SOF

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  you so dowdy."

  A surge of relief flooded through Lily. She unfastened her coat and

  patted the brocade cushions of the sofa, bidding Freddie to join her.

  He sat down and pulled her into his arms, kissing her deeply and

  hungrily until she gasped for air.

  "That's my girl. Passion personified. Now – to the cellar!"

  Taking her hand, Freddie touched a gilt-edged panel on the drawing

  room wall and opened a small door.

  "Mind your head."

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  They stepped into a narrow passageway and the door closed behind

  them. The atmosphere was warm and humid. It took Lily a few

  moments for her eyes to adjust to the gloom and she blinked. Freddie

  began to lead her along the claustrophobic corridor which seemed to

  be little more than a mere airspace between walls.

  "Surely all your clients don't enter this way?"

  Freddie squeezed Lily's hand.

  "My clients enter all ways, Lily, dear! Seriously though, this is my

  secret escape route. The main entrance is to the rear of the house, a

  cunning little approach neatly lined with tall shrubs. Gentlemen may

  come and go spied only by the birds perched on the chimney pots."

  "How very clever. And your girls? Where do they come from?"

  "Oh, I've poached a few from the finer establishments, as you can

  imagine. They like it here. It's easy work for the most part. Here we

  are."

  Pushing open a second door, they stepped out of the dark passage

  and into a small office. Beyond the little room lay what resembled an

  elaborately stylized Middle Eastern harem. Lily was delighted.

  "It's wonderful, Freddie! And what gorgeous girls."

  Biting her lip, she realized that she would not be the star of Freddie

  Bathurst's little show. In fact, she faced some serious competition

  from an array of very different but all exceptionally lovely young

  girls.

  "I'll show you around."

  The low-ceilinged room was artfully draped with rich vibrant silk

  in deep shades of crimson and purple. There was a central low

  platform, covered with thick mossy velvet, on which sat a large

  brocade ottoman. A beautiful naked girl lay on the ottoman, writhing

  sinuously, her incredible mass of auburn hair cascading over the edge

  of the platform. Freddie whispered in Lily's ear.

  "That's Mimi, my prize concubine. With her looks, she has the

  easiest job of all."

  The room was thick with the scent of spicy perfume and cigar

  smoke and lit only by a series of Arab-style lamps swinging on chains

  from the shrouded ceiling. The overall effect was sultry, sensuous,

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  mesmerizing. Mimi turned over languorously and began to squirm

  her lithe hips against the golden cushions of the ottoman. Her

  perfectly shaped creamy buttocks flexed and relaxed in an intensely

  arousing, hypnotic rhythm. She resembled a horizontal belly dancer.

  Lily found that she was very wet between her thighs.

  "My, she is a find, Freddie. She could make anyone come in their

  underclothes!"

  Freddie slipped an arm about Lily's waist and whistled softly.

  "Nice waistline, my dear! I'm sure we could find you a niche of

  your own. Now, here is Genevieve, my little French girl from gay

  Paree via Lambeth."

  Lily nodded at Genevieve, a tiny dark-skinned girl with exciting

  breasts which were quite small but extremely pert with long suckable

  nipples. Genevieve wore a heavy leather dog collar and Lily noticed

  that a collection of leashes were draped over a nearby table. An older

  man she half recognized sprawled in a chair, smoking a fat cigar and

  considering his options for tethering his slut.

  I've missed this life so much!

  Lily was surprised at how much she enjoyed wandering around the

  club, admiring the girls and greeting familiar faces. Her sojourn at

  Akenhead Hall had been a good thing if it had shown her true place in

  life. She enjoyed the easy flow of society in places of "ill repute". It

  was as if all the rigid social barriers came down for a few precious

  hours when a peer of the realm could make merry with a common

  whore. Oddly, there was no pretence, beyond the superficial artifice

  of powder and paint.

  "You can start tonight, if you wish, my dear," murmured Freddie,

  watching closely as Lily's gaze rested on a voluptuous blonde. "You'd

  make a rather nice pair with Sophie. Would you perform a Sapphic

  act or two? That pays very handsomely."

  Lily's eyes moved from Sophie's plump gartered thighs, past her

  tightly corseted waist to her enormous breasts.

  "Oh, I think I could manage that, Freddie. I want to help some

  friends, you see, not just myself. The more money I can make, the

  better."

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  Freddie smiled. "Of course. Well, we shall see about gilding the

  Lily then! A luscious duet straight from the isle of Lesbos tonight at

  ten will gain you a purse full of shiny coins. What do you think of

  Sophie? Have you ever seen a bosom like it?"

  Lily shook her head. "No, I haven't. They are like melons!"

  Freddie's hand caressed her bottom through her layers of clothes. "I

  know you won't let me down, my dear. This is going to be so much

  fun."

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  CHAPTER XII

  A DUET WITH SOPHIE

  "And now gentlemen, please pay close attention for I have a most

  particular entertainment for your delectation. I give you the divine

  Miss Sophie and Miss Lily, our newest luscious concubine!"

  Lily blinked as heavily perfumed smoke wafted around the velvet-

  draped platform. Freddie had exchanged the golden ottoman for a

  tiger skin rug and vases filled with smoking incense surrounded the

  little stage. Sophie lounged on the rug, naked but for her corset and

  stockings. She looked up at Lily with a challenging gaze, steady and

  full of controlled desire. Slowly she ran the tip of her tongue over her

  heavily rouged lips, leaving them wet and scarlet. Lily knelt beside

  her and reached out to caress Sophie's mountainous breasts. Sophie

  moaned and arched her spine, pushing her bosom up and out,

  enhancing the already gargantuan effect. The men whistled and

  clapped. Someone shouted for Lily to suck Sophie's nipples and

  slowly, teasingly, she lowered her mouth to the blonde's breasts.

  Already her pussy was slick with arousal and she went down on all

  fours, parting her thighs so the men could see her naked dripping cunt.

  Like Sophie, she wore nothing but a corset and stockings and her hair

  curled wildly down her back, loose and untrammeled.

  "Mm, magnificent tits!" she murmured to Sophie, placing the flat of

  her tongue against the girl's smooth musk-scented flesh and

  massaging the huge fleshy pink nipples which swiftly sprang to

  attention.

  "Thank you, my dear." Sophie raised a languid arm and played with

  Lily's hair, twisting several thick dark strands around her plump

  fingers. A shiver of pleasure ran down Lily's spine leaving a crop of

  goose pimples. Her clitoris was swollen to bursting point and she

  noted that Sophie's cun
t was as wet as her own. The men called out,

  telling the two girls to kiss. Sophie parted her fleshy red lips and

  stuck out her tongue, wriggling it lasciviously and Lily kissed her,

  drawing the other girl's tongue into her mouth and sucking on it. With

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  one hand she fondled Sophie's breasts, savoring their sheer size and

  weight. Her other hand strayed to the girl's pussy. The crowd roared.

  "Lick her cunny!"

  Sophie's cunt was plump like the rest of her body, extremely wet

  and inflamed with desire. Lily's fingers traced the swollen labia

  teasingly, careful to let the audience see what she was doing. Her

  own naked breasts felt full and heavy as they rested on Sophie's,

  nipple to nipple. Lily squirmed, pushing her buttocks up and

  spreading her thighs yet wider. She felt on the verge of coming as she

  moved down and dipped her head to Sophie's perfumed cunt. The

  blonde smelled of sex and Houbigant scent. Lily licked her bursting

  clit and she cried out, quite genuinely.

  "Oh yes!"

  Delighted, the crowd went wild, clapping and stamping. Lily took

  the little bud into her mouth and sucked on it and Sophie squealed and

  Lily felt her orgasm pulse in little waves. Her own climax came hard

  on its heels, making her shudder and groan. She covered Sophie's

  body with her own and kissed the blonde passionately, insinuating her

  pussy-flavored tongue into the other girl's open, willing mouth. Her

  hips ground against Sophie's in a frantic fucking motion and they both

  cried out, almost oblivious to the cheering men. A sudden dominant

  urge coursed through her and she longed to conquer the lush writhing

  blonde.

  I'm going to take you!

  Lily straddled Sophie, grasped her wrists and held them above her

  head, mesmerized by the enormous breasts jiggling in circles beneath

  her. All the time her pussy kept up a strong, thrusting rhythm against

  the other girl's crotch and they both cried out again.

  "Fuck her, Miss Lily!"

  "Show no mercy!"

  She was going to come again. They were both going to come

  again. Lily's hips thrust steadily, sharply, increasing in pace, segueing

  from a trot to a canter to a gallop. The men were delirious, whooping

  and cheering. Sophie was screaming in ecstasy. Her accent changed

  as she totally lost control, revealing her Bermondsey upbringing.

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  "Oh Christ, Lily! Oh fuck! Fuck!"

  Lily saw stars. Her clit exploded for a second time and she

  collapsed upon the sobbing blonde's pneumatic breasts, gasping in

  exertion and shuddering with aftershocks. A few moments passed and

  there was thunderous applause followed by Freddie Bathurst's quiet

  voice in her ear.

  "My dear, you're going to make our fortune."

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  "Here's to a magnificent opening night!"

  Lily clinked glasses with Lawrence and Rosina. Freddie had paid

  her so handsomely that she had treated her friends to supper at a

  restaurant, complete with a bottle of champagne.

  "Ooh, the bubbles are going up my nose! I've never had

  champagne before."

  Lily smiled at Rosina, her heart warmed by the uncomplicated

  pleasure of the merry girl who tipped back her bubbly as if it were

  mere lemonade.

  "There will be more to come, I promise, Rosina. Sophie has

  offered to let me stay with her at her rooms in Bloomsbury until we

  can find our own little studio."

  "Well, that's a relief. I'll be glad to see you settled somewhere

  safe," said Lawrence, gazing reflectively into his glass. When he

  looked up his dark eyes looked a little sad. "I must, alas, return to my

  own house for the moment. Rest assured, I will miss both my girls."

  He slipped an arm around Rosina's tiny waist and extended his free

  hand to Lily. She took it and he raised her fingers to his mouth and

  kissed each one softly. "You must take care of yourself, Lily. Rosina

  has her family but you have no one."

  "I'll be all right, Lawrence. I always am, you know." A twinge of

  self-pity plucked at Lily's stomach and she raised her glass again,

  determined to chase it away.

  "To our glorious future!"

  Lawrence picked up his glass. "To Miss Lily LaFleur!"

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  "Yes – to dearest Lily!" Rosina giggled and burped softly.

  Suddenly remembering something important, she rummaged in her

  little bag and retrieved a small piece of paper.

  "Oops! Now, when you are ready, Lily, send a note to this address.

  This is where Lawrence writes to me, as he can't send anything to my

  home address in case mother or father find out what we're doing.

  Keep it safe."

  Lily took the scrap of paper and carefully placed it in her own bag.

  "Thank you. And you have my address in Bloomsbury, care of

  Miss Sophie Le Coq. Now, I fear I must leave you both, as it's very

  late and I must have my beauty sleep!" Lily drained the last drops of

  champagne from her glass and stood up, feeling slightly giddy.

  "I'll find you a cab, Lily." Lawrence escorted her out of the

  restaurant and waved at an approaching hansom cab. A fleeting

  nameless fear clutched at Lily's heart. As she stepped up into the dark

  leather-scented box she turned to touch Lawrence's cheek.

  "Will we ever see one another again, Mr. Faulkner?"

  "Of course we will. Now, keep safe, Lily Warnock. Gower Street,

  driver."

  The cab drove off and Lily looked back at the shadowy, receding

  figure of Lawrence Faulkner that stood watching the cab until it

  vanished from his sight. She settled back against the seat and

  suddenly realized that she was quite exhausted.

  I'll feel better when I can loosen these stays!

  Lily's thoughts turned to the hectic events of the past few days.

  Lawrence and his tight-lacing fetish; sweet Rosina's bouncing breasts

  and dancing chestnut ringlets; voluptuous Sophie Le Coq whose keen

  interest in having Lily stay as a boarder was far from innocent... It

  was all a world away from sombre Akenhead Hall, which now seemed

  as unreal and distant as a half-forgotten nightmare. Lily closed her

  eyes and pictured Sophie's incredible breasts. She was wholly

  unaware of the second hansom cab that followed at a distance, its

  heavily cloaked and hooded driver noting the route to Gower Street.

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  CHAPTER XIII

  MISS LE COQ ENTERTAINS

  "That's so much better, Lily, darling. You looked such a frump in

  that dowdy costume!"

  Lily stood before a gilt-framed cheval mirror in Sophie Le Coq's

  boudoir. Everything in the room seemed to have been touched with

  gold – the gilded wooden posts of the elaborate four poster bed, the

  lavish brocade of the heavy, tasseled curtains and even the two finches

  in a fanciful cage. Lily admired her reflection, enjoying the comely

  apparition in the svelte deep blue gown whose tiny waist only served

  to accentuate her full bosom and curving hips. She watched Sophie's

  plump white fingers in the glass, as they stroked the heavy silk,

  tracing the contours of her lovely figure.


  "Now all I want as payment is a kiss, my dear", whispered Sophie

  and her warm moist breath caressed Lily's ear. Lily turned and

  pressed her lips against the blonde's full ripe mouth, enjoying the

  feeling of her silk-framed décolletage pressing against Sophie's

  magnificent breasts. They had spent the night together in the vast

  opulent bed, dozing fitfully and waking again and again to pleasure

  each other in ways only two consummate whores knew how. Lily's

  pussy felt quite tender after hours of Sophie's eager attentions but she

  felt wonderfully relaxed. That was the problem with men. They

  usually only tended to their own immediate needs.

  "Thank you, Sophie. I will repay you properly as soon as I've made

  enough at the Snake Pit."

  Sophie shrugged and playfully kissed Lily on the nose.

  "I don't mind, my love, really I don't. A bit of female company will

  do me very nicely. I get bored here waiting around for Charlie."

  "Charlie" was Sir Charles Dunn-Keith, an extremely wealthy

  gentleman who kept Sophie as his mistress. He was married with a

  large brood of children. He had spotted Sophie at Freddie Bathurst's

  club and decided that she must be his, although he allowed her to

  perform at the Snake Pit once or twice a week with the strict

  instruction that no other man must lay a finger on her. Lily listened to

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  Sophie chatter on, her voice a fascinating blend of upper crust

  affectation and her south of the Thames roots.

  "I hope Charlie won't object to me being here, Sophie. I don't want

  to cause any trouble."

  Sophie shook her head and her heavy golden ringlets glittered in the

  bright winter sunlight streaming through the window.

  "He won't mind. Did any man ever object to an extra girl about the

  place? So long as you keep mum about our little arrangement and

  that's taken for granted, isn't it, my love?"

  "Of course. I used to see quite a bit of Lord Thorburn at Mrs.

  Jakes' place."

  Sophie sighed theatrically.

  "Oh yes, poor old Henry Thorburn. I hear he died on the job, Lily!

  'E just loved us bad girls, the naughty old buffer."

  Sophie's accent degenerated to total Bermondsey and she cackled