pierre seville

PIERRE SEVILLE

This Is The Lyrical, Fictitious Tale Of An Ambitious Man Who Would Be A Modern King.  Methinks, It Would Create A Lovely Madrigal, With Music Of Joaquin Rodrigo, Perhaps A Jazzy Version Of “Concerto Para Gentilhomme,” arranged and played by someone like Amad Jamal.  A Movie Short, And Feature Film, Are Other Possibilities, Starring Someone Who Looks A Lot Like Brad Pitt Or Cesar Romero, Eh?

By Izzy Ess Of Monkey Business

Supplying gaskets to GM and Ford was all Pierre was trained to do and he performed it well.  The gaskets in the baskets with “Pierre Seville, Incorporated,” printed on the packages made him the proudest citizen in Hamilton, Ontario in Canada.  He overpowered all the competition and did raise his prices quite significantly every year.  His profits soared when Chrysler and Mercedes Benz became his customers and he tooled up to make a bundle with each shipment of exclusive gaskets, custom-sized for each big company.  He sold out to Car Parts of Effingham, for two million dollars and he bought another company which made the steering wheels for heavy Hummers and cool Jaguars, eh?  He made new contracts with Rolls Royce and Citroën, Toyota and with Saab.  Again, he raised his prices every year and enjoyed big profits.  He sold out to Car Parts of Effingham, again, and netted fifteen million in cool cash.

Pierre indulged himself in one of his male fantasies regarding Bunny Hutches.  Hiring fifteen young and buxom women to dress up as quasi Playboy Bunnies to relax and live with him in his large mansion on the cliff atop Mount Hamilton, which overlooked the Bay of Burlington and Lake Ontario.  He took up smoking pipes and wearing silk kimonos while the Bunnies tended bar and cooked for him.  His King of Castle attitude was supported by substantial bonuses to all the women who would satisfy his every whim of sexual activity.  He invited many politicians and some influential businessmen and women to indulge themselves in food and sex and alcohol.  His perspicacious wheeling-dealing did enable him to take control of several licensed thriving businesses, including several men’s and lady’s clubs in Ste. Catharines, in Hamilton and in Niagara Falls with exclusive and expensive memberships.  These clubs attracted many wealthy men and women from Toronto, Hamilton, Niagara Falls and Buffalo.  Pierre Seville became a billionaire.

Within a year, he hired some fifteen tall and handsome men to service all his female guests.  They were dressed in quite skimpy cowboy outfits with gun holsters and real Smith and Wesson loaded weapons.  He directed a construction company to dig below his basement deep into the rocks of the escarpment with his notion to have a virtual strong fortress for protection from his business enemies and the security of his gold bullion from potential robbers.  While installing great big vaults for all his assets in expensive jewels and precious metals, he did realize his fantasies of solid power as a “Robber Baron,” eh?  He spent a lot of time in his strong fortress, counting all his treasures, some of which were fashioned into jewelled golden crowns.  He’d wear expensive purple velvet, ermine-collared robes and did surround himself with his new bodyguards and harems of his pseudo-bunnies, pseudo-jesters and his wealthy guests with whom he did continue to make advantageous business deals for properties and money-making businesses.  His assets were sufficient for the selling of Pierre Seville Incorporated, PSI, the ticker symbol, stocks on major stock exchanges, including options, bonds, preferred and common stocks.  His net value soared as he became a multi-billionaire.

A carousel was his next project and he fashioned naked men and women as the horses that one mounted which provided sexual experiences for himself and business visitors.  The women were especially enthralled by mounting males with fashioned, life-like, rubber manhoods which provided pleasure for them as the carousel was operating.  They said the pumping action was exquisite and would turn them on tremendously.  The secret filming of both men and women in the throes of ecstasy while riding on Pierre’s unusual revolving carousel was very profitable, eh?  Besides it greased the wheels for many more exciting business deals for our Pierre.

Geneviève Madrid, a beauty from Jamaica, enthralled Pierre.  She had a head for business and succeeded in the diamond trading world.  She and Pierre were married on a day in May when thunderstorms predominated.  They enjoyed the sexy carousel together every evening in the underground secured huge fortress deep within the rocks.  They swirled and whirled together, dizzily, before retiring to the throne room and completing fantasies of being King and Queen of Hamilton.  She committed all her assets to Pierre who increased his holdings in pure gold.  They liked to visit his gold vaults and stroke the precious metal for excitement and the simple, sexual thrill of it.  Then they’d spend the evening and the night enjoined and intertwined with ecstasy.

An unexpected earthquake changed the course of the Lake Erie flow of water to completely flood the underground strong fortress, drowning our Pierre and his Geneviève and their large staff of bunnies, cowboys and armed guards.  The gold and other treasures were completely buried in a thousand tons of rocks.  The rescue efforts were quite insufficient and everything was lost.  A magnificent Pierre Rivulet and Waterfall of Hamilton were thus created and it rivalled the great wonderment of the actual Niagara Falls.

THE END

© izzy sommers, md

Welland, Canada

January 11, 2014