It began when she was in London, performing some errands. She was just walking out of Fortnum and Mason's in Piccadilly, having given in the corsage watch which had been given her as a Christmas gift, to be repaired, when a well-dressed lady thrust an advertising leaflet into her hand. Laura continued: 'The sheet of paper gave an address of a mews house off Kendal Street and stated that Countess Olga Petroff of St Petersburg and Paris was forming a select club for respectable young women of modest means who wished to meet and engage in social intercourse with others of similar social standing whilst in London.
Any girl interested in joining the club was welcome to visit the establishment between ten o'clock and six o'clock on any Tuesday, Thursday or Friday at 69 Garden Mews, off Kendal Street.' 'A propitiously numbered address,' interjected Konrad Kochanski.
Laura smiled and continued: 'This all sounded quite appealing and, as I had some time on my hands, I took an omnibus and twenty minutes later I was standing outside the proposed club's headquarters.
'I rang the bell and an attractive maid opened the door. When I informed her of the purpose of my visit she showed me into a sumptuously furnished drawing-room and asked me to wait for a few minutes until Countess Olga was ready to see me. 'Left alone for the moment, I cast my eye about and noticed many pieces of small statuary around the room, all depicting various unclad girls and women. Perhaps I should have guessed there and then exactly what was going on, especially when I noticed the titles of some of the books in the small library cabinet, The Prima Dona, School Life in Paris, Lascivious Scenes in a Convent and other such rude books.
'However, I stayed and leafed through the pages of a periodical until the maid came in and asked me to follow her to Countess Olga's rooms. The Countess was waiting to welcome me and, speaking in perfect English, she poured me a glass of sherry and asked me to tell her all about myself. She scribbled a few notes on a sheet of paper and, when I had finished, she exclaimed: “My dear Laura, you are just the kind of girl we would like to join the Ladies Mutual Aid Society. Let me tell you a little more about our facilities. We have a moderately-priced kitchen which prepares light luncheons, teas and dinners whilst every Wednesday night we have a guest speaker to give informal talks on matters of topical importance. On every day except Sunday, the club is open and you may use the library, enjoy a game of cards or just sit quietly or engage in conversation with your friends.
But our pride and joy is the swimming pool we have constructed which I shall now show you.” 'As she rose, I happened to notice for the first time, the large nude painting of the Countess which adorned one of the walls. She was posed stretched out on white, rumpled sheets and the artist had brought out every detail of her body, even to a patch of curly, black hairs between her thighs and her pink-lipped cunney.
'“Ah, I see you are looking at my portrait,” said the Countess as she walked round from her seat. “It was painted by Minnie Ashe and I do think she did wonderfully well even though she flattered her subject!” 'Whilst I stood admiring the picture she joined me and, in a friendly manner, she slipped her arm around my waist and guided me to the door. We went through to a large room where the floor had been scooped out and a swimming pool had been laid. Splashing about in the pool was a beautiful, naked girl of about my own age. '“As we don't allow any men inside the premises, we are able to dispense with costumes,” the Countess said lightly. She called out to the lovely girl in the pool. “It's far nicer swimming in the nude, isn't it, Kitty?” '“Oh yes, it's absolutely divine,” agreed the girl as she swam over to us and pulled herself half out of the water, her breasts resting on the tiled floor as she added: “Do introduce me to this pretty girl, Olga.” '“Certainly, my dear,” beamed the Countess as six-looked at her wrist watch. “Kitty, this is Miss Laura Macfarlane – Laura, I would like you to meet Miss Kitty Philbrook. Now, would you both excuse me for fifteen minutes as I have a meeting with our Secretary Miss Sykes, to discuss our accounts. Incidentally, Laura is an acquaintance of several of our friends, Including Lord Laversham. I believe you have met the noble Lord unless I am much mistaken.'”
Laura paused here and giggled as she looked at him His face had coloured a deep red and he spluttered: 'I don't think there is any need to continue recounting this anecdote, Laura, no need at all.'
Sir Ronald Dunn attempted to soothe our host's fear and said: “Oh, come now, old chap. We're all men of the world round this table.
No-one will blab a word if your name is connected with some saucy goings-on. 'Of course not,' said the Prince of Wales with a hearty guffaw. 'Anyhow, I am sure that nothing uncomplimentary about you will pass Laura's lips.' 'Lord Laversham has no need to be concerned,' agreed Laura as she put down her goblet and continued her tale, saying: 'So I asked Kitty where she had met Lord Laversham and she replied: “Oh, where I work, actually, at Madame Parfait's Herbal Baths in Great Portland Street. He's one of my regular clients.” '“Really?” I said with interest. “And what is your work?” She looked at me and grinned as she answered: “I'm a masseuse, Laura, I rub down my clients with oils and smooth away all their aches and pains. Lord Laversham has been a regular customer of mine for the last six months and, as you would expect, he always has the de luxe treatment which includes a good sucking-off and a soixante neuf if preferred.” '“A soixante neuf!” I repeated in astonishment. “What has that to do with being massaged with oils?” '“Not a great deal,” she said with a pert chuckle. “Though can you think of a nicer way to ease away the cares of the day? However, I only offer this special service to a handful of well-heeled clients who pay handsomely for the privilege.” 'As I digested this information, Kitty said to me: “Laura, why don't you join me for a swim in this gorgeous, heated pool? One of the maids has just placed a pile of fresh towels in the changing room.” 'Well, it had been a hot day and the idea appealed to me even though I was somewhat shy at first to splash around in the nude, especially if anyone else come in.
Nevertheless, I disrobed in the changing room and stepped gingerly into the pool. Kitty had been telling nothing but the truth as the water was indeed nicely warm and we frolicked around gaily. Then, as I rested for a moment at the side of the pool, Kitty swam up to me and began rubbing my pussey with the palm of her hand. '“Let me give you one of my special massages,” she cooed in my ear. “I'm sure you will like it and will also be nice for me to give pleasure to a pretty girl instead of some randy man.” 'It was the first time any feminine fingers had toyed with my pussey and the sensation was frankly delicious although I did make a nominal protest. “You shouldn't really be doing that,” I murmured when Kitty caress my breasts and tweaked my nipples with one hand whilst with the other she began to rub my pussey in earnest. 'I however, was soon so fired up that the last traced of resistance vanished. Kitty started to murmur softly about how she wanted to stick her tongue inside my cunney and suck my clitty. I kissed her cheek and said, “That's all very well, but you can't eat my pussey in the water.” 'For a few quiet moments we stood grinning at each other like a pair of Cheshire cats, and I found myself gazing into this pretty girl's face whilst she studied me with a look of pure lust in her eyes. Then we hauled ourselves out of the pool and, after drying ourselves with the big bath towels, Kitty led me into Countess Olga's private changing room which was just big enough to accommodate a single bed on which were luxurious linen sheets. 'Running her wet tongue over her lips in anticipation, Kitty gently laid me down upon the bed and said: “Just look at our two little pussies, Laura. You have a beautifully dainty crack, darling, and what a fine contrast we make with your thatch of dark, curly hair and my soft, silky bush.” 'Then, with a smile, she fell upon me and our mouths meshed together as we kissed deeply, rubbing our titties and cunnies together in complete uninhibited abandon. The sensation of her gleaming, naked body pressing against my own heightened my desire still further and, when our nipples touched, tingling spasms of sheer delight passed from my breasts to my wet, pulsing pussey. '“Oh my, that's heavenly,” I gasped when Kitty began to stroke the insides of my thighs and she moved her tousled head down between my thighs to lick and lap along my crack. I wrapped my thighs around her neck and she tenderly opened the yielding love lips and slid her finger into the juicy tunnel of my soaking quim.