistant to take her place, and came out.
They went to a tiny cafe called Le Cercle des Bons Bougres, and sat in its back garden with some sweet native wine.
She wasn't exactly young, but she was very fascinating, and she had a quietly determined business-like way with her which fascinated Herr Kunst. In a pleasant, chatty way she told him a few things about the finance of the island that made his mouth water.
Then, also in a pleasant, chatty way, she suggested to him that he might spend a little of that money on her.
'I dare say you can get lots of the native girls for nothing,' she said, 'but they aren't me, and I value my person at a price. Besides, one of these days, something may happen to the island, and I should like to retire rich.'
Herr Kunst felclass="underline" he had, besides the native cash, a very valuable consignment of diamonds in the rough on him, and he was a rich man at home.
He agreed to her price, and followed to her little bungalow. It was tiny, but delightful, and a place of odd contrasts.
She took him to a room which was a mixture of bedroom and office. Tiers of small safes occupied the whole of one wall.
'My name is just Kate,' she said. 'We don't go in for surnames here. I was maid to the young lady you may have met as Maudie on the boat I have a head for figures, and when Mr. Tucker put this island on a financial basis, he got me to look after the bank.'
She gave him some native wine, took a fairly stiff drink herself, and undressed leisurely.
Herr Kunst began to be very lustfuclass="underline" he didn't often let himself go, but he took to this business-like woman.
She was pretty, and her figure was very neat, a little on the plump side; her shoulders were dimpled, as was her chin, and as the clothes slipped from her, a wicked twinkle came into her dark-brown eyes. She took off everything but her brown silk stockings and her brown suede shoes, and sat on the bed tantalisingly.
'Well,' she said, 'shall I undress you? I know you men like that done.'
'It does some more randiness make,' assented Herr Kunst.
She undid the buttons of his fly with aggravating deliberation.
'Now let's see what sort of a thing you've got'
Herr Kunst had an enormous prick. Without any exaggeration it was a good nine inches long, and almost out of proportion in circumference. It stood straight up at an angle of forty-five degrees, and Kate fingered it and looked at it in mingled amaze, fear and pleasure.
'My God,' she said, 'what a whopper!'
'It vos dere most big in der whole regiment,' said Herr Kunst proudly, 'but,' he added sadly, 'it vos not all der frauleins can him in take.'
'Oh, I'll manage; now we'll off with the rest of your clothes.'
Herr Kunst had a fine muscular figure and his skin was very white and clean. Kate became very randy.
'I'm going to suck you first,' she said: 'may I?'
'Mein Gott, yah.'
She knelt before him, and with difficulty got the great throbbing head of his penis in her mouth. Herr Kunst quivered all over as her teeth met on his flesh. She didn't touch it with her fingers, but her tongue ran round the head as she gradually got all of his cock she could right into her mouth, almost down her throat it seemed; her fingers toyed with his balls, and when she felt the spunk throbbing down the channel between them, she bit hard. The pinch of the teeth made Herr Kunst almost mad, and he spent in torrents. Not till his cock had quite gone down did she withdraw her lips.
'Ah, that was a good drink,' she said. 'I may be a dirty beast, but I love to drink a man's sperm. Now you can fuck me.'
But Herr Kunst was for the moment drained dry. He had to be laid down and coaxed and petted, and filled with sweet tasting wine.
'Mein Gott!' was all he could feebly ejaculate at intervals.
But Kate's deft fingers soon had the German standard afloat once more. She took her fingers from him, and lay back on the bed, legs apart, expectant.
'Just one more drink each,' she said, 'and then!'
Herr Kunst took a mighty gulp of the rich red wine, and gathered her into his arms. Slowly he pushed the mighty phallus right, right up, and scrunched the pretty woman in his arms. As their hot panting breath burned on each other's cheeks, they spent together.
'Leave it in, leave it in,' she commanded, as Herr Kunst, prompted by thoughts of prudence, made as if to suddenly draw it out. 'I want it all. I'm not afraid of getting caught; I know a bit too much for that.'
When at last they uncoupled and she got up, hardly a drop of semen dribbled down her legs. She had absorbed it all.
'Ha! the two shall meet and make twins,' she laughed. 'And all to be swept away by a horrid drug!'
'Is it that you a drug of much safeness have then, ain't it?'
' Absolutely safe. John Tucker, you know, was once a doctor, and the young man we've got from St James's Hospital-well, what they don't know between 'em isn't worth much. They've got some drug growing here that'd get an elephant out of the family way. But, mark you, no one knows its secret bar those two, John Tucker and Dr Southfields, and they exercise discretion. They don't want the island to be over-populated, but they don't want the census to show a decrease. There's work and enough for everyone here. The island is immensely rich.'
'So I suppositioned,' said Heir Kunst 'I tink I stop here. Ach, I vish I had dat God dam bugger turd Solly Joelstein mit, to him der vealth show, and then off him der balls cut Ach!'
'Well, once more; and we'll talk business tomorrow.'
Herr Kunst was not so easily stung into life this time. It was not till Kate laid him on his stomach and darted her tongue in his arse that he flickered into being.
She put her tongue right in, and it touched something hard and rough.
'Whatever's that?' she exclaimed.
'Ach, madame, you taste der millions moneys. I show you.'
Getting up and going to his pockets Herr Kunst took out a delicate pair of tweezers and with them extracted from his capacious arsehole a little skin bag.