you so dowdy."
A surge of relief flooded through Lily. She unfastened her coat and
patted the brocade cushions of the sofa, bidding Freddie to join her.
He sat down and pulled her into his arms, kissing her deeply and
hungrily until she gasped for air.
"That's my girl. Passion personified. Now – to the cellar!"
Taking her hand, Freddie touched a gilt-edged panel on the drawing
room wall and opened a small door.
"Mind your head."
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They stepped into a narrow passageway and the door closed behind
them. The atmosphere was warm and humid. It took Lily a few
moments for her eyes to adjust to the gloom and she blinked. Freddie
began to lead her along the claustrophobic corridor which seemed to
be little more than a mere airspace between walls.
"Surely all your clients don't enter this way?"
Freddie squeezed Lily's hand.
"My clients enter all ways, Lily, dear! Seriously though, this is my
secret escape route. The main entrance is to the rear of the house, a
cunning little approach neatly lined with tall shrubs. Gentlemen may
come and go spied only by the birds perched on the chimney pots."
"How very clever. And your girls? Where do they come from?"
"Oh, I've poached a few from the finer establishments, as you can
imagine. They like it here. It's easy work for the most part. Here we
are."
Pushing open a second door, they stepped out of the dark passage
and into a small office. Beyond the little room lay what resembled an
elaborately stylized Middle Eastern harem. Lily was delighted.
"It's wonderful, Freddie! And what gorgeous girls."
Biting her lip, she realized that she would not be the star of Freddie
Bathurst's little show. In fact, she faced some serious competition
from an array of very different but all exceptionally lovely young
girls.
"I'll show you around."
The low-ceilinged room was artfully draped with rich vibrant silk
in deep shades of crimson and purple. There was a central low
platform, covered with thick mossy velvet, on which sat a large
brocade ottoman. A beautiful naked girl lay on the ottoman, writhing
sinuously, her incredible mass of auburn hair cascading over the edge
of the platform. Freddie whispered in Lily's ear.
"That's Mimi, my prize concubine. With her looks, she has the
easiest job of all."
The room was thick with the scent of spicy perfume and cigar
smoke and lit only by a series of Arab-style lamps swinging on chains
from the shrouded ceiling. The overall effect was sultry, sensuous,
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mesmerizing. Mimi turned over languorously and began to squirm
her lithe hips against the golden cushions of the ottoman. Her
perfectly shaped creamy buttocks flexed and relaxed in an intensely
arousing, hypnotic rhythm. She resembled a horizontal belly dancer.
Lily found that she was very wet between her thighs.
"My, she is a find, Freddie. She could make anyone come in their
underclothes!"
Freddie slipped an arm about Lily's waist and whistled softly.
"Nice waistline, my dear! I'm sure we could find you a niche of
your own. Now, here is Genevieve, my little French girl from gay
Paree via Lambeth."
Lily nodded at Genevieve, a tiny dark-skinned girl with exciting
breasts which were quite small but extremely pert with long suckable
nipples. Genevieve wore a heavy leather dog collar and Lily noticed
that a collection of leashes were draped over a nearby table. An older
man she half recognized sprawled in a chair, smoking a fat cigar and
considering his options for tethering his slut.
I've missed this life so much!
Lily was surprised at how much she enjoyed wandering around the
club, admiring the girls and greeting familiar faces. Her sojourn at
Akenhead Hall had been a good thing if it had shown her true place in
life. She enjoyed the easy flow of society in places of "ill repute". It
was as if all the rigid social barriers came down for a few precious
hours when a peer of the realm could make merry with a common
whore. Oddly, there was no pretence, beyond the superficial artifice
of powder and paint.
"You can start tonight, if you wish, my dear," murmured Freddie,
watching closely as Lily's gaze rested on a voluptuous blonde. "You'd
make a rather nice pair with Sophie. Would you perform a Sapphic
act or two? That pays very handsomely."
Lily's eyes moved from Sophie's plump gartered thighs, past her
tightly corseted waist to her enormous breasts.
"Oh, I think I could manage that, Freddie. I want to help some
friends, you see, not just myself. The more money I can make, the
better."
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Freddie smiled. "Of course. Well, we shall see about gilding the
Lily then! A luscious duet straight from the isle of Lesbos tonight at
ten will gain you a purse full of shiny coins. What do you think of
Sophie? Have you ever seen a bosom like it?"
Lily shook her head. "No, I haven't. They are like melons!"
Freddie's hand caressed her bottom through her layers of clothes. "I
know you won't let me down, my dear. This is going to be so much
fun."
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CHAPTER XII
A DUET WITH SOPHIE
"And now gentlemen, please pay close attention for I have a most
particular entertainment for your delectation. I give you the divine
Miss Sophie and Miss Lily, our newest luscious concubine!"
Lily blinked as heavily perfumed smoke wafted around the velvet-
draped platform. Freddie had exchanged the golden ottoman for a
tiger skin rug and vases filled with smoking incense surrounded the
little stage. Sophie lounged on the rug, naked but for her corset and
stockings. She looked up at Lily with a challenging gaze, steady and
full of controlled desire. Slowly she ran the tip of her tongue over her
heavily rouged lips, leaving them wet and scarlet. Lily knelt beside
her and reached out to caress Sophie's mountainous breasts. Sophie
moaned and arched her spine, pushing her bosom up and out,
enhancing the already gargantuan effect. The men whistled and
clapped. Someone shouted for Lily to suck Sophie's nipples and
slowly, teasingly, she lowered her mouth to the blonde's breasts.
Already her pussy was slick with arousal and she went down on all
fours, parting her thighs so the men could see her naked dripping cunt.
Like Sophie, she wore nothing but a corset and stockings and her hair
curled wildly down her back, loose and untrammeled.
"Mm, magnificent tits!" she murmured to Sophie, placing the flat of
her tongue against the girl's smooth musk-scented flesh and
massaging the huge fleshy pink nipples which swiftly sprang to
attention.
"Thank you, my dear." Sophie raised a languid arm and played with
Lily's hair, twisting several thick dark strands around her plump
fingers. A shiver of pleasure ran down Lily's spine leaving a crop of
goose pimples. Her clitoris was swollen to bursting point and she
noted that Sophie's cun
t was as wet as her own. The men called out,
telling the two girls to kiss. Sophie parted her fleshy red lips and
stuck out her tongue, wriggling it lasciviously and Lily kissed her,
drawing the other girl's tongue into her mouth and sucking on it. With
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one hand she fondled Sophie's breasts, savoring their sheer size and
weight. Her other hand strayed to the girl's pussy. The crowd roared.
"Lick her cunny!"
Sophie's cunt was plump like the rest of her body, extremely wet
and inflamed with desire. Lily's fingers traced the swollen labia
teasingly, careful to let the audience see what she was doing. Her
own naked breasts felt full and heavy as they rested on Sophie's,
nipple to nipple. Lily squirmed, pushing her buttocks up and
spreading her thighs yet wider. She felt on the verge of coming as she
moved down and dipped her head to Sophie's perfumed cunt. The
blonde smelled of sex and Houbigant scent. Lily licked her bursting
clit and she cried out, quite genuinely.
"Oh yes!"
Delighted, the crowd went wild, clapping and stamping. Lily took
the little bud into her mouth and sucked on it and Sophie squealed and
Lily felt her orgasm pulse in little waves. Her own climax came hard
on its heels, making her shudder and groan. She covered Sophie's
body with her own and kissed the blonde passionately, insinuating her
pussy-flavored tongue into the other girl's open, willing mouth. Her
hips ground against Sophie's in a frantic fucking motion and they both
cried out, almost oblivious to the cheering men. A sudden dominant
urge coursed through her and she longed to conquer the lush writhing
blonde.
I'm going to take you!
Lily straddled Sophie, grasped her wrists and held them above her
head, mesmerized by the enormous breasts jiggling in circles beneath
her. All the time her pussy kept up a strong, thrusting rhythm against
the other girl's crotch and they both cried out again.
"Fuck her, Miss Lily!"
"Show no mercy!"
She was going to come again. They were both going to come
again. Lily's hips thrust steadily, sharply, increasing in pace, segueing
from a trot to a canter to a gallop. The men were delirious, whooping
and cheering. Sophie was screaming in ecstasy. Her accent changed
as she totally lost control, revealing her Bermondsey upbringing.
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"Oh Christ, Lily! Oh fuck! Fuck!"
Lily saw stars. Her clit exploded for a second time and she
collapsed upon the sobbing blonde's pneumatic breasts, gasping in
exertion and shuddering with aftershocks. A few moments passed and
there was thunderous applause followed by Freddie Bathurst's quiet
voice in her ear.
"My dear, you're going to make our fortune."
* * * *
"Here's to a magnificent opening night!"
Lily clinked glasses with Lawrence and Rosina. Freddie had paid
her so handsomely that she had treated her friends to supper at a
restaurant, complete with a bottle of champagne.
"Ooh, the bubbles are going up my nose! I've never had
champagne before."
Lily smiled at Rosina, her heart warmed by the uncomplicated
pleasure of the merry girl who tipped back her bubbly as if it were
mere lemonade.
"There will be more to come, I promise, Rosina. Sophie has
offered to let me stay with her at her rooms in Bloomsbury until we
can find our own little studio."
"Well, that's a relief. I'll be glad to see you settled somewhere
safe," said Lawrence, gazing reflectively into his glass. When he
looked up his dark eyes looked a little sad. "I must, alas, return to my
own house for the moment. Rest assured, I will miss both my girls."
He slipped an arm around Rosina's tiny waist and extended his free
hand to Lily. She took it and he raised her fingers to his mouth and
kissed each one softly. "You must take care of yourself, Lily. Rosina
has her family but you have no one."
"I'll be all right, Lawrence. I always am, you know." A twinge of
self-pity plucked at Lily's stomach and she raised her glass again,
determined to chase it away.
"To our glorious future!"
Lawrence picked up his glass. "To Miss Lily LaFleur!"
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"Yes – to dearest Lily!" Rosina giggled and burped softly.
Suddenly remembering something important, she rummaged in her
little bag and retrieved a small piece of paper.
"Oops! Now, when you are ready, Lily, send a note to this address.
This is where Lawrence writes to me, as he can't send anything to my
home address in case mother or father find out what we're doing.
Keep it safe."
Lily took the scrap of paper and carefully placed it in her own bag.
"Thank you. And you have my address in Bloomsbury, care of
Miss Sophie Le Coq. Now, I fear I must leave you both, as it's very
late and I must have my beauty sleep!" Lily drained the last drops of
champagne from her glass and stood up, feeling slightly giddy.
"I'll find you a cab, Lily." Lawrence escorted her out of the
restaurant and waved at an approaching hansom cab. A fleeting
nameless fear clutched at Lily's heart. As she stepped up into the dark
leather-scented box she turned to touch Lawrence's cheek.
"Of course we will. Now, keep safe, Lily Warnock. Gower Street,
driver."
The cab drove off and Lily looked back at the shadowy, receding
figure of Lawrence Faulkner that stood watching the cab until it
vanished from his sight. She settled back against the seat and
suddenly realized that she was quite exhausted.
I'll feel better when I can loosen these stays!
Lily's thoughts turned to the hectic events of the past few days.
Lawrence and his tight-lacing fetish; sweet Rosina's bouncing breasts
and dancing chestnut ringlets; voluptuous Sophie Le Coq whose keen
interest in having Lily stay as a boarder was far from innocent... It
was all a world away from sombre Akenhead Hall, which now seemed
as unreal and distant as a half-forgotten nightmare. Lily closed her
eyes and pictured Sophie's incredible breasts. She was wholly
unaware of the second hansom cab that followed at a distance, its
heavily cloaked and hooded driver noting the route to Gower Street.
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CHAPTER XIII
MISS LE COQ ENTERTAINS
"That's so much better, Lily, darling. You looked such a frump in
that dowdy costume!"
Lily stood before a gilt-framed cheval mirror in Sophie Le Coq's
boudoir. Everything in the room seemed to have been touched with
gold – the gilded wooden posts of the elaborate four poster bed, the
lavish brocade of the heavy, tasseled curtains and even the two finches
in a fanciful cage. Lily admired her reflection, enjoying the comely
apparition in the svelte deep blue gown whose tiny waist only served
to accentuate her full bosom and curving hips. She watched Sophie's
plump white fingers in the glass, as they stroked the heavy silk,
tracing the contours of her lovely figure.
"Now all I want as payment is a kiss, my dear", whispered Sophie
and her warm moist breath caressed Lily's ear. Lily turned and
pressed her lips against the blonde's full ripe mouth, enjoying the
feeling of her silk-framed décolletage pressing against Sophie's
magnificent breasts. They had spent the night together in the vast
opulent bed, dozing fitfully and waking again and again to pleasure
each other in ways only two consummate whores knew how. Lily's
pussy felt quite tender after hours of Sophie's eager attentions but she
felt wonderfully relaxed. That was the problem with men. They
usually only tended to their own immediate needs.
"Thank you, Sophie. I will repay you properly as soon as I've made
enough at the Snake Pit."
Sophie shrugged and playfully kissed Lily on the nose.
"I don't mind, my love, really I don't. A bit of female company will
do me very nicely. I get bored here waiting around for Charlie."
"Charlie" was Sir Charles Dunn-Keith, an extremely wealthy
gentleman who kept Sophie as his mistress. He was married with a
large brood of children. He had spotted Sophie at Freddie Bathurst's
club and decided that she must be his, although he allowed her to
perform at the Snake Pit once or twice a week with the strict
instruction that no other man must lay a finger on her. Lily listened to
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Sophie chatter on, her voice a fascinating blend of upper crust
affectation and her south of the Thames roots.
"I hope Charlie won't object to me being here, Sophie. I don't want
to cause any trouble."
Sophie shook her head and her heavy golden ringlets glittered in the
bright winter sunlight streaming through the window.
"He won't mind. Did any man ever object to an extra girl about the
place? So long as you keep mum about our little arrangement and
that's taken for granted, isn't it, my love?"
"Of course. I used to see quite a bit of Lord Thorburn at Mrs.
Jakes' place."
Sophie sighed theatrically.
"Oh yes, poor old Henry Thorburn. I hear he died on the job, Lily!
'E just loved us bad girls, the naughty old buffer."
Sophie's accent degenerated to total Bermondsey and she cackled