Copper

by Vanessa Devereaux

  “Then I think I should accompany you to your appointments for a while until we see if he tries to follow you or threaten you in any way.”

  “You wish to watch me service my clients?”

  He blushed, and for some strange reason, I found it refreshing He coughed once again and pulled on the front of his pants. It was at that moment I decided at some point I would seduce him into fucking me.

  “That is not what I meant,” he said.

  I did not like the idea of being escorted in case my clients were concerned about their anonymity, but at the same time I liked the idea of having him around and getting to know him better.

  “Very well, Detective Hargreeves, you may accompany me to Mayfair.”

  “Please call me Mark.”

  “Mark it is.”

  Chapter Three

  Mark, as he was now known to me, held the hansom cab door open as I stepped out upon our arrival at Mayfair.

  “This will not be a long visit as the gentleman is impotent.”

  “Why would an impotent man require a woman, let alone pay for one?” asked Mark.

  “There are other ways to pleasure a woman. Besides, his ego is soothed when he hears my cries of pure bliss during our time together.” He blushed again. “You can wait in the drawing room. I am sure the servants will give you tea too.”

  Unlike Sir Michael, Lord Cedric wanted his servants to know he was visited by such a woman as myself, if only to throw them off the track about him having a limp dick. I rang the doorbell, and the maid opened the door and smiled.

  “Miss Emma, his lordship wondered what had happened to you.”

  “A slight delay today. I will go up to his study and put his mind at ease. This is Detective Hargreeves, who is escorting me to my appointments. Perhaps he can wait in the study?”

  “A detective…yes, please do follow me,” said the girl.

  I headed quickly up the stairs, going along to his lordship’s study. I knocked on the door.

  “Enter.”

  I stepped inside to see Lord Cedric already naked and sitting in the chair by the fire, reading. Despite the fact he was impotent and could never penetrate me, he still insisted on being naked during our session.

  He stood and walked toward me, the limp object bouncing from thigh to thigh. “My dear Emma, I was most worried when you did not show up at our usual time.”

  I never revealed one client’s name to another so I could not go into detail as to what had happened to me earlier that day.

  “The hansom cab took its time.”

  “Well, you are here and that is the main thing.”

  I undressed as he sat back down. One thing he had always loved was seeing me take off my clothes. He rubbed his hands together once I was naked.

  “I am sure your body grows more beautiful each time I see it. Come and sit yourself down in your usual spot.”

  I sat in the leather chair with the upright arms, pushed my ass back and then put my legs over each arm.

  Lord Cedric pulled up his chair in front of me. “And I do believe this pussy of yours grows more delightful too.”

  He spread my labia before edging forward, lifting his limp cock and using it to circle my entrance.

  “Would it not be wonderful if one day this thing grew rock hard and I could be inside you?”

  “I look forward to such a day,” I said.

  He let go of his cock and pressed his finger inside me, tickling my walls until I wiggled on my chair.

  “Such a tight and ticklish pussy.”

  I edged closer, knowing his routine and what he would do next. He pushed another finger inside me and thrust them in and out.

  “That is it, relax and enjoy, let me hear your excitement.”

  I held the side of the chair and closed my eyes. I groaned, part as an act to stroke his ego, the other half because he was in fact bringing me pleasure.

  I opened my eyes, covered my breasts and then ran my fingertips over the nipples, because Lord Cedric always insisted I touch myself while he played with my pussy. He plunged his fingers deeper, catching me by surprise and making me cry out as my orgasm took over my body.

  Lord Cedric removed his fingers and then kneeled on the ground for his second act of our meeting. He placed his hands on both my inner thighs, leaned toward my crotch and flicked his tongue around my opening. He had grown a beard since I had first became his client so this had become more pleasurable for me as his whiskers rubbed my folds and clit.

  I groaned as his tongue speared my pussy, in and out and then lapping at me like a cat with a saucer of cream.

  “Lord Cedric, you are a talented man,” I said, once again stroking his ego, but knowing soon he would bring about another orgasm for me.

  I bucked against his mouth, allowing his tongue to go deeper. “Oh my.”

  More ego stroking, but then he flicked his tongue across my clit and back down into my pussy, making my thighs shake. I grabbed the chair’s arms, enjoying my sweet release while thinking of the handsome detective downstairs waiting for me.

  That thought brought about another orgasm as I shook and juices seeped down my thighs.

  “My dear girl, you are in a highly excited state today,” said Lord Cedric.

  “You are exceptionally clever today, your lordship.”

  He stood and walked over to the table where he opened a drawer and then pulled out my money.

  “You know how to make a man feel special,” he said, handing me the notes, which I placed into my bag before I dressed.

  “Same time next week, and I have ordered some toys for us to experiment with,” he said, tapping the side of his nose.

  “And it is not even Christmas yet,” I said, winking.

  He blew me a kiss and then left. I finished getting dressed and then hurried downstairs to find Mark sitting by the fire in the library, drinking tea.

  He looked at me. “I take it your business is done.”

  “Yes, and just one more appointment today.”

  He stood, put the tea cup down and followed me to the door. I knew he had something to say, but did not know me well enough to ask it yet.

  We hailed a hansom cab.

  “112 Charing Cross Road,” I told the driver.

  “And this next gentleman?” asked Mark as we got inside.

  “Is a business man who I cannot name.”

  “I was not going to ask.”

  The traffic was light, and we arrived sooner than I had thought. “You will have to wait in the servants’ area,” I told him.

  “I will be reading my paper, but call me if you are in need of anything.”

  “I will certainly do that.”

  I hurried up the stairs to the office at the back of the second floor. Simon Presnell waited for me at his desk. He was a man of little words, and liked to be in total control.

  I walked over to him and sat on the edge of the desk. He lifted my skirt and quickly felt along my thigh, edging close to my crotch.

  “Have you been good?”

  I shook my head. I stood, removed my underwear and allowed it to fall to the floor.

  “You know what a bad girl needs to do,” he said.

  I lifted my skirts and leaned over his deck, exposing my bare bottom to him. He took out a ruler from his desk and then slapped my left buttock before standing and unbuttoning his pants. His cock pushed inside me. He does not last long, usually six thrusts and then finds his release. He was one of my clients who fitted into the never-gives-me-an-orgasm category. That day was no different, and we were done with our business within fifteen minutes. He slipped the money between my ass cheeks and then left.

  I reached behind me to retrieve the notes and then quickly put my knickers back on before dropping my skirt and thinking the man I really wanted to fuck me sat downstairs with the servants of the house.

  Chapter Four

  “I would feel a lot happier if you would allow me to watch over you at your home too.”

  Mark’s
announcement surprised me. “You do not think whoever this person is, is really going to come after me, do you?” I had not thought about Sir Michael’s killer wishing me harm until now.

  “He does not know you did not see him. Blindfolds are not foolproof.”

  “Do you not have a family who will miss seeing you?”

  He hesitated in responding, but then turned to look at me. “I lost my wife and our unborn child two years ago. So no, no one is going to miss me.”

  “I am sorry.”

  I put my hand on his knee as the hansom cab rocked along Wensworth Street as we came closer to my home. He looked down at the floor. I squeezed his thigh, causing him to look up at me again.

  “I know what it is like to be all alone in the world,” I told him.

  Sometimes I lie about myself to my clients, hoping the mistruths will soothe their souls and make them feel better. I had not known Mark long, but he already had a way of making me want to tell him the truth. Perhaps that was what all coppers did.

  I had been an orphan since I was two, raised by an aunt until I was nine and then when she was too frail to look after me, I was placed in a children’s home. At fourteen, I finally found work with a lady who I had grown to love like my own flesh and blood, but then she died too.

  Mark was lonely and perhaps that was the reason he thought doing his job and doing it well would ease the pain.

  “If you insist on being my protector then who am I to argue.”

  The hansom cab pulled up outside a small house where I rented the upper floor. I paid the driver and then proceeded up the steps to the front door, pulling out my key before turning the lock.

  “I live on the second floor,” I told Mark.

  He followed behind me. I turned a few times to see him looking around the hallway. Tonight the smell of stew filled the area, making my stomach rumble and reminding me because of Sir Michael’s murder I had not eaten since this morning.

  “Who lives on the ground floor?” he asked.

  “An older couple, who I hardly ever see.”

  “And you never bring your work here?”

  “As I told you, I am not that sort of an escort, and the men I service would not be seen in the area.” I opened the door to my rooms and then quickly lit some candles. “Make yourself at home. I should tell you that I only have one bedroom and one bed.” And I would like for you to be in it.

  “I have slept on couches and the floor before. All part of the job of a copper.”

  I took off my coat and hung it on the peg by the door. Mark did the same.

  “This place is better than my own. I assume your line of work pays more than that of a policeman.”

  “I know you do not approve of what I do.”

  “Did I say that?”

  “No, but you have implied it more than once.”

  “So, Emma Snow, why do you give your body to men for money?”

  “Two reasons.”

  “I am listening,” he said, sitting on the couch.

  “One, it is a way for an uneducated girl like myself to make a living, and two, I am a woman who actually likes sex.”

  He blushed again, the red spreading from his neck upward.

  “Is it really so shocking for a woman to enjoy pleasure? Or are you one of those gents who think it should be only your privilege when you take a woman to your bed?”

  “You could find a man, find a husband, and he could give you all the pleasure you need.”

  “I tried that, and he ran off and left me. Oh, and here is another reason I work this job. I have a son to support. He is in a home, and I do this so I can save up enough money for him to have a proper one and a life. One day, maybe one day, I will be able to avoid being a whore.”

  Before I could stop myself, I burst into tears. It had been forever since I had done that. Something about this man thinking badly of me had made me cry.

  He stood, rushed over to me and hugged me, running his arms up and down my back. I embraced him too, knowing what my job never gave me. Sex and pleasure, but never being held by a man who actually thought anything of me. That was what I wanted and craved.

  Mark’s erection pressed into my belly. It excited me and made me wetter than any of the other men I had been with that day. There was something about him, his smell, his touch, and the fact that he wanted to watch over me.

  As if he had guessed where this might lead, and what was on my mind, he pulled away and quickly ran his hands through his hair.

  “I am sorry. That was not very professional of me.”

  “It was not supposed to be. You were being kind and a gentleman.”

  He sat on the chair.

  “Can I get you tea and a sandwich?” I asked.

  “That would be wonderful. I am suddenly hungry.”

  “I will just change out of my clothes and then we will eat.”

  I walked into my bedroom and then took off my dress and set it on the bed. I stripped off my underwear and laid it on the chair. I walked to my closet and pulled out my dressing gown before I wrapped it around my body.

  I headed back out to the living room. Mark read one of the books I had on my desk. Although I had not had a formal education, I had always found enjoyment in books, and had learned to read all by myself when I had been five.

  He looked up, smiled and got back to the novel. I made us tea and cheese sandwiches, then sat on the couch next to him, handing him the plate containing the food along with a teacup.

  “How long have you been doing this?”

  “I assume you are referring to my line of work and not making tea and sandwiches?”

  He nodded.

  “Two years.”

  He took a bite of the sandwich. “There has to be some other way for you to keep yourself and to provide for your boy.”

  “If you can come up with something, please tell me.”

  “And the men? Are they always gentle or do they get rough?”

  “Some are very sweet, like Lord Cedric, who I visited this afternoon. He enjoys touching and tasting my pussy.”

  Mark almost choked on his sandwich.

  “Sorry, maybe I am being too blunt, but I guessed you wanted to know everything.” I took a bite of my sandwich.

  “And the rough ones?”

  “Not really rough, but they know what they want.”

  “And you always feel safe?”

  “I am cautious. I will not be blindfolded, tied up or have sex with more than one man at a time if the client is new to me.”

  “Two men at a time.” He blushed again.

  “Have you not ever wanted to visit a woman like me? I mean, how are your needs taken care of now that you are a widower?”

  “I do just fine, thank you. And if you do not mind, I am going to finish reading this book and then turn in for the night.” He handed me the cup and plate. “That was very nice, thank you.”

  I stood, thinking I would retire to my room and pleasure myself while I fantasized about him.

  Chapter Five

  I had thought about him all night. I wanted him, but I doubted he would want a woman who made her living by having sex with other men. I washed myself in the tiny bathroom when he walked in.

  I turned, not covering my body because I was not ashamed. I had actually wanted to strip and show him what I could offer him the minute he had stepped into my house.

  He looked at me from head to toe, blushing as usual. “I am sorry. I should have knocked.”

  “No apology needed.” I walked toward him, grabbing his hand and setting his palm on my breast. I molded his fingers over it, forcing him to squeeze.

  He closed his eyes and his Adam’s apple bobbled up and down twice. I moved his hand around, making sure it glided over my nipple, hoping he felt it turn hard.

  Mark suddenly pulled away. “Sorry, I should not have done that.” He rushed out of the bathroom, but I did not go after him. In time he would come to enjoy my body.

  * * * *

  My firs
t client of the day was actually the medical doctor who checked on my health and well-being. We had come to an arrangement that he would do monthly exams on me, free of charge, if he could incorporate them as part of his time with me.

  I went straight to the screen in his office, walked behind it and took my clothes off. The door opened.

  “Good morning, Emma.”

  “Morning, doc.”

  I hung my dress on the peg by the screen and then took off my underwear. By the time I headed out from behind it, the doc stood by the examining table, waiting for me.

  “Chilly start to the day,” he said.

  He held out his hand and offered it to me. I took it, and he helped me get up onto the table. I dangled my legs over the edge as he pushed my hair to one side and checked my ears. Next he looked into my eyes.

  “Open your mouth and say ah.”

  I don’t know why, but that always made me laugh.

  “Everything looks good,” he said. He took the stethoscope and listened to my heart and lungs. “You seem to be in excellent health. Lots of colds going around so wrap up warm.”

  I spun my legs around and laid flat on the table, putting my head on the pillow.

  He ran his hands over my breasts. “Feel fine as always, so soft and lovely.”

  Doc pressed on my belly and then ran his hand over my pubic hair. This was where his appointment with me truly began.

  I opened the buttons on his pants and pushed my hand inside. His erection strained against the material. I grabbed his shaft and rubbed up and down.

  “Your hands are cold,” he said.

  “Sorry, doc.”

  “I am not complaining. I think I should check out your pussy.”

  I removed my hand from his pants, knowing he was hard enough for what would come soon. I raised my legs and let him place my feet on the edges of his table. He snapped on his gloves and then ran his fingers over my folds before spreading my pussy lips. The doc placed one hand on my belly while slipping two fingers inside me. He tickled my pussy walls before finger fucking me.

  I thought of Mark and wondered what it would feel like if he were doing this to me. I raised my hips, allowing the doc’s fingers to delve deeper. I ran my hands along the leather on the examining table, positive I was coming quickly because of the image I saw of Mark and not the doctor. I screamed, quivering on the table.