beaver trio

PIERRE, GEENA AND BLOSSOM

LASALLE OF BEAVER

An Allegorical Legend of

Northern Ontario, Canada,

Suitable for an Oratorio

By Izzy Ess de la Grand Vitesse

Pierre was so upset that his own father cut his funds off when he graduated from his University with an MBA and couldn’t get a job.  Pierre had moved in with his father, Jules LaSalle, who worked hard as a janitorial expert at the Rubber Factory of Canada, in Mississauga, next to Toronto, Ontario.  Pierre had built a sizable indebtedness due to student governmental loans; he owed the government some $100,000 Canadian dollars.  Now that he had graduated with full honours, his loan came due.  Without a job, he couldn’t possibly repay a cent and had no money for such things as food and clothing, shelter and necessities of life, including gasoline for his old Mustang and car insurance.  His mom had died of uterine malignancy some time ago and now his lonely dad was not about to support him at age 30.  Besides, Jules LaSalle had found an older woman with two teenage children that spent a lot of time with him and couldn’t tolerated another mouth to feed or an extra personality, so up with which to put.

Pierre was handsome and attracted many women to his cool personality.  He had learned to stay aloof and not chase after women; they chased after him.  One in particular was Geena Williams; a woman with Native Canadian mixed heritage, some French, some Cherokee and something else about which Geena was not clear.  She was living, as a single mother with her teenage daughter, in the most northern sizeable community in Ontario, Beaver.  Pierre had met her at the Western University, in London, Ontario.  She was an adult student, and in fact, the oldest student in his class for MBA’s.  Geena was an excellent ballad singer and an exotic dancer and was enterprising with regard to making recordings and selling herself.  She had plans to start her own recording studio for herself and many other talented Northern Ontario women who needed someone to take over business aspects of their lives, so they could do their thing about the singing and the dancing for which they were well suited, eh?

Pierre called Geena and was glad that she was glad to hear from him.  He could hear loud music in the background until Geena put her hand politely on the phone and yelled, “Turn it down, you idiot!”  It was definitely Whitney Houston that was being played and it stopped immediately when Geena yelled at Blossom, her teenage daughter.  Geena was receptive to Pierre’s proposed visit with the proviso that he help her with her business dealings and perhaps a business arrangement could be had.  Pierre was very grateful.  He spent his last few pennies on enough gas to get to Beaver but the Mustang didn’t last farther north than Gravenhurst, where it died and could not be resuscitated without a pile of cash that he did not possess.  He sold the car for the price of a train ticket to get him to Beaver.  The beautiful Geena and her beautiful daughter picked him up in her old Chevy and transported our Pierre to Geena’s modest house in Beaver.  On the way, Blossom rubbed her breasts deliberately on Pierre’s elbow and tried to look innocent.  Pierre thought that she was exceptionally beautiful, just like her mother who was on the verge of starting a large career which had a lot of promise for the future.

Geena was enthusiastic about her enterprise and had built a small office in the basement along with a very professional recording studio.  There was plenty of room for an additional chair and desk which Geena had already provided.  This made Pierre feel wanted and he was appreciative, thanking Geena with a bear hug and a kiss.  Geena accepted all the gratitude but warned Pierre that she expected him to work hard if she was going to take him on as a business partner.  Pierre was overjoyed to hear the words, “business partner.”  It was the first whiff of a business opportunity that Pierre had had.  He was prepared to do his fair share and then some.  Geena seemed very happy about this response and then became much more friendly, inviting Pierre to share some dinner with them and to move into the extra little bedroom on the first floor.

It was easy for Pierre to move right in.  He had nothing but the clothes on his back and a few small text books about organizing businesses.  Blossom copped a feel of Pierre’s tight buttocks and again looked innocent.  She looked much older than she was and Pierre warned himself to stay away from such possible horrible complications that could ensue.  He had no idea what, in fact, he was getting into.  One of the two books he brought with him was Townsend’s “Up The Organization.”  The other was a short text that he and Geena had used in their classes for their Master’s Degrees in Business.  He had always liked the first chapter which described committees and their functions and included an allegorical story of Moses and Aaron and the first historical description of a committee.in Exodus in the Pentateuch, the first five books of the Holy Bible.

Supper was a simple but a delicious affair with ground venison and tenderloin from a wild boar, made in the French-Canadian style as Filet au Sangliet.  As they were eating, Pierre became aware that both Geena and Blossom had changed clothes and were now wearing see-through gauzy blouses and very short skirts.  Above and below the table it was obvious that neither female was wearing any underwear.  Pierre was a little dumbstruck and tried to stay cool.  The nakedness of it all surprised him.  The next surprise was shocking.  Geena said, “I’d like you to feel at home, here in my humble house in Beaver.  Blossom and I would like to give our version of a Native Canadian welcome by inviting you to spend the night with us together in our bed.  Whaddya say?”  Whereupon, both Geena and Blossom removed their clothes, altogether, while they served a flaming banana dessert.  Pierre didn’t seem to have a choice.  Of course, he was thrilled and stripped off his clothes to reveal that he was most excited.  Geena and Blossom laughed at his erection.  As if on cue, the laughter made his erection soften and disappear.

Blossom grabbed Pierre’s flaccid penis and stroked it vigourously.  Then she put it in her mouth and tongued it expertly.  Then Geena took her turn with Pierre\s erection and she licked him so expertly, he ejaculated.  Blossom and Geena put their hands quietly together with mock applause.  Pierre was still not certain about what was expected of him.  Geena took the lead: “Pierre, if you could service Blossom, she would very much appreciate it.  I will service you later and you can just reciprocate as you see best.  I’m easy to please.”  Pierre’s recovery was slow, but he managed to fulfill requests from Geena and her gorgeous daughter, Blossom.  When everyone was satisfied, Pierre slept between the beautiful women, entwined and enjoined.  In the morning, there was another round of servicing, before Geena made them all a huge breakfast with bacon, eggs, pancakes, orange juice and coffee.  Then they all got dressed together and ensured that each of them was decent and presentable.

The doorbell rang and Geena opened wide the door, admitting Shirley Glass, a pretty woman with a dancer’s fitness.  Geena introduced her to her brand new partner.  Pierre was asked to interview her in his private office in the basement.  Geena had prepared a form which included an application for the agency that Geena owned.  Pierre was impressed by Shirley’s background and her talents as a singer and an exotic dancer.  Shirley demonstrated for him her singing while they made a small recording that would become a part of Shirley’s application.  Shirley did a very professional strip-tease and a lap dance for the benefit of our Pierre who was so turned on, he came and wet his pants.  This Shirley was not horrified but rather pleased that her lap dance was demonstratedly effective and would thus be profitable in an all men’s exotic dancing emporium.  Pierre was just astounded at her coolness and her quiet, attractive personality which allowed her to have a great effect on him and yet was helpful in the cleaning up.  Ms. Shirley helped Pierre undress while she licked up a lot of salty stuff from our Pierre’s manly apparatus and the inside of his underwear.  “I can launder this, if it pleases you, Pierre.”  Pierre agreed to have Ms. Shirley Glass take the responsibility for laundering his underwear.  On the form that Geena had prepared, there was, in fact, a box to tick off, which indicated that the candidate was co-operative and cleanly in her behaviour.

There followed, in succession, a dozen applicant signees that were as beautiful and talented as Shirley and as adept at dancing as Shirley was.  This meant another dozen of women who were signing up to allow Geena and her new partner to be their managers at a rate of 20% of all future earnings.  Geena revealed to her new partner that she had bought into several male-only clubs and would be providing singers and dancers for them.  She said, “This far up North, the men are working in the coldness of the Arctic Circle and when work was over, in the evening, they had need for warmth and female companionship, a service which is costly to the working men.”  Geena mentioned that the male-only clubs were doing very well and would be a constant source of income for their company.  She also mentioned that these were single women, usually with a child or two, who needed a good income in the frozen north for their single parent families.  Pierre asked, “Do I have to have a lap dance done on me with every applicant?  I’m getting really tired… very happy, but very tired!”  “No you dummy!  I just thought it would be enticing to you to keep you here in Beaver.  If you like, the next time there’s a demonstration of lap-dancing called for, you could get a group of men from one of Beaver’s many bars to help you out.  You wouldn’t have to charge them much!”  Geena and Pierre enjoyed a hearty laugh.  Pierre remarked that he was glad she was such an understanding partner.  Geena smiled slyly and invited her new partner to spend another night with Blossom, alone, or with her company.  Pierre quipped, “Only if you understand that I may not be able to give my all to both of you.”  Geena laughed.  “We’ll see, my bosom buddy.  We’ll see.”

In the evening, Pierre reviewed his interviews with Geena and agreed they have potential to make a lot of money with these women.  Geena was very pleased and congratulated her new partner for pitching in so enthusiastically.  Geena made the copies of the interviews that she would keep in her own office records and Pierre started a large computer file of his own for potential clients for their businesses.  Geena and Blossom stripped down to nakedness and invited Pierre to follow suit.  They ate another delicious meal prepared by the women.  Then they happily retired for the evening to Geena’s bed where Blossom, Geena and Pierre fell fast asleep in each other’s arms.  Pierre dreamt all night long of servicing his new two women and in the morning, had a chance to fulfill his dreams with enthusiastic co-operation.  Geena’s cooking skills were again evident at breakfast time.  At 9:00 am, the door bell rang and a series of six women arrived to be interviewed.  Geena took the interviewing by herself that day and gave her new partner a chance to recover.  Blossom helped Geena with the interviewing process.

Our Pierre got dressed in enough clothes to ward off the cold and went for a walk around Beaver.  He liked the atmosphere.  He found some friendly bartenders with whom to talk.  They all were happy about his arrival to help the industrious Geena.  All of them remarked at how the Geena Enterprises was a boon for Beaver.  One of the bartenders, Steven Butterfingers, was very enthusiastic about Geena.  He said she was occasionally a customer at this bar.  He mentioned that he had dated Geena when both of them were in high school.  He said she had the entrepreneurial spirit early and had made a lot of money doing lap dances for the men in the back room for big bucks.  Pierre was not surprised at this bit of history.  He was already impressed with Geena’s ability to make a buck, if there was a buck to be made.  Pierre took a chance and asked who Blossom’s father was.  Steven was not sure, he said, and Geena may not know for sure, he added.

When Pierre got hungry, he found a nice café and enjoyed a large BLT with coffee.  Geena entered and smiled and joined him.  “I see you found the best café around.  And, you ordered their specialty, an extra-large BLT.  If you don’t mind, we can go back to the house after lunch and discuss some business, if you’re up to it.”  Geena smiled.  Pierre smiled.  They were still smiling when they got back home and stripped and took to Geena’s bed.  Blossom wasn’t there and the couple relaxed and fell asleep in each other’s arms, entwined and enjoined.  Blossom appeared later in the afternoon and joined them in the bed after getting undressed, enjoining and entwining with her mom and her new partner.

In a private moment with Geena, our Pierre decided to ask the question.  “Who is Blossom’s biological dad?”  Geena smiled and said, “I’m not really sure.  I bedded a lot of guys when I was a teenager and when I was in college.  I got a little more serious when I was studying for my Master’s in Business Administration, as you know.  I decided to date less and study more.  Despite all my precautions and increasing abstinence, I became pregnant in London.  I was able to hide the pregnancy from almost everyone and I came back home for two months to deliver Blossom.  Since I really didn’t know the actual father, I wanted to raise Blossom by myself and stay independent.  My folks were alive at the time and helped me a lot.  Luckily, Blossom was always healthy and happy and my parents loved her very much.  When they then died together in a terrible car accident, I was already living here in Beaver and Blossom blossomed, as I’m sure you can tell.  The death of my folks was devastating to me, but not to my daughter.  Her bravery was an inspiration.  She and I became very close and we still are, eh?  I can’t imagine what will happen when Blossom starts dating.  So far, except for you, she doesn’t seem to have found anyone special.  Obviously, she’s not a virgin anymore.  I’m sure, if it wasn’t you that deflowered her, it wasn’t anyone, I know.  I’m very happy that we’ve gotten back together and I’m happier that Blossom has found you to be attracted to.  I’ve never seen her look so happy than she looked since you’ve appeared to make a little family for us.  Thank you, darling.  I think I love you.  In fact, I’m sure of it.  Officially, I do declare that you’re my one and only and I hope you have some similar feelings for me and Blossom!”  With a great big smile, Ms. Geena showed her new partner just how much she loved him by enjoining him with her and pushing harder than she’d ever pushed before.  Pierre was so excited he just started grunting and returned her pressure with enthusiasm.

What else is there to say, dear reader?  If Geena and Pierre were scientifically so inclined, they could have checked the DNA and found it was most likely that our Blossom was the biological result of union twixt Pierre and Geena.  The trio did become the leaders of the town of Beaver, bringing wealth for everyone and attention to it as the place where all the sexiest women of the world were there in Beaver, working hard to please just every man and woman who was working there or visiting.  Pierre and Geena and their daughter Blossom led the way, for years to come.  Blossom bore them beautiful daughters, six in all, before she stopped her child bearing and became the partner of the company that put the town of Beaver on the map.  Their glowing, loving family was inspirational to all, including me.  I’m giving it to you, dear reader.  Please look at Blossom, Geena and Pierre with love and understanding.

Our Pierre paid off his student loan which had increased to $200,000 loonies with interest and penalties, just before he died at age 79.  Geena lived to 101 and was the grand matriarch of Beaver society where all the women she had trained had already sculpted her in amethyst about 12 feet high wearing nothing but her lovely body parts that had become so famous in the area.  They surrounded her with a polar garden with polar bears and moose that lived there freely and with many visitors.  As the ice-cap melted, many tropical flowers were transplanted there in a kind of bio-dome that was quite spectacular.  It had access to the still huge Hudson’s Bay so that whales and dolphins could approach and feed upon the natural small animals of the floor of the bay.  A dozen friendly ring-necked penguins were imported from the tip of South America and they thrived along with beavers and the caribou.  The eco-system was anointed as the best that Canada could offer while the global warming advanced apace.  It provided an oasis of clean air and clean water for the Inuit and all the other natives of the area.  Geena’s Garden was photographed, and widely seen on PBS, by National Geographic Society.  It was in a special issue of the Society’s monthly magazines and is now an expensive collectable.

Geena’s purple likeness became an established Canadian Icon and was featured on many postage stamps and special coins issued by the mint in Ottawa.  It rivalled the armless Venus da Milo for a symbol of exciting womanhood.  Her pulchritude and generosity were inspiring to the generations of young women who had followed her adventures, loyally.

THE END

© izzy sommers, md

Wetland, Kanata

September 27. 2013