Hat Trick

by Morris Fenris

  “Oh! That’s ok. I will have my bath upstairs today, but just to confirm, that is not the bathroom that is inside Thomas’s room, is it?” asked Elisabeth expectantly.

  “No, Madam, it is not.” Martha smiled as she said that and left the room.

  Elisabeth heard her climbing the stairs and moving this around on the floor above her. She decided that she should go see the place herself and made her up the stairs and turned right as she reached the landing on the first floor. She stopped as she saw that it lead to Thomas’s room. The door to his room was left ajar. She turned to see that there was another room that led into a small bathroom towards the balcony which Martha was readying for her.

  She was tempted to go into Thomas’s room. Against her better judgment she decided to at least sneak a peek through the gap in the door. She tried to look into the room, but it was mostly dark and she could barely see anything inside.

  She walked back towards Martha who had finished setting up the bath for her.

  “Madam, the bath is ready. Mr. Thomas has gone to attend to some urgent work related to his business and he will be back after lunch.” Martha informed Elisabeth.

  “What business does Thomas do? Do you have any idea?” asked Elisabeth inquisitively.

  “Well, from what my mother tells me, he has a lot of tea gardens up in the northern part of the country. He sends them to various parts of the world, in exchange for a lot of money. I heard this is their family business. It seems his father had almost run the business to the ground. After he passed away due to illness related to his heart, his mother also passed away shortly. He has spent the last 8 years of life without a parent. He took up the reigns of the business himself and since he did that, the profits have tripled and he had again brought his family’s business to the level that it was at, in its most formative years.” Elisabeth listened intently as Martha told her the story of Thomas’s life.

  Martha excused herself from Elisabeth’s presence to go downstairs when she looked back towards the open door to Thomas’s bedroom. He was not going to be back before afternoon and the door being left open felt like a good opportunity for her to have a more detailed look at the room that Thomas slept in. She stepped towards the door, careful not to make a sound with her foot. She slid inside the door as soon as she reached it and waited for her eyes to adjust to the darkness in the room. She noticed that the bed was just slept in and Martha had not got around to folding the sheets and laying the bed this morning. As soon as she stepped close to the bed, she immediately recognized the scent that emanated from it. It was the same scent that drover her crazy when he was baying and panting for her. She loved the salty taste of his skin when she kissed him for the first time. She ran her lips down the side of this neck and sucked at his skin. She clearly remembered smelling this same scent on him. There were two intricately designed glass canisters which were filled with alcohol, on a glass table by the bed. The lid on one of the canisters was open and there was an unfinished glass of whiskey beside it. There were some papers that were strewn across a study table with a lamp just over it.

  The papers seemed important to her because they carried seals and it amazed her that someone can be so careless with such important papers. She sat on the bed and found that the mattress was much softer on this bed when compared to the one that she was sleeping on. She laid her back down for a moment and as she gazed at the dark ceiling she imagined Thomas bending over her and kissing her wet lips and caressing her breasts. She felt her insides getting warm and mushy again. She let out a stifled moan when she ran her fingers along the bed sheet. The thought of these sheets being wrapped around Thomas’s bare body made her shiver with pleasure.

  She decided to get up and leave the before Martha saw her. She called out for her from the top of the stairs and asked her to get the clothes that she had kept on the foot of her bed. She would need to change into those clothes after she had a bath. After Martha replied and said that she would get the clothes she went inside the washroom. Martha had knocked on the door to give her the clothes, but Elisabeth just asked her to leave on the top of the dining table. After having a nice and long bath, she realized that her clothes were all kept on top of the dining table outside. Since there was no one in the house besides Martha, she did not think that it would matter if she stepped outside the bathroom completely naked. “And it would only be for a few seconds!” she told herself before she stepped out of the room.

  She saw him and froze as soon as their eyes met. Thomas was standing right in front of him and she realized that she was completely naked. She was so embarrassed and in shock to see him there, she stood numb like a statue, unable to move a muscle. Her face had reddened beyond recognition and she cursed herself for not being able to move. Suddenly, Thomas reached for the clothes and walked up slowly to Elisabeth.

  Thomas was just as surprised to see Elisabeth come out of the spare bathroom but his only advantage was that his eyes bore witness to a spectacle. The water dripped from her hair as tiny droplets fell on her shoulder. Thomas watched as one drop ran from her shoulders and reached her bosom and turned along its curve and then dropped down to her feet. He could hear the tiny splatter of the drops as one by one each of them dropped on her feet. He felt as if he could keep staring at her like this for all eternity. But his instincts got the better of him and he reached for the clothes and handed them over to her. Elisabeth closed the door behind her and for the next week or so did everything to avoid Thomas in any way possible.

  He finally caught hold of her one night when she was having dinner early and he had just reached home. He came over to the chair next to her and took a seat right beside her. Elisabeth’s heart started pounding against her chest.

  “Why have you been avoiding me?” asked Thomas.

  “I am embarrassed. I could not face you after what happened that day.” Elisabeth knew this question was going to be his first question and in the days leading up to this, she had prepared an answer for it.

  “You need not be embarrassed.” Thomas held her hand as he said that.

  Elisabeth released his grip and got up as she was done with the dinner and moved into the balcony. She stood on the edge of the balcony with hands renting against the wooden railings. Thomas came up from behind and wrapped his arms around her. Their bodies felt like two pieces of a puzzle. Her curves matched his cuts and when they were wrapped in each other, they felt one.

  Elisabeth was surprised to see how freely he had embraced her. She wondered if seeing her that way gave him some sort of a misconceived notion. She shrugged him off even though it pained her to do so and pulled out from under him.

  “Just because you have seen me naked, does not give you the right to touch me.” Elisabeth said sternly.

  “Come on. You are misreading this. We have kissed earlier and we are now living in a house together. What harm could a warm embrace do?” pleaded Thomas.

  “I am really tired right now Thomas. And I have to wake up really early tomorrow morning because Adelaide is coming to the shop get some of her fittings done for her new dresses. Please excuse me for the night.” Elisabeth bid him a good night and retreated to her room.

  They started having their meals together more often as she hit the month mark of her move to Thomas’s estate. The holiday season was approaching and they were in good spirits. She was looking for some information about a variety of silk when she started going through some of the books in the library. The library was very well managed except for the books that lay strewn across the floor. She sat about arranging the books and saw that Thomas was coming out of his room with a glass in his hand. She did not realize that he might be in his room when she came up to the library.

  It was evident from the redness in his cheeks that he had probably had a few too many drinks tonight. He sat down on a chair near her and asked “What are you looking for?” as she placed the glass on the table.

  “I am looking for a place where I can source a special kind of silk that I am looking fo
r… Her voice trailed off as he lost himself in her eyes. He couldn’t hold himself any longer and got up and kissed her.

  Once he kissed, he drew himself back, as if feeling guilty about what he had done. Elisabeth had been controlling herself for a long time as well and she could finally feel her shields collapsing. She reciprocated and kissed him back. The familiar salty taste of his lips sent a tingle down her spine. She moved her tongue inside his mouth searching for his tongue. Thomas felt waves of ecstasy run through his veins and his manhood as it rubbed against Elisabeth’s belly. He ran his hands over her breasts and cupped them in his hands before pushing the blouse to the side and exposing one her breasts.

  Elisabeth arched her back as her body wreathed in agony and delight at the same time. Thomas sat back down on the chair and exposed the other breast as he dug his mouth between them. He was licking every inch of her bosom and she squealed and moaned at the pleasure that it brought her. Thomas ran his hands under the gown that she was wearing over the corset and blouse and felt for her thighs. He grabbed them and squeezed them as Elisa let out a loud moan and straightened her back and bend down to kiss his lips again. Thomas moved his hands closer to her insides as a shiver ran through Elisabeth. She knew what he was trying to do and Elisabeth wanted it to happen. He touched her already moist skin over her underwear. The feeling of touching her moist and hairy mound made Thomas’s head go into a tizzy as well. She could feel his manhood stifle under his breeches and longed to take it out and push it inside Elisabeth. Her smooth and soft skin glowed in the light and she arched her back again in pleasure. Her mouth stayed open because of the fast breathing and she looked ready to be taken.

  Elisabeth knew where this was heading and she was really excited to see where it leads as well. She reached for his breaches and searched for his manhood by sliding her hand inside them. She found it erect, throbbing and ready to burst out of the breaches. In a swift move, he unfastened the hooks, and pulled his manhood out in the open. She waited and stared at it for a moment and wondered how she would feel if a humongous thing like that entered her. She could feel it oozing out a sticky liquid that felt similar to how she felt when she secretly touched herself while thinking about him.

  Before they could go any further, Martha interrupted them and called out to them to ask if she should serve dinner. Elisabeth dashed out of the room and fastened her blouse in fear that she would walk in on them. She found her climbing the steps to come up and instead turned her around to help get the dinner upstairs. By the time she came back up with Martha, Thomas had already gone to sleep. He had even locked the door to his room.

  “He does that sometime. Especially, when he has a few too many to drink!” Martha said as she laid down dinner for Elisabeth. Elisabeth wondered if this was all the effect of alcohol.

  The next morning when Thomas sent Elisabeth flowers to her room, she knew that whatever he did was under the influence of alcohol. The act of sending flowers meant that he was apologizing to her for his actions from last night. Elisabeth had thoroughly enjoyed the moment and by calling it a mistake, Thomas was spoiling it for her. She returned the flowers back to him and sent a note asking him to arrange for a bolt of the silk that she was looking for instead. This is what troubled her about Thomas – he could be interested in the relationship once, but completely distance himself in another instance. It seemed as if he was constantly at war with himself.

  Elisabeth had decided that she would surprise Thomas by re-doing all the curtains in his house by herself and since there was less than a month to go for Christmas, she decided to complete the measurements tonight. She tip toed around the house when taking the measurements so that she did not have to let Thomas know what she was doing. But Thomas found her measuring some of the drapes in his study. Elisabeth made an excuse about measuring it for some work related to her shop and tried to get away from there, but Thomas grabbed her hands as she turned to leave. He pulled close to him and kissed her on her lips. He craved for the sweet taste of her mouth and the soft feel of the puffy lips. He almost hurt her when he sucked too hard. Elisabeth let out a squeal in agony. She felt helpless and wanting as he grabbed her breasts with one hand while the other hand was squeezing her bottom. His fingers dug deep into her soft bottom and she let out a loud moan as her insides tingled. Thomas searched for her hands and when he found them, placed them over the breeches where his manhood was. She felt the pressure that had developed on the fabric as it tried to restrain it from bursting out. She felt that familiar rush of blood to her head as he groped her and egged her on. He massaged his mound with his fingers to further dampen it which made her twist her body in awkward angles as she moaned in pleasure.

  Thomas pushed Elisabeth against the wall and pulled his manhood out. He tried to indicate to Elisabeth to hold it and rub it with her fingers. She started to rub her fingers against it and she suddenly found some liquid eject out of it as he shivered like she did when she felt that sudden burst of ecstasy that she felt in her insides. Thomas turned her around and made her face the wall. He then thrust himself over Elisabeth as their bodies intertwined. She felt him through the fabric of the clothes and she seemed eager to let it stay there. Thomas started to lift her dress from the bottom to expose her bottom and take her from behind. Somehow, Elisabeth felt revolted at the mere thought of it and pushed him away. She pulled her dress down and swiftly got out of the room.

  Thomas was left pondering over what had happened all of a sudden that warranted her to walk away like this. He certainly knew that she wanted him to carry on further. She would not have stopped him that night had Martha not interrupted. So what happened tonight? Thomas was as confused as ever and scratched his head as he said “Women! How does one understand women?”

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  Chapter 30

  Over the next few days Elisabeth stayed away from Thomas by immersing herself in her work. She had stopped him that night because she felt like a mistress of Thomas’s. It was as if she was a part of his life only to satisfy his sexual urges and that too at a time that is convenient to him. She wanted to avoid any situation that made her look like his mistress. Even the thought of it, made her angry. She was an independent women who ran her own business and she did not need riches from a man to please her. She can get all the riches she wants by herself. She knew that after the events of that night, he would have questions, that she was not sure she had an answer to. Even if she did know the answer, she was not sure if she was ready to answer them at this point.

  It had been several days since that night and he was growing impatient as the days wore on. He wanted to speak to her desperately and clear the air but she was going to all lengths to completely avoid him. She even slept in the shop one night. Thomas was confused by what had happened that night but he was not going to let it get the best of him. Christmas was approaching and knowing Elisabeth she was surely planning something. He had convinced himself that he needed to do the same. Till about a few days back, he had no idea about what he would gift her. But when she returned the flowers that morning and attached a note with it, it gave him an idea. He was convinced that was the best gift that he could give Elisabeth.

  He made his way to Elisabeth’s shop one day, when she was not there and approached the girls that work there for help.

  “Elisabeth is looking for a particular kind of silk that she is not able to find and I want to help her get it as a gift for Christmas! I need a list of the suppliers that she deals with so that I can go and speak to them. Do you any idea what I should be looking for?” asked Thomas.

  “I think what she is looking for is a special kind of Indian Silk. It is a silk of the highest quality and the shine it brings about on the wearer’s face is a magnificent sight to behold. It know that it has a golden sheen, but that is all I know about it.” Leona said.

  Thomas looked at Sally to see if she had more information, but she shook her head to denote that she did not have any new information to provide.

  “Alright. Can I c
ome back tomorrow to collect a list of her suppliers? I can interview each of them and probably find some more information.” Thomas sounded hopeful.

  “We can do that for you, Sir!” said one of the girls as she looked at Thomas with a wide grin on her face.

  Thomas left that day and came back around after a day to collect the list. Once he had the list, what he had to do was track all the suppliers one by one and interview them individually. He fell crestfallen when he saw that there were close to 20 suppliers on that list. But when he looked at the paper carefully, she saw that the girls had under lined about 10 of those suppliers. Even though this number was smaller than the initial number, he would still have to move mountains to get the required information on time.

  Thomas crossed off the first name of the list after he visited the address and found that he was no longer in business. The name of the person listed second was no help either as he had no idea what he was talking about.

  He was shocked to see the address against the name of the third person on the list. It was one of most dangerous neighborhood of the city. He never visited this place alone. He wandered through the streets and found the address he was looking for. A very old looking man greeted him.

  “How may I help you, Sire” he asked.

  “I am a friend of Elisabeth’s. I am looking for some information.” Thomas said as he saw a smile creep up on his face.

  “Oh yes, Elisabeth. Bless that child. You see her grandmother used to buy fabrics from us when she needed something. And she was one source of income for us as the years passed on. After she passed away, Elisabeth continued to buy fabrics for us but we were never able to sustain ourselves anymore. She sends us some money every month so that we can feed ourselves properly. Bless that child, young man. There is no deed more pious than the act of giving!” The old man was almost in tears as he said that.

  When he thought about it, it dawned on him that what Elisabeth was doing is really commendable. Not only is she running a business and making money, she has two young girls under employment and she also manages to send some money to these poor people, who she owes nothing to. Thomas tried to ask himself fi he would do the same for someone he knew but gave up as soon as it dawned on him that there was no way that he could even think of something so selfless.