Lucius Gynt was trembling with anticipation. Even the bears were excited. His final reward was in sight. He was surprised at how quickly it had come about. There was usually a respectable amount of time between the sacrifices of his whores to the bosom of the Almighty. It was not like Herman Letski to rush into things. In one sense, Gynt was happy. The sooner he received his reward for services rendered the better. He tried to imagine where it would take place. New York City was the favourite and obvious location but it was up to Letski.
As he went through his preparations and his wardrobe selection he wondered what would be entailed. Would it hurt? How long would it all take? Now that he was close to achieving his dream he felt uncommonly nervous. He hummed a little tune as he drifted around the apartment and checked elements of his outfits with his bear audience.
He wondered too about Herman Letski. Was this really his name? He had hinted it wasn't. He had explained how easily he could just vanish and his entire operation with him. Could Gynt really trust him? Could he truly believe him?
He paused and replayed past conversations. He tried to recall firm promises with details and he found his memory straining to remember anything with absolute certainty. Gynt's life experience had taught him the value of caution and of precaution. He stopped in the center of his apartment, poised like a gymnast preparing for the parallel bars. He was suddenly and depressingly swamped with doubts. Lucius Gynt didn't like doubts. They disturbed him. It was time for a board meeting.
He assembled his bears in order of seniority and placed them in a semicircle. He sat cross-legged before them and posed a number of questions – the ones that bothered him most now that he was close to achieving his ambition. He always took note of the bears' wise counsel. He listened without interruption as they advised him about the precautions he should take. Gynt had suddenly realised how vulnerable he was to the perfect double-cross. At any moment he chose, Letski could shop him to the authorities anonymously.
Gynt would have to remain alert and attuned to the slightest hint that he was not next in line. Letski could simply vanish without trace leaving Gynt bereft. Gynt knew that Letski had an extensive global operation but very few, if any, close confidantes or partners. The most insidious thought that penetrated Gynt's mind was that Letski could simply have Gynt taken out. Letski knew where to find him in New York, St Lucia or Nice. A dark night, a drive by shooting and that would be it.
During lunch he had sensed disquiet behind Letski's urbane exterior and could tell he was disturbed by the edge of steel in his voice. He wasn't happy about Gynt's public demonstrations of vicious slaughter. Nevertheless, Gynt had made his point. Now it was Letski's turn to deliver. If he was so sure he was untouchable then what was there to worry about. If he wanted the Priest to return to the anonymous disposal of unwanted assets he knew what he had to do. Keep his promise.
Lucius Gynt was looking forward to the evening when New York changed color. And he planned to change with it. He popped into Bloomingdale's and cruised the sales departments eventually buying a little trinket, a pair of solid gold earrings in the shape of woman. He liked them. He liked to buy something most days.
As the evening drew in and the sun set over Yorkville, Gynt prepared for the night's entertainment. He needed company and he needed anonymity. He stripped, showered and shaved his legs and underarms then went to his evening closet. Slowly he caressed his body with a fresh, silk pair of panties before rolling on a pair of stockings. He was old-fashioned. He liked garters.
He slipped into a breast enhancer cum bra with quick release tabs on the back. Now he selected a dress to suit his mood. He plumped for a low-cut red number by Yves St Laurent, which matched his Diamante encrusted necklet. He would never wear real jewellery where he was going to hang out.
He picked for tonight a dark wig that suited his mood. It was razor cut and sculpted to his features making him seem even more oriental. He knew this intrigued men and women alike and he liked both at once.
He spent an hour on his make-up then selected a pair of Gucci shoes that showed off his calves. He was almost ready. He had secured his money and a credit card in a secret pocket designed into the false belt on his dress. All that remained was to check his look in the mirror. Yes, he was devastating. He picked up his shoulder bag, paraded in front of a captive teddy bear audience and went to the door.
Emerging from the apartment, Chantelle stepped daintily out into the New York evening. Gynt smiled behind his alter ego as he noticed admiring glances from passers-by. But Chantelle wasn't looking for passers-by tonight.
She was looking for love.
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