Louis Rotunda has been closed to public auctions this many a year. Yet on certain nights, behind the boarded windows, the lights blaze on nubile female flesh, as one beauty after another is made to mount the auction dais. If you ask the good burghers of New Orleans, you may be sure that they will shake their heads and tell you wistfully that the Rotunda auctions ended long, long ago. One or two will pipe an eye wistfully at the thought of bare and shapely dark-skinned slave-girls whom a man might buy there or in the arcades. But even these poor old fellows will then put on a most sanctimonious expression and inform you that things have changed for the better now. Did they but know of the secret auctions, Jack, you may be sure that their venerable old pricks would spring to attention with the mere thought of it. So, while you and I may not be the closest of neighbours, you may be sure that we shall meet several times a year at such jollities as the Rotunda's private auctions and the grand dinners of our fellow estate-owners. On such occasions I can promise you that we shall be waited upon by a bevy of bare beauties fit to grace the lascivious Rabelaisian banquets of Dolly Morton.**Videlicet The Memoirs of Dolly Morton, published at 13 Rue du Faubourg Montmartre, Paris, for the Society of Private Bibliophiles. I promise you that when you have taken up residence on this island plantation, dear Jack, you shall be always welcome at my own little place. There you may have your choice of such adolescent nymphs as Michele Page or Nerissa Gray, such pert misses as Shirley Ross or Tracey Hope, such young women as Kim Roberts or Susan Underwood. If the fancy takes you to indulge such sports as the reformatory discipline of Elaine Cox, Jane Mitchener or Sally Fenton, then you may prepare yourself for those pleasures by dipping into the memoirs of Master Miles himself.* And yet, old fellow, I must not anticipate too far. We have yet to bring you and your girls safe to this place. For this purpose, we have but one simple and infallible scheme. When you have read this letter, wait but for a week. At the end of this time you will receive a visit from the captain of the Proserpine and an invitation for you and your charming pupils to take a cruise along the Sussex coast for a day or two. On the first night, the steam-yacht will moor off Bognor.
From that mooring she will slip away without showing a single riding-light. By dawn on the second day she will be far out in the channel, with every appearance of a vessel bound on international commerce. By then she will fly the flag of imperial Germany, which you will find the best defence against being interfered with by the British authorities. I do not suppose for one moment that such interference is likely. In any case, by the morning after you will be in the open sea, beyond the power of any nation to impede. An agreeable summer voyage of five or six days more will bring you here, where your friends await you. Dolly has been a little troubled as to whether you can ensure that your girls serve you with that willingness which one expects from the beauties of a seraglio. She has therefore asked me to lend you a girl of my own, a strapping young trollop of nineteen by the name of Noreen. You may be sure that Noreen was a strong and defiant girl at first, trained to obedience by long and careful discipline. From time to time her resentment still flares up. Dolly considers that it would be useful for Noreen, by precept and example, to convince your girls that your pleasure must be their first concern and that their submission to it is not a choice but a requirement of their status here. * The House of Correction: Being the Authentic Memoirs of Jas. Miles, Esquire, to be had also of the Private Bibliophiles.
Be well assured, Jack, how upon your arrival here you shall find the larder stocked, the cellar well filled, and so great a choice of pleasures awaiting in your spacious bedroom that you will scarcely know where to begin. Do you desire to have your way with Claudia or Elke? Why, they are yours already! Would you enjoy stripping and ravishing such a pair of little madams as Julia and Natasha? They are yours to do as you please with. It may also amuse you to know that a soft young brunette of your acquaintance, one Janet Bond, has also been acquired for your pleasures on my personal instructions.
Such is the feast which awaits you. I will say no more than that your presence is the one thing lacking to make our present diversions the most exquisite. Dolly pines for you, wishes you were here, and devises all manner of games which you and she will play with your alluring harem in the long sunlit months which lie ahead.
Tomorrow I must travel onward to my own plantation, for I have no doubt that Maggie and Jackie, Shirley and Kim, Michele and Susan-indeed the several dozen of my girls-are in need of some serious attention. Dolly will write to me every day and inform me of the progress on this charming island, which is now yours by lease.
You may be sure that I shall visit you in your new domain soon after your arrival with your shapely frauleins. I hope however that you will first do me the honour of spending a week or two on my own plantation. Have no fear, old fellow, I will find some man of sterling qualities who shall superintend your girls and keep them in order for you while you pass this time with me. Do you not begin to anticipate the fun we shall have together-separately and in our combined orgies?
For the moment I lay down my pen. Who knows? Before we have time to write to one another again, I may have the honour of welcoming you to Spaniards' Reach plantation and of entertaining you as my guest. I promise you that the tricks I have taught to such young wrigglers as Maggie and Sue will almost make you forget Claudia's demure reticence and Elke's sly lewdness. Till that time comes, dear jack, accept the warmest regards of your own devoted friend. Frederick, Viscount A-.
TEN
A letter from Dolly to Lord Fred-Jack's arrival at the island-His girls-The day's routines-A first orgy with Julia and Natasha-Six holes for two pricks-The example of Noreen, a strapping young trollop of nineteen-A tale of birch in the boudoir-Noreen's defiance and her punishments-A fine Havana cigar-The broad pale cheeks of Noreen's bottom well rouged-The varied pleasures of Jack's harem displayed-His visit to Lord F. Dear Freddie, I write from this island paradise on a warm and tranquil day to tell you of Jack's safe arrival. The good ship Proserpine glided to her anchorage two hundred yards offshore at ten o'clock this morning. Jack and his four girls came ashore in the cutter, leaving the steam-yacht like a graceful fairy-craft in the bay. The next boat brought three more girls from the steamer, Sian, Daniela, and Valeria. In addition to these seven we have, of course, Sonja, Petra, Julia, Natasha, and a number of warm-skinned girls of the area. Shawn is my favourite of these but all are nubile and passionate in their boudoir frolics. Jack is greatly amused by your loan of Janet and Noreen, for he finds the latter to be just the strapping and insolent young trollop you described. In my dealings with our two adolescent pupils, Julia and Natasha, I have adhered strictly to my principles. Every morning first thing they appear and clamber on to the marble massage table together, with their skirts and panties discarded. As at the Villa Anna, I smooth over their bare hips, thighs, and rear cheeks with the amply perfumed soap-cream. And as on those former occasions, they receive a gloved digit up their rear holes, and they load with their own warm rain the sponge held between their charming thighs. Ah, yet what a change is here! Now as a matter of routine, I work the light lather between their legs on my gloved fingers until there is such a chorus of tiny sounds! Julia cries out her pleasure with short and sharp utterances, accompanied by impatient butting movements of her bare and lathered hips. Natasha is more restrained, confining her outbursts to soft questioning whimpers of gratification. If you could see our prim little blonde as the gloved fingers rub her pussy-flesh in a light and soapy caress, you would have no doubt that her pleasures are more intense than these timid little sounds indicate.