Free Park Avenue (Book Six in the Fifth Avenue Series) by Christopher Smith Page A

ship because if anyone loves to be photographed, it’s
society at social events.   She
looked down at Holt, who was lying on her side naked save for her bra and
panties.  
    With her foot, Carmen pushed her over so her hamburger face
was exposed.   She took several
photos for Coleman, dropped the camera back into her purse and then opened the
door and peered into the hall.   No
one was there, but she could hear the elevator working.   She took a final look at herself in the
mirror, decided it would have to do and then, after turning off the lights, she
locked the door and closed it behind her.
    She looked up and around.   Where were the cameras?   She couldn’t see them, but she knew they
were here somewhere.   And so she
walked as naturally as she could to the bank of elevators, listening as one of
them approached.  
    It was the center elevator.  
    Carmen pressed the button for the elevator to the far right
and heard it lurch into motion.   Her
stomach tensed as the center elevator drew closer.   She reached into her purse and removed
her gun, concealing it between her thigh and her purse.  
    She waited.   Every
part of her focused on the possibilities and how she would respond to
them.   The center elevator started
to slow.   It was stopping here.   How many would be inside?   She looked around for a place to hide,
but there was no time to do so.
    The elevator stopped and the doors slid open.   Carmen pressed her back against the far
right elevator, which was nearing her, and held her breath while waiting for
whoever was inside to emerge.  
    When they did, it was two drunk men who tripped out and moved
into the room.  
    Carmen remained absolutely still.  
    One of the men pulled the other over to a group of chairs in
the middle of the room.   He pushed
him into one and got on his knees while the other man fumbled with his belt and
laughed.   “We’re going to get
caught,” said the man in the chair.
    The other man stifled his own laughter and tugged at the
man’s pants.   “Addy, would you shut
up?   Please just shut up.   Take out that cock Phippie Sturgison
told me about and give it to me.”
    “You want my cock, slut?”
    “Oh, please.   I’m
a fucking baron.   I don’t talk
dirty, so don’t expect it.   It
reminds me of The Townhouse in the mid-nineties and the memory of those days
still hurts.   All those daddies
fondling twinks—gross.   Come
on.   Give it to me.   I want to see if it’s true.”
    “Then reach in and haul it out for yourself, baroness,” the
man named Addy said.   “Face the
truth and see if you can handle it.”   He giggled.   “The truth.   You can’t handle the truth!”
    “Shhhh!   Christ,
it’s huge.   Let me suck it.   When you’re close, I want you to shoot
into my mouth.   OK?   Don’t fuck it up because you’re
drunk.   I want to swallow it.”  
    Carmen was so engrossed by what she was seeing that she was
surprised when the elevator doors she was pressed against opened.
    She stumbled back into the compartment and came face-to-face
with a member of security.   She
looked up at him as he scrutinized her face.
    Quickly, she reached out her hand and stopped the doors from
closing.   “I came down here looking
for a free restroom and found them!” she said, pointing at the two men, who
were aghast and now attempting to stand.   “What they’re doing is disgusting!   Why would Anastassios allow anything like this to happen on his ship?   At his party?   Why isn’t anyone policing the area for
this sort of behavior?   I don’t want
to be part of this event.   I’m not
giving anything to his cause.   I
want out of here.   Now.”  
    She pressed the button and the doors started to close.   She pretended to catch her breath.   She touched her chest with her hand as
if to steady herself, and then she looked him squarely in the eye.   “I want to be escorted off this ship,”
she said.   “I feel vile.   I