An old story reprised.

Note All theatrical role are entirely ficticious and my apologies of any household or party 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 windowpane. 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 summer day.

Mr Sir Rex Harrison my lord 's stock broker and adviser arrived just after dejeuner, he asked no call for to see my lady with the furthest urgency.

'' But sir, my gentlewoman is resting, '' I explained, knowing she was most likely with one deputy 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 in force, do n't lay off. ``

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

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

'' Then have him wear a suspect wig and appear 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 imaginativeness of gilded curls and vermillion chiffon, spoiled only by smeared lipstick.

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

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

'' thoroughly chap, mums the Holy Writ ? '' Carruthers said as he followed her from the room while smoothing his cricket jersey down and taking his wallet from his egg white cricket trousers he tucked a ten Somalian shilling banker's bill in my top pocket, `` See myself out, rear way. '' and he slipped away, the very image of a waiting room lizard, or should that be waiting area snake.

I left him to his deceit and deception, no question the regiment thought he was elsewhere, perhaps he was at cricket and had himself bowled out to spare half an minute for cuckolding but perhaps his enormous ego would not allow for him to appear less than a superman at the crease but he was certainly most unworthy of my lady 's tenderness.

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

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

'' The study is uncommitted my dame, '' 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 stool, Mrs bridge circuit the cook stood at the sink, `` Trouble Mr Alford ? '' she asked.

I looked at her, heavy breasted, daily round shouldered and old before her clock time, `` None of our business enterprise Mrs nosepiece, '' I said using the courtesy title of Mrs despite the fact she had never married and was likely a virgin, with little view 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 subject area and toss out the door wide. My gentlewoman was aghast, but stood 1000 from President William Henry Harrison, `` No, it can not be so ! '' she cried.

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

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

'' For what ? '' I asked.

'' nobleman Saltcoats has been declared bankrupt, '' Harrison explained, `` Receivers have been appointed, my Almighty has seven calendar sidereal day to revoke these premises, meanwhile all money box accounts are frigid. ``

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

'' household score, all that sort of thing, '' he explained, `` It 's the stock market, and reinsurance, richly finance, you would n't understand. ``

I should induce hit him for his insult, but how was he to cognize my avowedly character ? Instead I congratulated myself on blending so subtly into the fabric of the rural area house.

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

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

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

'' None of your job, '' he said, `` But I had no idea, none at all, I merely manage his lordship 's investing portfolio, of course we made grievous personnel casualty, but no more than anyone else, less than many, it 's not my fracture he started meddling in insurance, none at all ! ``

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

The telephone rang, in an automatic instinctive reflex I went to the entrance hall to do it.

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

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

'' Indeed, '' I agreed.

'' right wing front its Ted Griggs here, '' he said, `` His lordship 's Jack London chauffeur, I got some bad newsworthiness. ''

'' Indeed ? '' I queried.

'' Look tell Mrs bridge circuit that Godhead Saltcoats, has disappeared, '' he said.

'' Disappeared, no he 's gone break. '' 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 human body de fancy woman, '' he meant the Golden Arrow train, `` What do you mean bankrupt ? '' he demanded, `` Oh shucks, 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 becoming thing, '' President William Henry 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 private use of his lordship 's telephone set was solid ground for instant dismissal but I no longer cared, and throwing caution to the flatus I booked a birdsong to my bank in Liverpool where they were keeping my `` Family silver medal, '' in their safety deposit.

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

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

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

'' I can dismiss you with null ! '' she said, `` No defrayment, no reference, no quality ! ``

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

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

'' Perhaps you could pay me the way you pay Lieutenant 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 door and pushed her inside pausing only to bolt the door.

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

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

Her well rounded chest bulged over her red stays, her red breeches enclosed by the suspender shoulder strap, and she stood up and laid the dress carefully on the dresser.

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

'' Ot would come along the US cavalry is otherwise engaged my lady, '' I observed as I removed my highly urbane black shoes to let on well worn black air-sleeve with protruding big toes, which I hurriedly removed, `` Does lieutenant Carruthers get rid of his shirt and under shirt madam ? '' I asked.

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

I removed my crownwork and shirt movement, slipped the cardboard leash off and removed my undershirt.

'' undecomposed lord, '' she gulped, `` Alford, '' and then I unbuttoned my fly ball and removed trouser 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 brace away from her stockings and pushed her knee breeches down before kicking them off her feet.

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

'' They spoil the consequence my lady, '' I explained, `` I shall hop on you as the sound lord intended. ``

It was nearly a hebdomad since my death Nox off, spent with two buxom whores in the town a ho-hum ten yearn mi away by bicycle, and my want was great, and her objection were little but tokens.

'' Do n't hurt 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 bitch sass and took me to heaven.

'' Do something then, '' she insisted.

'' What ? '' I asked as I luxuriated in the spirit of her moist twat gripping me.

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

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

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

I started to think of her as a whore, a beautiful gilt haired high-pitched stratum whore, and then I remembered the smeared lipstick and I determined to try out her lips as well and I dipped my lips to caress hers.

Her natural language emerged instantly, running around my tooth, my mind exploded and so did my prick jerking and pumping and flooding her parts, and as our backtalk 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 smash '' she said, `` What are we going to do ? ``

'' What is this `` We'suddenly ? '' I asked.

'' Well, what is it to be Alford, Brassica napus or 'we', '' she asked quite reasonably.

'' We, '' I said, `` My ma'am. ``

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

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

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

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

'' What a pick, may I have a present moment to think my lady ? '' I asked.

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

I too dressed and made my way downstairs, there was a hubbub of spokesperson in the kitchen, I went in, `` Mr Alford, or is it My Lord. '' Binks the school principal 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 endure behind me, `` Tonight. ``

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

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

'' Yes, '' I agreed.

'' Then we 'll have the rolling, '' she insisted, `` The shooting brake ! ``

We left that like even, her baggage stowed in every spare outer space it that vast crudely overbodied farce comedy of a luxury car so to the full that she had to sit beside me, and we made our way north.

'' What will you do ? '' I asked.

'' What do you intimate ? '' she replied.

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

'' offprint beds ? '' she asked, `` I 'll call you Alan ! ``

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

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

You see three years before my Father-God had made arrangements for me to work in the United country of America, to learn about the American scheme of banking which seemed so greatly superior to ours, and while there the slap-up crash of 1929 erupted through the whole economical system.
I was working at a culture medium size city bank as a kind of supporter manager, and I was right there when the run came, and when it came it all seemed to happen all at once.

Ordinary people, even folk waited in a strain right down the street and you did n't need to be a brilliance to work out we had not even a tenth of the money those hoi polloi thought they had in their account statement to pay them. We started paying out in the morning and by noon the bank vault was vacate, except that is an unobjectionable cardboard box of big value bills which somehow found their way in my locker, for good keeping you understand.

Ted Adams honcho cashier and Jim McFadden the manager came down the cant manor hall all glum faced, `` Shut the doorway Jim, '' McFadden said to the guard, `` We 're gone broke. ``

That triggered a about riot, I slipped out the backrest way with my box and in all the disarray 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 one dollar bill in that cardboard box balanced on the cross 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 one dollar bill of soul else 's hard currency ? Why get a job of course.

Except the earthly concern and his brother was looking for a job, so I bought some furniture, put my box in a buffet, had it crated and arranged shipment 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 states, changed my name to Alford and forged some reference point and worked in Liverpool until I fancied some body politic air and her ladyship took me on as Butler.

She knew my consultation were forged, she thought she could sack me any clip and that would keep me in line and stop me telling her husband about her lovers.

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

We found a nice fiddling flat, it was over a betting shop in the Harrow Road, the estate factor had hundreds of evacuate properties, we could engage our pick.

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

Then when we were all fix to afford I told her my plan, `` take care, '' I said one evening 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 dollars to wash, you just say an nonconcentric American paid you in dollars. ``

'' But Alan, '' she said, `` We agreed, we did all the work, we were going to get a maid, pop low, build up, two or three gentleman's gentleman a night to set out 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 need ? '' I asked.

'' And you do n't seriously think you gratify me do you ? '' she asked, `` With Mr Floppy always needing a suck to quetch start him, for nirvana 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's gentleman in forty minutes and a handmaiden in ten. ``

'' At the same sentence ? '' I queried, `` One up the plunk for passageway ? ``

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

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

'' Oh, you still get your turn, '' she said, `` But really, seriously, '' she said, `` I need to a greater extent. ``

We heard nothing of master Saltcoats and so it was that we opened `` The Lady 's Boudoir '' one evening in Sep 1932.

The name was stencilled on the doorway beside the betting shop an inside the door we had a booth where the receptionist Lillia sat guarding the ass of the stairs and then I would greet the gentlemen, take their hats and gloves and stand in attendance in case they needed assistance with bandaging and always maintain discretion and moderation.

It sickened me, every day she lay in bed from mid morning boulder clay after midnight while a succession of men used her, `` Good day sir may I take on 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 understanding for the betting shop to be our waiting way, every day there was my lady, answering to any name under the sun, dramatic play acting the dulcet ticker, legs astride, slit glistening. teats distended, bathed in sweat like as not and then dragging some one-half naked valet de chambre subtraction trouser and underpants but like as not retaining wind cone and sock gallus to her as she grasped his rampant extremity to aim it within her or suck it to spirit or completion.

Hairy asses bobbling as they pounded her, time after prison term, workweek after hebdomad, month after month until every ounce of compassion I had for her was ground to null by the detrition of crotch upon crotch.

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

They paid extra for the simple mattress, the to a greater extent soiled it got the better 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 fuck a ticket lady on a dirty mattress.

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

'' And how much extra would that be ? '' the fissure 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 pair of cog and a servants smock, sometimes we had three men waiting while a one-quarter fucked her standing against the wall.

Sometimes Lillia pretended to be the gentlewoman, if she remembered to restrain her mouth shut, when not clamped around a customer 's member that is, she was okay, except it made too much work for me keeping an eye on two cyprian, taking money and everything.

One dark 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 research in two hours.

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

He seemed entirely up to 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 on my lady.

She was not there, `` Gentlemen want variety sir, I got some new female child 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 bawd, sir. I never thought she was your special whore. ``

I went out to seek her, I asked around until I heard of mortal living in a hut by the railroad line and earning a crust from crustal plate layers and the like.

I had to incur her and bought a derby hat and gaberdine coat like a railway official and marched down to the rail yards.

There was no preindication of her, but then a lucky stroke, `` You going for a jar Tam ? '' individual asked a driver as his slip 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 naked but for a coat overt at the front sitting on an locomotive engine man 's locker listening to the narrative 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 commit more, but I just want sex. ``

'' And now ? '' I asked.

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

I looked at her, her blonde pilus seemed to be silvering, her skin once like alabaster now weatherbeaten, `` I 'll hold open 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 Scot had her in his coal dusted coat of arms and his Black person hands ran through her hair and his black lips brushed her ruby mouth and it was more than I could bear to see.

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