I said, “I would fully enjoy calling on her, but there is still another place I would like to see first."
"Yes?” Anna said. “What is it? Perhaps we can help you."
"You can, since it was your delightful self who suggested it,” I said. “I'm anxious to see this ‘Cupid's Nest’ place."
"So,” cooed Nina. “Our little diva's getting a hard-on. Well, I guess it can be arranged. When do you want to go?"
"Any time it's convenient for your delightful self,” I offered. “The sooner the better."
"It can be arranged, of course, but it will take a few days. You understand, of course, what sort of a place it is, do you not?"
"I know nothing whatever about it,” I said. “I guess I've fallen in love with the name of the place. Cupid's Nest,” I repeated over and over.
"You've got one, darling,” laughed Nina. “Isn't it something to put into the nest that you hanker for?"
"You've guessed it, and I'll die if I don't get it damn soon!"
"Then Cupid's Nest it shall be, darling, but keep your pretty legs together a few days, and then you can open them as you please. In the meantime, I'll see about it."
Seeing Rose lingering about as though wishing to hear more about it, and feeling dreadfully naughty at the moment, I said, “Can't I even open them for Rose."
"Good heavens!” cried Nina, making believe she was shocked at the idea. “Is the woman debauched to the extent of making a cunt-lapper of this girl!” This caused considerable mirth, and not a little embarrassment to Rose, but she had long since proven herself a good little sport and enjoyed it as much as any of us. Both girls knew that Rose delighted in gamahuching me, and Rose knew that I was on unusually friendly terms with Anna and Nina, so what harm could there be?
A little later I shall tell you of her loyalty to me and how, at my own suggestion, she allowed herself to be deflowered by a lover I was to meet, and with whom I lived openly.
But I am digressing, my dear; that part of the story will come in its proper place.
To return to the story. In due time, Anna and Nina completed the details necessary before we could enter the sanctum of the Cupid's Nest. What a name! By rights it should have been called “Cupid's Dart” for that was what it really was-a place to receive that very thing.
The place was located on a street occupied, for the most part, by factories. But that did not in the least take away from the splendor one found within its walls.
A brief description of the interior is necessary at this point before one can begin to understand how the place worked. To begin with, it was very exclusive, being frequented by only the elite of the social world, and no woman was ever allowed to enter, save those who became inmates, either temporary or permanent.
Sounds like something one reads about in theArabian Nights, does it not? However, it's true. The front of the place was used as a beer garden. The ceiling was high and beautifully decorated with the works of celebrated artists, said decorations being in the form of the most erotic paintings! The walls were likewise decorated. This room, which was large, contained nothing in the form of furniture except tables and chairs upon which the patrons sat, the patrons, as I have said, being men.
The place was brightly lit, the whole screened from the street by heavy velvet curtains. The waiters were men.
At the extreme rear of this room was an elevated platform. The front was covered with latticework interwoven with vines growing sweet-smelling flowers. From this latticed hallway-for that's what it was-was a set of steps, six in number. At the head of these stairs was a door, and behind this door, which was heavily barred, stood a gigantic Negro, and woe be unto he who tried passing that Negro! It had been tried once or twice-to the great sorrow to those who tried it.
Behind this hallway-like space were the main rooms, and these were occupied by the “clients” who frequented them, these last being women, or girls, as the case might be.
There were twelve rooms, each beautifully furnished and containing a full-sized bed, a dresser, chairs, a closet, and a washroom. There was one lamp on this entire floor, and this was seldom, if ever, lit. These rooms were rented for periods ranging from a week to a month by women, both married and single, for clandestine purposes, and here women and girls could carry on their love affairs without hindrance. The possibilities were limitless, and though the owners of this brothel were censured, they should have been rewarded.
They were censured, of course, by the good Christians, those Christians, who believednot in the pleasure of the flesh and dwelt only in a spiritual world-whenever someone was looking, that is.
There was every possible convenience within those rooms, and here is the way the plan was carried out. First, the woman or girl who was to occupy a room was, of necessity, well known. If she was a stranger, she must be vouched for by someone acquainted with the mistress; if accepted, she paid the fee necessary for a given length of time and was given a key to a door of a house on a street in the rear. Entering, heavily veiled, she made her way through this house to the one in which she maintained her one-room apartment.
When she was ready to choose a lover, she would don a domino and mask and make her way through the hall to the latticed partition which overlooked the drinking-room below. Here she would have a commanding view of everyone in the room, and unseen, she would choose the man she wanted. Having made her choice, she would indicate to a staff member the man she wanted, and a message would be conveyed to him.
Isn't that a pretty arrangement, my dear? I think it is.
Nina and Anna having made the necessary arrangements for me, I visited the place. The mistress must, of necessity, know every woman who entered her establishment, but she was the only person who was let in on the secret. Being well known, however, I hadn't the slightest difficulty in getting a room, and I lost no time in getting into it.
Then I went to the latticework partition and gazed out upon a sea of faces. It was remarkable the great number of handsome men who frequented the place. There were at least fifty there at the moment, and I had no trouble choosing one I wanted. Indeed, they were all handsome-the homely ones never came twice.
Waiting until I saw the message delivered to the right man, I went back to my room, threw off the domino and mask and settled down upon the bed to await my pleasure. As you might have guessed, I didn't have long to wait-no gentleman keeps his mistress waiting, and these were all gentlemen. True, they weren't all wealthy, nor were they all of the elite, but they were handsome to a fault and were known for their “staying power” when in the arms of a passionate woman.
I won't tire you with a detailed account of all the things I did that first night. Enough to say that he was a wonderful man in every way-and I'm sure I sent him to his home that night satisfied that it would have been impossible to extract another drop of his precious fluid. I maintained that room for a month, going there directly from the theater whenever the call of the flesh demanded-which, with me, was often. If a certain man was unusually nice, if he had a large cock and didn't object to offering it in any manner I chose, he would be sure to get a second invitation to visit me.
There was another advantage to all this. If you felt in a mood for variety, all you had to do was to tell the man to leave after he had given one or two demonstrations of his manly powers. Then you simply chose another, and no one was the wiser.
Would it interest you to know, my dear, that several of these men had handsome incomes from these women, and yet never knew who the women were? Such was the case; I have ample proof of that statement.
This sort of an arrangement called for a lot of preparation. Why, one asks, should a woman go to all this bother for the sake of meeting some man? Why not go to any one of a dozen hotels or houses set aside for that very purpose? There are a thousand reasons why all this is necessary if a woman wants to keep her secrets.