That nettled me and I left in a temper; I was beginning to find Jean out.
I had no chance to speak to Restall during the first act but he glanced quizzically at me. Going to my room in the interval, the hall keeper said there was a Commissaire to see me. The man wore the livery of a London hotel, which surprised me.
'I've come from London to bring you this, Miss,' he said, 'I've 'ad a 'ard job to get a train. Got down in four hours without a stop. Lord, it did shake, only one coach! Special train. 'Is Highness telephones me 'ow no expense was to be spared, but you must 'ave it tonight. Will you give me a receipt, Miss?'
I gave him a receipt, and opened the parcel and found a velvet case which I opened. A collar of pearls, black and white intermixed and obviously of enormous value. The clasp was a medallion of blue enamel, heavily set with diamonds and inscribed in small but very white diamonds:
To N. H. in remembrance of her delightful performance
It was a magnificent present and the double entendre of the inscription pleased me.
Halfway through Act II, I changed to a prince's costume. With that I could wear the collar. The prince, Madame Kahn and a young man were in the box, and I longed to wear it. There was a general gasp of astonishment in the dressing room when I put it on.
'Wherever did you get that? Why, it must be worth thousands.'
I said an old admirer had sent it from London. As I was waiting in the wings for my cue, Restall bustled up to me. 'Well, dear,' he whispered, 'how did it go?'
I pointed to my collar and at that instant a shaft of light from the opposite side illuminated the beautiful jewels.
'Good God, child, it is worth a fortune; whatever did you do to him?'
'If I show you, will you take it as payment of a commission?'
'Rather. Tonight?'
'No, wait till Sunday night, when we are not tired,' and I pinched his thigh.
Presently a little note came from His Highness.
Dear Child:
The trifle becomes you well. I leave tonight for London. Send your permanent address to the Legation. We must not lose sight of each other.
When I next went on the stage, the box was empty. As the curtain fell, Restall stopped me. 'You mustn't take that thing home, child; it's dangerous. Meet me in the bar and we'll put it in the theatre safe till you are back in London.'
From Liverpool we were to cross to Doyglas, another sea voyage.
'Going to be a dirty night, I'm afraid,' said one of our comedians.
'Speak for yourself,' was the answer: 'I'm going to sleep alone.'
I did not get to bed but sat with one of the other girls in a corner of the saloon, concealed behind a curtain. On the other side were the men of the company, and gay and vulgar talk flashed between them.
This is one of the tales:
I knew a young man who got a roaring clap just three days before his wedding day. The doctor told him not to have connection with a woman for at least three weeks. What was he to do?
Well, when the happy pair eventually got to bed that night, the young man found that the girl was of a very hot nature and evidently expected something. So ducking his head, he applied his tongue to her clitoris and repeated his Paris triumphs in the licking off line, explaining to her that this alone was the famous nuptial act which her mother had led her to prepare for.
This continued for three weeks and the girl loved it, but at last the doctor pronounced her husband whole. With joy in his heart and a mighty horn at the root of his stomach, that worthy prepared to give her the coup de grace. But hardly had his swelling member won one inch within its proper chamber, when the girl leapt from him, exclaiming:
Now, then, none of your nasty 'French tricks!'
But to resume:
A surprise awaited us at Douglas. Letty Latouche, Jean and I had engaged rooms together as usual, but on landing in the morning, Jean was confronted with a telegram recalling him forthwith. His wife was seriously ill.
He went by return boat, an understudy was summoned and one young man, who had been unable to find rooms, begged for Jean's, and I by no means rejected him. I found the feet of clay on my idol Jean and I had a sneaking regard for this boy. Why not a lustful week with him?
Jimmy Kendall was his name. We were hard at it in the theatre all day, but I soon saw that Jimmy had made up his mind what was to happen. A sly kiss when I told him it was all right about the rooms, settled matters.
Supper that night seemed near ending. I was done and ready for bed in ten minutes, but Jimmy and Letty kept on talking-I'm sure she did it on purpose. At last the old hag of a landlady skulked into the room to ask if we wanted anything more. That gave me my cue for bed and I went.
Jimmy made a bold pretence of kissing me good night, whispering that he would not be long. I was out of my clothes like a flash of lightning, and I sponged my body with warm perfumed water and slipped into my nightdress and slid in between the sheets. I was in a glow of apprehension when I heard the door open to admit-Letty.
'Oh, it's you!' I said in plainly disgusted accents.
'He will be a few minutes, the old lady is talking to him and he can't rid himself of her. I thought I'd tell you.'
She sat on the bed and began fingering my arm. How much as I enjoyed a little illicit amusement with Letty before, I had no inclination now, and I told her so.
'Very well,' she said. 'Keep it all for him, my dearie, but you must realize my position. I've got no one and I feel as randy as hell, just play with me for a moment and I'll go.'
I had to do it. She got into bed with me and I frigged her till my hand was covered with spend and she nearly bit my tongue off with kisses. 'Now, dearest, I'll leave you to it,' and she kissed me adieu.
Jimmy was not long and when at last he did slip through the door, only a suit of silken pyjamas hid his body from me.
He crept into bed, we were both nervous and he gripped my burning body in his arms. For nearly five minutes his lips remained pressed to mine. It was five minutes of supreme delight. I could feel the iron profile of his cock against my stomach. As our lips unglued, his hands slipped down; he raised my night dress, dallied just a little over my legs, and touched me on the clitoris. I bit him on the neck in my mad delight.
'Quiet, dearest little Nemmy,' he whispered. 'I don't want to be killed.' Then he drew himself on top of me till our bare stomachs burned together, curled my legs over him and the game began.
It was a short but violent fuck. We must have nearly broken the bed and I wonder we didn't wake the whole terrace up. He nearly broke my back with the vigour of his grip.
He bundled me out of bed when it was over. 'Have you a syringe, darling,' he asked. He was pleased when I produced it, and helped me manipulate it, as he was a practiced man.
We each had a drink of whiskey before taking encores. We had a half hour's fondling, most delightful of love's ecstasies, the actual fuck is so fleeting. Our next seance was longer, he placed me on top of him. I felt no weight but I had to do all the work. Still, it was delicious. We spent heavily and lay prone.
'Get up, silly,' he said, but I was lazy. 'You must get up,' and he jerked me to my feet, held me upright, placed his finger in the mouth of my cunt and parted the lips wide. 'Let it come out,' he said, supporting me with an arm round my waist. 'I don't want you in the family way.'
A moment later, he put his finger all thickly smeared with my spendings and his own into his mouth and licked it clean with a gesture of contentment.
'You dirty beast!' I said, with a shudder.
'Look here, Nemmy, you're too damned sober,' was all his answer. He took the bottle and poured me out what looked like a terribly strong whiskey. 'Mop that up like a good girl, and don't find fault with me any more,' he said.
The spirits ran riot in my head and when he asked me to clean his member for him in the same way, it seemed nothing to run my tongue over it, slimy with spunk, draw it into my mouth and return it to him clean. In fact
