The old devil's eyes twinkled as he looked at me; became fiery lamps as I got up in obedience to Miss Clarence's gesture and suffered him to kiss me.
Miss Clarence was very business like; in fact she was almost like a governess of a class and her manner was strikingly at variance with her alluring appearance, but how well she knew her man. He was boiling with excitement and anticipation.
“Now, General,” she went on, “this little girl is the daughter of a friend of mine. She is doing this for money because she is almost penniless. She has always lived in the country and knows nothing of men. I have told her what you are going to do to her, and it is the first time she has ever heard of any such thing.” The old reprobate, and I recognized him from his pictures in the papers as being a hero of the last ward, was sitting on a couch, puffing a cigar and devouring me with his eyes while his ears followed Miss Clarence introductory lecture. “She is innocent, and has no idea of the value of her charms to mankind. You are going to pluck a very rare flower and you'll have to pay for it. Thirty pounds in all, General. Ten pounds for me, fifteen pounds for my little friend-you see how generous I am-and five pounds for Marie, who is staying here to help in any way she can. Is it a bargain?”
The old man rose to his feet? “No, damn you it isn't,” he cried, “its a damned shame.”
“Well, why do you come here wasting my time?” snapped Miss Clarence.
“Thirty pounds for you, sixty for the girl, and a tenner for Marie,” blustered the General. “I've just won an unexpected hundred pounds on a horse this afternoon, and if the little lady wants money, damn she shall have it!”
The bargain needless to say, was struck at once, and the General laid a roll of five pound notes on the table.
Then came my turn. I had been instructed by Miss Clarence to be perfectly passive and speak as little as possible. At her bidding I had laid myself out on the capacious sofa, and the old man approached. He kissed me lusciously several times, but I gave him no respending lips caress, and he then began feeling my legs. Miss Clarence and the maid were sitting, silent spectators, smoking cigarettes.
I wriggled and crossed my legs as he felt me, and pretended with little pushes, to thrust him away. “Oh, damn it all, Bella,” I heard him say, “I must have her clothes off!”
Bella Clarence pretended to whisper to me and gain my consent, and then disembarrassed me of all my outer clothes. I lay on the couch in my drawers and chemise, my long auburn hair flowing over my shoulders and breasts.
“That's enough off, General,” Miss Clarence said, “You can't expect her to go stark naked the very first time.”
The General was a big, heavily formed man but his white hairs had led me to expect a very different instrument from the gigantic phallus that he produced. It was indeed a stout and powerful thing and reared up till its head almost knocked against his naval-he had stripped himself quite bare.
I gripped my little bladder of blood in my hand-and waited.
I shall never forget the scene at the commencement of the pseudo seduction. Above me towered the big old military man, and I remembered with a certain pride, as I felt him groping a way for his penis to my cunt, that he really was a very distinguished man. Behind him I saw Miss Clarence and the maid, beautiful women both, the eyes of both brightened with lustful curiosity, and the dainty room was a fitting box for its bawdy contents. I noticed my own pretty legs, and I drew then up to let the General get between them, and at last I felt the head of the General's penis trying to force an entrance.
The alum had dried me up, and the screams I gave were by no means all theatrical. I felt real pain until he had got well within me. Then joyous sensuality supervened, and it was with an effort that I remembered to slit the bladder with my nail and release the blood over his member, my legs and underclothes. When it was squeezed dry, I managed, introducing an elaborate fling of my arms, to the accompaniment of a frantic screech, to drop it behind the couch.
The General finished as he had begun, strongly; and filled me with a generous outpouring. I took it in with pleasure, and had some difficulty in raising the crocodile tears with which I was to shame him when he arose.
But my theatrical instinct triumphed, and my whole body shook with a spasm of subbing when at last the old man drew his artificially bloodstained prick from within me and stood up.
“Well,” queried Miss Clarence, while the maid was sponging me between the legs.
“Magnificent!” answered the hero of Cathistan, glaring at his bloody cock and the sea of red fluid on my underclothes.
Miss Clarence gave me the sixty pounds, saying that my performance was worth far more than that to her, inasmuch as the General had been so pleased that he was sure to come again often, and send many friends. “He was completely deceived.” she told me.
We went out to dinner afterwards, and Miss Clarence insisted on taking me to the Majestic music hall.
We had to go through the Promenade at the Majestic to reach our box, and I was astounded at the sight of the women loafing in the place. An atmosphere of lust filled the hall, and seemed especially to descend on the promenade. A set of well dressed, handsome girls, all agog to catch the attention of the men who idled, open eyed, calculating the value of the charmers, along the semi-circular Promenade. I knew of the existence of the women of pleasure, and I had heard the Majestic was a place frequented by them, but I had not expected such beauty, or nearly such numbers.
We spent a quiet evening. Only a brace of men came to chat with us in our box, and about eleven o'clock Miss Clarence decided to go home. I was too full of my new environment to wish to quit in a hurry, besides my sixty pounds burned in my pocket, and I was anxious to know more of a life that could offer such rewards for so little sacrifice. I said as much, rather gaily, to Miss Clarence, as the hansom was spinning westwards.
“Sixty pounds don't drop from the clouds often, my little one,” she said.
We had not gone very far on our journey before Miss Clarence volunteered the information to me that her best boy would be waiting for her at home. “It's a treat I only give myself once a week,” she added, and asked me if I did not mind.
Of course I did not mind, and very soon the hansom brought us back to Mademoiselle Clarence.
My friend's best boy was there, waiting for us, a handsome young animal of the hooligan type. Villainy lurked in his eyes, and the low throw back of his simian like brow; but my hostess was undoubtedly devoted to him, or at any rate to the animal part of him. She embraced him at intervals during supper, and the meal was hardly over before they were at it on the sofa, her costly evening dress thrown up anyhow round her breasts, and his ill cut trousers down to his knees. It was an odd contrast; the silken, scented finery of the smart prostitute mingled with the coarse clothes of the maquereau. Her legs were beautifully shaped, the dear, and her stockings of the finest silk gave their pretty curves every chance to be fascinating. His legs were good, too, what I could see of them, and very white it appeared that he was a prize fighter by trade, and had to keep himself in the pink of condition. The hard, tense sinews of his thighs swelled up under the skin, and his bottom seemed altogether composed of muscles. As for that important weapon which seemed to give my friend so intense pleasure, it was really a formidable organ, long, large, and mightily stiff. The first fuck did not take long, but by the time Madame had spent, with a long drawn out sigh of satisfaction, I could feel something wet between my own little lily white thighs.
Then they stripped and my abhorrence of the hooligan face was quite lost in my admiration of the body. He was splendidly made, and they were a beautiful pair; for she, though no longer in her first youth, had lost none of the contour and roundness of a really fine figure. Over and over they rolled on the big couch, first one on top and then the other, exciting each other to madness with every variety of love's tricks, and poor little Blanche grew very excited indeed. How I longed for that splendid prick in me, and I fancy that the young man longed to put it there too, for after the second bout was complete, he came and sat by my me and laid a caressing hand on my leg. I offered not the slightest opposition, but Madame thought otherwise. She drew him away; “No, no, you are only for me tonight, Billy,' she said.