Date: Tue, 18 Mar 2003 08:40:27 -0800 (PST) From: Ian Boldt Subject: Life of Luxury Part 10 Here is part ten, this is not intended to be a jerk-off story and i am sorry to dissappoint those who want it to be. if you are underage in your area or are opposed to homosexual sex then leave!!!! if not then i hope you read on. by the way this story is fictional it has no bearing on anyone's life no matter how coincidental. It was about a forty-five minute drive from the airport to the Castel de Lumbourg. Colleen realized that our bags were not with us and the driver told her not to worry, they would be delivered and unpacked while we were at the ball. When they heard the word ball, Colleen and Brendan both turned to me to look at me. "What ball is he talking about Alex?" asked Colleen. "Don't worry," I assured them, "Everything is taken care of." We pulled up to the front door of the house and got out. I walked inside, but Brendan and Colleen just stared at the house. It wasn't actually a house. It used to be a hunting lodge for the Hapsburg family, but after Ferdinand was assassinated they decided to liquidate some assets. My family bought the house and refurnished and expanded the ancient castle. Every year my family holds the Ending Ball, while the Rothschild's hold the Beginning Ball. Once we were all inside, I introduced them to the staff and we were led to our rooms. First was Colleen's room. She was in the Tudor Room, which overlooked the English Rose Garden. As soon as she finished looking out the windows over the snow-covered garden, her eyes fell upon the boxes on the bed. She opened the big white box from Oscar de la Renta and gasped as she pulled out a navy blue, boat neck, sleeveless dress made of silk with a beaded black chiffon overlay. Her eyes then fell on the black velvet boxes from Bulgari. She opened the first one and pulled out a sapphire and diamond tiara set in platinum. Her fingers were shaking as she opened the rest of the boxes to reveal an extraordinary necklace, drop earrings, a bracelet to go over her evening gloves, and a ring to be worn underneath for when the gloves were off. She looked at me with tears in her eyes and said, "Thank you so much." "Merry Christmas," I said, "But I didn't pick it out, my mother did." "She has beautiful taste," said Colleen. "We'll leave Frau Schmidt to help you get ready. We leave in an hour and a half," I said as Brendan and I were led to our rooms. He didn't know it but I had specifically asked to be put into these two rooms because they were joined by a secret passage. In fact the whole house has secret passages running all over the place. To get from my room to his you press the third book on the second shelf of the bookcase in the sitting area and it slides noiselessly into the wall. The passage opens up in his sitting room, via a lighted corridor. Once Brendan was in his room and putting on his Gucci tuxedo, I was led to my room, where the box from Dior was laying on my bed. I opened it up and was happily surprised to see a note from Dior's head designer. "Dear Mr. Maxfield~ It gives me great pleasure to let you be one of the first to wear our new tuxedo. We all sincerely hope you love it." I took the tuxedo out and saw that it was made out of silk and wool. I put it on and it fit perfectly. I walked over to my bookshelf and pressed the book. I watched the wall slide away. I walked down the corridor and walked right into Brendan's room. He was sitting in his sexy boxer briefs just staring at the tux on the bed. "Hey sexy man," I said to him. "What!..." he said jumping up, "How the hell did you get in here?" "C'mere and I'll show you," I said taking his hand and leading him to the bookshelf. "Push that book," I said showing which one. He pushed the book and the bookshelf slid out of the way. "Sweetness!" said Brendan. "This passage leads to my room," I told him, "Now go get dressed, we leave in thirty minutes." I turned to walk back to my room when Brendan grabbed my arm and pulled me into a kiss that curled my toes. I had to push him away from me so I could catch my breath. He tried to come back in for another one. "No, we have to get ready," I said walking back to my room. I entered my room and immediately began putting on my tux. * * * * * * Brendan was the first one down to the reception hall. I walked down to find him staring out one of the huge twenty-foot windows. Noiselessly I walked up behind him and put my arms around his trim waist while resting my head on his shoulder. I kissed his neck and we stood there silently holding each other never wanting to let go. "Ahem." We both turned around and I know at least I gasped. There stood Colleen looking like a real-life princess. "Wow!" I said. "Colleen, you look fucking hot!" said Brendan. "Thanks Bren," said Colleen, "Alex you have to tell your mother thank you for me. Not only does she have great taste but she picked something that is not overly ostentatious." "Tell her yourself. She's standing right behind you," I said. Colleen turned and saw my mother and father standing about twenty feet away. "Mother, this is Colleen Clarke," I said, "Colleen this is my mother, Kathryn Anastasia Maxfield." "Pleased to meet you Mrs. Maxfield," said Colleen smiling. "Likewise, my dear," said my mother a trifle aloofly. I shot her a warning glance. "And this is my father, William Alexander Maxfield," I said. "Pleased to meet you Mr. Maxfield," replied Colleen. "The pleasure is all mine, Miss Clarke," said my father kissing her hand. "Well I suggest we leave if we are to arrive on time," said my mother, "Alexander, your father and I will go ahead in the silver limousine. You and your friends can have the black one." They walked out into the foyer and one of the maids helped put on my mothers black sable cloak with hood, while my father's valet helped him into his cloak. As soon as they were gone we were helped into our cloaks. We stepped out into the bitter cold mountain air and were seated in the Jaguar. The drive to Castel de Rothschild was about thirty minutes. During the trip Colleen kept commenting on how beautiful everything was and how lucky she felt to be here. She kept saying thank you and I kept telling her not to worry about it. Brendan was looking quite sexy in his Gucci tux. I wanted to jump his bones right there. He was very quiet and I wondered what was wrong. I was going to ask him but we pulled through the gates of the Rothschild's huge castle. We entered the procession of different luxury cars. Colleen let out a gasp when she saw the house. "What's wrong?" I asked alarmed. "This place is huge!" she whispered. "The Rothschild's are one of the oldest families in Europe and one of the most influential," I told her, "It is only natural that over the years they should have amassed a considerable fortune." While I was speaking we kept getting closer and closer to the door and when I finished the valet was opening the door. I stepped out followed by Colleen then Brendan. We walked up the main steps into the huge reception hall. Our cloaks were taken and we milled around greeting people until someone shouted, "Alexander Maxfield!!!!!!!!" I turned to look who called my name, when all of a sudden I was staring straight into a pair of beautiful brown eyes. They were the eyes of Pierre de Rothschild. I had met Pierre on several occasions and considered him a friend, as he did with me. His parents, Baron and Baroness de Rothschild, were extremely good friends with my parents. "Ah, Pierre how are you?" I asked shaking his hand. "I am good, my friend," he answered, "You are well I hope?" I nodded and he said, "Who are your friends?" "This is Colleen Clarke and this is Brendan Johnson," I answered. "How do you do Miss Clarke," said Pierre kissing her hand. Colleen blushed and said, "Very well, Monsieur de Rothschild." "Please call me Pierre," he said. Pierre turned to look at Brendan and said, "Johnson, are you related to Mr. and Mrs. Henry Lowell Johnson?" "Yes I am, as a matter of fact they are my parents," said Brendan. "I wonder why I have never met you before?" Pierre mused. "I have never wanted to come to a social function and my parents never made me," answered Brendan coolly. "If you don't mind me asking, why are you here tonight then?" he asked. "Well, because Alex asked me to come so I told him I would," answered Brendan a trifle annoyed. "Oh so Alex got to you as well," said Pierre smilingly. "Pierre shut up," I said laughingly. Colleen and Brendan looked at Pierre and I like we were both crazy. When we were finally under control, I said, "Is the rest of the group here or is it just you?" "Tsk, tsk Alexander such a silly question," said Pierre, "They are all here and they will be glad to see you and meet your friends. Please follow me." We followed Pierre out of the main reception area and past the grand ballroom where the "adults" were eating and drinking. He led us into the reserve grand ballroom. Here was where the "children" aged 14 to 23 were. There was a DJ pumping out the best dance music. There was also a place roped off where about 20 young adults sat and it was here that Pierre led us. The liveried footman opened the velvet rope and we stepped in. "Took you long enough Pierre," said a beautiful brunette girl, "Did you find him?" "Yes I did Maureen and he brought two friends with him," answered Pierre. "Excellent. The more the merrier," said Chadwick Lodge. When they all actually looked up I was met with smiles and welcomes. I said, "Hello all, I want you to meet two friends of mine. Colleen Clarke and Brendan Johnson." They shook hands with everyone and were made part of the group. I don't care what most people think, rich kids aren't all that bad, in fact, we are very nice, to people like us. The night passed very quickly. It was fun to watch all the other "children" look into the VIP section with envy. The only way to become part of this group was to be selected by one of the members already in the group and be invited in. We spent the night drinking and talking and having a good time, even Brendan seemed to relax except when Pierre and I were talking alone together. At three the party ended ant we were walking out to our car. While we were waiting for our cloaks, Pierre took me off to one side and said, "Brendan sure is cute, but I think you are much more so." He said it so simply that it took a minute to process what he was saying. In that minute he was gone, off to say good-bye to Colleen, Brendan, and his other guests. I put my coat on and said good-bye to Pierre and got into the car. On the ride home I was quiet but it went unnoticed. PLEASE EMAIL YOUR COMMENTS TO lightningman02@yahoo.com