I Want My Cherry!

Lance Vandervull was no ordinary man. An entrepreneur at thirteen years of age. He simply matched services with customers and charged a fee to each. Even in the beginning...he was ruthless in his dealings! He once had a service boy shovel snow for a customer. The customer refused to pay because the work wasn't done in time for a party she was having. The shoveling was done but the walk wasn't swept when the first two guests arrived.

Lance forced the boy to apologize and cut his wage to pay another boy more to do the job for said customer throughout the season. Lance demanded perfection in business and life in general. By the time he was twenty three years old, he was a wealthy man. Lance had his heart set on marrying Millie Browering. She was the finest young lady he had ever known. The night he asked for her hand in marriage...she said,"Yes, my darling Lance" with such class and grace....Lance stood up with a small tear in his eye....though quickly blotted by his silk kerchief.

The wedding was the talk of the city. Everyone who was anyone was there. Lance was dashing in his tuxedo and Millie was an angel in her pearl and silver laced white dress. The driver and butler, Jevins....took them to a retreat in the Cascade mountains for their honeymoon. After Jevins placed their bags in the suite and left...Lance carried Millie over the threshold....danced to the bedroom as they anticipated passionate lovemaking!

Millie was completely nude on the bed as Lance undressed like a gentleman of course. He folded every piece of clothing and laid them neatly on the dresser. Millie laid on her side and smiled...saying,"Oh good...you've been circumcised...the foreskin of the uncircumcised male does tend to hold a repulsive odor and quite frankly...tastes awful!"

Lance...stood devastated....in a voice of monotone shock he said,"Another man's penis has been in your mouth?" Millie said defensively,"Yes...a few?" Lance staggered and grabbed the bedpost...asking,"Not pure....not cherry...you then are not a virgin?" Millie chuckled with flare and said,"A virgin....well my husband...had you been accustomed to the elite society...you would not be surprised this night...a lady doesn't talk of her affairs....come lay here with me my love."

Lance backed away from the bed and screamed,"I shan't lay with a whore...this marriage will be annulled at sunrise!" Millie thought for a moment...gave him a mischievous look and said,"Oh dear Lance...forgive me for being so crude but....you are fucked...even having the worst of legal counsel could award me a substantial portion of your wealth...one little hinting smile at the judge...who I may or may not have slept with...will assure my security."

Lance angrily shouted,"This shall not be...the marriage has not been consummated!" Millie grinned and said,"Poor...foolish Lance Vandervull....I could make the devil himself believe one of my sad face lies....bluntly I must say sir...fuck me or get out!" Lance shook his fists at her and quickly put his clothing back on.

He opened the door as the blood rushed to his angry face...he said,"I get what I want...I will have my virgin....I will indeed...you shall see my wife of one day...I will have the cherry of a more beautiful woman than you...I WANT MY CHERRY!"

Lance slammed the door shut and left! Millie got up from the bed...went to one of her small bags and removed a tiny bottle of oil and a six inch, slightly curved glass phallus. She giggled and said,"He will have his cherry...I will have my honeymoon and wonderful room service!"

A few weeks later...Lance forfeited a third of his wealth to Millie. He was dragged through a crash course in the workings of the elite class and how they do protect their own...especially those born into the circle. It took him years to get over the anger and embarrassment of what had happened. At the age of thirty one...he met a nineteen year old girl named, Loeona...who was the daughter of a client. He questioned her extensively about her relationships with the opposite sex. Lance was satisfied that she was a virgin and proposed marriage.

They had a decent marriage...he loved making money and she loved spending money. Twenty years later...Leona came down with a serious virus and died. On her deathbed...she confessed to Lance that she had lost her virginity to two cousins from France when she was fifteen years old. She tried to make him quit crying by telling him they had unusually small penises....but...yet he sobbed.

At her funeral...Lance kept repeating in his mind,"I will have my cherry....before I leave this earth...I WILL HAVE MY CHERRY!"

Lance never remarried....much due to the warning from his doctor about his blood pressure. He occasionally escorted ladies to local events but never...ever took them home. One night...dressed in his velvet red smoking jacket...Lance told Jevins who was now ninety three years old....to get him a Martini. Jevins brought his Martini on a silver tray and stooped for Lance to take it.

Lance looked and saw an olive in the Martini. He began to breathe hard through his nose. He asked Jevins,"Jevins..is a maraschino cherry green?" Jevins softly answered,"No sir." Lance grumbled,"They why is the fruit in my glass of gin....green?" Jevins humbly replied,"We are out of cherries sir."

Lance smashed the arms of his chair with his fists! Jevins stepped back in fear. Lance got up...walked a few feet and put his left hand on the fireplace mantle.... raising his right fist in the air...screaming,"I will have my cherry......I will have my cherry....I WILL HAVE MY CHE!"

Poor old Lance fell dead right there. Jevins drank the Martini...popped the olive in his mouth...bent over the body and said,"Well Mr. Vandervull...Leona loved olives...especially when the gardener, Ricko fed them to her in bed." Jevins then reached down and closed Lance's eyelids gently...saying,"Don't worry sir...you'll get your cherry."

At the funeral...Jevins stood and watched the mahogany and brass casket lower into the grave .....he softly said with a grin,"See...I told you sir....nobody else has ever been in that hole."