The Creep (29 page)

Madelaine met him as the elevator door opened and she took him to the breakfast room. Leo was already there complete with navy blue blazer, trimmed in leather and highly-polished brass buttons that had the Skybo Castle motif on them.

"I trust the sex slaves kept you up all night, ha ha ha?" Leo was stuffing his face with French toast. This guy had an appetite for food, sex and life. It was good to see. Bishman wondered if Leo had an appetite for dying as he loaded his plate with steaming hot, mouth-watering
breakfast
goodies
that were fit for a king
.

I'm shagged out! I don't know how you keep up the pace,
Bishman was thinking.
This guy's at least fifteen years older than I am and he's up and raring to go before I am
...
Shit!

They ate, read newspapers, drank strong Megalodora coffee (that Leo called mud) and smoked, and as usual, when the Demon King had finished breakfasting he let rip
...
"Well at least that bit's still working!"

Leo looked up. "Today I want to show you more of the collection and some of the grounds. Tonight we'll have some more fun. You enjoyed the wind well, right?"

"You got that right." Bishman stubbed his cigarette and lit another.

Leo led Bishman into the courtyard which was now clearer to see in daylight, although it was still foggy - it really was a tremendous place. The Cadillac had been garaged. Each of the giant rooms surrounding the courtyard was an individual museum or exhibition. The one adjoining the actual castle was the motorcycle showroom: Leo's pride and joy. A collection of over five thousand motorcycles which covered a vast area, rows of motorcycles from every country in the world, going back to the early 1900s.

Bishman was absorbed as they walked through the showroom. They stopped occasionally to gawk and read labels and get a closer look. Every machine was immaculate.

"This is a Brough Superior. Each of these machines is connected to an electric starter, so that by pressing a button it will burst into life. It cost us a lot to do but the result is fantastic. Every one of these five thousand machines will start at the touch of a button. There's a three-minute delay, caused by the fuel pumps being switched on and the starter motors building up speed."

Leo hit the switch for the big Brough and shortly the huge machine burst into life. A blast from the past, roaring away in the nineties. The machine revved up and down fully, of its own accord. The noise was awesome, the whole place reverberated.

"Of course there's a master switch that fires the whole lot up at one time: we did it once and nearly bust our eardrums.

"We could spend all day in here, Bob, but I want you to have the complete five-buck tour - let's go next door, I think you'll find this interesting."

The showroom next door was a museum with costumes of the world. Neatly laid out in aisles were glass cabinets with models, about twenty inches high, of people dressed in their national costume. Bishman and Leo walked up and down those aisles taking it all in.

"For what it's worth, I get a buzz showing people the bikes, costumes and coins. Everything gives me a buzz, but I still like the sex
slaves
best of all. Seen
enough? Let's move on to my ow
n collection."

As they walked back out into the
court
yard, the sun was breaking through the fog and warming up th
e air. Bishman mulled over the e
vents of the previous night. He knew something was up and he was tr
ying hard to put his finger on it. He
was instinctively
preparing himself, mentally and
physically, for a major
something
, he didn't quite know what. But for the moment he was caught up in the fantasy world of the eccentric billionaire, Leo Prendegast.

Leo led the way into the coin museum. A vast open area with cases
laid
out with literally tens of thousand
s
of coins from every country in the world.

"These are my favorites. I had them specially minted in solid gold to commemorate my father's death. The trouble we took in getting permission to get gold c
oins minted was totally out of
order, but at least I can say we've got our own currency."

Bishman h
eard footsteps behind him and tur
ned. "There you
go,
guys. I brought you out a snack and a beer." It was the buxom, beautiful Madelaine.
When she farts, I bet the hairs round her ass crackle like a bullwhip.
Bishman smiled at the thought.

Leo peeled back the cellophane that was covering the tray of sandwiches.
Prawn and avocado, smoked salmon and cucumber, and roast beef with mayo.
On the tray there was a six-pack of Budweiser and two frosted glasses.
Magic!

Leo caught Bishman smiling. "Surely you don't fancy her, after going through all those sex slaves last night?" He laughed heartily.

"No, not really, but variety is the spice of life." Bishman devoured the prawn and avocado and snapped open a beer.

Madelaine came back. "Leo, I've got lots of messages for you.
The usual stuff.
Nothing important.
The only thing you might need to know is there was an electronic bank transfer to your Monaco account for four million dollars from Arnold Rustemeyer. I thought that would make you happy." She walked off.

"You got that right. Bob is wondering if you know how a
siphon
works!" Leo shouted in Madelaine's direction,
then
continued with a raucous belly laugh. Madelaine never heard. At least she continued walking as though she'd never heard.

"Eat up, drink up and we'll move on. We get looked after here, see what I mean? The place is like a magnet. I keep coming back for more when I know I shouldn't. I really ought to be out there exploring the rest of the world, while I still have the time and energy. I'm no spring chicken anymore and I haven't seen half the things I want to see or done half the things I want to do. This place has turned into a millstone for me, and you never know when your number's up."

Bishman swallowed his last sandwich. "You never know."
You never fuckin' know, pal. And it may be up sooner than you think.
Bishman mused, bit his lip,
then
took a swig of ice-cold beer.

"Leo, with all your money you can do what the fuck you like. You don't have to come back here every weekend. But I know what you
mean,
I suppose that's why I keep on the move. Sometimes, though, I think I'd like a place to go back to every weekend, maybe even settle down." They both laughed and
finished off the beer and sandwiches. It was like they'd known each other for a lifetime. In fact, it hadn't quite been twenty-four hours.

They walked into the courtyard, where the sun still hadn't penetrated the fog; although you could feel its warmth, the morning was still chilly. Bishman hucked up a big green and yellow golly which he gossed out. When it hit the ground it bounced. It must have had a bone in it. Bishman thought
get out and walk.

Bishman was following Leo, expecting him to go into the next building. Instead, Leo looked at his Rolex.

"We've really got to get over to the zoo
now,
otherwise we'll miss feeding time. You like animals, Bob?"

"Yeah sure, I'm up for anything." Bishman lit a smoke and coughed.

They strolled over to the zoo, a fifteen-minute walk from the courtyard, through acres of artistically-sculpted rose gardens - all in full bloom, but probably coming to an end. You could even have smelt their subtly differing fragrances, if you'd put your nose up close enough. Neither Bishman nor Leo did. Bishman did however sniff his fingers, and he could still smell the delicious Wendy.

The sun still wasn't quite hacking
it,
the sounds of the foghorns could still be heard on the Sound. Skybo Castle was an eerie sort of a place.

"This zoo is the largest private zoo in America," said Leo.

"What about snakes?"

"Yeah
, sure, we got a reptile house -
there's
more snakes in there than a dog's got fleas. You wanna see snakes? Let's go."

"This section houses Australian snakes," Leo told Bishman. "People don't realize it but we are lucky, most of the snakes in America are non-
venomous. In Australia only a couple of the snakes are not poisonous. All the others are lethal. That one there, the Taipan, can kill a man in about ten minutes, although the antivenom is available. People who live in the bush actually carry snakebite kits with them all the time. That's one mean snake. That's the favorite of Billy-Bobs, the zoo keeper. He actually handles the son-of-a-bitch. I don't mind looking, but I keep well clear!"

Bishman was taking it all in, lethal snakes; nothing locked; gun collections, all loaded; guards with AK-47s, that looked like Ninjas; publishing magnates; sex slaves; snuff movies; billionaires; tigers; seventeen acres of prison camp.
Shit! Fuck! Boogaloo!

"Bob let me tell you the program. I gotta tell ya, we're running out of time: I wanted to show you more before dinner but all we've got time for is the Chamber of Horrors - we'll walk over there now."

On the way they walked past Leo's shining Sikorsky helicopter.

Once in the Chamber of Horrors Leo eagerly started to point out exhibits: "This guillotine actually works, unlike most of the models here which
are strictly for show purposes
.
'
They're made of wax, plaster or glass
fiber
- but all tremendously realistic as you can see." Leo passed Bishman a
joint,
they lit up, and moved on. The tour was a silent one. The place was dark and remarkably eerie. Each exhibit had its own lighting and looked decidedly realistic. All the normal stuff: a guy being tortured on a rack, a water-wheel with spikes on it that was dragging on a naked man. Another victim was stretched out, with a cage strapped to his belly that had rats in it.

Madelaine broke abruptly into Bishman's reverie. "Hey, you guys! Are you eating today or what? No lunch and now going to miss out on dinner?" You could tell her tone was particularly friendly and she was trying hard to elicit a favorable response.

"We're not only done, but we'
re hungry. We'll walk back with you." Leo put his hand on Bob's shoulder and Bishman flinched. Leo felt him flinch and took his hand away. "Let's go eat, buddy."

"Let's do it,"
concurred
Bishman. The three of them walked back to the castle. Nothing was said until they reached the entrance, "Bob, take a quick shower, no falling asleep. You've got half an hour. We can get a couple of hours' sleep before tonight's shenanigans after dinner. Does that suit you?" asked Leo, chuckling.

The two cohorts dined gluttonously in spectacular style and Leo finished off by letting
rip, as was his way: "At least that bit's still working, ha ha ha."

After a much-needed nap and another long shower, Bishman met Leo downstairs. They arrived in the cave room, both pregnant with excitement. The sex slaves were ready and willing, same crowd as before plus a few new faces - a couple of them even younger than before.

Leo started up the high-powered wind machine and they frolicked away.
Baby oil, tits, asses, pussies and pricks, and all the crew flying around like sky divers.
A cesspool of human flesh.

"Enjoy yourself tonight, Bob. Fuck as many of these nubiles as you can. We start filming in the morning."

"What?" The powerful gushing of warm wind, screaming and laughter drowned everything.

"Tonight we fuck ourselves silly, tomorrow morning we start filming, whaddaya reckon?"

"You know me, I'm up for anything."

After three hours of shagging, sucking, fondling and clambering out every now and then for a glass of wine or a joint, the party wound down. Everyone was fucked in more ways than one.

"Right, Bob, your shout. You pick first tonight, take three or four of the fuckers,
make
'em work you over rotten."

"I'll settle for Wendy and Peter. Also this time I'll take Debbie." Debbie was another young nubile of about seventeen. Big tits and a genuine redhead, the collar and cuffs matched
perfectly. She had wonderful freckles all over her boobs.

"Good choice. All you other young lads come with me, the girls go back to your room and no messing around, understand?" The girls went off giggling, and the lads followed Leo to his cave. Bishman was trying hard to picture Leo fucking the asses off six young boys all at the same time.
I suppose he knows what he's doing
, thought Bishman as he marched Debbie and Wendy up to the cave, little Peter trailing behind. They jumped under the waterfall-shower - it was almost
routine
.

Wendy was longing to talk, but Bishman wouldn't let her. They groped each other instead, and after a long wet kiss with Wendy with Peter and Debbie trying to get in on the act, they turned off the waterfall-shower and rubbed Bishman down with huge white fluffy towels that had a gold monogram of Skybo Castle in the corner. "All part of the service," said Debbie.