An old chronicle reprised.

eminence All part are entirely ficticious and my apology of any kinfolk or troupe names have inadvertently been used


My Lady 's Descent, the Butlers Tale.


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

Mr Reginald Carey Harrison my God Almighty 's farm animal 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 likely with one deputy Carruthers her previous dalliance.

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

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

'' There 's someone knocking, '' a man 's voice hissed.

'' Mr Harrison wishes an hearing my lady, '' I explained through the unopen door.

'' Then have him wear a mirthful wig and appear at the Adelphi ! '' the man joked.

'' Johnny, '' my noblewoman whispered, `` Look its Gerald 's banker, I had better go, '' and she shouted `` Just a present moment ! ''

Amazingly quickly my lady appeared at the threshold, a visual modality of halcyon ringlet and vermillion chiffon, spoiled only by smeared lipstick.

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

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

'' Good chap, mums the parole ? '' Carruthers said as he followed her from the elbow 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 pocket, `` See myself out, back way. '' and he slipped away, the very epitome of a couch lounge lizard, or should that be lounge snake.

I left him to his misrepresentation and deceit, no dubiety the regiment thought he was elsewhere, perhaps he was at cricket and had himself bowled out to dispense with half an hour for cuckolding but perhaps his enormous ego would not allow him to appear less than a superman at the crease but he was certainly nigh vile of my dame 's affections.

My lady swept downstairs, `` Mr. President Harrison, what a pleasant surprise ! '' she simpered.

'' I fear not peeress Saltcoats, '' he said, `` Can we utter privately ? ``

'' The sketch is available my noblewoman, '' I suggested.

'' He means sod 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 span the James Cook stood at the sink, `` Trouble Mr Alford ? '' she asked.

I looked at her, heavy breasted, beat shouldered and old before her time, `` None of our business Mrs Bridges, '' I said using the courtesy title of Mrs despite the fact she had never married and was likely a virgin, with short prospect of losing that distinction.

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

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

I stood and rushed to the study and flung the door wide. My peeress was aghast, but stood yard 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 blame. ``

'' For what ? '' I asked.

'' Lord Saltcoats has been declared insolvent, '' Harrison explained, `` Receivers have been appointed, my lord has seven calendar days to annul these premise, meanwhile all bank building accounts are freeze. ``

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

'' house accounts, all that sort of matter, '' he explained, `` It 's the stock market, and reinsurance, high finance, you would n't understand. ``

I should give hit him for his insult, but how was he to lie with my true quality ? Instead I congratulated myself on blending so subtly into the cloth of the country house.

'' There will be some rest surely, the Jack London abidance ? '' I asked.

'' Mortgaged, '' he said, `` And remortgaged, financial obligation vastly exceed the assets. ``

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

'' None of your line of work, '' he said, `` But I had no idea, none at all, I merely manage his lordship 's investiture portfolio, of course we made heavy loss, but no Sir Thomas More than anyone else, less than many, it 's not my fault he started meddling in insurance, none at all ! ``

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

The phone rang, in an machine rifle reflex I went to the entrance Charles Francis Hall to answer it.

'' Rainsford mansion, Lord Saltcoats manse, '' I answered automatically.

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

'' Indeed, '' I agreed.

'' rightfulness look its Ted Griggs here, '' he said, `` His lordship 's London chauffeur, I got some bad tidings. ''

'' Indeed ? '' I queried.

'' expression tell Mrs Bridges that God Almighty Saltcoats, has disappeared, '' he said.

'' Disappeared, no he 's gone belly-up. '' I said.

'' Well I dropped him off at capital of Seychelles around ten o'clock this morning and they said to go dwelling when I got back, I reckon he legged it to Anatole France on the pulp de Whore, '' he meant the Golden Arrow train, `` What do you imply break ? '' he demanded, `` Oh damn, I ai n't got no more than centime tell Mrs Bridges, '' he said after the telephone pinged and suddenly it went perfectly Brrrrrrr.

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

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

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

'' Oh the total shit ! '' my lady cried.

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

Generally individual use of his lordship 's telephone was grounds for minute dismissal but I no longer cared, and throwing precaution to the wind I booked a vociferation to my coin bank in Liverpool where they were keeping my `` syndicate flatware, '' in their safety deposit.

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

She flew at me afterwards, `` How daring you ! '' she said, `` Collect your thing you are dismissed instantly ! ``

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

'' I can dismiss you with nix ! '' she said, `` No defrayal, no character reference, no character ! ``

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

'' No ! use up your things and go ! '' she said.

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

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

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

'' No ! '' she said, `` Well at least let me undo the hooks, this cost an absolute fortune. ``
'' Of track, '' I said, `` Allow me. ``

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

Her well rounded chest bulged over her red girdle, her red knee breeches enclosed by the gallus shoulder strap, and she stood up and laid the clothes carefully on the dresser.

'' That 's wagerer, '' she said and she screamed, `` ravishment, '' again various times.

'' Ot would come along the US cavalry is otherwise engaged my lady, '' I observed as I removed my highly polished Shirley Temple Black shoes to discover well wear down black drogue with protruding big toes, which I hurriedly removed, `` Does police lieutenant Carruthers remove his shirt and under shirt madam ? '' I asked.

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

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

'' skilful master, '' she gulped, `` Alford, '' and then I unbuttoned my flies and removed trousers and underpants in a ace motion.

'' God, you are delight 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 gallus away from her stockings and pushed her knickers down before kicking them off her feet.

'' assault, '' she shouted again and then, `` Oh well, you wo n't bruise me will you, and there are some Johnny 's in the grooming table.

'' They spoil the moment my ma'am, '' I explained, `` I shall wax you as the good lord intended. ``

It was nearly a workweek since my last Night off, spent with two buxom bawd in the townsfolk a irksome ten tenacious international mile away by bike, and my motivation was great, and her protests were little but tokens.

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

'' Hey, '' she said, `` Not there, let me, '' and she guided my straining humanness between her unobserved cunt lips and took me to heaven.

'' Do something then, '' she insisted.

'' What ? '' I asked as I luxuriated in the tactile property of her moist snatch gripping me.

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

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

'' lots ! '' she said, `` And again, that 's better, '' she said, `` Oh you 're so big, '' she said, `` ass me, you 're going to prison house for this so enjoy yourself ! ``

I started to think of her as a whore, a beautiful golden haired high class whore, and then I remembered the asperse lipstick and I determined to taste her lips as well and I dipped my lips to caress hers.

Her tongue emerged instantly, running around my teeth, my intellect exploded and so did my cock jerking and pumping and flooding her parts, and as our mouths 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, ravishment or 'we', '' she asked quite reasonably.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Get dressed, we have visual aspect to maintain, '' she insisted and she went to garb again.

I too dressed and made my way downstairs, there was a hubbub of interpreter in the kitchen, I went in, `` Mr Alford, or is it My Lord. '' Binks the promontory 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 bridge deck asked.

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

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

I had no purpose of leaving so soon yet there was petty point in remaining, `` We need to talk, '' I explained.

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

'' Yes, '' I agreed.

'' Then we 'll take the paradiddle, '' she insisted, `` The shooting bracken ! ``

We left that same evening, her luggage stowed in every excess space it that huge crudely overbodied put-on of a lavishness 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 cleansing is to your taste, '' I suggested, `` Whore, prostitute, courtesan ? ``

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

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

'' separate bottom ? '' she asked, `` I 'll call you Alan ! ``

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

I could n't trust her, I never really intended for her to suit a whore but could not chance telling her the truth, maybe I should have, but I didn't.

You see three twelvemonth before my Padre had made arrangements for me to put to work in the United States of America, to learn about the American organization of banking which seemed so greatly superior to ours, and while there the great crash of 1929 erupted through the unscathed economical system.
I was working at a medium size city money box as a sort of assistant handler, and I was right there when the run came, and when it came it all seemed to happen all at once.

ordinary bicycle citizenry, regular folks waited in a line right down the street and you did n't demand to be a mastermind to put to work out we had not even a tenth of the money those people thought they had in their account statement to pay them. We started paying out in the morning and by noon the hurdle was empty, except that is an innocuous cardboard box of big time value bill which somehow found their way in my locker, for safe keeping you understand.

Ted Adams gaffer teller and Jim McFadden the manager came down the bank manse all glum faced, `` Shut the threshold Jim, '' McFadden said to the guard, `` We 're gone broke. ``

That triggered a dear riot, I slipped out the back way with my box and in all the 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 half million dollar in that cardboard box balanced on the hybridizing bar.

I went to the apartment I rented, told Mrs Rafferty the concierge I was leaving and I headed north Dame Rebecca West towards New York City on the eventide train.

So what do you do when you have half a million one dollar bill of someone else 's hard currency ? Why get a job of course.

Except the world and his chum was looking for a job, so I bought some furniture, put my box in a sideboard, had it crated and arranged dispatch to England on the RMS Mauretania and I sailed home 2nd class.
I had my crateful put in storage and looked for a job, told dad I was still in the body politic, changed my name to Alford and forged some references 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 give notice me any time and that would keep me in line and turn back me telling her husband about her lovers.

But now I had half a million one dollar bill to spend, without being noticed.

We found a overnice little apartment, it was over a betting shop in the Harrow route, the acres agentive role had hundreds of empty dimension, we could contain our pick.

She had savings, we pawned some of her jewellery, we painted the flat, bought beds furniture, I had my material from Liverpool sent over and we worked like a material team.

Then when we were all gear up to open I told her my plan, `` reckon, '' I said one eventide 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 buffer penis.

'' My lady, you do n't need to sleep with anyone, except me, '' I explained, '' I have about half a million dollar mark to launder, you just say an outlandish American English paid you in dollar sign. ``

'' But Alan, '' she said, `` We agreed, we did all the work, we were going to get a housemaid, start small, build up, two or three valet de chambre a night to get down with. ``

'' We can just use it as a covert, '' 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 call back you gratify me do you ? '' she asked, `` With Mr Floppy always needing a suction to kick start him, for heavens sake ! ``

'' You want to be a whore ? '' 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 Sami time ? '' I queried, `` One up the back passage ? ``

'' Possibly, '' she said, `` But you did the sums, even with a few Clarence Day a month when we need a rack in we will progress to a killing ! ``

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

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

We heard nothing of Lord Saltcoats and so it was that we opened `` The Lady 's Boudoir '' one even in September 1932.

The gens was stencilled on the door beside the betting shop class an inside the door we had a booth where the receptionist Lillia sat guarding the fundament of the stairs and then I would greet the gentlemen, take their hats and gloves and stand in attending in pillow slip they needed assist with fertilisation and always maintain discretion and moderation.

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

We reached agreement for the betting shop to be our waiting room, every day there was my lady, answering to any name under the sun, drama acting the angelic pith, legs astride, puss glistening. mamilla distended, bathed in sweat like as not and then dragging some half naked valet minus trouser and underpants but like as not retaining socks and air sock brace to her as she grasped his rearing member to aim it within her or suck up it to life or pass completion.

Hairy asses bobbling as they pounded her, time after time, hebdomad after calendar week, calendar month after month until every oz. of pity I had for her was ground to nothing by the friction of crotch upon crotch.

I rented a house for us in Middlesborough terrace so we could get away from her work, but she was always too fag out so I had the other bedchamber converted to another work elbow room, bare floors and a simple mattress.

They paid extra for the wide-eyed mattress, the more soiled it got the full they liked it because it stopped being gentlemen and instead it was anyone who won a bet on the horses.

They all wanted to fuck a all right lady on a soil mattress.

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

'' And how often duplicate would that be ? '' the lad asked quite seriously.

'' Double, '' I said flippantly.

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

She used the courtyard, the ginnel was too public and she wore a dyad of sprocket and a handmaid smock, sometimes we had three men waiting while a fourth part fucked her standing against the wall.

Sometimes Lillia pretended to be the madam, if she remembered to continue her backtalk shut, when not clamped around a customer 's member that is, she was fine, except it made too much workplace for me keeping an eye on two harlot, taking money and everything.

One Nox a Irishman asked me to fuck 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 advert in the window and got ten inquiries in two hours.

I gave Harry the job, he liked nothing better than wearing a wench with null under it, usually he wore a kilt but his geordie accent betrayed him and he relished the mind of ramming his meat up gentlemen 's backsides while they shafted our whores.

He seemed entirely capable so I left him to it, and gradually did LE and less metre 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 check on my lady.

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

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

'' Blowed if I know sir, '' he said, `` I just thought she were a whore, sir. I never thought she was your particular woman of the street. ``

I went out to search her, I asked around until I heard of someone living in a hut by the railway and earning a crust from shell layers and the like.

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

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

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

I followed, he went to the engineman 's barracks, where the tenacious distance men lodged before returning nursing home, and there I found her naked but for a pelage open at the battlefront sitting on an engine man 's locker hearing to the narration 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 palpate wanted. ''

I looked at her, her blonde haircloth seemed to be silvering, her skin 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 three-card monte Carlo, maybe you two were made for each other after all. ``

'' Maybe, '' she admitted but the Scotsman had her in his ember dusted subdivision and his disastrous hands ran through her hair and his melanize rim brushed her deep red lips and it was more than I could contain to see.

I hid my weeping and left her even as she gasped in approval as her Scots English lover took her to heaven once more .