Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 148949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
“First of all, Max, no one is even sucking milk out of anyone’s breast. Second of all—”
“Oh, you got nephew fucked up.” Max waved his hand. “Someone has to taste the milk—”
“Their milk has already been tested—”
“What the fuck is some lab to Uncle Max?”
“Max, I’m not doing this with you—”
“You need a skilled individual to suck on titties and here I am. Lemonisha and I cleared our schedule, and this is how you treat us.”
“Lemonisha can stay. You can go.” I grinned. “And no one is tasting the milk, Max. Have you lost your mind?”
“But, someone has to taste their titties?”
A feminine voice sounded behind him with a heavy Russian accent. “That is why I am here.”
Huh?
We turned.
Valentina greeted me. Her long blonde hair was up in a bun. She wore designer jeans and a beige cashmere shirt with suede heeled boots. Surprisingly, upon her beautiful face, she had a black eye.
I pointed at it. “How did that happen?”
“Do not ask. It will only make me fly back to Saint Petersburg to end a ballerina’s career.”
No way. Ava did that?
“Anyway.” Valentina gazed at the women. “Hmmm. This is quite a selection. In fact, everyone looks quite tasty. I am glad I skipped breakfast.”
I blinked. “Wait. hold up. No one is sucking milk out of anybody today—”
“This is bullshit.” Max scowled at me. “You want to kick me out, but let the Pussy Bandit stay.”
“Pussy Bandit?” Valentina winked and headed away. “I like that name.”
I called after her. “I am serious Valentina. No sucking.”
Max rubbed his forehead. “Why would you let her help, Em?”
“Valentina told me that she had ten wet nurses in the past so I figured she would be helpful.”
“Ten wet nurses.” Max pulled out a joint. “Come on, Em. Use your mind. You know her daughter only needs one or two. Who you think the other wet nurses were for?”
“You’re being ridiculous.”
“Bullshit. Valentina, is nasty in the bedroom. I can tell you some shit that would make you never shake her hand again—”
“I don’t want to know anything.”
“Damn.” Max watched Valentina and whistled. “My archnemesis, the Pussy Bandit strikes again.”
I chuckled.
“Oh well. I’ll take this loss.” He frowned at her walking off. “At least, you will finally get to smoke with me again.”
“Oh yeah.” Sarcasm laced my voice. “That’s the most important thing about finding a wet nurse. My ability to use drugs with you.”
“Play if you want, Em. I got a couple of blunts rolled up just for the special occasion of you and me, smoking. They are all packed in my luggage. When we hit New Orleans, you and I go off to Bourbon street smoke, drink, and fuck up all the strip clubs.”
I smiled.
“And don’t invite Kazimir to our first session. Dude spits all over the weed.”
“He is going to come, Max. Are you afraid Kaz will show you out on the dancefloor.”
Max considered it and smiled. “Last night, drunk Kazimir was the shit. Fuck it. If he comes, you got to let me get him all types of fucked up.”
“We’ll see.”
Far off, Valentina clapped her hands and spoke in Russian. “Take off your shirts and bras!”
I opened my mouth in shock. “What the fuck?”
“I want to see all of your breasts.” Valentina clapped her hands again. “I must touch them.”
Max laughed. “I don’t know what she is saying, but I bet it’s about seeing those titties.”
I groaned in annoyance.
“See what I mean? Pussy Bandit.”
Jesus Christ.
“No. No.” I headed off. “Bye, Valentina. I no longer need your help either. You and Max are out of here.”
She spun around and pouted. “What did I do?”
“I said no sucking.”
“Alright, but we must see the breasts. How would we know if the nipple is proper for my sweet nephew?”
“You both are trying to get charges up against me—”
“Charges? What is this?” Valentina widened her eyes. “What are you saying?”
“Sexual assault charges.”
“That is not a thing in the Brotherhood.”
I pointed to the door. “I no longer need your help. Go ahead and follow Max out the room, please.”
Still chuckling, Max left.
“I am Emilio’s aunt. I must see the breasts for myself. I must feast on—”
“Girl, you know I love you but. . .” I pointed to the door. “I will see you at the airport this evening. We can share a nice glass of wine and laugh about this.”
“But—”
“I’m serious.”
Valentina huffed and headed away.
I turned back to Blue. “Okay. Now that we have those two clowns out of the way. What should we actually do?”
Blue gave me a sad smile. “Honestly, Valentina and Maxwell were sort of right. We really should be checking out their nipples and breasts. Looking at the shapes and sizes.”
I groaned in annoyance. “Fine. I’ll do it.”
Chapter 40
The Final Step
Emily
An hour passed. I eliminated ten women and experienced great discomfort as I told them goodbye.