An old story reprised.

preeminence All characters are entirely ficticious and my apologies of any home or party names have inadvertently been used


My Lady 's declivity, the butler Tale.


I was idly cleaning some silverware. The sun was shining through the draught elbow room windowpane. The lawns stretched away towards the lake with its island and folly while a gardener snipped ineffectually away at the lawn edges. It was an ordinary summer day.

Mr Harrison my Lord 's stock agent and adviser arrived just after luncheon, he asked no take to see my lady with the level best urgency.

'' But sir, my madam is resting, '' I explained, knowing she was most probable with one police lieutenant Carruthers her latest dalliance.

I went to seek her, I went upstairs to her room and knocked decorously, and then as one does I listened intently.

'' Oh yes, '' she was gasping, `` Oh that 's sooo good, do n't give up. ``

'' There 's somebody knocking, '' a man 's vox hissed.

'' Mr President William Henry Harrison wishes an audience my lady, '' I explained through the closed door.

'' Then have him wear a funny wig and come along at the Adelphi ! '' the man joked.

'' Rebel, '' my lady whispered, `` expect its Gerald 's banker, I had better go, '' and she shouted `` Just a consequence ! ''

Amazingly quickly my lady appeared at the door, a sight of gold curls and vermillion chiffon, spoiled only by smeared lip rouge.

'' My Lady, '' I explained, `` Your lip peg ? ``

'' Oh, '' she said, `` Do n't be so damned impertinent ! '' but she still looked in the mirror and repaired the legal injury with a napkin.

'' unspoiled blighter, mums the Bible ? '' Carruthers said as he followed her from the room while smoothing his cricket Garden State down and taking his billfold from his white cricket trouser he tucked a ten shilling government note in my top sack, `` See myself out, vertebral column way. '' and he slipped away, the very epitome of a sofa lizard, or should that be lounge snake.

I left him to his deceit and deception, no doubt the regiment thought he was elsewhere, perhaps he was at cricket and had himself bowled out to part with half an hour for cuckolding but perhaps his enormous ego would not allow him to appear less than a window pane at the crease but he was certainly most wretched of my madam 's affections.

My lady swept downstairs, `` Mister Harrison, what a pleasant surprise ! '' she simpered.

'' I fear not Lady Saltcoats, '' he said, `` Can we talk privately ? ``

'' The bailiwick is available my lady, '' I suggested.

'' He means sodomize off Holdford ! '' my Lady hissed.

'' Alford my noblewoman, '' I corrected, `` Certainly my peeress. ``

'' Go on then ! '' she hissed and she ushered me away.

I went to the kitchen, I sat on my stool, Mrs nosepiece the Captain Cook stood at the cesspool, `` difficulty Mr Alford ? '' she asked.

I looked at her, heavy breasted, round shouldered and old before her time, `` None of our occupation Mrs bridge circuit, '' I said using the courtesy rubric of Mrs despite the fact she had never married and was likely a virgin, with little vista of losing that distinction.

'' If you say so sir ! '' she said sarcastically.

I let it go and then suddenly my peeress shouted `` No ! ``

I stood and rushed to the study and toss out the threshold wide. My lady was aghast, but stood yards from Harrison, `` No, it can not be so ! '' she cried.

'' What have you done sir ? '' I demanded, `` My gentlewoman is overwrought ! ``

'' Not I, '' he said, `` I accept no blame. ``

'' For what ? '' I asked.

'' Lord Saltcoats has been declared bankrupt, '' Harrison explained, `` telephone receiver have been appointed, my lord has seven calendar years to vacate these premise, meanwhile all bank accounts are frozen. ``

'' What do you mean ? '' I demanded.

'' Household accounts, all that sort of matter, '' he explained, `` It 's the livestock market, and reinsurance, richly finance, you would n't read. ``

I should have hit him for his insult, but how was he to roll in the hay my true up fictional character ? Instead I congratulated myself on blending so subtly into the fabric of the state house.

'' There will be some residue surely, the John Griffith Chaney residence ? '' I asked.

'' Mortgaged, '' he said, `` And remortgaged, liabilities vastly exceed the plus. ``

'' Then why let this bump ! '' I queried.

'' None of your business, '' he said, `` But I had no thought, none at all, I merely carry off his Lordship 's investment portfolio, of course we made heavy departure, but no more than anyone else, LE than many, it 's not my fault he started meddling in insurance, none at all ! ``

'' What does it mean, where will we go ! '' my lady demanded.

The telephone rang, in an automatic reflex response I went to the entering hall to answer it.

'' Rainsford House, Lord Saltcoats residence, '' I answered automatically.

'' Alford, is that Alford ? '' someone demanded.

'' Indeed, '' I agreed.

'' rightfield look its Ted Griggs here, '' he said, `` His lordship 's British capital chauffeur, I got some bad news program. ''

'' Indeed ? '' I queried.

'' Look tell Mrs bridgework that nobleman Saltcoats, has disappeared, '' he said.

'' Disappeared, no he 's gone bankrupt. '' I said.

'' Well I dropped him off at Victoria around ten o'clock this morning and they said to go base when I got back, I reckon he legged it to France on the build de Whore, '' he meant the Golden Arrow gearing, `` What do you think of bankrupt ? '' he demanded, `` Oh damn, I ai n't got no more pennies tell Mrs Bridges, '' he said after the telephone pinged and suddenly it went dead Brrrrrrr.

'' It seems his lordship has left left us, '' I said as I returned.

'' Only decent thing, '' Harrison agreed, `` Gun or noose ? ``

'' The train ferry to France ! '' I corrected.

'' Oh the total shit ! '' my peeress cried.

'' Indeed my lady, '' I agreed and I slipped away.

Generally private use of his lordship 's telephone was grounds for instant dismissal but I no longer cared, and throwing caution to the fart I booked a call to my bank in Liverpool where they were keeping my `` crime syndicate silver medal, '' in their safety device deposit.

'' Alford ! '' my noblewoman protested when she saw me at the telephone when I should bear shown Mr Benjamin Harrison out, but I ignored her.

She flew at me afterwards, `` How daring you ! '' she said, `` Collect your things you are dismissed forthwith ! ``

'' And how shall you pay me what you owe ? '' I demanded, `` You can not. ``

'' I can dismiss you with nothing ! '' she said, `` No requital, no reference, no fiber ! ``

'' Indeed ? '' I queried, `` Well perhaps you can pay me. ``

'' No ! take your thing and go ! '' she said.

'' Perhaps you could pay me the way you pay Lieutenant Carruthers and a few more I might mention ! '' I suggested.

'' No, Rape ! '' she wailed and she rushed towards her room.

I followed, I caught her at the threshold and pushed her inside pausing only to abscond the door.

'' No ! '' she said, `` Well at least let me untie the hooks, this cost an absolute fortune. ``
'' Of course, '' I said, `` allow for me. ``

She sat on the bed as I unfastened her dress, `` Be heedful, '' she pleaded and then she stood and it fell around her feet.

Her well rounded boob bulged over her red stays, her red knee pants enclosed by the gallus straps, and she stood up and laid the clothes carefully on the dresser.

'' That 's right, '' she said and she screamed, `` Rape, '' again several times.

'' Ot would appear the US cavalry is otherwise engaged my lady, '' I observed as I removed my highly brush up nigrify shoes to discover well worn Black wind sleeve with protruding big toes, which I hurriedly removed, `` Department of Energy lieutenant Carruthers take away his shirt and under shirt madam ? '' I asked.

'' No, though it is none of your line, '' she declared, `` colza ! '' she shouted again.

I removed my crownwork and shirt front, slipped the cardboard collar off and removed my undershirt.

'' Good lord, '' she gulped, `` Alford, '' and then I unbuttoned my tent-fly and removed pant and underpants in a bingle motion.

'' God, you are delight to see me are n't you ! '' she exclaimed as she gazed at my humanness as it strained, `` Right, '' she said as she snapped her suspenders away from her stockings and pushed her knickers down before kicking them off her feet.

'' Rape, '' she shouted again and then, `` Oh well, you wo n't anguish me will you, and there are some Johnny Reb 's in the dressing table.

'' They spoil the present moment my lady, '' I explained, `` I shall mount you as the good lord intended. ``

It was nearly a week since my final stage nighttime off, spent with two buxom whores in the town a wearisome ten hanker international nautical mile away by bicycle, and my need was with child, and her protests were piffling but tokens.

'' Do n't hurt me, '' she asked again as I gripped her waist as I planted my human knee firmly between hers and blindly aimed my humanness at her.

'' Hey, '' she said, `` Not there, let me, '' and she guided my straining manhood between her unseen cunt lip and took me to heaven.

'' Do something then, '' she insisted.

'' What ? '' I asked as I luxuriated in the feeling of her moist bitch gripping me.

'' I do n't know, but it 's not very exciting for me. '' she declared.

I thrust against her, `` just ? '' I asked.

'' lots ! '' she said, `` And again, that 's better, '' she said, `` Oh you 're so big, '' she said, `` fucking me, you 're going to prison for this so delight yourself ! ``

I started to retrieve of her as a whore, a beautiful golden haired gamy course of instruction whore, and then I remembered the smeared lip rouge and I determined to sample her mouth as well and I dipped my brim to fondle hers.

Her tongue emerged instantly, running around my teeth, my judgment exploded and so did my cock saccade and pumping and flooding her parts, and as our sass parted she was gasping and murmuration, `` Oh my god, '' she said and then we stilled.

'' Alford, '' she said, `` What are we going to do ? ``,

'' What ? '' I asked.

'' If we 're bankrupt '' she said, `` What are we going to do ? ``

'' What is this `` We'suddenly ? '' I asked.

'' Well, what is it to be Alford, rape or 'we', '' she asked quite reasonably.

'' We, '' I said, `` My lady. ``

`` I expect Gerald has, '' she said quietly, `` He wo n't face ruin, he knows I only require his money, I never loved him. ``

'' And the dashing police lieutenant ? '' I enquired.

'' He makes me feel serious, '' she said, `` But then to be honest, so do you. ''

She stretched, `` So what is it to be, a nice frigidity cell or me ? ``

'' What a option, may I have a moment to reckon my lady ? '' I asked.

'' Get dressed, we have coming into court to wield, '' she insisted and she went to dress again.

I too dressed and made my way downstairs, there was a hubbub of voices in the kitchen, I went in, `` Mr Alford, or is it My Jehovah. '' Binks the head gardener challenged.

'' Mr Binks, '' I replied, `` What troubles you ? ``

'' You and her ladyship, '' he said.

'' She 's finished, '' I said, `` We 're finished, his lordship 's bankrupt, the bailiffs are coming so I 'm leaving. ``

'' And ladyship, '' Mrs Bridges asked.

'' Do n't ask me, '' I insisted.

'' She 's leaving with Mr Alford, '' her ladyship said as she came to suffer behind me, `` Tonight. ``

I had no intention of leaving so soon yet there was footling point in remaining, `` We need to talk, '' I explained.

'' We 'll get a hotel room, '' she suggested, `` Do you tug ? ``

'' Yes, '' I agreed.

'' Then we 'll take the scroll, '' she insisted, `` The shooting brake ! ``

We left that same eventide, her baggage stowed in every spare space it that huge crudely overbodied travesty of a luxury car so full that she had to sit beside me, and we made our way north.

'' What will you do ? '' I asked.

'' What do you evoke ? '' she replied.

'' wellspring I doubt cooking or cleaning is to your taste, '' I suggested, `` Whore, tart, courtesan ? ``

'' Yes, '' she agreed, `` I have some money, perhaps we could get a room ? ``

'' Perhaps, but for now, '' I suggested, `` Lady Alford and her Chauffeur ? ``

'' Separate beds ? '' she asked, `` I 'll call you Alan ! ``

'' One for sleeping and one for work ! '' I joked.

I could n't confide her, I never really intended for her to go a whore but could not risk telling her the truth, maybe I should have, but I didn't.

You see three years before my father had made agreement for me to work in the United States of America, to learn about the American arrangement of banking which seemed so greatly superscript to ours, and while there the bang-up clangoring of 1929 erupted through the whole economic system.
I was working at a sensitive sizing urban center bank as a sort of assistant coach, and I was right there when the run came, and when it came it all seemed to materialise all at once.

Ordinary people, regular folks waited in a line right down the street and you did n't need to be a whiz to work out we had not even a tenth of the money those citizenry thought they had in their write up to pay them. We started paying out in the dayspring and by noon the bank vault was empty, except that is an innocent cardboard box of big value nib which somehow found their way in my locker, for good keeping you understand.

Ted Adams foreman bank clerk and Jim McFadden the manager came down the camber hall all glum faced, `` Shut the threshold Jim, '' McFadden said to the guard, `` We 're gone broke. ``

That triggered a near riot, I slipped out the back way with my box and in all the confusion I swapped my twenty seven Buick for the janitor 's wheel and coating and I rode off down the street on that bicycle with about a half million dollars in that cardboard box balanced on the cross bar.

I went to the apartment I rented, told Mrs Rafferty the concierge I was leaving and I headed north westward towards New York City on the evening train.

So what do you do when you have half a million dollars of someone else 's hard cash ? Why get a job of course.

Except the human beings and his Brother was looking for a job, so I bought some furniture, put my box in a sideboard, had it crated and arranged lading to England on the RMS Mauretania and I sailed home 2nd class.
I had my crate put in computer storage and looked for a job, told dad I was still in the states, changed my name to Alford and forged some character and worked in Liverpool until I fancied some country air and her ladyship took me on as Butler.

She knew my references were forged, she thought she could sack me any meter and that would keep me in seam and block me telling her married man about her lovers.

But now I had half a million dollars to spend, without being noticed.

We found a squeamish little flat, it was over a betting store in the Harrow road, the estate agent had C of empty properties, we could take our pick.

She had savings, we pawned some of her jewellery, we painted the apartment, bought seam article of furniture, I had my stuff and nonsense from Liverpool sent over and we worked like a veridical team.

Then when we were all make to open I told her my programme, `` Look, '' I said one evening after a particularly long and gruelling session in bed.

'' I know, Mr flopsy is tired, he needs a buss, '' she said as she bent to kiss my softened penis.

'' My lady, you do n't need to sleep with anyone, except me, '' I explained, '' I have about half a million dollars to launder, you just say an freaky American paid you in dollars. ``

'' But Alan, '' she said, `` We agreed, we did all the work, we were going to get a maid, start minuscule, construct up, two or three gentlemen a night to begin with. ``

'' We can just use it as a natural covering, '' I explained.

'' But you promised two or three men a day, '' she said angrily, `` You promised ! ``

'' But surely you do n't want ? '' I asked.

'' And you do n't seriously think you satisfy me do you ? '' she asked, `` With Mr floppy disk always needing a suck to sound off scratch him, for heavens sake ! ``

'' You want to be a prostitute ? '' I said incredulously.

'' Yes with you there to protect me, '' she said, `` I expect I could do a gentleman in forty minutes and a servant in ten. ``

'' At the Lapplander prison term ? '' I queried, `` One up the back enactment ? ``

'' Possibly, '' she said, `` But you did the sums, even with a few daylight a calendar month when we need a viewpoint in we will make a killing ! ``

'' But what about us ? '' I asked.

'' Oh, you still get your turn, '' she said, `` But really, seriously, '' she said, `` I need more. ``

We heard zero of overlord Saltcoats and so it was that we opened `` The Lady 's Boudoir '' one eve in September 1932.

The name was stencilled on the doorway beside the betting shop an inside the door we had a booth where the receptionist Lillia sat guarding the bottom of the steps and then I would greet the gentlemen, take their hat and glove and stand in attendance in typesetter's case they needed assistance with dressing and always maintain circumspection and moderation.

It sickened me, every day she lay in bed from mid break of day money box after midnight while a succession of men used her, `` Good day sir may I take your hat ? '' I would ask and get a disdainful glare in return as gloves were thrown in the hat and the hat handed to me.

We reached agreement for the betting shop to be our waiting room, every day there was my lady, answering to any name under the sun, play acting the sweet warmness, branch astride, pussy glistening. teats distended, bathed in swither like as not and then dragging some half defenseless man minus pant and underpants but like as not retaining socks and sock brace to her as she grasped his rampant member to aim it within her or blow it to life or mop up.

Hairy asses bobbling as they pounded her, clip after fourth dimension, week after hebdomad, month after month until every troy ounce of compassion I had for her was footing to nothing by the friction of genitalia upon crotch.

I rented a house for us in Middlesborough patio so we could get away from her work, but she was always too tire so I had the other bedchamber converted to another work room, denude floors and a simple mattress.

They paid supernumerary for the simple mattress, the more soiled it got the better they liked it because it stopped being gentlemen and instead it was anyone who won a bet on the horses.

They all wanted to have it away a fine lady on a soiled mattress.

'' Maybe you would prefer standing against a bulwark in the ginnel ? '' I asked in a second of reckless sarcasm.

'' And how much duplicate would that be ? '' the chap asked quite seriously.

'' two-baser, '' I said flippantly.

'' Then I 'll give that ! '' he agreed.

She used the courtyard, the ginnel was too public and she wore a yoke of sprocket and a servants duster, sometimes we had three men waiting while a fourth fucked her standing against the wall.

Sometimes Lillia pretended to be the Lady, if she remembered to keep her mouth shut, when not clamped around a client 's appendage that is, she was fine, except it made too very much employment for me keeping an eye on two whores, taking money and everything.

One nighttime a Irishman asked me to fuck him up the ass while he fucked Lillia. I declined, but it gave me an melodic theme, `` So where do you get you 're ass fucked ? '' I asked.

He told me, I out an advertisement in the window and got ten enquiry in two hours.

I gave Harry the job, he liked nothing better than wearing a annulus with cypher under it, usually he wore a kilt but his geordie accent betrayed him and he relished the approximation of ramming his meat up valet 's backsides while they shafted our whores.

He seemed entirely open so I left him to it, and gradually did LE and less clock time at the Boudoir and he became more or less the manager while I planned my future move.

I went to Jack London and became delayed with my personal matters and came north again to insure on my lady.

She was not there, `` man want kind sir, I got some new girls in, '' Harry explained.

'' But she was the totally reason ! '' I pleaded, `` Where is she ? ``

'' Blowed if I know sir, '' he said, `` I just thought she were a whore, sir. I never thought she was your particular whore. ``

I went out to seek her, I asked around until I heard of someone living in a hut by the railway and earning a freshness from plate stratum and the like.

I had to rule her and bought a bowler hat and gabardine coat like a railway functionary and marched down to the rail yards.

There was no sign of her, but then a favorable slash, `` You going for a jar Tam ? '' someone asked a driver as his faulting ended.

'' Och so I will, after I poke the lady, '' was his reply.

I followed, he went to the engineman 's barracks, where the long distance men lodged before returning house, and there I found her naked but for a coating undetermined at the strawman sitting on an engine man 's storage locker hearing to the taradiddle of engines.

'' Enginemen only sir, '' the assistant said politely but firmly.

'' I came to see her, '' I said and pointed, `` How are you ? ``

'' Well, '' she said and she smiled, `` Were you worried ? '' she asked.

'' Yes, you were not at the mansion, '' I explained.

'' That Harry was beastly, '' she said, `` He wanted to charge more, but I just want sex. ``

'' And now ? '' I asked.

'' They are lovely, all these lonely men to console, '' she said, `` They make me find wanted. ''

I looked at her, her blonde hair seemed to be silvering, her skin once like alabaster now weatherbeaten, `` I 'll keep an business relationship for your money, you know where to determine me, '' I explained, `` Oh Geoffrey turned up, '' I added, `` He 's working as a Gigolo in four-card monte Carlo, maybe you two were made for each other after all. ``

'' Maybe, '' she admitted but the Scotsman had her in his coal dusted arms and his blackness hands ran through her hair and his black lips brushed her ruby sassing and it was more than I could stomach to see.

I hid my tear and left her even as she gasped in favourable reception as her Scots lover took her to heaven once more .