That very afternoon, however, as he was strolling towards his club in Pall Mall, somewhat to his surprise, he met with Captain Alfred Torrant, of the 51st Dragoons. That young swell attributed his presence in London to having some business at his army agents; and as this was natural enough after the conversation he had had with his uncle, the pretext passed without challenge; the facts of the case, however, being that Captain Torrant had treacherous designs against his worthy uncle, intending if possible to find through this means, some opportunity of introducing himself to Rosa, and also not adverse, upon a suitable occasion, to offering to lead his relative's elderly boyhood into snares.
This trap the good Mr. Bonham did not fall into at once, as he announced that he was going to dine at his club, so Alfred declared, prompted by a bright invention, that he and a brother officer were going to dine at Greenwich, and proposed that they should call for him at the Fag and Famish Club, and go down the river and dine together.
This suggestion was at once adopted by Mr. Bonham, as being a very good one, and the three carried out their project. Mr. Bonham brought with him a country appetite, and perhaps felt the want of a stimulus to supply the natural exhaustion caused by his exertions that morning.
He ate heartily and drank deeply, more deeply indeed than he was aware of.
Such stuff as champagne and Moselle and claret, could not take effect on such a port-wine drinker as he was, he thought.
Couldn't they though? More especially when consumed upon top of cold punch, pale ale, Madeira, all of which beverages he had partaken since dinner began. So that when a return to London was proposed, the worthy gentleman felt quite regenerated, physically speaking, and 'up to' any species of amusement proposed by the young officers.
After a little consultation with his friend, Captain Torrant confidentially informed Mr. Bonham, that if he would promise not to tell Eliza, he would show him a scene or two of London life known only to a few of the initiated.
'All right, Alfred my boy, I'm game for anything,' was the reply.
So upon arriving at London Bridge, two hansom cabs were chartered for the friendly trio. One four-wheeler would have held them all-but catch Captain Torrant riding in a four-wheeler except with a pretty girl inside, and even then with the blinds down, so his fashionable friends could not witness his degradation.
We did not hear the direction given to the drivers, and so cannot specify the exact locality of the establishment to which their course was directed; suffice it to say that at the end of about a half hour, Mr.
Bonham found himself at the door of a respectable looking but rather dingy house, in a quite out of the way street.
On the young officers presenting their cards, the party was instantly, and most graciously received by a stout, smiling and gorgeously dressed lady, who did the honours of a gorgeously and handsomely furnished room, provided with what Mr. Bonham considered a superabundance of luxurious sofas.
More champagne was immediately the order of the evening, and Mr. B having been introduced to the hostess as a gentleman of high standing in the country, that lady politely enquired of him if he would like to see some of the handsomest girls in London, completely stripped, or only in partial dishabille, as with the semi-transparent skirt of the ballet dancer, and nothing else.
Captain Torrant immediately proposed that the young ladies should exhibit themselves in a state of nudity, all but slippers and silk stockings; but his friend, Lieutenant Archer, declared himself for a short, a very short skirt. There was a certain charm, the gallant officer averred, in taking up a girl's dress, however scant it might be, and perhaps he is right.
The prudent Mr. Bonham, agreed to leave the matter in the hands of his more experienced young friends, and fancied he had done quite right in doing so, when six very handsome girls were introduced; three being dressed, if their skirts can be described under such an appellation, according to Mr. Archer's idea, and the rest delighted Captain Torrant's ideas and eyes, with the exhibition of their beautiful forms, perfectly nude.
There was every variety too, tall and short, plump and slender, brunette and blonde vying with each other in the display of their ravishing limbs, buttocks, bosoms and private parts.
Our readers will probably be astonished at Mr. Bonham's apathy when he saw his daughter's accepted suitor, his future son-in-law, take one of the naked girls up in his arms, seat her on the edge of the table, open her thighs, and the lips of her cunt, and then, with her legs supported over his shoulders, begin to ram into her, as if the great object of his existence had been to shove his cock through her up to the roof of her mouth. Nor was Lieutenant Archer one whit behind his friend in taking advantage of the delights by which he was surrounded. True to his creed, he knelt down behind a tall, lithe, dark-haired balletdancer, and alternately kissed her milk-white rump and her well preserved and scrupulously clean orifice. Then placing her on her hands and knees on the floor, he dog-fucked her, to the intense admiration of Mr. Bonham, whose middle-aged prick began to glow and stiffen, as it had not done for many a year.
We can easily imagine that every movement of his person and every glance of his eye, was eagerly watched by the four disengaged girls.
At length a plump little one, a ballet dancer, impudent as little people are wont to be, came and perched herself upon his knee, and commenced kissing him with admiration, genuine admiration too, no doubt, for she had been told that he was rich, and was a jolly-looking bird enough. But one of the sisterhood was bolder still. She was a tall, brown-haired girl, good-looking enough, but not strikingly handsome as the other girls were. Perhaps on this account, her mossy sanctum had been less worshipped, and she felt the want of a few inches, or yards-as the case may be-of wholesome cock. Be this as it may, she knelt down before Mr. Bonham, and, no doubt; to the disgust of the little lady who had taken possession of his knee, deliberately opened the front of his trousers, and released his cock: stiff and swollen up to the bursting point, from its irksome confinement. Determined to carry out her idea successfully, she not only chafed the interesting stranger, but sucked him gently; this established her advantage over Maria, — the little girl on his knee-for the effect on the excited gentleman was such that he hastily called out: 'For God's sake, don't do that! or I shall spunk into your mouth!'
And arising from his seat, he kissed Maria, whispering: 'You next, my little pet!' and laid the tall brown-haired Emily on one of the purple, velvet-covered spring sofas.
Short-lived indeed was his joy. Emily held the lips of her mossy treasure open: at one single thrust he was in her up to the balls, two more shoves on his part, two upward heaves and a convulsive wriggle of the rump of the highly-accomplished Emily, and it was all over, for the time being, at any rate, and the highly respected Mr. Bonham, of Rutsden Lodge, lay with bare rump and soaking prick, exhausted in the arms of his lascivious enchantress, in the presence of eight much edified spectators, male and female.
CHAPTER 5
The two remaining girls and Mrs. Goater, the mistress of the establishment, were not entirely idle spectators of this delightful proceeding. They began to take advantage of the champagne and cold supper, oysters and other provocative delicacies, displayed on the side board; and while enjoying these, they passed laughing comments on the pretty tableaux, which were being performed around them.