“Hej,” a woman’s voice said softly in Kazi’s ear.

“Hey yourself,” he shot back before turning to face her and immediately falling headlong into her deep blue eyes. Her flaxen hair was ringed by a diamond-studded circlet, and her body was encased in a creamy white dress bedazzled with crystal beads and complemented by matching opera-length gloves, but he failed to fully notice these details.

“Hello!” he began again. “You were seated beside me during the séance, were you not? Mrs., er…”

“Mrs. Qvistsjö,” she rescued him with an amused smile. “Although I am afraid I am married in name only at this point,” she added wistfully.

“Did Mr., er…” Kazi fumbled while scanning the hallway.

“KVIST-hyuh.”

“Did Mr. Kvist-hyuh leave without you?”

“Ja, with that little snip Ms. Ringstadt. I am sure they enjoyed holding hands, and I suspect they were rubbing their legs together under the table.”

“You and I were holding hands,” Kazi pointed out. “Or glove, I suppose.”

“Ja, and you paid me absolutely no attention!” she replied indignantly.

Kazi bowed slightly, tipping his head. “A thousand apologies, Mrs. Kvist-hyuh. I was preoccupied.”

She dismissed this with a flip of her gloved hand. “Tusen ursäkter—A thousand excuses.”

“Now see here, Mrs. Kvi—”

“Pfft. Please, call me Astrid. It will be much easier for the both of us.”

“As you like. I am Kazimierz Golonka; my friends call me Kazi.”

“Ah, we are friends now?”

“That certainly seems to be where we’re headed.”

“Hmm, we shall see.”

She examined his face, his dark hair neatly combed, his dark mustache neatly trimmed, his dark eyes intently focused on her. Something of the Balkan in him, not the Baltic.

“Golonka, then,” she broke the silence. “You are Polish?”

“Well, who can say, really?” Kazi chuckled quietly. “My family is from Galicia, that corner of Europe where anyone might be anything. I had a Polish father, a Slovenian mother, Ukrainian cousins, an Austrian schoolmaster—that ended almost as soon as it began—then a Hungarian sergeant—that ended even sooner.”

“My goodness, such a patchwork.”

“That’s how it is down there; you have to hold your nationality in your heart, because you sure as hell can’t find it on the map.” He paused to let that sink in. “You’re Swedish, I’m guessing?” At a nod from her, he continued. “I’ve seen Sweden. From a ship.”

“You don’t say.”

“After my regiment was defeated in ‘15—destroyed, really—I made my way to Gdańsk and found work shoveling coal on a ship to New York. I was above decks as we passed through the narrows between Sweden and Denmark.”

Astrid smiled in recognition. “I am from Helsingborg, where the Øresund is only four kilometres wide. Perhaps I waved to your ship as you steamed past.”

“Perhaps you did,” Kazi laughed. “You’ll have to excuse me if I didn’t wave back—I could barely lift my arms.”

“Now a thousand and one excuses.”

“Well, Astrid Kvist-hyuh, let me make it up to you. I can certainly lift my arm if it means you’ll join me for a drink downstairs.”

She hesitated for only a few seconds, just enough to make him shift in his shoes, before slipping her satin glove through the crook of his elbow.

—

“Tell me, Astrid,” Lloyd Campbell asked as their drinks were served, “have you been in New York long?”

“Usch, it certainly feels that way. My husband wanted a respite from his business, from timber and iron ore. He and I were embarking on a grand tour when he fell, how does one say it, head from heels?”

“Head over heels,” Lloyd supplied, running his hand through his upswept shock of brown hair.

“Ass over teakettle,” Kazi grinned, swirling the ice in his whiskey.

“...Head over heels in love with Ms. Ringstadt, practically the day we sailed. He spent more time in her cabin than in ours.”

“Unbelievable.”

“Yet true. She has abandoned whatever plans she had and is now traveling with us. We pretend she is our niece.” Astrid sipped her martini. “It is to be expected. I was the pretty young thing when he needed to take a wife. And now…” She gestured with her glass aimlessly, mirroring the wisp of smoke from her cigarette. “Perhaps I will stay here. In America. My husband will be prepared to pay me millions of kronor to be free of me.”

“You’re more than just a pretty young thing,” Lloyd declared. “Anyone can see that. Your husband would be a fool to let you go.”

“It is kind of you to say. But no, it is over. They will be returning as a twosome, I think.”

“You have no interest in being part of a threesome, then?” Kazi inquired offhandedly.

She raised an eyebrow. “That, I did not say.”

—

The speakeasy had a number of private rooms along the far wall, each with a table in the center surrounded on three sides by a large black leather banquette that could seat six easily, seven or eight if the occupants were willing to get more familiar with one another. Lloyd looked around aimlessly at the rich burgundy wallpaper, brass sconces, and small landscapes hung on the walls. His attention was soon drawn elsewhere, for although the room was tastefully furnished, his cockhead was being tastefully burnished by Astrid Qvistsjö’s lips and tongue.

“Hsssss—” he exhaled as she released him from her mouth and turned her oral attention to the crown of Kazi’s throbbing cock while she sat perched on the end of the banquette and gently stroked both of their shafts with her satin-gloved fists.

“Oh, that’s good,” Kazi groaned as he toyed with the blonde curls cascading down the side of her face and tucked them behind her ear. “You sure suck a mean cock, Mrs.— Astrid.”

She looked up at him with confusion creasing her brow. “Mean? What does this, ah, mean?”

“Uh, it’s good,” Kazi assured her. “Pleasurable.”

“Incredible,” Lloyd chimed in. “You’re very good at what you do.”

Astrid laughed merrily. “Njutbart, I think, we would say.”

“You’re making my nuts bark, that’s for sure,” Kazi chuckled, then wisely pivoted from the arboreal to the sartorial. “Would you care to remove your dress?”

“Such a gentleman,” she replied demurely as she rose and turned away from them.

Kazi carefully drew the zipper down, then leaned back as she allowed the shoulder straps to fall forward, revealing her bare back. Lloyd knelt behind her and wriggled the dress down over her slender hips, revealing her garter belt, bare ass, and silk stocking tops. He had the forbearance to wait until she could step out of her dress before dropping a kiss on her backside. He handed the dress up to Kazi, who laid it safely on the far side of the banquette as Lloyd planted a series of kisses up Astrid’s spine.

She turned to face them, leaning back against the edge of the table and casually displaying her pert breasts and blonde bush. “Forgive me, gentlemen,” she said uncertainly. “I do not know how to proceed.”

“We’ll figure it out, doll,” Kazi growled, dispensing with his gentlemanly manners. Wrapping one arm around her waist, he brought his other hand to her golden triangle and began rubbing her pussy with circular strokes.

“Ja, det här är njutbart,” Astrid purred, spreading her legs apart and grabbing Lloyd’s necktie to draw him in for a kiss. Lloyd placed his hands upon her petite teats and tweaked her pale nipples until they stood out proudly, then broke off their kiss and ran his tongue over her chest.

“Hårdare,” she demanded breathlessly. “Both of you. Harder.”

Kazi drew her firmly against his side and wormed his fingers under her clitoral hood, earning a sharp intake of air and long moan, then worked her over with his fingertips, strong and assured. Lloyd clamped his lips over his teeth, then bit and yanked at her sensitive nipples as she trembled and twisted against him.

“Hårdare,” Astrid groaned. “Hårdare!”

Minute by minute, the pitch of her voice rose to match the heat rising inside her.

“Ja.”

“Ja!”

“Jäkla!”

“Jäklaaa!”

She came with a wail, her body buffeted by the crashing waves. Kazi held her tightly, and she buried her face in his shoulder, sobbing as the stormy sea battered her. As her delicious torture ebbed, she raised her head and glanced abashedly at the damp spot on Kazi’s jacket.

“I am afraid you will need to have your suit cleaned,” she smiled weakly as she wiped the tears from her cheeks.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine,” Kazi reassured her, handing her a handkerchief. “But you’re gonna ruin your gloves, doll.”

Draping a satin-clad arm over each man’s shoulder, she smiled with satisfaction. “Perhaps you forget that my husband will be paying me millions of kronor; I can afford a new pair of gloves, I think.”

Kazi and Lloyd caught each other’s eye.

“What is this look?” Astrid laughed. “You are not certain which of you shall fuck me first?”

Lloyd barked out a laugh, and Kazi indicated with his hand that Lloyd could do the honors. Astrid spread her silken legs wider and ran one hand along the straps of her garter belt. Shrugging his shoulders, Lloyd lurched forward and buried his cock in her hot kattegat, hissing his approval as her tight cunt gripped and milked his stiff dick.

Kazi climbed up and stood on the banquette, pointing his prick at Astrid’s face and waggling his eyebrows. “How about it, doll?” Raising one eyebrow herself, she held him in her steely gaze for a moment before relenting and taking his cock into her mouth once more.

“So, Lloyd,” Kazi said breezily, “Do you think this broad is talking jive?”

“I’ve been wondering that myself,” Lloyd puffed as he continued pumping his hips. “All this millions of kronor jazz; it sounds like a setup.”

Astrid might have interjected, but her mouth was full of Kazi’s fat cock. She listened, bemused, as they talked about her as though she weren’t in the room.

“You can’t be too careful,” Kazi agreed, lazily fondling the back of Astrid’s head. “Especially when you meet someone at a séance.”

“Oh, most definitely,” Lloyd concurred. “Probably half the people at that table were in on the game. Everybody wanted a piece of that sucker Mr. Purvis, not just us.”

Kazi suddenly remembered a question that had been bothering him. “Hey Lloyd, speaking of suckers, did somebody suck your cock under the table?”

Astrid’s eyes boggled at this but she never broke rhythm.

“Yep,” Lloyd snickered, “it must have been Julia. She gave me the signal before she started, and I recognized her technique.”

“Damn, Angel,” Kazi muttered, shaking his head. “Okay, so odds are that mine was that little Davenport cookie.”

Astrid let his dick flop out of her mouth with a bounce. “What ever are you talking about?” she demanded, while Lloyd continued fucking her slowly.

Kazi snorted. “Mr. Kvist-hyuh and Ms. Ringstadt weren’t the only ones getting busy under the table, doll.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Is that why you squeezed my hand so hard during the séance?”

“No doubt, no doubt,” he laughed. “I was trying to play it cool but I guess I didn’t do so great. Now are you gonna keep sucking my cock or what?”

“Hmm, perhaps I want you to fuck me instead.” She looked down at Lloyd’s cock sliding in and out of her prim pussy, then leaned back insouciantly on her elbows. “Lloyd, please do not shoot inside me; I do not need a second child complicating my divorce.”

“Y-You got it, Mrs. Q,” Lloyd nodded in agreement, then increased the intensity of his pounding until he grunted and pulled his cock out; he laid it atop her lovely labia and continued thrusting, flinging fat streams of scalding hot cum through the air onto her taut tits and trim tummy.

Lloyd stepped aside and sank onto the banquette as Kazi took his place, grasping Astrid’s garter belt and plunging his prick into her cute cunt. The streaks of semen on her body sparkled in the light, rivaling the beauty of the diamond-adorned diadem upon her head.

“Do not shoot inside me,” she hissed, her cerulean eyes locked onto his. “Do not shoot inside me. Do not shoot inside me.”

Regardless of whether she actually wanted it or not, Kazi already had plans of his own. He slammed his cock into her one, two, three more times, then pulled back and aimed for her silken thighs, firing his fertile fluid onto the lacy fringe and soaking her sheer stockings with his slick, sizzling sperm.

Lloyd was immediately between her lascivious legs, licking and lapping up Kazi’s luscious load. For his part, Kazi bent and began tonguing her tormented tits, completely cleaning them of Lloyd’s cooled cum. Astrid looked on in bewilderment, but soon a sense of satisfaction brought a curl to the corner of her lips.

“My gloves and stockings may be ruined, I think, but you have perhaps saved my dress,” she observed with a glimmer in her eye before leaning forwards and grabbing both men by the necktie. “Now give me a kiss before we go.” After tasting both men’s jism, she sat back again and looked each man in the eye.

“You do not believe me, then, that I will have millions of kronor?”

Lloyd shrugged as he buttoned up his trousers. “You have to realize, Mrs. Q, there are a lot of hustlers out there.” He gestured to the circlet on her forehead. “Maybe those are real diamonds, maybe they aren’t.”

Astrid, without hesitation, slipped it off her head and handed it to him. “It is yours. Have it appraised. You will see.”

Kazi stepped in. “So, doll, you’re going to be a millionaire with nothing to spend it on but gloves and stockings?”

Astrid tipped her head.

“Well, we have some real estate for sale in Florida. It’s a great investment, it really is. We were hoping to sell to Purvis, but I think those con artists got their hooks in him with that Beatrice routine at the séance.”

“Hmm. Real estate in Florida. So far from here.” She flashed a knowing smile, amused and skeptical all at once. “And how do I know that you are not the, as you say, con artists?”

“Now, that’s a great question,” Kazi replied with a wry grin. “If you can clear your calendar for this week, how about we take a little train ride down south?”

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