suzy and pierre

PIERRE AND SUZY

A Modern Sagacious Saga

By Izzy Ess of Sneakiness

Maneuvering his semi-tractor trailer, Brigham Jones backed up his new equipment to the huge unloading dock behind The Strindberg Grocery Store.  The occupants were herded out by Bin Xi Kuk, the North Korean immigration broker.  Owner of the store, Pierre Pontneuf, paid Kuk in gold, the equivalent of ten thousand dollars, USA.  Pierre led all the North Koreans to a locker room where they removed their clothes and followed their new leader to the shower room where the hot water was already running.  Soap was given out and washcloths so that everyone could get the dirt and grime off that they had accumulated in their long, hard voyages.  Pierre distributed one-size-fits-all green scrubs, and plastic sandals, to the men and women and the teenagers.

Pierre had singled out a teenage girl who understood, immediately, that she would be a special sex-related slave.  He hugged her and he fondled all her pretty private parts while she stroked on his penis, through his clothes.  There were no gasps or screams or climaxes.  Pierre just smiled and let her go and said no word, but did name her his “Suzy Cue.”  She smiled, too, before she left, and joined her prison-mates.

Pierre then led them to the large employee lunch room where they each received a plate piled high with angel hair spaghetti, small meatballs, tomato sauce and steamed green peas and carrots, plus a glass of water.

Everyone appeared to be quite hungry.  Pierre had made a lot of extra food.  He ladled out a lot more pasta and steamed veggies and he filled the glasses with fresh water as they guzzled it.  He also found some tiny glasses for some potent sake, for some relaxation.  After eating this huge meal, a South Korean Master of the Art of Relaxation, ran them through a brief routine for stretching designed to get the kinks out of muscles that had not been moved a lot since the ocean voyage had begun.  Some started smiling and nodded their approval at Pierre.  Some older women showed Pierre their breasts and private parts.  Pierre smiled along with them and felt some special understanding had been won.  The women seemed to feel the same…

Pierre brought in some Oriental supervisors who could speak Korean.  They quickly organized the new recruits into pairs and triplets, showing them their special work benches with some special equipment for sewing seams and embroidering.  The product was to be expensive women’s blouses and men’s dress shirts which were meant for formal wear.  Tuxedoed models stood here and there as manikins for them to use.  Pierre did feel that he had bought a special crew that would make him a pile of dough.  He also sensed a special kind of camaraderie which portended lots of satisfaction and high level of some fun.

Pierre owned clothing factories in town that had no legal employees.  He had contacted his North Korean business partners who could supply him with a lot of young and hopeful workers, who were artisans at needlework, including fine embroidery.  It was hinted to them if they worked the long and hard hours under an understanding leader, they would gain American citizenship and freedom.  Nothing had been written and no one was assured that this immigration process was a legal one.

The work at this factory, The Strindberg Grocery Store, started right in with some excellent results.  The blouses made of brushed acetate to look like fine silk, were spectacular with frilly collars and embroidery for framing and for butterflies and flowers here and there.  The buttons were of nacre and would shimmer in the light.  Even edges at the bottom of the blouse were finely finished with a hint of laciness.  The men’s tuxedo shirts were similarly quite spectacular with frilly, lacy edges for the collars and edges where the black, pearl-like buttons and studs lined straight up.  The breast pockets were flat and had embroidered royal looking crests on them with peacocks and weaponry.  The bottom edges were extremely neat and straight with pastel shades of silken thread that made them look quite regal.  Specifically designed ascots matched the subtle colours in the hems and seams.  The handkerchiefs that were to go in the tuxedo’s breast pockets were all exactly matched to the pastel colours of the threads in the shirt seams and hems.  Pierre was wise enough to set the wholesale prices very high to garner maximum rewards from retailers.  Success was fast in coming and Pierre was beaming happy.

Ms. Suzy Cue was very much attentive to Pierre’s requests for sex, at any time of each and every day.  She seemed to take a special pride in having been selected to make Pierre real happy even when she had a heavy load of work on the formal wear for men and women.  Suzy Cue and some of the other young women would act as sales agents for Pierre.  They also provided extra incentives with their nubile bodies to get the highest wholesale prices in the business.  The unfair tactics sometimes drew attention to the health inspectors and the immigration officials.  No official fines or penalties ensued, but it cost a bundle to pay off the men concerned with inspections and official business.  In many circles, this was business done the around the world monetary bribes and sexual favours were expected.

Suzy Cue became a somewhat famous instrument of Pierre’s many enterprises.  He and she conspired to start a special line of shirts and blouses called, “SUZY KEW TOPS for THAT SPECIAL SOMEONE.”  The Suzy Kew and Special Someone lines became Pierre’s best and dearest seller.  Suzy Kew’s sexual favours were an underground hit of major proportions.  Buyers lined up every day for modelling and favours.  Pierre could raise his prices to the sky and still get all the sales available.  Pierre commended Suzy to the sky and dressed her up with her own line of blouses and accessories.  Pierre rented a special penthouse at a big hotel and his prices went up accordingly.  The male and female buyers flocked to him as they appreciated special favours done by Suzy Cue.  Suzy gained in confidence and got everything she asked for from Pierre, including very expensive watches and jewelry.  Pierre made her a partner.  She was a whiz with books and calculations.  She seemed to know exactly what a buyer wanted both from her and from her line of clothing.  Often she would customize her work to fit her customer and sales increased accordingly.  Pierre set Suzy up in a penthouse in a downtown hotel for purposes of housekeeping.  He divorced his wife and moved right in with her and lived happily with Suzy Cue as his common law associate, wife and housekeeper.  Suzy bore him three very smart little girls which he and she adored.  They auditioned for the elite schools with great success.  Their combination features of Orient and Occident made them stunning in appearance.

Pierre and Suzy built an empire in the clothing business aimed at upper crust society.  They created a line of expensive jewelry and watches, along with accessories in leather with nacre accents, such as handbags and computer carrying cases.  Socks and shoes came next.  Pierre and Suzy opened several more factories with Kuk’s imported labour from the North Korean Area.  The faithfulness surprised them both.  There was no hanky panky; there was no need for it.  They were compatible in every way and often were photographed together in such magazines as Newsweek and People.  Gentlemen’s Quarterly and Cosmopolitan did spreads.  The favourite photographs for buyers of the media were taken in their lavish penthouse, tastefully furnished with great furniture, both modern and antique and proudly owned original paintings and lithographs by Picasso, Klimt, Chagall, Degas, Braque, Pollack and Kaminski.  They also owned small sculptures done by Rodin and Claudet.

Kuk was greedy and he wanted more money for his services.  When he was turned away, he shouted that he knew that Suzy was already married and he could produce the husband and a valid North Korean marriage certificate.  Suzy was adamant that it was all a lie, designed to gouge more money from the happy couple.  Pierre demanded a copy of the marriage certificate and got one.  It was genuine.  Pierre and Suzy had no choice.  They didn’t want to pay a blackmailer and to have to pay repeatedly.  They simply hired two hit men who killed both Kuk and the genuine husband.  They insured the anonymity of their cruel crime with a million dollars’ worth of gold and silver.  It was a perfect crime.

Pierre and Suzy thought it best to sell their assets in their businesses and retire to Dully am Gully, near Montreux, in Switzerland.  They bought a sizable vineyard with their winnings, fronting on Lake Geneva.   The property had a large chalet-restaurant designed for lovers who required some privacy.  It was right up their alley; they had successes with both businesses, the wine making, under the label of Pierre’s Fine White Wines and the bed and breakfast, Dully am Gully for Lovers Only.

In their twentieth year in Switzerland, Kuk’s brother gunned them down in their B & B.  Kuk was wary of the Pierre and Suzy’s underhandedness and had alerted his brother when he was turned down for blackmail payoffs.  Kuk’s brother wasn’t very smart.  It took him twenty years to find the Swiss home of his brother’s enemies.

THE END

© izzy sommers, md

Welland, Canada

September 14, 2013