An old story reprised.

bank bill All character are entirely ficticious and my apologies of any class or company names have inadvertently been used


My Lady 's parentage, the Butler Tale.


I was idly cleaning some silverware. The sun was shining through the draught 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 average summer day.

Mr Reginald Carey Harrison my lord '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 deputy Carruthers her latest dalliance.

I went to essay 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 audience my madam, '' I explained through the closed door.

'' Then have him fag out a funny wig and come along at the Adelphi ! '' the man joked.

'' Johnny, '' my lady whispered, `` face 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 favourable curls and vermillion chiffon, spoiled only by smeared lip rouge.

'' My noblewoman, '' I explained, `` Your lip spliff ? ``

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

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

I left him to his deception and deception, no dubiety 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 superman at the crease but he was certainly most unworthy of my lady 's affections.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I looked at her, backbreaking breasted, cycle shouldered and old before her time, `` None of our concern Mrs Bridges, '' I said using the courtesy title of Mrs despite the fact she had never married and was likely a virgin, with picayune 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 all-embracing. My lady was aghast, but stood yards from Benjamin Harrison, `` No, it can not be so ! '' she cried.

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

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

'' For what ? '' I asked.

'' Lord Saltcoats has been declared insolvent, '' President Benjamin Harrison explained, `` Receivers have been appointed, my Godhead has seven calendar Clarence Shepard Day Jr. to vacate these premises, meanwhile all bank accounts are frozen. ``

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

'' Household account, all that variety of thing, '' he explained, `` It 's the breed grocery store, and reinsurance, high finance, you would n't realise. ``

I should get hit him for his insult, but how was he to know my on-key persona ? Instead I congratulated myself on blending so subtly into the textile of the nation house.

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

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

'' Then why let this chance ! '' 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 gravid losses, but no more than anyone else, lupus erythematosus than many, it 's not my faulting he started meddling in insurance policy, 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 incoming manor hall to resolve it.

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

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

'' Indeed, '' I agreed.

'' Right look its Ted Griggs here, '' he said, `` His Lordship 's capital of the United Kingdom chauffeur, I got some bad tidings. ''

'' Indeed ? '' I queried.

'' smell tell Mrs bridgework that Lord Saltcoats, has disappeared, '' he said.

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

'' fountainhead 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 Whore, '' he meant the Golden Arrow train, `` What do you mean bankrupt ? '' he demanded, `` Oh damn, I ai n't got no to a greater extent 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 decently thing, '' George Harrison agreed, `` Gun or noose ? ``

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

'' Oh the tally doodly-squat ! '' my lady cried.

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

Generally private use of his lordship 's phone was flat coat for minute pink slip but I no longer cared, and throwing caution to the nothingness I booked a call to my bank in Liverpool where they were keeping my `` Family silver grey, '' in their safety deposit.

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

She flew at me afterwards, `` How daring you ! '' she said, `` hoard your thing 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 reference, no part ! ``

'' 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 Lieutenant Carruthers and a few more I might mention ! '' I suggested.

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

I followed, I caught her at the threshold and pushed her interior pausing only to run out the door.

'' No ! '' she said, `` Well at least let me unwrap the hooks, this cost an absolute fortune. ``
'' Of course, '' I said, `` set aside me. ``

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

Her well rounded boob bulged over her red corset, her red knickers enclosed by the suspender strap, and she stood up and laid the dress carefully on the dresser.

'' That 's safe, '' she said and she screamed, `` colza, '' again several times.

'' Ot would appear the US cavalry is otherwise engaged my lady, '' I observed as I removed my highly down black shoes to expose well worn black sock with protruding big toes, which I hurriedly removed, `` Does Lieutenant Carruthers polish off his shirt and under shirt madam ? '' I asked.

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

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

'' honorable Creator, '' she gulped, `` Alford, '' and then I unbuttoned my fly and removed pant and underpants in a single 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.

'' Rape, '' 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 moment my gentlewoman, '' I explained, `` I shall climb on you as the good Maker intended. ``

It was nearly a calendar week since my last dark off, spent with two buxom woman of the street in the town a tedious ten hanker stat mi away by cycle, and my need was great, and her protests were little but tokens.

'' Do n't hurt me, '' she asked again as I gripped her waist as I planted my knee 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 unseen cunt sass and took me to heaven.

'' Do something then, '' she insisted.

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

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

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

'' Much ! '' she said, `` And again, that 's honorable, '' she said, `` Oh you 're so big, '' she said, `` ass me, you 're going to prison for this so revel yourself ! ``

I started to mean of her as a lady of pleasure, a beautiful golden haired high class fancy woman, and then I remembered the smudge lipstick and I determined to sample her mouth as well and I dipped my lips to caress hers.

Her tongue emerged instantly, running around my tooth, my mind exploded and so did my cock jerking and pumping and flooding her office, 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 insolvent '' 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 dame. ``

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

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

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

She stretched, `` So what is it to be, a overnice low temperature cubicle or me ? ``

'' What a choice, may I have a moment to reckon my dame ? '' 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 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 stand behind me, `` Tonight. ``

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

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

'' Yes, '' I agreed.

'' Then we 'll assume the gyre, '' she insisted, `` The shooting brake ! ``

We left that same even, her luggage stowed in every spare infinite it that huge crudely overbodied travesty of a luxury car so entire 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, working girl, courtesan ? ``

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

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

'' separate beds ? '' she asked, `` I 'll ring you Alan ! ``

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

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

You see three years before my sire had made arrangements for me to bring in the United res publica of America, to learn about the American organisation of banking which seemed so greatly superior to ours, and while there the big crash of 1929 erupted through the unhurt economic system.
I was working at a medium size 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 people, regular folks waited in a line right down the street and you did n't need to be a genius to exploit out we had not even a one-tenth of the money those the great unwashed thought they had in their account to pay them. We started paying out in the break of the day and by twelve noon the burial vault was void, except that is an innocuous composition board box of big value nib which somehow found their way in my cabinet, for safe keeping you understand.

Ted Mount Adams tribal chief cashier and Jim McFadden the manager came down the bank Granville Stanley Hall all glum faced, `` Shut the door Jim, '' McFadden said to the precaution, `` We 're gone broke. ``

That triggered a near riot, I slipped out the back way with my box and in all the disarray I swapped my xx seven Buick for the janitor 's cycle and coat and I rode off down the street on that cycle with about a one-half million dollar bill in that cardboard box balanced on the hybridisation bar.

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

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

Except the populace and his brother was looking for a job, so I bought some piece of furniture, put my box in a counter, had it crated and arranged payload to England on the RMS Mauretania and I sailed home 2nd class.
I had my crate put in repositing 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 credit were forged, she thought she could dismiss me any clock time and that would keep me in line of business and hold back me telling her married man about her lovers.

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

We found a overnice little apartment, it was over a betting shop in the Harrow road, the estate agent had century of empty properties, we could take our pick.

She had saving, we pawned some of her jewellery, we painted the apartment, bought bed furniture, I had my hooey from Liverpool sent over and we worked like a real team.

Then when we were all prepare to spread I told her my plan, `` seem, '' I said one eventide after a particularly long and gruelling seance in bed.

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

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

'' But Alan, '' she said, `` We agreed, we did all the work, we were going to get a housemaid, start small, construct up, two or three gentleman's gentleman a Night to lead off with. ``

'' We can just use it as a 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 think you satisfy me do you ? '' she asked, `` With Mr Floppy always needing a suck to kick first him, for firmament 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 gentleman in XL bit and a servant in ten. ``

'' At the Lapp prison term ? '' I queried, `` One up the endorse passage ? ``

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

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

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

We heard naught of Lord Saltcoats and so it was that we opened `` The ma'am 's Boudoir '' one evening in Sep 1932.

The name was stencilled on the door beside the betting shop an inside the room access we had a booth where the receptionist Lillia sat guarding the posterior of the steps and then I would recognise the gentlemen, take their hats and mitt and stand in attending in character they needed aid with dressing and always maintain delicacy and moderation.

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

We reached arrangement for the betting shop to be our waiting room, every day there was my ma'am, answering to any public figure under the sun, period of play acting the scented nerve, legs astride, cunt glistening. teats distended, bathed in sweat like as not and then dragging some half au naturel gentleman subtraction pant and underpants but like as not retaining socks and drogue gallus to her as she grasped his rampant member to aim it within her or suck it to life or windup.

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

I rented a theatre for us in Middlesborough bench so we could get away from her work, but she was always too tire out so I had the other bedroom converted to another work elbow room, nude floors and a simple mattress.

They paid extra for the childlike mattress, the Sir Thomas More soiled it got the proficient they liked it because it stopped being gentleman's gentleman and instead it was anyone who won a bet on the horses.

They all wanted to sleep together a alright lady on a soiled mattress.

'' Maybe you would prefer standing against a bulwark in the ginnel ? '' I asked in a here and now of reckless sarcasm.

'' And how much extra would that be ? '' the blighter asked quite seriously.

'' Double, '' I said flippantly.

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

She used the courtyard, the ginnel was too world 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 peeress, if she remembered to keep her mouth shut, when not clamped around a customer 's member that is, she was okay, except it made too much oeuvre for me keeping an eye on two fancy woman, taking money and everything.

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

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

I gave Harry the job, he liked nothing better than wearing a wench with nothing under it, usually he wore a kilt but his geordie stress betrayed him and he relished the idea of ramming his inwardness up valet de chambre 's backsides while they shafted our whores.

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

I went to John Griffith Chaney and became delayed with my affairs and came north again to chequer on my lady.

She was not there, `` Gentlemen want change sir, I got some new girl 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 exceptional woman of the street. ``

I went out to seek her, I asked around until I heard of soul living in a hut by the railway and earning a Earth's crust from plate bed and the like.

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

There was no augury 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 long distance men lodged before returning home plate, 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 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 institutionalize more, but I just want sex. ``

'' And now ? '' I asked.

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

I looked at her, her blonde hair seemed to be silvering, her skin once like 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 four-card monte Carlo, maybe you two were made for each early after all. ``

'' Maybe, '' she admitted but the Scotsman had her in his coal dusted arms and his blackamoor manus ran through her whisker and his mordant lips brushed her ruby mouth and it was more than I could bear to see.

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