Hungry Ghosts are beings with huge, empty stomachs, but they have pinhole mouths, and their necks are so thin they cannot swallow. One who is always looking outside himself for the new thing that will satisfy the craving within. Hungry ghosts are characterized by insatiable hunger and craving, addiction, obsession and compulsion.
“How much was enough?” He chuckled as he thought about what his father had said right before he died. How much was enough? What a stupid thing to say. It’s never enough… because it’s not about the money. Why couldn’t he have understood that?
I just wish that he could have been alive to see my latest acquisition. 200 million dollars for just 9 months work and I didn’t have to make a thing. Just debt and leverage…. a sleight of hand worthy of the likes of Houdini.
Suddenly his daydreaming was interrupted by his secretary. “Mr Crangston… Mr Andrew on line one”
About time he thought, picking up the phone. “Billy, you old son of a bitch. Are you ready for our monthly lunch debauchery?”
“Steve Crangston, you depraved dick. I wouldn’t miss it for the world. I even found a new spot a buddy of mine told me about. A restaurant with the most gorgeous girls… there for our every whim. And we have it all paid for. Cost me a pretty penny but think about it..the rest of the day, catering to our gang of pranksters. Called the Preta-Gati, it’s supposed to be so exclusive that only the coolest of the cool know about it. And it’s OURS for the day, my sinister friend.”
“Billy.. you would make Beelzebub blush. But damn, you da man! I’ll have our company limos pick us all up in 30 minutes.” Steve replied then hung up the phone.
“Julie.. ” Steve yelled at his secretary “I’m outa here for the rest of the day. Take messages for all my calls and if my wife calls, tell her I’m in a day long conference.”
“Yes, Mr Crangston” Julie replied… even as she thought to herself.. “I’ve got to find another job because I’m working for the lowest piece of shit ever.”
“Now this is what I call a restaurant!” Billy yelled as the gang strutted into the elegantly lit dining area. “And did you check out the 2 girls that greeted us? Damn!”
Altogether there was 7 of us. Billy Andrew of the exclusive public relations firm Andrew Incorporated, Tom and Jeff Thresher of Thresher Investments, William Drewson and Reece Miller from the Law Firm of Drewson and Miller, Tony Luciano of Luciano Imports, and of course myself… Steve Crangston of Crangston Capitol.
The gang of 7 were led to a linen table cloth table, set up with finest of silverware and crystal. As they came up to the table, 2 girls dressed in silk pulled out the chairs as they sat down, saying nothing but smiling seductively with each glance. Even Billy, who prided himself to be such a charming smooth devourer of women, was speechless.
“Well ain’t this just the cherry on the tip of my dick”, Tony spoke up. “I think you’ve outdone yourself with this one Billy”
“All I wanna know is where is the menu… ” William said, “I’m fucking starving..”
“Is there ever a time you ain’t starving?” Tony laughed “Hell, you practically had to have 2 chairs when you sat down.”
“So.. I liked to eat. I appreciate good food. Is that such a big deal?” William replied, ” Besides Tony, at least I eat my habit and don’t snort it up my nose like you do.”
“Okay… Okay… will you two shut up? Nobody wants to hear that shit.” Steve interjected “Tom… how you and Jeff doing with the investments? Kicked any old ladies out of their houses lately?”
“Now wait a second…” Jeff protested “I’ll have you know that Tom and I run a respectable investment group.”
Everyone at the table burst out laughing at the same time.
“Jeff, you would cheat your own mother out of her insulin money and charge her investment fees for doing it” Tony chuckled “But enough of this bonding banter. Lets get some menus. Where’s them slick looking broads?”
Just as he said that, 7 beautiful girls appeared behind each of them with covered dishes. They gently placed the dishes before each of them and stepped back.
“What is this? Where are the menus so we can order some food?” Billy yelled out “We paid good money for the best… so where is the fucking service around here?”
“Hold up. Let’s see what they brought us, Billy” Steve said.
They each raised their dish lids and were immediately awestruck by the sheer desire of what they saw before them. Each had received the perfect appetizer, meal, and desert all in one. Like their minds had been read and all obsessive desire had been materialized. The 7 couldn’t fill their plates fast enough, nor eat their dream meal any quicker.
But yet the more they consumed, the greater their hunger became. With ever increasing intensity and wanton lust, every movement dedicated to the task of swallowing more and more of this meal. Swallowing… feeding… refilling their plates. Soon even an eye glance away was energy wasted on not getting more of their dream meal.
Somehow, the meal they were consuming was beginning to consume them, stripping them of all thought… other than what was before them. Their obsession.. consumption… singularity….. nothing else mattered. The room soon became dark because even light itself was a distraction. A distraction from the only thing that mattered. The new reality of eternal want, need absorbed into darkness.
“So where are we going to go to celebrate, Mary?” Ryan asked. Ryan had just won the election and was feeling on top of the world. At last, he had the power he needed to make some changes in his district. Power! Is there anything more exciting? And who knows what would be next? Governor? Maybe even President?
“There’s this new place I just heard about…” Mary said with her best try at a seductive whisper.
Mary thought “Maybe this would be the ideal spot to make him think of ME instead of his wife. I made this election victory happen, not his wallflower of a wife. His stupid wife… standing in the way of the future. OUR future.”
Mary continued “Someplace called the Preta-Gati. I hear it’s very exclusive.”