VLADIMIR
RACHMANINOFF
This Is A Fictional Account Of A Russian Man’s
Attempt At Achieving Untold Wealth With An Idea Of Plastic Building Blocks For
Private Homes, Businesses And Entire Cities.
An Operetta Or A Madrigal Or A Movie Script Would Be Appropriate. The Notions Are Outlined In Detail So That
Anyone May Use It As Long As Credit Is Given To This Author For Residuals.
By Izzy Ess Of Monkey Business
Count
Vladimir Rachmaninoff encountered much resistance to his notion of building
blocks for building houses. His idea was
so similar to the old fashioned cabins made of logs that could be built by
anyone by merely putting up the notched out logs. If hardened plastic LEGO pieces were
available, a single man or women could then build himself a house that would be
beautiful and functional, colourful and cheap.
Vladimir did estimate that a two-bedroom detached house would cost no
more than 20,000.00 Deutsch Marks at the present rate of international
exchange. The land might cost 50,000.00,
or more, depending on location. The
house would be completely water proof and could be moved quite easily from
place to place giving all advantages of mobile homes, eh?
Vladimir
had patented the whole idea and he needed to buy up the LEGO Company to ensure
the copyrights. LEGO had already made
agreements with him. As yet, he had no
money partners and would make his profits by himself. Shipping wouldn’t be a major problem and the
idea could be internationally viable except for governmental resistance to the
effect that his notion would create in everybody’s housing market. F. Buckminster Fuller had had a similar idea
with prefabricated apartments of aluminum and glass which could be transported
anywhere and plugged into some central posts with all utilities like water,
electricity and gas. Vlad conceived that
even office buildings, outlet stores and strip malls were some possibilities. He also visualized entire villages
constructed with his plastic building blocks!
Vladimir
Rachmaninoff was a distant relative of Sergei Rachmaninoff. His girlfriend’s name was Scheherazade
Prokoffiev, a distant relative of Sergei Prokoffiev. Together they created Symphonies of Love and
Lust in her apartment near the Kremlin in Old Moskva. He had decorated her own walls with LEGO
sculptures and some miniature models of his model city built with LEGO pieces,
eh? Vlad had claimed a large desk in a
closet for his computer and his architectural creations and his business
correspondence with LEGO and some governmental agencies that would be giving
Vlad permission to proceed with his great notion. Licensing of his own company for building
permits was, to date, resisted and refused.
Scheherazade
was beautiful. Her heritage was partly
Arabic. One large part of her big family
did live in Old Morocco and another in the country, Georgia, north of Russia,
where the only threat to health was a living Russian. The Georgians lived to be one hundred twenty
without incidence of coronary heart disease, hypertension or malignancy,
despite, or perhaps, because of, traditional diets of fat right off the pigs
and goats, homemade vodka by the gallon, daily, and laborious hard farming and
housekeeping, without the benefit of the modern technical advances. Their horses still would pull the ploughs
which they themselves would pull as well.
Scheherazade
was story book exotic woman with a body that would move a nation to
distraction. She could belly-dance and
often did for Vladimir. Naked, she was
statuesque and perfectly constructed.
Vlad was often awestruck by her pulchritude and sexiness. In her youth she had learned to please a man
and lift his spirit up to Heaven. And,
when she was being pleased, it was as if Maurice Ravel was just composing sexy
melodies. When she was sixteen she had
worked for Madam Doris Yeltsin where the girls were most expensive for a
wealthy Russian clientele which included Commissars. Count Vladimir had met her there and hired
her as companion for himself. She was
most appreciative to have been so rescued by the handsome Count who was so
creative and had so many interesting things to say and do. Madam Yeltsin’s price for her was quite
exorbitant and Vlad was rich enough to pay for it.
Vladimir
was not a jealous man and did allow Scheherazade to have friends of her own to
keep her company when he made business trips to other Russian cities and
abroad. One such friend was Boris
Borodin, the grandson of the famous Alexander Borodin, a chemist and composer
of those wonderful melodic tone poems which still exist today, including the
gorgeous melodies of “Kiss Me Kate,” a musical production based on William
Shakespeare’s “Taming of the Shrew,” from which Sammy Davis, Jr., had had a hit
recording of “Stranger in Paradise.”
Boris often spent the night with exotic Scheherazade, enjoined and
intertwined romantically, eh? Another
friend was Olga Mae Tchaikovsky, distant cousin of Pyotr Ilyitch
Tchaikovsky. Olga Mae and Boris and
Scheherazade would often hum a trio for a threesome, overnight.
Of
course, Vladimir had his playmates, too.
In Stockholm he hung out with Swedish twins who loved his swarthy skin
and dark curly hair while theirs was blond and straight and hung down to their
derrieres, which of course were beautiful.
Endearing was their habit of just braiding their long hair to make the
longest pony tails around. Count Vlad
would often hang onto their braids and drive them like a pair of golden horses
and would spank their derrieres to turn them on. The twins, Olga and Marie Lindquist, loved
their spankings and would lubricate their honeypots anticipating pokes by
Vladimir which would surely come. Vlad
would also love their great massages which they did with expertise because they
had been trained in massotherapy. Vlad
loved their back massages and their front massages which would lengthen his
grand manhood and get it throbbing urgently.
They thrilled him with their tight and juicy honeypots to which they
treated him as frequently as he would come to visit them in Sweden, eh?
In
New York City, Count Vlad would frequent Madame Jezebel Beethoven’s House of
Treasured Beauties for a sampling of American contestants for the Ms. America
bold pageants. Especially he did like
the Southern Belles from Georgia and from Alabama, eh? He’d rent a duo or a trio of them and take
them to his penthouse suite in Hilton’s of New York. There would be potential financiers of his
proposals for his LEGO buildings who were considering some cash for future
profit that might accrue if his proposals could get by the government. The Southern Belles would take large wads of
cash for favours of a sexual sort and split the take with Vlad.
Madame
Beethoven had instructed them in detail and they were proficient in any kind of
sexual activity, including spanking and the other forms of S&M. Vladimir was oft amused as married men
preferred the lovely belles in teenage dress who acted guilty of some
misbehaviour and needed to be spanked.
They’d have to bare their derrières and touch their toes, while the
business men would spank them and make their derrieres quite red. Then they’d get down on their knees and beg
forgiveness, feigning tearfulness. Blow
jobs would ensue. Intercourse was
rare. Extra wads of C-notes were common.
After
the businessmen had left, the Southern Belles and he relaxed and divvied up the
loot. Each of them demanded intercourse
with Vlad because they were impressed by his big member. They did laugh a lot about the businessmen
and about the spankings which were fun.
The thrill of Vlad’s great masthead in their lubricated honeypots was
joyous and they all added to the thrill by rubbing nipples and tickling
derrieres while Vlad was pumping each of them completely full of his deposits,
deep inside their private parts.
Back
in Moskva, Vlad rejoined his beautiful Scheherazade while she was partying with
her Boris and her Olga Mae. The three
were naked and enjoined and intertwined.
Vlad watched them for a while and then he disengaged them and demanded
some attention for himself. Scheherazade
did offer Vlad her honeypot already lubricated and just heated up. Vladimir accepted her kind offer while Olga
Mae and Boris did kazutzkis for them.
Then they all joined in and intertwined and did enjoin throughout the
night. In the morning, Scheherazade made
eggs and bacon for the four of them with gourmet coffee and some orange juice. Our Boris and his Olga Mae departed. Our Scheherazade and Vladimir relaxed for the
whole day and even played a game of chess which Scheherazade did win. In the evening, they went to see the Hockey
Championships between a team from Moskva and a team from somewhere in Siberia.
Count
Vladimir Rachmaninoff received a phone call the next day from the USA. It seems a Manfred Mozart, a descendant of
the Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart family of Salzburg, near Vienna, Austria, was
interested in financing Vladimir’s great notion for building things with LEGO
pieces, and had the US Government’s permission to proceed in starting projects
in the USA. Our Vlad was quite excited
and he left immediately to take an Aeroflot to New York City for connections
with a flight to San Francisco where Manfred Mozart had his central office next
to Petaluma on Highway 101. A limousine
awaited him in the San Francisco Airport which sped up north across the Golden
Gate to Petaluma, California, right next to Silicone and Simi Valley in the
foothills of the north-south mountain range along the California coast. This was a first for Vladimir; the coastline
was spectacular!
Manfred
wore a cowboy hat and a leather cowboy shirt and blue jeans, with tall leather
cowboy boots with spurs. The contrast
was so striking because Vlad had worn his black tuxedo with the satin black
accessory fancy strips down both his trouser legs and a black, silk cummerbund,
black bow-tie and a frilly silken shirt, with black pearly studs. The handshake was so brutal, Vladimir was
forced to pull his tender hand away to avoid some fracture in the bones of his
right hand. Nonetheless, Vlad liked this
cowboy almost instantly and there were women in some skimpy shorts and open
shirts already in the office. “They’re
for later,” Manfred had remarked when Vlad had sighted the California beauties,
eh? The discussion was quite brief. “I’m prepared to pay you cash today for your
great patent on your LEGO-like construction blocks. This wad of thousand dollar bills amounts to
twenty million dollars as a token of my seriousness!” Vlad was quite impressed by how this cowboy
did his business. He took the wad of
bills and put them in his pocket along with a packet of a contract for twenty
billion dollars to buy him out completely.
He signed the contract instantly and kept a copy for himself, just after
Manfred Mozart had affixed his signatures and waxy logos.
When
all was signed, sealed and delivered, Vlad was told to remove his clothes as
the women had removed their own and was shown into a large bedroom with a
four-poster king-sized bed for his enjoyment with the California beauties. In the bed, two rattle snakes awaited him and
bit him with their deadly fangs on his naked thighs. Vlad was dead in twenty seconds. A crew of cowboys then appeared and put him
in a gunny sack and hauled him out to throw him in the Pacific Ocean never to
be seen again! Of course, the wad of
bills and pack of contracts was sequestered by our Manfred, easily.
Manfred
Mozart was ready to proceed with his old notion of huge building stones shaped
cleverly with lasers so that houses and great buildings could be built the way
the ancient Peruvians had built their pyramids up mountain sides and tremendous
walls within the Andes range of Mountains, in South and Central America. His iron-clad contracts with some congressmen
and senators were already signed which made him ready to recover millions of
dollars for the future of the Mozart Corporation, of which Manfred was the
President and CEO.
Scheherazade,
in Moskva, missed her Vladimir for many weeks before she took up with a married
Commissar who paid her handsomely for her great belly-dancing and honeypot
availability. A tiny article in an
obscure part of Pravda newspapers did state that the wealthy Count Vladimir
Rachmaninoff had disappeared and his location was a mystery. A statement from our Manfred Mozart said
there was to be a business meeting in his Petaluma office, but the Count had
not shown up. No investigations had been
ordered by the Russian Government.
THE
END
© izzy sommers, md
Welland, Canada
December 8, 2013
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