Lolita's Grand Daughter Lolita
Erotic,Suspense,Mystery,Thriller,Tragic End
Copyright (c) 2005
CHAPTER 1
France : Year 1993
In a pitch dark night what does one do if single,alone and in France in an apartment in Cedex? I had all the qualifications and was sipping Chivas Regal and watching a spy movie on the Television. Thunderstorm brewing nearby didn’t distract me from my exotic British Whisky and the Spy thriller which had nothing much in it except for a cute babe which gave me second thoughts about getting into a matrimonial relationship. I had a problem, however. I was fifty two years of age and wanted to marry a drop dead gorgeous woman not more than thirty years of age. I got younger ones but only who were in the flesh trade. Crudely speaking I was a great success with young a gorgeous prostitutes. Maybe, beautiful women take to prostitution, the oldest profession in the world. I, had hardly any idea of machinations of women, I admit. Amid my thoughts lightning struck somewhere but I remained distracted and didn’t hear my door bell ring. A persistent pressing of the switch of my door bell woke me up from innocuous and foolishly distended thoughts.
“What the heck”, I muttered to myself, “it’s well past midnight and who the hell could the guy be?” . I felt a bit perturbed. Reluctantly, I reached the door and opened it carefully with my pistol ready for any unsavory incident.
I was astonished. I found myself staring into the deep blue eyes of a woman who could never fall short of the phrase “drop dead gorgeous”. She was not more than twenty nine with the figure of a supermodel and her hair were strands of pure gold. I noticed suddenly or intuitively that she was accompanied by a very cute girl or about ten to 12 years of age, also a blonde with big ,beautiful blue eyes. I was amazed to see that the twelve year old girl was highly developed and about five feet five inches tall with a bosom which was much larger than her mom’s.Her dreamy eyes were very enticing and very seductive unlike her mom’s and any man could get turned on. I blinked and pinched myself to see if I were not dreaming. She was drenched giving more exposure to her beautifully curvaceous figure. She had unbuttoned her almost transparent top to give more exposure to her overly large breasts and her large pink nipples were as visible as a fresh rosebud on a misty day . Her white top was unbuttoned at the bottom too proudly displaying her navel. I was drooling! The mother’s eyes spewed rage as she noticed the bulge in my pants while I was admiring her daughter.
“May I come in please”, spoke the pretty lady in a strange foreign accent which was music to my ears.
“Sure”, I blurted out gleefully.
“But I have to change as I’m soaking wet all over”, she smiled with her dreamy eyes staring into oblivion. Mom was the daughter of Nabakov’s Lolita and mom’s daughter was the author’s grand daughter. I instantly tried to brush aside such noxious ideas and a feeling of guilt engulfed my entire soul. Their apparel gave away their financial status. Love, sure is blind and I had fallen in love with both the mom and the daughter. It was love at first sight. I’m told old men like me with a foot in the grave have the habit of falling in love at first sight.
“I have a guest room and please make yourself comfortable”, I was merely being polite and was full of ideas which are better kept to the confines of thoughts only.
“I’m new here and scared and would like to use your bedroom and my daughter too will feel comfortable if we sleep in your bedroom.” Carrying on “Don’t worry we’ll sleep on the floor.”, she remarked while looking deep into my eyes such that I had to turn away from her glare. My guilt started working havoc in my mind. “How the hell could I think of Lolita in sexual terms and where the hell did my breeding go?”, I thought for a split second and blurted out hysterically, “make you sleep on the floor? I’m not such a pervert and my bed is all yours”.
“For you to have fun with mom and her daughter”, sneered Lana.
“I didn’t mean that”, I almost whispered in quiet nervousness.
“Then?”, queried Lana.
“I won’t touch you two”, I lied.
Lana smiled “if you give me 500 Dollars ,then you can play with me the whole night and have any type of sex with me. Pausing she continued,”I am used to pain”.
She got the message across and I felt on the top of the world.
“In front of the kid?”, I asked cautiously.
“Yes, she’ll get trained”, remarked Lana sounding vicious. Lolita blurted out a steady stream of expletives and then remarked after regaining her composure, “All men go after me and I can train you how to please men”.
Lana slapped her daughter who returned the compliment.
“I don’t want to create a scene or else I’d have given you a sound thrashing”, shouted Lana but her daughter merely giggled.
“Peace,peace, peace”, I calmed the two.
There was a brief silence.
“I’m Timothy, in short you can call me Tim”, I introduced myself.
“I’m Svetlana from Russia and she’s Lolita my daughter and men call her Sexy Lolita which nick she adores and which I detest..”, she introduced herself and her kid and continued , “I’m called Lana by my clients and so you also call me by my nick name. Continuing, “I’m Lolita’s daughter!”
“What?”, I reacted disbelievingly.
“Yes, remember when Lolita got married her step dad committed suicide”, explained Lana. Continuing, “Both of us have the same genetic make up. When I was 11 I had all the fun with my step dad and when I got married thrice my daughter enticed my husbands who were all pedophiles. All men are rakes”, remarked Lana emphatically giving an impression of anger. I winced at the sound of the word “rake”.
I reacted, “Not me, at least”.
“Lana smiled knowingly” and continued “I hate my daughter playing adult games with her step dads or men times her age and that’s why I left my husbands”.
“You are jealous”, I reacted and continued, “You had a great time with your step dads but why deprive your gorgeous daughter of the pleasures of adult life?” Lana kept quiet but the expression on her face revealed her hatred for her men having sexual fun with step dads or older men. Suddenly she blurted out in anger ,”are you promoting pedophilia?
I fidgeted with my pen and kept quite in my nervousness. “Do your clients have fun with both of you?” I asked sheepishly.
Lana ignored my query but gave me a glance which chilled my spine.
Whatever Lana was, I was thrilled. Russian youngsters ,preteens and even older women were an easy lot and then she wants to sleep with me. I rubbed my hands gleefully.
“Can you help me take off my dirty shoes”, she requested. “Of course”, I remarked most listlessly.
I took of her shoes and she had the prettiest feet in the world. I must be dreaming, I thought. For a split second Lolita and I exchanged very meaningful looks. I was in love with Lolita even though Lana was equally gorgeous. Lolita had a sex appeal which was all enticing while Lana lacked that appeal which could turn on any man. I never had sex with a preteen and my libido vied desperately for it.
Lana read my thoughts and casually remarked “All men go after my feet when they see them and I had a terrific sex appeal when I was as old as Lolita”. Continuing, “why are your hands trembling”, asked Lana as she noticed that I was exchanging lascivious eye contacts with Lolita who was an obvious game.
After a pause and catching a seductive look, “They are most precious”, I stuttered.
I changed the conversation.
“Lana dear what do you do for a living?” I asked.
“Prostitution since I’m a Russian”, retorted Lana sarcastically and continued “ Otherwise I’m a law enforcement officer in the Interpol”. She was very candid when she lied thus.
I shivered. Interpol, prostitution? Obviously she was pulling a fast one on me.
“Then why did you come to my house?”, I queried anxiously. “I was looking for you”, remarked Lana her moist dreamy eyes looking into the world beyond.
I screamed in anger, “Am I a criminal?”
“I mean you look and sound nice”,remarked Lana ignoring my outburst.
“Do you really work for the Interpol”?, I stuttered. Lana ignored my question.
Lolita intervened ,”she’s a born liar”. As Lana turned around to slap her daughter, I stopped her, “no violence please”, I almost begged.
Lana remarked scornfully , “ All men are violent when having sex with a whore”.
“Not me”, I stuttered as I lied.
“Please take us to your room, we are both very tired and hungry”, begged Lana.
“Sure”, I sounded chivalrous.
“You want to change”, I asked cautiously.
“Yes”, remarked Lana cryptically. “In front of me”. I whispered.
Lana gave me a strange look which chilled my spine and carried her small tattered suitcase into my bed room. I made myself comfortable on a nearby sofa and lit a cigarette. It would be a treat to see mother and daughter naked. I was full of libidinous thoughts when I jumped from my sofa. Lana was flashing a pistol at me.
“Out,Out”, she was not screaming. She was soft as usual. I had to got out.
After a wait which seemed like a century ,I heard “You can come in now”.
I heaved a sigh of relief.
When I entered the room , I proposed, “Lana will you marry me?”
“For having fun with my daughter”, stated an enraged Lana, mouth foaming with rage.
“No you, I’m not a pedophile”. I lied.
“I know better”, remarked Lana bitterly and continued, “give me some time before I take a decision”. Lana continued, “I am not divorced and only left the three menand I cannot marry anyone . I left my husband and lived with the other two, so I can only live with you”.
“What a windfall”, I thought.
Lana again read my thoughts and casually stated ,”I’m only a windfall”.
I shuddered.
I entered my own bed room with a mind full of thoughts. I was confused. Prostitution, the Interpol lie, poverty of Lana all sounded strange. I was feeling very unconformable. Mom and daughter were indeed so hungry that they polished off whatever was in my fridge or refrigerator. Quietly they used my bath room to ease themselves and after finishing coiled themselves on the floor ,both stark naked for sleeping.Feeling guilty I almost shouted “Both of you sleep in my bed and I’ll sleep on the floor”.
I noticed that the mom and the daughter were engaged sexually.
I was shocked “ What the hell are you two doing?”
Lana mumbled while she was deeply kissing her daughter, “Incest”, was her only cryptic reply and the two were thoroughly enjoying themselves.
I mused, “ It would be great having threesomes with the two cuties”. I went to the bathroom and masturbated. When I came out the two were lying flat and looked famished.
“So you also shed of your load”, remarked Lana sarcastically. Had you paid me 500 Dollars, I’d have given you the time of your life.
“500 Dollars is the going rate for a terrific three somes”, I explained.
Lana gave me a dark look and kept quiet.
“We are used to being treated as trash”, remarked lana. “But I won’t allow you to be treated like my doormat”,I retorted.
As we kept arguing someone rang the door bell hard and kept the switch pressed.
“What the hell”, I remarked.
Without looking through the eye on the door,I opened it.
Three sophisticated automatics instantly pressed near my ear lobes.
They were three very ruff looking men with unkempt beards and were dirty looking.
“Make way, not a word to anyone about us”,nearly shouted one man ,or else your body will be full of lead”.
I was flabbergasted. One of them noticed Lana and her daughter who were standing now.
“You too”, remarked the three men in chorus.
“And lovely Lolita again”, said the other droolingly.
“Oh yeah, we are going to have a great night with two gorgeous whores to play with”, stated the other men”.
I was disgusted and remarked,”I detest pedophiles”. The two men shouted almost simultaneously, “And we love playing with gorgeous kid girls who are always a great game”. One of the men ordered “All will stay here till the time we have accomplished our mission.
“What’s your mission?”, I asked innocuously.
“If you ever asked that question again then nobody will ever find your dead body”, the other man stated viciously.
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