Amazônas

by: Valentino Incanto Profferi

©Valentino Incanto Profferi 2009

The story told here is utterly, fictitious and any resemblance between the characters herein or the events depicted and any true incident depicted by the Fairy tale is completely coincidental and unintentional.

It was nine in the morning and the train was still rocking gently as it moved along the tracks swiftly when she opened her blue-green eyes to the dim light squeezing through a crack in the blinds. There was a rapping on the thin door to her private cabin that she had boarded in Frederikshavn in Denmark, the day before. Standing up, the undressed and very pale middle-aged woman covered in freckles reached for her bath robe and glided into her soft shear-ling slippers. “Just a moment please, I will be right there,” she said in her soft and undulating voice that sounded very much like how she looked.

With her warm quilted silk robe firmly tied shut around her narrow waist, she pulled the blinds open with one hand and stepped lightly toward the narrow door. Turning the bolt quietly, Bugsy peeked out at the smartly dressed attendant in her clean and pressed blue suit and bright white blouse accented with her scarf and small hat bearing the same insignia of the rail company that was embroidered into the cuffs and collar of her suit jacket. Her dark brown hair was in a chignon behind the brimless hat with a long hair pin with a white porcelain bulb at its end that bore the same mark and contrasted strongly with her silky hair. The thinly built attendant informed Madam Graves that the train would be arriving in Paris in approximately one hour in her sharp and girlish voice smothered with her thick Portuguese accent.

After delivering her anticipated message, Inez asked if she could please come in for just a moment. Bugsy, who had a good sense for when she came across a person that was to her benefit, invited the attendant in. Inez took her peaked working cap off as she entered the fully opened door into the small sleeper cabin. With the cabin door shut, Bugsy put her arms around the pretty dark haired girl and asked her what it was that she wanted as Bugsy stroked Inez’s thin neck, slim shoulders, arching back, and full curvy bottom that she had enjoyed the night before. “I want to do it again, to have that experience again, to be in that place with you another time, like it was last night; can I buy some of the…the….” Bugs kissed her tenderly once again like she had the night before while looking intensely into her deep brown eyes flecked with a golden glimmer.

Having asked Inez how much she wanted, she passed two small plastic bags that were tripled bagged containing one hundred grams each of the little pink pearls that had changed Inez’s life for ever. Inez asked the freckled passenger how much it cost with a crackle of hesitation and anxiety in her voice. Bugsy looked at her intently, smiling reassuringly as she stroked her face. After a moment, Bugsy said that they were priceless and asked Inez to tell her how much they were worth to her. Nervously, Inez took out her wallet from inside her jacket and counted all she had, one thousand Euros, her travel allowance for the entire week that she was expected to be away from home working.

Bugsy, who could faintly hear her thoughts, but never let any person know of this, new perfectly well that Inez would not part with the whole sum if asked. However, she also knew that if the attendant reported that she been mugged at a station, she would be refunded all of the funds she had lost by the firm. The refund would of course be deducted from her salary, but at least the loss would be spread out over twelve months instead. Bugsy said that half of what she had was enough this time, though she usually sold only one bag for that amount.

Inez blushed and handed her all one thousand Euros feeling that she would rather pay the full price and not feel like she had been given a mercy price. Inez believed in earning her barter tools by working hard and that she would exchange the funds at a fair price that every person paid. She did not like to stand out and wanted to be liked. She believed and was correct that her husband, Fernando, approached his work, transactions and life in the same manner, and that he would have scoffed at getting something with an unfair advantage. Bugsy kissed Inez again, groping her large and dark nipple breasts through her smooth white shirt, after slipping the bills into the pocket of her robe.

With a pat on her bottom, Bugsy sent Inez off to work again promising her that she would visit Inez one day when she was home and her husband was busy with work at the harbour where he operated the giant cranes that moved containers and industrial materials. Inez wondered how Madam Graves would ever find her as she did not know her surname, address, or telephone number in Lisbon. However, it only occurred to her that neither had she offered her contact information, nor that Bugsy had not asked for it, only hours later after the train had dropped her off in central Paris.