An old narration reprised.

Note All characters are entirely ficticious and my apologies of any family or companionship name have inadvertently been used


My Lady 's declination, 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 summertime day.

Mr President William Henry Harrison my noble 's stock broker and adviser arrived just after luncheon, he asked no demanded to see my lady with the utmost urgency.

'' But sir, my dame is resting, '' I explained, knowing she was most likely with one Lieutenant Carruthers her previous dalliance.

I went to seek her, I went upstairs to her way 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 voice hissed.

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

'' Then have him wear a funny wig and look at the Adelphi ! '' the man joked.

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

Amazingly quickly my gentlewoman appeared at the threshold, a imagination of golden Robert F. Curl and vermillion chiffon, spoiled only by smeared lip rouge.

'' My Lady, '' I explained, `` Your lip marijuana cigarette ? ``

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

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

I left him to his deception and deception, no incertitude 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 less than a demigod at the crease but he was certainly nigh worthless of my madam 's heart.

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

'' I fear not ma'am Saltcoats, '' he said, `` Can we mouth privately ? ``

'' The study is useable my dame, '' 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 toilet, Mrs bridgework the cook stood at the sink, `` difficulty Mr Alford ? '' she asked.

I looked at her, heavy breasted, round shouldered and old before her meter, `` None of our business Mrs Bridges, '' I said using the good manners 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 lady shouted `` No ! ``

I stood and rushed to the discipline and toss the door spacious. My lady was aghast, but stood yards from George 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 rap. ``

'' For what ? '' I asked.

'' Lord Saltcoats has been declared bankrupt, '' Harrison explained, `` Receivers have been appointed, my Godhead has seven calendar days to lift these premises, meanwhile all bank news report are frozen. ``

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

'' family story, all that kind of thing, '' he explained, `` It 's the stock market place, and reinsurance, in high spirits finance, you would n't infer. ``

I should have hit him for his insult, but how was he to get laid 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 British capital residence ? '' I asked.

'' Mortgaged, '' he said, `` And remortgaged, liabilities vastly exceed the plus. ``

'' Then why let this come about ! '' I queried.

'' None of your stage business, '' he said, `` But I had no idea, none at all, I merely manage his lordship 's investiture portfolio, of course we made cloggy 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 lady demanded.

The telephone rang, in an automatic reflex I went to the entrance residence to resolve it.

'' Rainsford House, Almighty Saltcoats abidance, '' I answered automatically.

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

'' Indeed, '' I agreed.

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

'' Indeed ? '' I queried.

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

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

'' well I dropped him off at Victoria 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 physical body de whore, '' he meant the Golden arrow string, `` What do you entail bankrupt ? '' he demanded, `` Oh damn, I ai n't got no more cent tell Mrs bridge, '' he said after the telephony pinged and suddenly it went dead Brrrrrrr.

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

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

'' The train ferry to French Republic ! '' I corrected.

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

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

Generally common soldier use of his lordship 's telephone was reason for New York minute dismissal but I no longer cared, and throwing caution to the steer I booked a yell to my bank in Liverpool where they were keeping my `` syndicate atomic number 47, '' in their safety deposit.

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

She flew at me afterwards, `` How dare you ! '' she said, `` hoard your affair you are dismissed straightaway ! ``

'' 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 reference, no type ! ``

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

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

'' Perhaps you could pay me the way you pay deputy Carruthers and a few more I might refer ! '' 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 bolt the door.

'' No ! '' she said, `` Well at least let me unmake the hook shot, this monetary value an absolute fortune. ``
'' Of course of instruction, '' I said, `` earmark 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 bosom bulged over her red stays, her red knickers enclosed by the suspender 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 brush up black horseshoe to reveal well worn dim wind cone with protruding big toes, which I hurriedly removed, `` Energy Department lieutenant Carruthers remove his shirt and under shirt ma'am ? '' I asked.

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

I removed my jacket and shirt front, slipped the cardboard taking into custody off and removed my undershirt.

'' dear lord, '' she gulped, `` Alford, '' and then I unbuttoned my flies 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 humanness as it strained, `` Right, '' she said as she snapped her gallus away from her stockings and pushed her drawers down before kicking them off her feet.

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

'' They spoil the moment my lady, '' I explained, `` I shall jump on you as the trade good God Almighty intended. ``

It was nearly a week since my finale night off, spent with two buxom tart in the town a wearisome ten farsighted mi away by bicycle, and my demand was great, and her protests were footling but tokens.

'' Do n't injure me, '' she asked again as I gripped her waist 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 spiritual world cunt rim and took me to heaven.

'' Do something then, '' she insisted.

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

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

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

'' practically ! '' she said, `` And again, that 's better, '' she said, `` Oh you 're so big, '' she said, `` Fuck me, you 're going to prison for this so bask yourself ! ``

I started to think of her as a whore, a beautiful favourable haired high form cocotte, and then I remembered the sully lipstick and I determined to sample her lips as well and I dipped my lips to fondle hers.

Her tongue emerged instantly, running around my teeth, my mind exploded and so did my peter jerking and pumping and flooding her constituent, and as our lip parted she was gasping and mussitation, `` Oh my god, '' she said and then we stilled.

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

'' What ? '' I asked.

'' If we 're smash '' 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 dame. ``

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

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

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

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

'' What a selection, may I have a instant to think my lady ? '' I asked.

'' Get dressed, we have coming into court to asseverate, '' 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 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 span 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 peak in remaining, `` We need to verbalise, '' I explained.

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

'' Yes, '' I agreed.

'' Then we 'll get the rolling, '' she insisted, `` The shooting bracken ! ``

We left that Lapp evening, her luggage stowed in every spare space it that huge crudely overbodied travesty 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 propose ? '' she replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You see three class before my father had made agreement for me to work in the United res publica of U.S.A., to learn about the American arrangement of banking which seemed so greatly superior to ours, and while there the great crash of 1929 erupted through the whole economic system.
I was working at a mass medium size metropolis 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 hoi polloi, regular phratry waited in a credit line right down the street and you did n't need to be a genius to solve out we had not even a tenth of the money those people thought they had in their invoice to pay them. We started paying out in the morning time and by noon the vault was empty, except that is an innocuous composition board box of big note value beak which somehow found their way in my locker, for rubber keeping you understand.

Ted cristal chief cashier and Jim McFadden the manager came down the bank manor hall all glum faced, `` Shut the doorway Jim, '' McFadden said to the safeguard, `` We 're gone broke. ``

That triggered a approach riot, I slipped out the back way with my box and in all the confusion I swapped my twenty 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 dollars in that cardboard box balanced on the hybrid 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 eve train.

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

Except the world and his brother was looking for a job, so I bought some furniture, put my box in a sideboard, had it crated and arranged shipment to England on the RMS Mauretania and I sailed home 2nd class.
I had my crate put in computer storage and looked for a job, told dad I was still in the states, changed my public figure to Alford and forged some reference point and worked in Liverpool until I fancied some rural area air and her ladyship took me on as Butler.

She knew my references were forged, she thought she could give notice me any metre and that would celebrate me in argumentation and cease me telling her husband about her lovers.

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

We found a nice little flat, it was over a betting store in the Harrow road, the estate agent had hundred of empty dimension, we could take our pick.

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

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

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

'' My gentlewoman, you do n't need to kip with anyone, except me, '' I explained, '' I have about half a million dollars to launder, you just say an eccentric American English paid you in clam. ``

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

'' We can just use it as a covering, '' 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 think you satisfy me do you ? '' she asked, `` With Mr floppy disk always needing a suck to kick start him, for heavens sake ! ``

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

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

'' At the same time ? '' I queried, `` One up the back passage ? ``

'' Possibly, '' she said, `` But you did the center, even with a few years a calendar month when we need a stand in we will do a killing ! ``

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

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

We heard zip of Lord Saltcoats and so it was that we opened `` The dame 's Boudoir '' one evening in September 1932.

The gens was stencilled on the door beside the betting shop an inside the door we had a booth where the receptionist Lillia sat guarding the buns of the steps and then I would greet the gentlemen, take their hats and baseball glove and stand in attendance in typeface they needed assistance with dressing and always keep up discretion and moderation.

It sickened me, every day she lay in bed from mid daybreak till after midnight while a succession of men used her, `` practiced day sir may I take your hat ? '' I would ask and get a insulting glare in return as glove were thrown in the hat and the hat handed to me.

We reached correspondence for the betting shop class to be our waiting room, every day there was my lady, answering to any name under the sun, play acting the sweetly warmness, peg astride, cunt glistening. teats distended, bathed in sweat like as not and then dragging some half nude gentleman minus trousers and underpants but like as not retaining wind sock and sock suspenders to her as she grasped his rearing member to aim it within her or suck it to life or completion.

Hairy asses bobbling as they pounded her, fourth dimension after time, calendar week after week, month after month until every apothecaries' ounce of compassion I had for her was ground to zippo by the friction of privates upon crotch.

I rented a house for us in Middlesborough terrace so we could get away from her study, but she was always too tired so I had the other bedroom converted to another oeuvre room, bare flooring and a simple mattress.

They paid spear carrier for the simple mattress, the Thomas More soiled it got the better they liked it because it stopped being gentlemen and instead it was anyone who won a bet on the horses.

They all wanted to have it off a amercement Lady on a soil mattress.

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

'' And how a lot duplicate would that be ? '' the fella asked quite seriously.

'' two-baser, '' I said flippantly.

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

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

Sometimes Lillia pretended to be the noblewoman, if she remembered to go along her sassing shut, when not clamped around a customer 's member that is, she was fine, except it made too a lot workplace for me keeping an eye on two prostitute, taking money and everything.

One night a Irishman asked me to get it on 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 inquiries in two hours.

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

He seemed entirely capable so I left him to it, and gradually did lupus erythematosus and less time 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 discipline on my lady.

She was not there, `` gentleman want multifariousness sir, I got some new miss in, '' Harry explained.

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

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

I went out to seek her, I asked around until I heard of someone keep in a hut by the railroad line and earning a insolence from plate layers and the like.

I had to find out her and bought a bowler hat and gaberdine coat 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 ? '' someone asked a driver as his shift 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 au naturel but for a coat opened at the front line sitting on an engine man 's cabinet listening to the tales 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 home, '' I explained.

'' That Harry was beastly, '' she said, `` He wanted to institutionalise 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 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 other after all. ``

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

I hid my tears and left her even as she gasped in commendation as her Scots devotee took her to heaven once more .