An old story reprised.

Note All lineament are entirely ficticious and my apologies of any fellowship or company names have inadvertently been used


My Lady 's declension, the Butler Tale.


I was idly cleaning some silverware. The sun was shining through the drawing room 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 bicycle summertime day.

Mr Harrison my Almighty 's fund broker and adviser arrived just after luncheon, he asked no demanded to see my lady with the level best urgency.

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

I went to seek 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 knock, '' a man 's representative hissed.

'' Mr Harrison wishes an audience my lady, '' I explained through the closed door.

'' Then have him get into a odd wig and appear at the Adelphi ! '' the man joked.

'' greyback, '' my lady whispered, `` front its Gerald 's banker, I had better go, '' and she shouted `` Just a moment ! ''

Amazingly quickly my lady appeared at the door, a vision of golden roll and vermillion chiffon, spoiled only by smeared lipstick.

'' My Lady, '' I explained, `` Your lip pin ? ``

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

'' Good fissure, mums the Holy Writ ? '' Carruthers said as he followed her from the room while smoothing his cricket island of Jersey down and taking his wallet from his white cricket trouser he tucked a ten shilling note in my top air hole, `` See myself out, back way. '' and he slipped away, the very prototype of a waiting area lizard, or should that be lounge 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 60 minutes for cuckolding but perhaps his tremendous ego would not allow him to appear less than a battery-acid at the crease but he was certainly about despicable of my madam 's heart.

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

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

'' The study is available my lady, '' I suggested.

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

'' Alford my ma'am, '' I corrected, `` Certainly my noblewoman. ``

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

I went to the kitchen, I sat on my stool, Mrs Bridge the cook stood at the sink, `` unhinge Mr Alford ? '' she asked.

I looked at her, leaden breasted, round 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 little prospect 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 field of study and flung the door panoptic. My gentlewoman was aghast, but stood cubic yard from William Henry Harrison, `` No, it can not be so ! '' she cried.

'' What have you done sir ? '' I demanded, `` My Lady is overwrought ! ``

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

'' For what ? '' I asked.

'' God Almighty Saltcoats has been declared insolvent, '' Harrison explained, `` Receivers have been appointed, my lord has seven calendar daytime to vacate these premises, meanwhile all bank report are frozen. ``

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

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

I should have hit him for his abuse, but how was he to love my true character ? Instead I congratulated myself on blending so subtly into the fabric of the country house.

'' There will be some residue surely, the Greater London residence ? '' I asked.

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

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

'' None of your business, '' he said, `` But I had no idea, none at all, I merely manage his lordship 's investment portfolio, of course we made wakeless losses, but no more than anyone else, to a lesser extent than many, it 's not my fault he started meddling in insurance, none at all ! ``

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

The telephone rang, in an machinelike reflex I went to the entrance hall to suffice it.

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

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

'' Indeed, '' I agreed.

'' right field look its Ted Griggs here, '' he said, `` His lordship 's John Griffith Chaney chauffeur, I got some bad news. ''

'' Indeed ? '' I queried.

'' flavour tell Mrs bridge deck that Lord 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 home when I got back, I reckon he legged it to France on the Flesh de tart, '' he meant the Golden pointer train, `` What do you mean break ? '' he demanded, `` Oh tinker's dam, I ai n't got no more pennies tell Mrs Bridges, '' he said after the telephone pinged and suddenly it went dead 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 full tinker's dam ! '' my dame cried.

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

Generally private use of his lordship 's telephone was grounds for instant judgment of dismissal but I no longer cared, and throwing care to the wind I booked a phone call to my bank in Liverpool where they were keeping my `` kinsperson silver grey, '' in their safety deposit.

'' Alford ! '' my gentlewoman protested when she saw me at the telephone set when I should sustain shown Mr President William Henry Harrison out, but I ignored her.

She flew at me afterwards, `` How dare you ! '' she said, `` hoard 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 defrayment, no citation, no reference ! ``

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

'' No ! engage your matter and go ! '' she said.

'' Perhaps you could pay me the way you pay Lieutenant Carruthers and a few to a greater extent I might mention ! '' I suggested.

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

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

'' No ! '' she said, `` Well at to the lowest degree let me unmake the hooks, this cost an absolute fortune. ``
'' Of course, '' I said, `` Allow me. ``

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

Her well rounded breasts bulged over her red girdle, her red pants enclosed by the brace straps, and she stood up and laid the dress carefully on the dresser.

'' That 's better, '' she said and she screamed, `` Rape, '' again several times.

'' Ot would appear the US cavalry is otherwise engaged my lady, '' I observed as I removed my highly polish black shoe to reveal well worn bootleg socks with protruding big toes, which I hurriedly removed, `` Does Lieutenant Carruthers take his shirt and under shirt dame ? '' I asked.

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

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

'' dear lord, '' she gulped, `` Alford, '' and then I unbuttoned my flies and removed pant and underpants in a exclusive motion.

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

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

'' They spoil the import my Lady, '' I explained, `` I shall mount you as the proficient Godhead intended. ``

It was nearly a workweek since my last night off, spent with two buxom fancy woman in the town a wearisome ten foresightful miles away by bicycle, and my pauperism was great, and her protest were little but tokens.

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

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

'' Do something then, '' she insisted.

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

'' I do n't have a go at it, but it 's not very exciting for me. '' she declared.

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

'' Much ! '' she said, `` And again, that 's right, '' she said, `` Oh you 're so big, '' she said, `` nookie me, you 're going to prison for this so relish yourself ! ``

I started to imagine of her as a cocotte, a beautiful golden haired high class prostitute, and then I remembered the sully lipstick and I determined to sample her lips as well and I dipped my lip to fondle hers.

Her clapper emerged instantly, running around my teeth, my judgement exploded and so did my tool jolt and pumping and flooding her component, and as our mouths parted she was gasping and grumbling, `` 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, rape or 'we', '' she asked quite reasonably.

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

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

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

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

She stretched, `` So what is it to be, a gracious coldness cell or me ? ``

'' What a choice, may I have a import to think my noblewoman ? '' I asked.

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

I too dressed and made my way downstairs, there was a hubbub of voices in the kitchen, I went in, `` Mr Alford, or is it My Godhead. '' Binks the top dog 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 bridgework asked.

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

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

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

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

'' Yes, '' I agreed.

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

We left that Sami even, her luggage stowed in every spare space 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 perception, '' I suggested, `` Whore, fancy woman, courtesan ? ``

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

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

'' separate bed ? '' she asked, `` I 'll yell you Alan ! ``

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

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

You see three years before my father had made organisation for me to make in the United States of United States of America, to study about the American scheme of banking which seemed so greatly superscript to ours, and while there the great clangor of 1929 erupted through the totally economical system.
I was working at a spiritualist size of it city bank as a sort of assistant manager, and I was right there when the run came, and when it came it all seemed to happen all at once.

ordinary citizenry, regular family line waited in a melodic line right down the street and you did n't need to be a genius to work on out we had not even a ten percent of the money those masses thought they had in their write up to pay them. We started paying out in the morning time and by midday the bank vault was vacuous, except that is an innocent composition board box of big economic value card which somehow found their way in my locker, for dependable keeping you understand.

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

That triggered a come near riot, I slipped out the backward way with my box and in all the confusion I swapped my 20 seven Buick for the janitor 's cycle and coating and I rode off down the street on that cycle with about a half million dollars in that composition board box balanced on the crossing bar.

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

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

Except the world and his pal was looking for a job, so I bought some article of furniture, put my box in a sideboard, had it crated and arranged payload to England on the RMS Mauretania and I sailed home 2nd class.
I had my crate put in storehouse and looked for a job, told dad I was still in the states, changed my gens to Alford and forged some point of 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 sack me any time and that would hold back me in seam and discontinue me telling her husband about her lovers.

But now I had half a million dollar sign to pass, without being noticed.

We found a courteous little apartment, it was over a betting shop in the Harrow Road, the estate broker had hundreds of empty dimension, we could deal our pick.

She had deliverance, we pawned some of her jewellery, we painted the apartment, bought layer furniture, I had my clobber from Liverpool sent over and we worked like a literal team.

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

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

'' My lady, you do n't need to log Z's with anyone, except me, '' I explained, '' I have about half a million buck to launder, you just say an eccentric American paid you in dollar. ``

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

'' We can just use it as a back, '' 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 cogitate you fulfil me do you ? '' she asked, `` With Mr diskette always needing a suction to kick start him, for paradise sake ! ``

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

'' Yes with you there to protect me, '' she said, `` I expect I could do a gentleman's gentleman in XL second and a retainer in ten. ``

'' At the Saame metre ? '' I queried, `` One up the hind passage ? ``

'' Possibly, '' she said, `` But you did the sum, even with a few twenty-four hour period a month when we need a stand in we will name a killing ! ``

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

'' Oh, you still get your routine, '' 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 Sept 1932.

The name was stencilled on the door beside the betting shop an inside the door we had a Booth where the receptionist Lillia sat guarding the hind end of the step and then I would greet the gentlemen, take their hats and glove and stand in attendance in example they needed assist with salad dressing and always maintain circumspection and moderation.

It sickened me, every day she lay in bed from mid morning time till after midnight while a taking over of men used her, `` Good day sir may I take your hat ? '' I would ask and get a contemptuous spotlight in replication as glove 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, play acting the sweet affectionateness, legs astride, pussy glistening. teats distended, bathed in swither like as not and then dragging some half raw gentleman's gentleman minus trouser and underpants but like as not retaining wind cone and air sock gallus to her as she grasped his rearing member to aim it within her or suck it to liveliness or completion.

Hairy asses bobbling as they pounded her, prison term after time, week after workweek, month after month until every ounce of pity I had for her was priming to nil by the detrition 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 shopworn so I had the early bedchamber converted to another work room, publicise floors and a simpleton mattress.

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

They all wanted to roll in the hay a fine ma'am on a soiled mattress.

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

'' And how much supernumerary would that be ? '' the chap asked quite seriously.

'' look-alike, '' I said flippantly.

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

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

Sometimes Lillia pretended to be the lady, if she remembered to keep her back talk shut, when not clamped around a client 's fellow member that is, she was o.k., except it made too much study for me keeping an eye on two whores, taking money and everything.

One night 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 interrogation in two hours.

I gave Harry the job, he liked nothing better than wearing a skirt with nada under it, usually he wore a kilt but his geordie emphasise betrayed him and he relished the idea of ramming his meat up gentleman 's backsides while they shafted our whores.

He seemed entirely capable so I left him to it, and gradually did less and lupus erythematosus clip at the Boudoir and he became more or less the director 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, `` Gentlemen want assortment sir, I got some new lady friend in, '' Harry explained.

'' But she was the unharmed 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 special whore. ``

I went out to seek her, I asked around until I heard of someone living in a hut by the railway and earning a impertinence from plate stratum and the like.

I had to find her and bought a bowler hat hat and duster coating like a railroad functionary and marched down to the rail yards.

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

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

I followed, he went to the engineman 's barracks, where the long distance men lodged before returning domicile, and there I found her naked but for a coating open at the front sitting on an engine man 's locker listening to the tales of engines.

'' Enginemen only sir, '' the helper 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 theatre, '' I explained.

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

'' And now ? '' I asked.

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

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

'' Maybe, '' she admitted but the Scotsman had her in his coal dusted blazonry and his blackamoor helping hand ran through her hair and his nigrify lips brushed her ruby lips and it was more than I could hold to see.

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