Last Exit to Brooklyn - Hubert Selby Jr by Hubert Selby Jr. Read Free Book Online

I hope everything
will be alright.
 
    Goldie inquired if they were ready for another drink
and they said yeah, but not so much of that sodashit. Thats o k for
you girls, but I like somethin with a kick, so Goldie swished lightly
to the kitchen, lowering her eyes at Malfie, fixed another drink with
just a drop of mixer and another bennie, distributed the drinks and
asked them if they would like a bennie. Sure, why not. So she passed
the box around, telling them to take two, then sat down glancing
coyly from time to time, at Malfie.
    Georgette no longer tried to control the
conversation, but concentrated on Vinnie, trying, of course, to give
a disinterested impression, wanting to let her friends see that he
was hers. She tried toying with Harry, hoping to arouse a sense of
jealousy in Vinnie, but Harry continually grabbed her by the ears and
rubbed his crotch and tolder he got a nice fat lob forer ta suck, and
Georgette sat back on her throne and threw her head to the side and
told him she wasnt interested in boys, Miss Pinkie, then leaned
toward Vinnie when she saw him staring at Lee. Vinnie was hip to Lee,
but she still looked like a lovely doll and he thought of her as a
dame. Lee enjoyed the idea of them staring at her, but turned her
head and spoke to Goldie or Camille or the room in general. After
all, she had worked in some of the best drag joints and had been
featured in the professional magazines and it certainly would be
beneath her dignity to openly fraternize with roughtrade (admittedly
though she did enjoy them within the safety of the apartment). That
may be alright for Georgette, and the others, but someone in her
position couldnt afford to be seen with scum, and their manners are
far too repulsive . . . but it might be fun to play with them . . .
Camille continued to look, worry and hope.
    Goldie asked Malfie if he would like another drink
and he said sure sweetheart, fillerup and Goldie filled the glass
with gin, just a bit of mixer, no bennie (too much might kill his
nature), yelled for Rosie to get more gin like a good girl. Rosie
smiled, you like me Goldie? and Goldie patted her head, of course
Rosie. Now run along like a good girl and get the gin. When Goldie
handed the drink to Malfie she brushed lightly against his leg and
smiled. Malfie raised his eyes slightly and Goldie twittered and
asked if he would like some pot. Yamean weed? Of course darling.
Yeah. She rushed into the bedroom (he didnt move his leg), came out
with a small cookie tin and passed the joints around. Georgette
blasted with a flourish, letting the ash get long and loose then
dragging hard and sucking the ash in with the smoke. She laughed
loudly, turning and pointing to be certain that everyone was aware
why she was laughing, and watched Harry as he struggled with the
stick and ranked him as he covered his nose and mouth trying to
suppress a cough. You should have asked us to show you how Harold.
Theres no sense in wasting good pot on amateurs. Georgette enjoyed
the light laughter and sat back sucking hard on her joint, pointing
at Harry as he continued to struggle, feeling her eyes cloud slightly
. . . She rolled her shoulders and looked at her Vinnie then turned
back to Harry as he finally stopped choking and tolder ta shuter
mout, ya cocksucker. I am an expert in my field honey. No body can
suck a cock better than I. But you!!! why youre not even a good
thief. Youre just rank, and she sucked the joint down to an 1/8th of
an inch then dropped the roach in her mouth and, smiling
disdainfully, leaned over and took the partially smoked stick from
Harry. His body was as sluggish as his imagination and he only got
partway to his feet then sat down, trying to ignore the smiles of the
guys and the twittering of the queens, straining to think of
something to say, but only mumbling, fag. Shutup and take your dope
pills, ya hop-head. Lee burst out with a roar and told Georgette she
was surprised that her friends were so square. Not all of them