An old storey reprised.

Note All characters are entirely ficticious and my apology of any phratry or society gens have inadvertently been used


My Lady 's Descent, the Butlers Tale.


I was idly cleaning some silverware. The sun was shining through the drafting room windows. The lawns stretched away towards the lake with its island and folly while a nurseryman snipped ineffectually away at the lawn edges. It was an ordinary summers day.

Mr George Harrison my Almighty 's livestock broker and adviser arrived just after luncheon, he asked no demanded to see my Lady with the utmost urgency.

'' But sir, my lady is resting, '' I explained, knowing she was most belike with one Lieutenant Carruthers her latest dalliance.

I went to seek her, I went upstairs to her elbow room and knocked decorously, and then as one does I listened intently.

'' Oh yes, '' she was gasping, `` Oh that 's sooo expert, do n't stop. ``

'' There 's soul knocking, '' a man 's spokesperson hissed.

'' Mr Harrison wishes an interview my madam, '' I explained through the fold door.

'' Then have him fall apart a funny wig and appear at the Adelphi ! '' the man joked.

'' Johnny Reb, '' my lady whispered, `` await its Gerald 's banker, I had better go, '' and she shouted `` Just a second ! ''

Amazingly quickly my lady appeared at the threshold, a vision of favorable Robert Floyd Curl Jr. and vermillion chiffon, spoiled only by smeared lipstick.

'' My Lady, '' I explained, `` Your lip control stick ? ``

'' Oh, '' she said, `` Do n't be so cursedly impertinent ! '' but she still looked in the mirror and repaired the impairment with a napkin.

'' salutary chap, mums the word ? '' Carruthers said as he followed her from the room while smoothing his cricket jersey down and taking his wallet from his white cricket trousers he tucked a ten shilling note in my top air pocket, `` See myself out, back way. '' and he slipped away, the very image of a waiting room lounge lizard, or should that be waiting area snake.

I left him to his deceit and deception, no doubt the regiment thought he was elsewhere, perhaps he was at cricket and had himself bowled out to spare half an hour for cuckolding but perhaps his enormous ego would not allow him to appear LE than a Elvis at the furrow but he was certainly most worthless of my peeress 's tenderness.

My madam swept downstairs, `` Mr William Henry Harrison, what a pleasant surprise ! '' she simpered.

'' I fear not lady Saltcoats, '' he said, `` Can we speak privately ? ``

'' The field is useable my madam, '' I suggested.

'' He means bugger off Holdford ! '' my lady hissed.

'' Alford my lady, '' I corrected, `` Certainly my lady. ``

'' Go on then ! '' she hissed and she ushered me away.

I went to the kitchen, I sat on my potty, Mrs Bridge the Captain Cook stood at the sink, `` Trouble Mr Alford ? '' she asked.

I looked at her, sound breasted, circle shouldered and old before her time, `` None of our business organisation Mrs Bridges, '' I said using the courtesy title of respect of Mrs despite the fact she had never married and was likely a virgin, with lilliputian scene of losing that distinction.

'' If you say so sir ! '' she said sarcastically.

I let it go and then suddenly my dame shouted `` No ! ``

I stood and rushed to the study and throw away the door panoptic. My noblewoman was aghast, but stood yards from William Henry Harrison, `` No, it can not be so ! '' she cried.

'' What have you done sir ? '' I demanded, `` My lady is distraught ! ``

'' Not I, '' he said, `` I accept no incrimination. ``

'' For what ? '' I asked.

'' Divine Saltcoats has been declared bankrupt, '' Harrison explained, `` pass receiver have been appointed, my overlord has seven calendar days to vacate these premises, meanwhile all banking concern accounts are wintry. ``

'' What do you imply ? '' I demanded.

'' menage accounts, all that sorting of thing, '' he explained, `` It 's the gillyflower grocery, and reinsurance, high finance, you would n't understand. ``

I should accept hit him for his insult, but how was he to hump my true persona ? Instead I congratulated myself on blending so subtly into the fabric of the country house.

'' There will be some balance surely, the London abode ? '' I asked.

'' Mortgaged, '' he said, `` And remortgaged, indebtedness vastly exceed the asset. ``

'' Then why let this happen ! '' I queried.

'' None of your line of work, '' he said, `` But I had no idea, none at all, I merely superintend his Lordship 's investment portfolio, of course we made lowering losses, but no more than anyone else, less than many, it 's not my fault he started meddling in insurance, none at all ! ``

'' What does it mean, where will we go ! '' my noblewoman demanded.

The telephone rang, in an automatic reflex I went to the entrance hall to do it.

'' Rainsford House, Lord Saltcoats residence, '' I answered automatically.

'' Alford, is that Alford ? '' somebody demanded.

'' Indeed, '' I agreed.

'' right field await its Ted Griggs here, '' he said, `` His lordship 's British capital chauffeur, I got some bad intelligence. ''

'' Indeed ? '' I queried.

'' tone tell Mrs Bridges that Lord Saltcoats, has disappeared, '' he said.

'' Disappeared, no he 's gone smash. '' I said.

'' Well I dropped him off at Victoria around ten o'clock this morning and they said to go dwelling house when I got back, I reckon he legged it to France on the shape de sporting lady, '' he meant the Golden Arrow train, `` What do you mean break ? '' he demanded, `` Oh damn, I ai n't got no more penny tell Mrs Bridges, '' he said after the telephone set pinged and suddenly it went beat Brrrrrrr.

'' It seems his lordship has left left us, '' I said as I returned.

'' Only decent matter, '' Harrison agreed, `` Gun or noose ? ``

'' The train ferry to Anatole France ! '' I corrected.

'' Oh the total bull ! '' my noblewoman cried.

'' Indeed my peeress, '' I agreed and I slipped away.

Generally private use of his lordship 's telephone set was flat coat for New York minute dismissal but I no longer cared, and throwing caution to the wind I booked a call to my depository financial institution in Liverpool where they were keeping my `` Family ash grey, '' in their refuge deposit.

'' Alford ! '' my lady protested when she saw me at the telephone when I should have shown Mr President Benjamin Harrison out, but I ignored her.

She flew at me afterwards, `` How dare you ! '' she said, `` pick up your things you are dismissed forthwith ! ``

'' And how shall you pay me what you owe ? '' I demanded, `` You can not. ``

'' I can dismiss you with nothing ! '' she said, `` No defrayal, no computer address, no character ! ``

'' Indeed ? '' I queried, `` Well perhaps you can pay me. ``

'' No ! consume your things and go ! '' she said.

'' Perhaps you could pay me the way you pay lieutenant Carruthers and a few Thomas More I might mention ! '' I suggested.

'' No, ravishment ! '' she wailed and she rushed towards her room.

I followed, I caught her at the door and pushed her inside pausing only to bolt the door.

'' No ! '' she said, `` Well at least let me undo the meat hooks, this toll an absolute portion. ``
'' Of course, '' I said, `` reserve me. ``

She sat on the bed as I unfastened her dress, `` Be heedful, '' she pleaded and then she stood and it fell around her feet.

Her well rounded breasts bulged over her red corset, her red knickers enclosed by the gallus straps, and she stood up and laid the garb carefully on the dresser.

'' That 's unspoilt, '' she said and she screamed, `` ravishment, '' again several times.

'' Ot would appear the US cavalry is otherwise engaged my lady, '' I observed as I removed my highly polish up black shoes to reveal well worn melanize socks with protruding big toes, which I hurriedly removed, `` Energy Department Lieutenant Carruthers take away his shirt and under shirt gentlewoman ? '' I asked.

'' No, though it is none of your business, '' she declared, `` Rape ! '' she shouted again.

I removed my jacket and shirt movement, slipped the cardboard collar off and removed my undershirt.

'' Good lord, '' she gulped, `` Alford, '' and then I unbuttoned my fly sheet and removed trousers and underpants in a single motion.

'' God, you are pleased to see me are n't you ! '' she exclaimed as she gazed at my humanity as it strained, `` Right, '' she said as she snapped her suspenders away from her stockings and pushed her breeches down before kicking them off her feet.

'' Rape, '' she shouted again and then, `` Oh well, you wo n't spite me will you, and there are some Reb 's in the dressing table.

'' They spoil the moment my gentlewoman, '' I explained, `` I shall mount you as the good lord intended. ``

It was nearly a calendar week since my last Night off, spent with two buxom sporting lady in the town a ho-hum ten long sea mile away by bicycle, and my need was capital, and her protests were lilliputian but tokens.

'' Do n't hurt me, '' she asked again as I gripped her waist as I planted my stifle firmly between hers and blindly aimed my humanness at her.

'' Hey, '' she said, `` Not there, let me, '' and she guided my straining manhood between her unobserved snatch brim and took me to heaven.

'' Do something then, '' she insisted.

'' What ? '' I asked as I luxuriated in the feel of her moist twat gripping me.

'' I do n't know, but it 's not very exciting for me. '' she declared.

I thrust against her, `` practiced ? '' I asked.

'' much ! '' she said, `` And again, that 's salutary, '' she said, `` Oh you 're so big, '' she said, `` nooky me, you 're going to prison for this so enjoy yourself ! ``

I started to think of her as a whore, a beautiful prosperous haired luxuriously class sporting lady, and then I remembered the slander lip rouge and I determined to sample her sass as well and I dipped my lips to fondle hers.

Her tongue emerged instantly, running around my dentition, my creative thinker exploded and so did my prick jerking and pumping and flooding her parting, and as our oral cavity parted she was gasping and muttering, `` Oh my god, '' she said and then we stilled.

'' Alford, '' she said, `` What are we going to do ? ``,

'' What ? '' I asked.

'' If we 're bankrupt '' she said, `` What are we going to do ? ``

'' What is this `` We'suddenly ? '' I asked.

'' Well, what is it to be Alford, Brassica napus or 'we', '' she asked quite reasonably.

'' We, '' I said, `` My gentlewoman. ``

`` I expect Gerald has, '' she said quietly, `` He wo n't face ruin, he knows I only want his money, I never loved him. ``

'' And the dashing Lieutenant ? '' I enquired.

'' He makes me palpate good, '' she said, `` But then to be honest, so do you. ''

She stretched, `` So what is it to be, a nice cold mobile phone or me ? ``

'' What a choice, may I have a moment to mean my lady ? '' I asked.

'' Get dressed, we have appearances to maintain, '' she insisted and she went to do again.

I too dressed and made my way downstairs, there was a brouhaha of phonation in the kitchen, I went in, `` Mr Alford, or is it My Lord. '' Binks the head gardener challenged.

'' Mr Binks, '' I replied, `` What troubles you ? ``

'' You and her ladyship, '' he said.

'' She 's finished, '' I said, `` We 're finished, his lordship 's bankrupt, the bailiffs are coming so I 'm leaving. ``

'' And ladyship, '' Mrs Bridges asked.

'' Do n't ask me, '' I insisted.

'' She 's leaving with Mr Alford, '' her ladyship said as she came to put up behind me, `` Tonight. ``

I had no intention of leaving so soon yet there was little point in remaining, `` We need to lecture, '' I explained.

'' We 'll get a hotel elbow room, '' she suggested, `` Do you drive ? ``

'' Yes, '' I agreed.

'' Then we 'll take the Rolls, '' she insisted, `` The shooting brake ! ``

We left that same eventide, her baggage stowed in every supererogatory infinite it that huge crudely overbodied travesty of a luxury car so full that she had to sit beside me, and we made our way north.

'' What will you do ? '' I asked.

'' What do you suggest ? '' she replied.

'' Well I doubt cooking or cleaning is to your taste, '' I suggested, `` Whore, prostitute, courtesan ? ``

'' Yes, '' she agreed, `` I have some money, perhaps we could get a elbow room ? ``

'' Perhaps, but for now, '' I suggested, `` dame Alford and her Chauffeur ? ``

'' Separate beds ? '' she asked, `` I 'll foretell you Alan ! ``

'' One for sleeping and one for work ! '' I joked.

I could n't entrust her, I never really intended for her to get a prostitute but could not put on the line telling her the truth, maybe I should have, but I didn't.

You see three years before my father had made arrangements for me to work in the United States of U.S., to get word about the American system of banking which seemed so greatly Lake Superior to ours, and while there the with child clang of 1929 erupted through the whole economic system.
I was working at a metier size city banking company as a sorting of help manager, and I was right there when the run came, and when it came it all seemed to bechance all at once.

Ordinary mass, regular folks waited in a line right down the street and you did n't need to be a genius to function out we had not even a tenth part of the money those citizenry thought they had in their invoice to pay them. We started paying out in the morning and by noon the vault was empty, except that is an innocuous cardboard box of big time value bills which somehow found their way in my locker, for safe keeping you understand.

Ted Adams chief cashier and Jim McFadden the coach came down the bank hall all glum faced, `` Shut the door Jim, '' McFadden said to the guard, `` We 're gone broke. ``

That triggered a near bacchanal, I slipped out the back way with my box and in all the mental confusion I swapped my XX seven Buick for the janitor 's bicycle and coat and I rode off down the street on that bicycle with about a one-half million dollar bill in that cardboard box balanced on the cross bar.

I went to the apartment I rented, told Mrs Rafferty the concierge I was leaving and I headed north west towards New House of York city on the evening train.

So what do you do when you have half a million dollars of person else 's cash ? Why get a job of course.

Except the man and his crony was looking for a job, so I bought some piece of furniture, put my box in a counter, had it crated and arranged dispatch to England on the RMS Mauretania and I sailed menage 2nd class.
I had my crate put in storage and looked for a job, told dad I was still in the province, changed my name to Alford and forged some reference and worked in Liverpool until I fancied some country air and her ladyship took me on as Butler.

She knew my references were forged, she thought she could plunder me any time and that would hold back me in line of products and break off me telling her hubby about her lovers.

But now I had half a million dollars to expend, without being noticed.

We found a skillful footling flat, it was over a betting store in the Harrow road, the acres agentive role had hundreds of empty properties, we could take our pick.

She had savings, we pawned some of her jewellery, we painted the apartment, bought seam furniture, I had my stuff and nonsense from Liverpool sent over and we worked like a real team.

Then when we were all ready to open I told her my plan, `` Look, '' I said one evening after a particularly long and gruelling session in bed.

'' I know, Mister flopsy is tired, he needs a kiss, '' she said as she bent to kiss my dampen penis.

'' My dame, you do n't postulate to catch some Z's with anyone, except me, '' I explained, '' I have about half a million dollars to launder, you just say an flaky American paid you in dollars. ``

'' But Alan, '' she said, `` We agreed, we did all the work, we were going to get a amah, get down small, progress up, two or three gentleman a night to get down with. ``

'' We can just use it as a book binding, '' I explained.

'' But you promised two or three men a day, '' she said angrily, `` You promised ! ``

'' But surely you do n't want ? '' I asked.

'' And you do n't seriously recollect you meet me do you ? '' she asked, `` With Mr floppy always needing a suck to kick start him, for Heaven sake ! ``

'' You want to be a cocotte ? '' I said incredulously.

'' Yes with you there to protect me, '' she said, `` I expect I could do a valet in forty minutes and a servant in ten. ``

'' At the same clip ? '' I queried, `` One up the backbone enactment ? ``

'' Possibly, '' she said, `` But you did the join, even with a few days a month when we need a stand in we will reach a violent death ! ``

'' But what about us ? '' I asked.

'' Oh, you still get your bout, '' she said, `` But really, seriously, '' she said, `` I need more. ``

We heard nothing of Almighty Saltcoats and so it was that we opened `` The madam 's Boudoir '' one eve in Sept 1932.

The name was stencilled on the threshold beside the betting workshop an inside the doorway we had a booth where the receptionist Lillia sat guarding the bottom of the stair and then I would greet the man, take their hats and glove and stand in attending in vitrine they needed assistance with fertilisation and always keep up prudence and moderation.

It sickened me, every day she lay in bed from mid sunrise till after midnight while a succession of men used her, `` Good day sir may I take your hat ? '' I would ask and get a contemptuous limelight in take as mitt were thrown in the hat and the hat handed to me.

We reached agreement for the betting workshop to be our waiting room, every day there was my lady, answering to any name under the sun, play acting the sugariness heart, wooden leg astride, twat glistening. teats distended, bathed in sweat like as not and then dragging some half au naturel gentleman minus trouser and underpants but like as not retaining socks and drogue suspender to her as she grasped his rampant extremity to aim it within her or suck it to life or culmination.

Hairy asses bobbling as they pounded her, prison term after time, hebdomad after week, month after month until every apothecaries' ounce of pity I had for her was ground to nothing by the clash of crotch upon crotch.

I rented a sign for us in Middlesborough terrace so we could get away from her work, but she was always too tired so I had the former bedroom converted to another oeuvre room, bare floors and a round-eyed mattress.

They paid supernumerary for the simple mattress, the more than soiled it got the in force they liked it because it stopped being gentlemen and instead it was anyone who won a bet on the horses.

They all wanted to make out a fine lady on a soiled mattress.

'' Maybe you would prefer standing against a wall in the ginnel ? '' I asked in a moment of rash sarcasm.

'' And how a lot extra would that be ? '' the crack asked quite seriously.

'' Double, '' I said flippantly.

'' Then I 'll take that ! '' he agreed.

She used the court, the ginnel was too public and she wore a pair of cogs and a retainer smock, sometimes we had three men waiting while a 4th fucked her standing against the wall.

Sometimes Lillia pretended to be the lady, if she remembered to keep her mouth shut, when not clamped around a customer 's member that is, she was fine, except it made too a lot body of work for me keeping an eye on two working girl, taking money and everything.

One nighttime a Irishman asked me to bonk him up the ass while he fucked Lillia. I declined, but it gave me an idea, `` So where do you get you 're ass fucked ? '' I asked.

He told me, I out an ad in the window and got ten enquiry in two hours.

I gave Harry the job, he liked zippo better than wearing a bird with zero under it, usually he wore a kilt but his geordie accent betrayed him and he relished the estimate of ramming his core up gentlemen 's backsides while they shafted our whores.

He seemed entirely equal to so I left him to it, and gradually did less and less meter at the Boudoir and he became more or less the manager while I planned my next move.

I went to London and became delayed with my affairs and came north again to look into on my lady.

She was not there, `` valet want potpourri sir, I got some new girls in, '' Harry explained.

'' But she was the whole rationality ! '' I pleaded, `` Where is she ? ``

'' Blowed if I know sir, '' he said, `` I just thought she were a sporting lady, sir. I never thought she was your especial whore. ``

I went out to seek her, I asked around until I heard of individual living in a hut by the railroad line and earning a crust from home base stratum and the like.

I had to find her and bought a bowler hat and gaberdine pelage like a railway official and marched down to the rail yards.

There was no sign of her, but then a lucky stroke, `` You going for a jar Tam ? '' soul asked a number one wood as his displacement ended.

'' Och so I will, after I poke the lady, '' was his reply.

I followed, he went to the engineman 's barracks, where the farseeing distance men lodged before returning base, and there I found her nude but for a coat open at the front sitting on an locomotive engine man 's locker listening to the tale of engines.

'' Enginemen only sir, '' the assistant said politely but firmly.

'' I came to see her, '' I said and pointed, `` How are you ? ``

'' Well, '' she said and she smiled, `` Were you worried ? '' she asked.

'' Yes, you were not at the house, '' I explained.

'' That Harry was beastly, '' she said, `` He wanted to charge more, but I just want sex. ``

'' And now ? '' I asked.

'' They are lovely, all these lonely men to comfort, '' she said, `` They make me experience wanted. ''

I looked at her, her blonde hair seemed to be silvering, her shinny once like alabaster now weatherbeaten, `` I 'll keep an account for your money, you know where to ascertain me, '' I explained, `` Oh Geoffrey turned up, '' I added, `` He 's working as a Gigolo in four-card monte Carlo, maybe you two were made for each other after all. ``

'' Maybe, '' she admitted but the Scotsman had her in his coal dusted arms and his black hands ran through her haircloth and his blackness lips brushed her ruby lips and it was more than I could bear to see.

I hid my bust and left her even as she gasped in approval as her scots lover took her to heaven once more .