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Part II
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About the Book
Anne is tired of being alone and lonely. When the Duke of Kelfield and his best friend Lord Ralph Ashford approach her one night at the stage door where she is the proverbial and literally fat lady who sings last. She is intrigued by their offer to become a mistress even with her larger frame. After one night in their company, she wants more. Until she is attacked outside her apartment one night leaving her battered and broken. She hides until the worse of her injuries have healed, afraid of being turned away from the men if she went to them. Upon seeing them, she is prepared for rejection only to find that they care more about her then about their relentless pursuit for pleasure. Will she have the courage to stand on stage again, or will the attack leave her unable to sing again?
Chapter One
“Everyone, great job tonight!” Screamed the director after Anne’s second show of the week.
Another show, another few dollars, she thought, changing out of her overly tight corset and overly appointed dress. Everything she wore was overdone and overly tight. Anne was the closing act at one of Drury Lane’s most famous theaters. The saying “It’s not over until the fat lady sings,” could describe Anne to a T. Of course, when she started she just thought she was just slightly more robust than other women, extra bosom here, some more curves there. Soon it became apparent to her that she was fat just like they said, and that no one would ever actually want her.
Having finished getting changed into a more modest walking gown, Anne walked out of the dressing room, taking a deep breath before making her way through the throng of well-wishers. Most were there for the stunning Ms. White or the vivacious Ms. Ravenswood (neither of which were their real names but their stage names) but every once in a while someone would come out of the woodwork for Ms. Anne Van Rae (she used her first name but not her last). Unfortunately, Anne had learned early on, after only two romps with potential suitors that a romp was all they ever wanted. They did not want to shower her with jewellery or make her their kept mistress, something she would be more willing to be. All they wanted was a moment to say they slept with that famous rotund singer. When they shoved her out of the hotel room bed early the next morning she realized she was good for nothing more than less than half an hour of their time and she cut all well-wishers off past the cordial greeting at the door. It’s not as if she got anything out of the experience. Just some sweaty guy on top of her from behind and a moment of fake pleasure. She had never felt the wild feeling described to her by the other singers who slept in many a bed without a care in the world and showered with whatever their heart desired. She truly did not believe that feeling existed, or that at least there was not a man who wanted her who could get the job done.
After saying goodbye to the greeters at the stage room door, Anne walked away with a sway to her step she did not feel, waiting until she was halfway home before dropping the façade. Drooping her shoulders, she walked to her lonely bed with no company of any kind. Not even a lady’s maid, to lift her spirits upon arrival, because she could not afford one.
Chapter Two
She spent the next morning wasting the hours until it was time to be back at the theatre again. She cooked something she could warm up that night, cleaned her tiny one room apartment as best she could with what little she had, and made a trip to the store to buy new silk stockings, her favorite French ones that caressed her leg like the lightest of arousing touches. One of the few luxuries she gave herself. It wasn’t as if anyone actually touched her leg to feel their silken softness.
At three Anne made her way back to the theatre, only a few minutes walk for her but much more comfortable in the daylight. At night, there were bars, and drunken men who would do anything they pleased to a woman of ill repute such as herself. Unfortunately, stage performers weren’t seen as more than prettier prostitutes. Upon making it to the door of the theatre, she knocked three times, let in by the intimidating but lovable Brute of the show, Theodore.
Despite his wicked ways on the stage, where he was forced to play one villain after another Teddy was just as his name suggested a total teddy bear and Anne’s favorite person here. They were like kindred spirits, her always being the mother or villainess type and him always being the brute. Too bad their friendship never went beyond backstage and into the home. Teddy was muscled and would have been a more likely candidate for her sexual happiness then the fools that she met at the stage door each night. She noticed Baron Edgecroft, out of the corner of her eye and cut down the hall to avoid him. She was never impressed or excited by his overly loud outfits or the fact that he walked with a mahogany cane. The man was thinner than a rail and she was sure he had tried opium on more than one occasion. Possibly regularly. Either way, she was sure he was only there for a quick romp, nothing that would satisfy her.
Anne ducked into her dressing room and began to prepare herself for the evening, losing herself in her pre-show rituals and the excitement of the night ahead. The show they were doing was one of her favorites, if only for the lovely aria she was able to close with. It was her favorite to sing using a wide range of vocals made it both fun and challenging. After the show, Anne prepared herself for the usual throng, but upon exiting the theatre she found not her usual following but two men. The men were devastatingly handsome and similar in look, as if they were brothers save for their eye color. Each had dark chocolate hair, a creme au lait complexion, and muscles subtly hidden under layers of clothing. Her five-foot stature dwarfed by these giant men made her feel small for the first time in her life.
“Hello, mademoiselle my name is Jake Rollingsford, Duke of Kelfield and this is my friend Lord Ralph Ashford. May we take just a few moments of your time?”
Instantly on the defense after so much time being the bud of others jokes, Anne bristled. “May I ask what this is about?”
“A proposition,” the younger Lord Ralph chimed in.
“And what kind of proposition would be acceptable among us?”
“That is precisely the wrong question to ask my lady,” Lord Ralph rebutted.
So this was to be an improper proposal, that just would not do. Without so much as a by your leave Anne gave them a curt nod, moving past them, heading home to her lonely one room apartment. Truthfully, she would trade this hovel for somewhere else if she could be a mistress, but she didn’t see that happening anytime soon.
Chapter Three
The next day Anne arrived at the theatre to find several dozen wildflowers and a calling card for the Duke of Kelfield. The men had sent her flowers. Something she had never gotten before. She softened at the thought that these men might be more sincere then the others even though they had not approached her before, but immediately pushed the thought away. Why would two friends pursue her at once with real intentions? They would not of course. She would just thank them for the flowers, telling them she was not interested in these games. Hopefully they would show up tonight so she could get this over with.
Show up they did, with more flowers than Anne had ever seen before.
“Just a moment of your time, and if you are not interested in what we have to offer we will part ways and you will never have to see us again, on my honor as a gentleman.”
She found it hard to believe that they would truly leave her alone but she was intrigued enough at this point to listen; she might even get something out of it. On that thought, she said, boldly, “You may take me to dinner and speak with me there. Then I will make a decision.”
She was wearing the wrong clothes for a dinner, dressed as she was in a sapphire blue walking gown, but Anne knew they wouldn’t dare take her anywhere they might run into polite society, so she doubted her inappropriate dress would even be noted. So much time had passed since she last dined out and even though they had settled in a small off street cafe, Anne felt as if she were royalty as the Duke pulled a chair out for her to sit in.
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The serving woman brought out the first course of nettle soup when they sat. They ate in silence at first, but then one of them spoke. “So we are asking you to be with both of us,” Ralph stated bluntly.
Anne’s brow furrowed as she thought about this, were they serious? Why were they asking her of all people? This must be some kind of farce . She thought as she finished her soup. Standing, she placed her napkin beside her now empty bowl, and looked at them. “I may not be as beautiful as the women who you usually partake in but I am beautiful in my own right and do not deserve to be mocked by you. Goodnight, Your Grace. Lord Ashford.”
“Ms. Van Rae, relax we are not picking on you. How could you even think that we would not believe you were beautiful?”
She was not the usual fare for mistresses. Sure, she could sing, and she saw a certain beauty in her body, but she never expected one, never mind two, men to be interested in her for her body. It had to be a ruse.
“Because I am not a mistress, I am a villainess in the opera. I am beautiful but not slender and not some debutante or widow.”
“That is precisely why we are interested,” Ralph said.
This surprised her, based on the normal fare around town Anne would have guessed that they preferred bones to curves and while that was their prerogative, it did give Anne a painful feeling in her gut to be completely out of their league. But if they were really not interested in that type, which Anne found unlikely, then she was willing to listen. She sat back down as the server brought the next course of quail in sauce to the table.
“It is true that we want you to be our mistress, but Ralph and I share everything, horses, and clubs included. Truthfully, we are best friends, and we do everything together. Ralph is a second son but that shouldn’t keep him out of the first state of fashion. Besides that, we just want to see if we find it more pleasurable to take two women together.”
“So you haven’t done this before?” she asked, shocked.
“Had mistresses yes, but shared mistresses? No. But we think it will work out,” Ralph said with a broad smile.
Anne did not know how to respond to that; they wanted her together? How was that even possible? The thought made her stomach cramp with nerves while her core began to wet at the idea of it all. She had never felt this way before, aroused as she was. Her well-wishers and so called ‘admirers’ had never sparked such feelings in her. The exhilarating shiver that ran through her forced her to focus back on dinner. She ate in silence for a few moments before looking up at the pair. “So would you like some port with the syllabub?” Ralph asked, throwing her off for a moment.
“Y-Yes, of course, thank you,” she said as the server cleared the last course from the table.
“Three ports with the lemon syllabub, miss,” Jake declared, leaning back in his chair.
“So if I do this, would I continue to live alone at my apartment?”
“No you would live in our mistress house, but there is no hurry on that.”
“So I could go with you now to try this out, what if I do not like being with two men?”
“Have you ever been in a ménage a trois situation before?”
“I have barely been in a ménage a dieux situation,” Anne joked, as the server sat her dessert and port in front of her.
“If you were unhappy after a trial period we could simply part ways, but we will have a contract after that. You would still have the ability to part ways with us, but it will be more complicated after that. Is that agreeable to you?” Jake asked, sipping his port.
“That works for me, thank you, and please call me Anne.” she remarked taking a bite of the creamy substance before setting the spoon to the side, she was too filled with anticipation to continue eating.
As if sensing her arousal, Ralph asked, “Should we get started then, Anne?” At their nods he, rose from the table without even sampling his dessert and walked out. A moment later, after Jake paid, the two of them followed. Climbing into their carriage, they drove off into the night, ready to see where this connection might lead.
Chapter Four
As Anne fell to the bed, having been tossed with ease by one of the His Grace, she thought they were gods among men, no man she had met, save Teddy could carry her with such ease and he certainly could not have thrown her as if she were nothing more than a sack of potatoes. These thoughts were instantly lost as Jake joined her on the bed. Lord Jake prowled his way up the bed like a cat, all sinewy muscles seen through his shirt. His snug waistcoat had accentuated the breadth of his shoulders and leanness of his waist and hips, but without it Anne could see that he was all muscle the sinewed brawn of each arm making her want to touch him.
Having never thought such scandalous thoughts but deciding that proprietary went out the window the moment she agreed Anne reached for Jake, using his arm to gently tug him closer. When he reached her face and leaned in for a kiss however, Anne turned away. Kissing felt far too intimate for what they were doing. Of course, Jake was in charge so he turned her into a kiss more searing than she had ever felt before. She clung to him for fear of floating away and could not help but think that if all kissing was as this she would be as eager as he seemed to be. Suddenly Ralph was there as well, working her dress in order to bare her overlarge breasts. Once done, Ralph lavished them in kisses before whispering, “These are perfect.”
Anne was in shock, no one had ever told her that before. While she thought about this Jake worked his way down her neck and to her opposite breast, sucking the nipple straight into his mouth and releasing it with a drawn out loud pop. “Absolutely,” he says in a hot breath directly on her nipple before moving back and feasting on her lips once again while Ralph took turns enjoying each of Anne’s breasts. Nipping, licking, and suckling each one in turn, each feeling causing a pulse between Anne’s legs right at her already soaked core.
Suddenly they pulled her up and looked at her, identical hungry smiles on their lips as they commanded her to stand. On shaking legs and with a ragged breath she stood. They grasped her hands and pulled her gently away from the bed so they could begin slowly peeling the clothes from her body. Within moments she was standing, naked and attempting to be unashamed between the two men, as they visually inspected her body with dark, heated eyes. “Turn,” His Grace instructed in a husky voice. “I wish to see all of you.” Turning in a circle, hoping they did not change their mind while at the same time unsure if she could go through with this. Just as the silence became unbearable, Ralph let out a long whistle and merely breathed the word, “Exquisite.” Then to the Duke he said, “You were right.”
“You were the one to see me first,” Anne asked nervously.
“Yes, I have been to your show several times. And new you would be the perfect woman for us.”
“Perfect?” How could he say that, she believed she was beautiful in her own way but perfect?
“Your skin is unblemished and smooth like warm cream; your breasts are big and pillowy with tight rosy buds perfect for sucking and playing with.” As if to prove his point, he filled his hands with her breasts causing Anne’s legs nearly to buckle. Anne knew in the moment that Jake’s sexy growl filled the room that she would do anything for these two men. They were sexier than any man to ever approach her, any man she had ever seen, and they were watching her as if she was a goddess making her feel truly desired for the first time in her life. Jake ran his thumb over the already tightened tip of her nipple and she gasped. He chuckled huskily and suddenly Ralph was cupping her breasts from behind, kneading roughly. Ralph rolled the sensitive nipples until Anne was squirming, all while Jake watched, his eyes ever darkening in lust. Ralph sucked her neck, marking her with his mouth in a series of love bites, causing a sinful bruise that she could not help but wonder if she would be able to cover for work when they were finished tonight. Anne shifted, loving every minute of his ministrations. Had they really known she would love this even before she did? She wanted them to take her, make her do all manner of dirty things that sh
e did not dare admit aloud. However, at this moment, she was theirs and she would do whatever they asked. Jake stood in front of her and cupped her mound, pressing with the heel of his palm against the fevered flesh of her pleasure center. She whimpered when he pushed against her sensitive skin, teasing her with his touch. “Let’s see how wet…” and then he slipped his index finger between her folds causing her to cry out and lean back against Ralph who was luckily still behind her. Otherwise, she might not have been able to continue standing. No one had made her feel this way before and he was barely touching her. She did not know how to act, not that she was capable of rational thought at this point. “You are so responsive,” Jake said, grinning like a child on Christmas. “You are practically dripping onto the carpet where we stand.”
This caused Anne to blush, even as Ralph whispered in her ear, “A good mistress is always ready for her man’s cock, you are doing so well sweetheart. I think it’s time to take this further. By the time this night is through you will know what it is like to have two men between your legs.”
Anne could not get past the thought of being with both men, the thought making her even wetter, causing Jake to chuckle and say, “Yeah, I think she’s okay with that.”
“The question is who will go first,” Ralph said.
“First born obviously,” Jake laughed, humorlessly. They shared a knowing look and smooth as one of choreographed dances on the stage Ralph stepped away and Jake lifted her and placed her on the edge of the bed. Ralph stepped up beside her and gently brushed his thumb over her lips before leaning in and kissing her.
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