I let myself get drunk-I thought it better, the champagne was really good, and by the time supper was over, I was ready for anything. Our liqueurs finished, I suppose Lewis thought the critical moment had arrived. He had been in a state of passion ever since he had been with me, passion which was greatly increasing when he was seeing me with my hat off-my hair always had a bad effect on men.
I was excited, but I judged it better to be a little coy and I remained passive while his hands travelled up my legs. He prolonged the pleasure for himself, dallied over the bare strip of flesh over the stockings, and fumbled with the drawers before his fingers came to the fountain head.
I said not a word as he pulled my legs apart and straddled me across him, feeling me with both hands. Suddenly I felt his fingers undoing his trousers. In another minute I felt the hot penis tip rubbing against the saturated hairs of my pussy. In another moment he was into me like a knife.
Lewis was done in half a dozen strokes and was off me, standing up and panting, his penis still discharging little jets of semen.
'Get up, girl,' he cried, and catching one of my hands he jerked me into an upright position. I could feel the stuff streaming in a sticky mass down my legs.
'Why get up,' I said weakly.
'Why? Do you think I want you in the family way? I want you to be a great actress,' and he made me cough and cough again till I assured him that I retained not a drop of his outpourings.
Then we rested and drank, and smoked. He made me undress and stand naked in front of him. I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror, standing stark naked against the wallpaper and a pretty picture I made there. I kissed my hands to the duplicate in the glass, and then flung myself again on the sofa, legs sprawled open wide, a prey to the most lustful imaginings.
Lewis pawed my body without ceasing. His fleshy plaything regained its former robust condition and again threatened me. His every breath gave me new lustful feelings. I wanted spectators there to view my indecency.
All the time I said nothing. I had just let my body be a facile instrument for Lewis to play on, but when for the second time he mounted me, I found tongue. It was really the first time in my life that I had been properly drunk and bad words flowed from my lips. I remember exhorting him to fuck me! FUCK ME! And then almost fainted as once more the consummation arrived.
He carried me to my room, a dainty little chamber. I lay dead beat on the bed, while he continued undressing. I noticed he swallowed some sort of pill in his whiskey and soda and then he was on top of me again.
This time it was a far more serious business, in fact quite a long and tiring fuck for me; I felt I should never come, and he was experiencing much the same sensation, but still it was very amusing. Across the picture sheet of my brain flashed the images of all the men I had slept with, and one or two I had not had at all, but would have liked to. The delight was ecstatic. I can only remember the final spasm, as I imagined one of our handsome comedians in my arms, and I am sure the name Lewis breathed when he spent was not Nemesis.
The sun's rays woke me in the morning-to find myself alone. In my subsequent relations with Lewis, I discovered that he very seldom let me see him in the morning until he had dressed and shaved.
Presently the housekeeper entered with a nice breakfast and we became friendly over a brandy and soda. She told me in answer to a question that Lewis had brought hundreds of girls to the house. I gathered that Lewis had the carnal run of pretty well known actresses.
It gave her quite a shock, she told me, when he brought home a young lady who played a devout Christian part in a famous religious play, and to hear her in the morning. 'Which 'er language it were that awful!' she vouchsafed to me. ''Er a goin' through her lines with a cross in her hands, and calling me a bold bitch an 'our afterwards!'
From the remarks she let slip, I gathered that she had herself served her apprenticeship and had pretty high old times.
Certainly she had no cause to complain against the treatment of the world, for her billet with Lewis was a very comfortable one. There were two other women servants beside herself and a boy in buttons. The two girls were uncommonly good looking. I made enquiries as to whether they also filled the functions of occasional mistresses, but was informed that though the master's friends sometimes made use of these pretty handmaidens, the master himself never did so.
Lewis turned up early for lunch, seemingly pleased with himself, at any rate, after a capital lunch, he took advantage of his position and had me over the end of the sofa.
He was not very expeditious and while his penis was still tunnelling within me, conversed on theatrical affairs. I gathered that I was destined to be the star of his next production.
'You are to have marvellous costumes, my dear, one of them a full-tights dress, cut very low at the neck, is the most voluptuous thing-' but the thought of what I should look like, was too much for him, I suppose, and I felt the hot jets of his final effort within me.
CHAPTER V
Lewis was thoroughly businesslike with me. He was to keep me comfortably and well, and give me all the pocket money in reason. When the next play was produced, I was to draw a good salary in addition. Then I was to have a couple of rooms elsewhere, so that no one should know of our liaison.
Time jogged on comfortably. Lewis was rather exigent, but he did me very well. He was an amusing companion, versed to the finger tips in every art of vice. I was an apt pupil. It was always assumed when guests arrived that I was also a guest-the daughter of an old friend, who is to be a big success on the stage.
One week Lewis was summoned hastily to Paris and I was very much alone. I was a great deal tempted to go out and chance meeting Annesley or Walker Bird, but thought it better to renew these acquaintances when I was playing a part.
They were dull days, partly taken up by singing lessons, but I began to yearn for a man of some kind. I had even thought of the page boy in that category.
On the seventh day it was particularly lonely, the housekeeper was away for the day and night and Lewis was still in Paris.
I undressed and lay in bed reading a book which seemed rather dull. I rang the bell for the maid to bring me a whiskey and soda.
'Come in!' I cried in answer to a knock, and not bothering to turn my head. I heard the door open, light footsteps and then-goodness gracious, there was the page boy!
There he stood, scarcely concealing a smile at my nakedness, and said: 'Well, Madame,' with a cheeky grin.
'How dare you come!' I ejaculated.
'There is no one else in, you remember, you gave Thomson the evening off.'
Then did I remember and blushed all over as I recollected what very much exposed charms the little imp was gazing at. I bundled him off to get the whiskey and things and got myself covered in bed.
He was soon back and took an unnecessarily long time about the business of putting a tumbler by the bedside, etc.
I suppose it was my loneliness that made me do it out for lack of anything else to talk about, I began to question him about his life. He had been in some Godless places it appeared. Gardener's boy in a smart tart's country house, at least I gathered she was a tart from his naive confession that she had a lot of husbands, and while he was talking I suddenly perceived that the cheeky little wretch was sitting on edge of the bed and feeling my toes through the bedclothes. I pretended not to notice it.
He was just fifteen he told me, and when I asked it he had ever had a sweetheart, he straightway gave the maid Thomson away and named her. In fact, I got out of him, by the time he had summoned up courage to advance his hand to my knee, that he was in the habit of sleeping with her.
It's no use disguising the fact any longer- from the moment the boy touched my foot and I saw he was a very pretty boy, I had determined to gratify my lust with him.
Never before had it occurred to me that a little boy could be so nice; I had never been anxious for such a trial