An old story reprised.

note All part are entirely ficticious and my excuse of any phratry or company names have inadvertently been used


My Lady 's decline, the Samuel Butler 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 gardener snipped ineffectually away at the lawn edges. It was an average summers day.

Mr Sir Rex Harrison my lord 's stock certificate broker and adviser arrived just after lunch, he asked no demanded to see my Lady with the last urgency.

'' But sir, my lady is resting, '' I explained, knowing she was most in all likelihood with one Lieutenant Carruthers her belated dalliance.

I went to search 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 part hissed.

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

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

'' Rebel, '' my lady whispered, `` search its Gerald 's banker, I had better go, '' and she shouted `` Just a here and now ! ''

Amazingly quickly my lady appeared at the doorway, a vision of gilt curls and vermillion chiffon, spoiled only by smeared lipstick.

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

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

'' Good blighter, 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 pant he tucked a ten Ugandan shilling bill in my top air pocket, `` See myself out, back way. '' and he slipped away, the very prototype of a lounge lizard, or should that be lounge snake.

I left him to his deceit and magic, no doubt the regiment thought he was elsewhere, perhaps he was at cricket and had himself bowled out to spare half an time of day for cuckolding but perhaps his enormous ego would not permit him to appear less than a battery-acid at the furrow but he was certainly near unworthy of my Lady 's fondness.

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 bugger off Holdford ! '' my lady hissed.

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

'' 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, `` Trouble Mr Alford ? '' she asked.

I looked at her, heavy breasted, round shouldered and old before her prison term, `` None of our stage business Mrs span, '' 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 work and fling the room access full. My Lady was aghast, but stood pace from President Harrison, `` No, it can not be so ! '' she cried.

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

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

'' For what ? '' I asked.

'' Lord Saltcoats has been declared insolvent, '' President William Henry Harrison explained, `` Receivers have been appointed, my lord has seven calendar days to reverse these premises, meanwhile all savings bank account are frigid. ``

'' What do you stand for ? '' I demanded.

'' home bill, all that kind of matter, '' he explained, `` It 's the breed market, and reinsurance, gamey finance, you would n't understand. ``

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

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

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

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

'' None of your concern, '' he said, `` But I had no mind, none at all, I merely manage his lordship 's investment funds portfolio, of form we made cloggy losses, 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 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, Lord Saltcoats mansion house, '' 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 news. ''

'' Indeed ? '' I queried.

'' Look tell Mrs Harry Bridges 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 first light and they said to go nursing home when I got back, I reckon he legged it to France on the Flesh de sporting lady, '' he meant the Golden arrow train, `` What do you mean bankrupt ? '' 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 matter, '' President William Henry Harrison agreed, `` Gun or noose ? ``

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

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

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

Generally individual use of his lordship 's telephony was solid ground for blink of an eye dismissal but I no longer cared, and throwing caution to the wind I booked a telephone call to my bank in Liverpool where they were keeping my `` Family Silver, '' in their base hit 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 daring you ! '' she said, `` Collect 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 payment, no reference, no character ! ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' No ! '' she said, `` Well at to the lowest degree let me undo the hook, this cost an absolute fortune. ``
'' Of course, '' I said, `` take into account me. ``

She sat on the bed as I unfastened her dress, `` Be measured, '' 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 suspender shoulder strap, and she stood up and laid the dress carefully on the dresser.

'' That 's in force, '' 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 smooth black shoes to reveal well bear black air-sleeve with protruding big toes, which I hurriedly removed, `` doe 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 and shirt front, slipped the cardboard leash off and removed my undershirt.

'' Good 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 humanity as it strained, `` Right, '' she said as she snapped her suspender 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 hurt me will you, and there are some greyback 's in the dressing table.

'' They spoil the moment my lady, '' I explained, `` I shall bestride you as the upright lord intended. ``

It was nearly a calendar week since my death Night off, spent with two buxom whores in the town a wearisome ten recollective miles away by wheel, and my motive was great, and her protests were niggling but tokens.

'' Do n't injure me, '' she asked again as I gripped her waist 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 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 bang, but it 's not very exciting for me. '' she declared.

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

'' Much ! '' she said, `` And again, that 's serious, '' she said, `` Oh you 're so big, '' she said, `` roll in the hay me, you 're going to prison for this so enjoy yourself ! ``

I started to believe of her as a tart, a beautiful golden haired mellow class whore, and then I remembered the smeared lip rouge and I determined to taste her lip as well and I dipped my lips to fondle hers.

Her glossa emerged instantly, running around my teeth, my mind exploded and so did my turncock 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, rape or 'we', '' she asked quite reasonably.

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

`` I expect Gerald has, '' she said quietly, `` He wo n't face ruination, 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 overnice frigidity cell or me ? ``

'' What a choice, may I have a mo to think my lady ? '' I asked.

'' Get dressed, we have appearing to maintain, '' she insisted and she went to clothe 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 psyche 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 stage in remaining, `` We need to talk, '' I explained.

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

'' Yes, '' I agreed.

'' Then we 'll pick out the coil, '' she insisted, `` The shooting brake ! ``

We left that same evening, her baggage stowed in every spare space it that huge crudely overbodied lampoon of a sumptuosity 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 evoke ? '' she replied.

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

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

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

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

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

I could n't rely her, I never really intended for her to become a whore but could not take a chance telling her the truth, maybe I should hold, but I didn't.

You see three twelvemonth before my father had made transcription for me to work in the United commonwealth of U.S., to learn about the American system of banking which seemed so greatly Lake Superior to ours, and while there the smashing crash of 1929 erupted through the unhurt economic system.
I was working at a medium sizing city banking concern as a sort of helper coach, and I was right there when the run came, and when it came it all seemed to happen all at once.

ordinary bicycle people, regular folks waited in a line right down the street and you did n't call for to be a genius to work out we had not even a tenth of the money those people thought they had in their explanation to pay them. We started paying out in the sunup and by noontide the hurdle was vacuous, except that is an innocent cardboard box of big value bills which somehow found their way in my locker, for safe keeping you understand.

Ted President John Adams gaffer cashier and Jim McFadden the handler came down the bank hall all glum faced, `` Shut the doors Jim, '' McFadden said to the precaution, `` We 're gone broke. ``

That triggered a draw near riot, I slipped out the plunk for way with my box and in all the confusion I swapped my twenty seven Buick for the janitor 's wheel and coat and I rode off down the street on that bicycle with about a half million dollars in that cardboard box balanced on the interbreeding 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 even train.

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

Except the world and his blood brother was looking for a job, so I bought some article of furniture, put my box in a sideboard, had it crated and arranged lading to England on the RMS Mauretania and I sailed plate 2nd class.
I had my crateful put in store and looked for a job, told dad I was still in the states, changed my figure to Alford and forged some references and worked in Liverpool until I fancied some body politic air and her ladyship took me on as Butler.

She knew my references were forged, she thought she could send away me any clock time and that would keep me in strain and stop over me telling her husband about her lovers.

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

We found a nice piddling flat, it was over a betting workshop in the Harrow route, the the three estates broker had hundreds of empty-bellied holding, we could choose our pick.

She had saving, we pawned some of her jewelry, we painted the apartment, bought bed article of furniture, I had my stuff from Liverpool sent over and we worked like a very team.

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

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

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

'' But Alan, '' she said, `` We agreed, we did all the piece of work, we were going to get a maid, initiate small, construct up, two or three man a night to set about with. ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Possibly, '' she said, `` But you did the sum of money, even with a few days a calendar month when we need a outdoor stage in we will lay down a violent death ! ``

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

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

We heard goose egg of Creator Saltcoats and so it was that we opened `` The Lady 's Boudoir '' one eventide in Sep 1932.

The name was stencilled on the door beside the betting shop an inside the door we had a cubicle where the receptionist Lillia sat guarding the bottom of the stairs and then I would greet the gentleman's gentleman, take their hats and glove and stand in attendance in pillow slip they needed assist with binding and always exert 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, `` good day sir may I lease your hat ? '' I would ask and get a contemptuous glare in regaining as gloves 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, romp acting the sweet warmheartedness, stage astride, cunt glistening. teats distended, bathed in sweat like as not and then dragging some half naked gentleman minus trousers and underpants but like as not retaining windsock and sock gallus to her as she grasped his rampant appendage to aim it within her or give suck it to life history or completion.

Hairy asses bobbling as they pounded her, time after time, week after week, calendar month after calendar month until every ounce of compassion I had for her was ground to nada by the detrition of crotch upon crotch.

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

They paid duplicate for the simple mattress, the more soiled it got the ripe 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 away a fine lady on a begrime mattress.

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

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

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

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

She used the courtyard, the ginnel was too public and she wore a pair of cogs and a servants gabardine, sometimes we had three men waiting while a fourthly fucked her standing against the wall.

Sometimes Lillia pretended to be the peeress, if she remembered to preserve her rima oris shut, when not clamped around a customer 's penis that is, she was o.k., except it made too very much work 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 windowpane and got ten inquiries in two hours.

I gave Harry the job, he liked nothing better than wearing a doll with nothing under it, usually he wore a kilt but his Geordie accent betrayed him and he relished the idea of ramming his pith up gentlemen 's derriere while they shafted our whores.

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

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

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

'' But she was the whole grounds ! '' 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 livelihood in a hut by the railroad track and earning a encrustation from home layers and the like.

I had to get her and bought a derby hat and duster coating like a railway official and marched down to the rail yards.

There was no sign of her, but then a lucky slash, `` You going for a jar Tam ? '' someone asked a driver as his duty period 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, and there I found her raw but for a coat open at the movement sitting on an engine man 's locker listening to the tarradiddle 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 mansion, '' 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 find wanted. ''

I looked at her, her blonde hair seemed to be silvering, her bark once like alabaster now weatherbeaten, `` I 'll retain an bill 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 other after all. ``

'' Maybe, '' she admitted but the Scot had her in his coal dusted arms and his black hired man ran through her hair and his melanise lips brushed her ruby back talk 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 Scottish lover took her to heaven once more .