by Shirl Anders
“I could try to trick a name from my brother,” Caprice said. “I am certain he knows a name and I know that I could do it without him realizing.”
“A name is paramount,” Affinity agreed.
“And we can use, Able, my butler and all about man, to deliver messages. You all know how loyal he is to me, since my parents died sso long ago,” Brevity said.
“If we send a forthright note stating clearly what we desire, in addition to the promise of a hefty fee if she agrees, that could do it,” Affinity said, looking around for agreement from all, which she received. “Well then, Lady Rogues, this shall be our first daring adventure.”
Chapter Seven
“I had my faithful, Able, deliver the mess-sage to, Madam Vivian DeJonge, just as we all agreed. I know, Able, must have wondered, but you all know how loyal he is-s to me,” Brevity said, to the three young ladies sitting nervously in her sitting room.
Affinity barely heard Brevity’s ever present lisping, it was so normal to her now. It was frightfully sad that the other ladies of London society, the younger and pompous ones especially, could not be so compassionate. Their ridicule of Brevity for her lisps and pixie like stature was a binding reason she was a member of their secretly conceived group the Lady Rogues. Brevity’s lisp, Caprice’s plump weight, and Diversity’s statuesque tallness were the beginnings of a long list that seemed to portray them as outcasts in this year or any year of the London season.
But we are not having it, Affinity reminded herself firmly. They were the Lady Rogues now and with that adventurous and bold name attached, they would outwit all of them. Between them, they’d decided to treat Madam DeJonge with respect and equality, even to treat her a tad grandly. It could not hurt to start out on the high road as none of them had a clue how to treat a Madam, who was the procuress of ladies for the sole purpose of gentlemen’s pleasure and fornication.
And just the word fornication sent shivers down Affinity’s spine . . . all because she’d held a stout and hot fornication rod in her hand. And she vowed she would do so again!
So the formal tea was set before them as she and her friends nervously awaited the promised arrival of Madam DeJonge into Brevity’s luxuriant front parlor. At times Brevity’s parentless state and hefty wealth was an advantage. Although, all her friends knew that Brevity would trade all the money she inherited simply to have her parents by her side or even one kindly relative at her young age.
Suddenly, all their heads came up at the sound of a carriage arriving outside. This was it then, Affinity thought, brushing nonexistent wrinkles out of the peacock-blue morning gown that she wore. It had been decided that she should be the principal spokesperson as she was the unofficial leader and the one with the most eminent need of knowledge. So she rose, smiling brightly at her friends and she went to the front door to take up the unusual position of greeting an expected guest. Able and all the other servants had been ordered away on lengthy tasks this afternoon.
The knocker sounded firmly and quick with no hesitations, so Affinity forced herself to react similarly. She placed a welcoming half-smile on her lips, and she tugged open the door decisively. Her smile immediately fell into disconcertion as she gazed upon a man and not a woman standing before her. He was tall and more dark-complected than anyone she’d happened upon before. His brown eyes were at once seductive and held a depth that when combined with his handsome features were totally compelling and exotic.
“Senorita Hope?”
Spanish? His dialect was saturated with Latin accents and the pieces of his longer black-tinged hair, curling on the ends, and his features fell into place.
“Yes?” Affinity answered to the false name she’d used in the missives to Madam DeJonge.
“My mistress, requests funding, before she enters, my lady.”
Your mistress? Was he a prostitute? Did they have male lovers of . . . who? Women? Men?
“Your mistress is, Madam DeJonge?” Affinity asked, watching him nod with his sensualistic brown eyes gazing into her very soul it seemed. “Ah . . . yes.” She turned her head, trying to catch her thoughts, as she said, “Brevity, bring the packet please.”
Affinity thought that being paid first seemed logical, however, it did not seem intelligent to simply hand the entire packet of money promised over to this man and a waiting carriage beyond. When Brevity approached, the Spanish courier’s eyes turned directly to her and Affinity heard Brevity’s catch of breath. Affinity did not blame Brevity, because the Spaniard was a man that women had to adore looking upon. Affinity quickly took the packet from Brevity, but before she handed it to Madam DeJonge’s handsome-Spanish-courier-possible-male-prostitute, she quickly opened the packet and removed roughly half of the contents.
“Tell, your mistress, that we offer her half in good faith, and to please come in and join us for tea,” Affinity said firmly.
The handsome Spaniard took the money, with a respectful half-bow, and then both she and Brevity watched his tall and well-made form stride back to the waiting carriage. His physical form was one to sigh upon, it was lean and muscular, yet not so well turned as Law’s, Affinity decided.
“A man?” both Diversity and Caprice exclaimed from their position standing at the entrance to the parlor.
Brevity turned to them nodding, as she conspiratorially whispered, “But, the madam, is-s with him, waiting in the carriage-,”
“Here she comes,” Affinity said quickly as she watched a somber dressed and completely veiled figure alight from the carriage. “At least she appears discreet,” Affinity added hopefully.
“S-Should I wait or go back?” Brevity asked, sounding as anxious as Affinity felt.
“Wait in the parlor with the others. I will bring her in if all proceeds well,” Affinity advised Brevity, but she did not turn to look at her, instead keeping her eyes on the approaching Madam DeJonge and the handsome Spaniard as they approached. It seemed they were to have two guest, and Affinity wondered frivolously if the Spanish courier could overtake her and her friends for nefarious reasons at the madam’s orders. He was likely brought for Madam DeJonge’s own protection, Affinity chided herself, and this was the daring part of being daring.
Madam DeJonge was a petite and well-rounded woman and as she drew near, Affinity saw that her gown was very expensively made in deep midnight purple and not black. Not knowing how to proceed, especially since ladies did not normally meet visitors on their doorstep, Affinity held out her hand in welcome. It was best to be forthright, she thought. “Madam DeJonge, I am Affinity and I want to welcome you.”
Madam DeJonge stopped before her with the handsome Spaniard at her side. Affinity could not make out much of Madam DeJonge’s features through the shadowy veil that she wore. However, her voice when she spoke was light and airy with a French accent. “Lady Affinity, I simply had to meet the woman of the most unusual request.”
Affinity nodded and said, “But sincere request, Madam DeJonge.”
“Oh, I think I like you,” Madam DeJonge declared, with her gloved hand reaching forward to take Affinity’s hand. “Perhaps honest, appearing sincere,” Madam DeJonge continued as though adding up a list of Affinity’s qualities. “Yet mature. All would be lost, if you were a silly girl, I would throw up my hands and leave. I must say I feared this.”
Affinity released Madam DeJonge’s hand. “I am honored for the compliment, madam. Would you like to come inside and have tea with my friends and me?”
“Oh, Sebastian, she has invited me to tea. How cultured you are mon Lady Affinity. This is good . . . all good.” Madam DeJonge proceeded through the door with the handsome Spaniard named Sebastian directly behind her, as she advised, “Sebastian will accompany me, yes?”
“Of course,” Affinity offered, feeling on the one hand that she did not wish to upset the deal, as it were, however on the other hand wondering how forthright the discussion could become with a man present.
Affinity started forward to guide Madam DeJonge and Sebastian towa
rd the parlor, but it was then that she noticed that Sebastian was carrying a small leather satchel. How she’d missed it in all the excitement, she did not know, and the sudden knowledge of it now made her very nervous. Thieves surely carried satchels such as this filled with the underhanded tools of their trade.
“Might I take that for you, Mr. Sebastian?” Affinity offered lamely, as she halted right before the parlor entryway.
“Non-Non, Lady Affinity,” Madam DeJonge said, sailing past Affinity as she was removing her veil and bonnet. “I must have the satchel. These things we will be needing.”
Oh my. But Affinity lost her immediate concern for the next few moments, over the possible nefarious reasons for the satchel’s presence, as more important events came to light, like the first view of Madam DeJonge’s face and the introduction to her friends. Madam DeJonge was an attractive older woman with rich auburn hair and dark eyebrows, perhaps wearing a bit too much lavender coloring over her eyes and red rouge on her slightly plump cheeks. But her smile appeared genuine and her manner was forthright. Introductions were made quickly, and Affinity’s friends all sent questioning looks at her, and then at the Spaniard.
Madam DeJonge broke the awkwardness, as she said, “My Lady Brevity, Lady Caprice, and Lady Diversity, this is Sebastian and he will be helping us in this most unusual instructions today.” Then, Madam DeJonge added, “Oh, you are all so bravura. I am impressed and I might try to convince you to come work for me as Sebastian does.”
The tea cup Affinity was handing to Madam DeJonge rattled noticeably, then Sebastian chuckled, sitting beside Madam DeJonge on the settee with the satchel at his feet. Brevity beside her, at the intimate sound coming from the handsome exotic, nearly spilled the tea out of the cup she was handing to Sebastian.
Madam DeJonge was clearly pleased at being served tea. “Ladies, there are none of the parents about that would set the Bow Street Runner on Madam DeJonge is there?”
“No, none at all,” Affinity said, as they all shook their heads solemnly. “We are completely private.”
“Very good then,” Madam DeJonge said, sitting forward and setting her teacup and saucer on the table between them. “Now what is it you young ladies wish to know from Madam DeJonge?”
The moment had arrived, and Affinity glanced uncomfortably at Sebastian. She’d stated quite clearly in her missive to Madam DeJonge that they wished instruction to the fullest extent on intimate relations between a man and a woman. However, Affinity understood if this conversation were to be open and the least bit comfortable, it must begin now.
“We desire, Madam DeJonge, that you would share with us all things sexual,” Affinity stated briskly, with as unaffected manner as she was able. “Ah, from the very beginning that is,” she added.
“And the purpose, ladies?” Madam DeJonge paused expectantly. “You will tell me the purpose.”
“To catch husbands-s-s,” Brevity blurted, with long edges to her lisp.
“Oh, how clever of you!” Madam DeJonge exclaimed. “And this sound that you have, Lady Brevity, when you speak, is very seductive and foreign. Men will love this. Just as Sebastian’s and mine. It will, how you say, intrigue . . . yes, Sebastian?”
“Titillate, Madam DeJonge,” Sebastian practically purred with his rolling tenor accent. “Captura, completely.” Sebastian’s suggestive gaze, filled with darkening brown heat was all for Brevity, whose cheeks washed pink beneath his scrutiny.
Every one of the Lady Rogues felt instantly relieved, and then burgeoning with confidence that they’d made the right choice, after Madam DeJonge’s generous compliment of Brevity.
“Oui,” Madam DeJonge agreed with Sebastian, then she turned her dark eyes on all of them. “And this is why we have, Sebastian, with us today. Have any of you ladies seen the male body before?” Madam DeJonge paused . . . then she said slowly. “Naked?”
“P-Perhaps parts,” Affinity stuttered, reprimanding herself for her wavering words. The rest of her friends shifted in their seats trying to remain blasé in their appearance, however, the excited energy newly formed in the room could not be denied. Then, Sebastian stood suddenly, taking off his jacket as he did so, and Affinity lately thought to add, “But we do not want sex, here and now, just to learn about it.”
Sebastian’s answering chuckle shivered down all of their spines, as Madam DeJonge said, “I would not be, how do you say, a good business woman, if I did not offer the services of the handsome gentleman. So I say, that should any of you lovely ladies change your mind, Sebastian, can be enjoyed intimately for another fee.” By then, Sebastian had continued untying his shirt and had just pulled it off as Madam DeJonge added, “Even so, ladies, I think it is best for you to become familiar with the naked skin on a man.”
All of them sat in varying degrees of appreciation, curiosity, and embarrassment, over the spectacular view of Sebastian’s naked upper torso. A torso that was lean, but physically roped with muscle made of warmly browned flesh.
Yet they boldly kept their seats, every one of them, as the bare-chested Sebastian walked forward and paused in front of each of them, taking one hand and bowing over it for a moment, while he placed their hand briefly on his bare chest. Steadfastly, causing a bit of serious blushing among her friends. And Affinity noticed that when Sebastian came to Brevity last, he added a kiss to her hand as well.
“Men desire to be touched as much as women. Is this not so, Sebastian?” Madam DeJonge asked, as she looked at each of them. Sebastian responded with a sensuous grin, but said nothing. “They love for their lovers to be adventurous and playful. No pouts. This is most important, to not say, ‘no,’ to your man. There is nothing a good man can do with his woman that she will not enjoy to try, yes.”
Sebastian returned to Madam DeJonge’s side and she reached up stroking her hand over the bronzed-skin and dark hair on his muscular chest. “They in turn appreciate a woman who is open and receptive. She must be willing to give the pleasure as well as receive it. Have you ever given your body joy from the female’s lower lips?” Pausing, Madam DeJonge looked at them. “Ah, I see you have felt between your thighs. Have you touched this place and made it weep the pleasure?”
Affinity was taken by surprise from watching Madam DeJonge’s fingers lightly tracing over the mounded sinew on Sebastian’s chest, and she, as all her friends found herself blurting out, “Yes.”
“Excellent,” Madam DeJonge said, “Then, all of you know how you want to be touched and caressed. Perhaps, you dream how you wish a man would put his breath on your skin, or his mouth, or the lick of his tongue. Men have the same pleasure and dreams. Do you see?” Madam DeJonge asked, as she stroked lower over the obvious bulge in Sebastian’s breeches. “Just speaking of this has aroused, our beautiful Sebastian.”
Affinity saw Diversity waving her napkin in front of her face as she sucked in her own heated breath. The long outline beneath the black of Sebastian’s breeches was impressive looking, and while Madam DeJonge stroked the projecting length, the tanned-skinned and lightly ridged muscles in Sebastian’s belly tighten visibly to show six well-defined ribs of sinew.
“This is the essence, my ladies. The shaft of a man’s passion. A woman who worships this freely has her gentleman’s desire captured. I instruct all my ladies to love this with abandon.”
“But h-how?” Affinity asked, clearing her throat with a catch.
“I could do this now with, Sebastian’s, lovely cock? Or I have another way. It is important to love a man’s cock, cherie. The woman must adore it with her hands, her lips, her mouth, her tongue, the breath . . . her sex . . . and her bottom.”
“It is called a cock then?” Diversify asked.
“It is called many-many things, the cock, the dick, the penis, prick, or en bitte as they say in French,” Madam DeJonge replied.
“A dong,” Sebastian added suddenly, in his deep voice.
“Oui, your favorite, I am certain,” Madam DeJonge said to Sebastian, obviously squeezing his personal, �
��dong,” to the flattening of Sebastian’s lips. Then, Madam DeJonge’s fingers patted his penis several times, as she said, “Now hand me the satchel and sit beside me, Sebastian. I can see the ladies are not quite ready for the sight of your lovely cock.”
Affinity tried to become alarmed again about the satchel, however, her senses were distracted by the undertow of arousal thrumming through her body. She watched Sebastian hand the satchel to Madam, and then Madam DeJonge’s gloved fingers were opening it.
“Have any of you ladies heard of a godemiché before?” Madam DeJonge asked, reaching into the satchel. Affinity’s laden mind tried to place the French phrase without any success as she watched Madam DeJonge pulling a long black object out of the satchel. “This means leather shaped, like the penis, yes?”
They all gasped in varying degrees of wonder as Madam DeJonge stroked the leather padded and rather large penis-shaped object. “I have one of these for each of you at a small extra fee, yes?”
Affinity nodded rather stupidly, agreeing, she imagined. She had no idea anything like this existed, and if she’d not seen Law’s real one, she would say the size and length of the godemiché was unbelievable.
“You will each take one of these, then and I will instruct you how to stroke it, yes?” Madam DeJonge said enticingly.
It could have been a comedy, four proper ladies, sitting in a front parlor, with a real Madam, and each stroking godemichés. However, they were all quite serious about the need to learn, and then strangely the entire encounter was becoming arousing.
“Circle the base firmly with your fingers snug around.” Madam DeJonge demonstrated with her own example. “Stroke the cock to the top, skimming over the head like so.” All eyes were on her hand. “Now tightened your fingers and slide back down the shaft.” As Madam DeJonge watched their attempts, she kept talking. “Now you must do this many times, and as you stroke your lover, the cock, you will slowly begin to increase your stroking. You will start at the small pace and move faster as your gentleman gets more excited.”
