Last Exit to Brooklyn - Hubert Selby Jr by Hubert Selby Jr.

shouldnt he help Harry fuck her.
Cause we/re having a party and the people are nice, and the people
are nice . . . —Harry took a slip from a drawer and wiped his cock.
I bet yaknow youve been fucked! Harry and Malfie laughed and Lee
watched Vinnie as he mounted her then closed her eyes and wrapped her
legs around his hips—Goldie went back to the living room and sat on
the couch, ignoring Camille and Sal, watched the smoke drift from her
mouth and the sound waves from the radio; and Sals legs shook and he
bent at the knees and Camille grunted and gurgled, moving her head
fantastically, digging her nails into his ass, trying to get every
inch of his cock in her mouth—Soon. Soon . . . (Quaff, oh, quaff
this kind nepenthe); and we will hear tugboat whistles blowing high .
. .—Sal put his pants over the back of a chair and stretched out
with a new cigarette and drink; Camille went to the bathroom with her
nail brush, finger brush, hand brush, hair brush and toothbrush —They
guys came out of the bedroom, sweat pouring from their faces, and
filled glasses with gin and ice. Lee called to Miss Goldie and asked
her if she could borrow a dress, and she told her, Of course. The
gorgeous blue number I wore to the DRAG BALL last year is in the
closet if you want it. Thank you, but I think it would be better if I
wore something simple, an afternoon dress will do. Something I can
slip out of easily. Yeah! HAHAHAHARRR The guys took a few more bennie
each and sauntered back into the living room. Hey Sal, whatta yadoin?
posin fa holy pictures? They all roared and Goldie looked with pride
at Malfie. Vinnie sat next to Georgette and stuck a wet finger in her
ear. How yadoin Georgie? O Vincent (of course he did not) dont do
that, squirming and trying to giggle but she couldnt fight the
momentum of the centrifuge and her face only twisted. Whats the
matta? got a booboo? You like the Bird? Bird? Hey whats withya
sweetchips, pinching her cheek and turning to the others, ya been
eatin birdseed? laughing and looking around the room. O snapping his
fingers, yamean the Raven thing. Yeah. Yeah, sure. Take me inside
Vinnie (?) dropping her hand on his leg. Whatsa matta? ya hungry?
rubbing her hand in his crotch. It takes loot tado me sweetchips,
looking around the room lifting his glass to his mouth, the gin
slobbering down his chin, how much yagot? I have love, I have
love—(Camille came back from the bathroom, fresh and clean, her
hair so neatly brushed, the highlights gleaming, swishing ever so
gaily across the room. O really Miss Thing, one would think it was
the first cock you ever sucked. Camille fluttered a few fingers at
Goldie and sat beside Sal)—I have love and the Bird. (O god not
after her. Vinnie. O Vinnie. Please. That was so long ago. So long
ago. When? When? It was my brother and the G string)— Lee stepped
from the bedroom and hurried to the bathroom. I dont know why she
doesnt keep at least a hair brush in there— (Goldies not half as
attractive as I) still silent and trying, trying to smile
coquettishly, but it wouldnt come, it wouldnt come. And the Bird was
gone. Gone! Only a Raven. Nevermore . . . and she whirled and whirled
and whirled and sounds whirled and smoke whirled and Vinnie laughed,
he laughed. Vinnie laughed and soon he would pick her up and carry
her to the bedroom ... A voice A voice. O God, not his john. I cant.
Not now. Not after—Lee clicked into the room wearing a pair of
Sheilas stockings and best shoes and sat daintly and looked at Harrys
wet, dirty, smug, leering face . . . happy, O so happy that she wasnt
a degenerate freak like that pervert; but loving his vicious prick
and the next time we will be alone and he can be as freaky as he
wants, and suck my tongue, and he will come around many times ... if
I want him to. She looked at Georgette and lifted an eyebrow. What
are you on honey? (bitch! Evil Bitch! Leave me alone!) Well common
Georgie. Getup somea those chips. Ya dont want yadinner taget