would be at my disposition on request.
I was tired out; I had hardly slept the previous night, yet such was my excitement that I did not feel sleepy and preferred to gossip with Hester for an hour in my room. I had a hundred questions to ask. I wanted to know about the nice-looking, gentlemanly Mr. Hayden, and learned that he was one of Hester's regular and most favored friends.
He had been much interested in me, and Hester had unselfishly confided to him that I might reservedly be at his disposition on some later occasion, to which he had gallantly responded that in such an event he would insist on having the two of us together. How good Hester was, I thought, to be willing to share this nice man with me and maybe risk my supplanting her in his affections. He had appealed to me greatly, and there had been several others whom I would not have been averse to doing something with.
“You made a tremendous sensation, darling,” said Hester. “You could have a dozen room-calls. I heard what everybody said. But Lafronde is right. The other girls would have been ready to scratch your eyes out. There's nothing makes them so mad as to have a new girl take their regulars away from them. Did you notice that fellow who went with me? He comes here every three or four nights. I guess every girl here has had him, but now he always takes me. He's got lots of money and. he's kind of nice, but, gee, he never has a hard-on and it takes about half an hour of work to give him a stand. Sometimes I even have to put the buzzer on him, but tonight, oh, baby, it was as stiff as a poker. I jollied him about it and told him I bet it was thinking about you instead of me. 'My word,' he said, 'you're a deucedly clevah mind reader. That little tart did have a most extraordinary effect on me. Wonder what the chawnces would be to secure her company for an hour or two? I think that's all bally rot about her virginal estate, don't you know!' I told him to talk to Madame Lafronde and maybe it could be arranged. That's two of my regulars that have fallen for you already, but I'm not jealous. You can have Bumpy if you want him. It takes too long to make his cock stand up.”
I laughed.
“What did you mean, putting the buzzer on him?”
“The juice, the electric massage machine.”
“Electric massage machine?”
“Yes, electric massage machine. Don't you know what an electric massage machine is?”
“Of course I do. They use them for facials. But how… what…?”
“Facials! Oh, baby, you don't know the half. Wait… you're tired out… I'll fix your bath water for you and after you're bathed I'll give you a massage that will make you sleep like an infant.”
Hester ran into the bathroom and turned on the water. Then she went to her room and came back with an entrancing little pink silk nightgown, face cream, perfume, and a large leather-covered box.
While I lay splashing lazily in the tub, soaking in the pleasant warmth of the foamy, scented water, she laid out the nightgowns and opened the box to show the apparatus it contained and which was, in effect, an electric vibratory massage machine fitted with a long cord for attachment to an electricity outlet. There were several assorted pieces in the box and from these Hester selected one fitted with rubber lips which turned out in the form of a small cup.
When I had gotten out of the tub and dried myself I lay down naked on the bed. Hester dipped her fingers in the jar of cream and passed them lightly over my face, neck, breasts and limbs.
I thought suddenly of the peculiar aspect the shaving had given me in a certain place and flipped a corner of the sheet over it. Without a word Hester flipped it back and her hands were between my thighs, softly spreading the cold cream over them and down my legs.
“You're awful good to go to so much trouble for me, Hester,” I murmured.
“It's nothing. You can do as much for me sometime,” she replied.
When she had finished anointing my body she connected the massage machine. It began to hum and the next instant the rubber cup was buzzing over my forehead, cheeks and neck. My flesh thrilled to the refreshing stimulation and I lay still, enjoying it to the full. Gradually the rubber moved down over my chest, between my breasts, then up over one of them right on the nipple. I came out of my languid rest with a bound. That bubbling, vibrating cup over the nipple of my breast was awakening sensations quite remote to those of mere physical refreshment.
Both my nipples stiffened up, the sensitive area around them puffed out and radiations of sexual excitation began to flow through my body. Laughing hysterically, I sat up and pushed the tantalizing device away.
“Be still, will you? Lie back down!” expostulated Hester, giving me a shove which tumbled me back over the pillow.
“But, Hester! That thing… its positively distracting! Don't put it on my bubbles again… I can't stand it!”
Hester smiled.
“You'll think its distracting before I finish with you. Keep quiet or you'll wake the girls in the next room.”
Down over my stomach, in widening circles, around and around, and then back and forth moved the diabolical apparatus guided by Hester's hand. I had a premonition now of what was coming, and as it slowly but surely crept downward until it reached the upper part of the rounded elevation of my cunny, I clenched my fists and held my breath.
No sooner was it close enough to impart its infernal vibration to my clitoris than tremors of sexual agitation began to shake my body. It was simply irresistible; I could not have forestalled its action by any conceivable exercise of willpower.
But I did not try. The fulminating intensity of the sensations which now had me in their grip nullified any will or desire to thwart them. I threw my head back, closed my eyes, and surrendered supinely. My legs parted shamelessly beneath the insinuating pressure of Hester's fingers, and the humming, buzzing cup slid between them. Up and down it moved, three, four, maybe half a dozen times, pressing lightly against the flesh.
My organism, wrought up to the final pitch of excitation and unable to withstand the infernal provocation longer, yielded, and in a second I was gasping in the throes of sexual ecstasy.
When I recovered my breath, and in part my composure, I exclaimed:
“Hester! You… you… I could murder you! Fooling me with that thing!”
“Make you sleep good, honey, and keep you from having naughty dreams,” she answered complacently, and she disconnected the device and restored it to its container.
“Does that work on men like that, too?”
“Yes; we use it on them sometimes to give them a stand when they either can't get one or are too slow.”
“Well,” I commented, “I'll say it gave me a stand I wasn't expecting.”
She giggled, tucked the covers around me, kissed me on the cheek, and turned out the lights.
“Sleep tight, honey. I'll wake you in the afternoon.”
She departed, leaving me alone to drowsily review the stupendous transition which twenty-four hours had wrought in my life. Last night, a hard, narrow cot in the drab and comfortless ward of a reformatory. Tonight, the soft luxury of a beautiful bed with the seductive caress of silk and fine linen about my body and all around me the material evidences of a life of ease, gaiety, and luxury. Gradually my thoughts became hazy and I drifted off into a pleasant, dreamless slumber from which I did not awaken until nine or ten hours later.
CHAPTER SIX
A week slipped by quickly, each night a pleasant repetition, without any notable variations, of the one I have described. This was time enough to assure Madame Lafronde that the experiment was a success. The continued approval with which my seminude appearance was received by patrons, together with certain other indications, was proof that I really constituted an attraction which was imparting a new popularity to the resort.
But it was not Madame Lafronde's intention to limit my activities to exhibitional purposes. She was already being importuned by gentlemen whose interest in me was not to be resigned to mere optical satisfaction and the subtle old procuress was but biding the time necessary for these gentlemen's inflamed fancies to get the best of their financial perspectives. I was being reserved for the sensual delectation of a half-dozen or so of her most exacting and best-paying customers. To the rest, including the general run of parlor guests, I was to remain only a
