I was minding my own business in my club, reading the evening newspaper, relaxing after dinner, whiling away the time until supper.
Leather chairs and oak panels, the smell of tobacco heavy on the air, talk of the Kaiser and of impending war were rife around the tables as our hostesses catered to our every need.
Milly, Molly, Moira, Melissa, Mary, their names all started with an M. They looked quite demure despite uniforms cut to ensure their charms were always displayed. Neatly corseted waists with their breasts upthrust yet bared and unrestrained. Tight black jackets with silver buttons cut to slip under their pouting mammaries. The area below their waists entirely bare but for the tapes holding their stockings. Their soft downy Pubes neatly trimmed or shaved.
Gold Nipple and Clitoris rings twinkled in the firelight. Fish net stocking with seams arrow straight set off pale elegant thighs and calves while their painted toe nails peeped from elegant high heeled shoes. Neat little rabbits tails attached to little plugs pressed firmly up their tight bottoms and all set off by jaunty little hats with necklaces rings and earrings dripping with jewels. And all ready to perform each and any service we may require.
The flotsam and jetsom of the gutters attired like princesses.
Their services were provided all inclusive to the membership of the upper floor of the club. Mouth, back passage and womb alike available to any member's member and all bar mouth available to a members finger or tongue though of course shows of affection such as kissing upon the mouth were not allowed
They worked in relays, obviously Milly Molly et al were not their real names, but we no more cared who they were than they cared who we were. A crooked finger, a gesture and they would saunter across and if indicated would straddle us and simply sink down upon our members. Or suckle a limp snake to rigidity, or bring an ice cold beer or liqueuras our whim dictated..
Sometimes they got it wrong, one elderly gentleman admitting, "Ye gods I only wanted a Whisky," as Malia extracted his member from his fly and began to suck.
But enough background detail, back to this most particular evening.
"Oldbury, where are you?" one of my chums asked.
"Here? Why?" I replied.
"Need another damned fool to play cards," he said drunkenly.
"At your service," I agreed and taking my whiskey I dutifully went across and sat at the table.
The game was poker, Club rules, Aces High.
Millie the croupier smiled, as she waited to deal the cards. Her left thumb rested within the folds of her quim pleasuring herself as all the girls were instructed to do while idling. Her bared breasts with golden rings swung alluringly to and fro as she rocked gently to her own rhythm as she quietly drifted into a world of her own as she frigged herself towards orgasm.
"Teddy's in a spot of bother," Simmonds gloated.
"Bet his damned house and lost!" Carter laughed.
"And?" I enquired.
"I don't need a damned house," Clearwater sighed, "Bit of a bugger really."
"So lets us get this straight, you won Teddy's house and don't want it?" I queried.
"Absolutely, rotting pile," he agreed.
"So give it back," I suggested.
"Not that easy old chum, Club rules." Simmonds pointed out, "Needs outside player to win it then Teddy can win it back do you see?"
"You're a bloody fool Teddy," I said, as looked at the broken shell of a man that fifty years of idleness drinking and gambling had created. "Deal me in."
Teddy, 4th Earl of Latchmere, Lord GlenAvon and various other titles was several social classes above my lowly station yet many thousands of guineas poorer.
I may have been brought up as the local parson's son but t'was well known I was the Lord of the Manor's bastard and had his cunning and business acumen. As well as a talent for cards.
I looked at my cards.
"I'll bet two shillings," Clearwater said throwing Teddy's note for the house on the table.
"I'll raise all in," I said and Clearwater folded.
I took the note.
"Thank God!" Teddy sighed.
"Not so fast," I insisted, "I fear you need to learn a lesson, what collateral shall you offer?"
Teddy looked aghast, "I have none."
"Three unmarried daughters," Simmonds laughed.
"Very well offer one as your stake," I insisted.
"Good god man, don't be an oaf," Teddy snapped.
"Well sir I am a bastard by birth, though hardly an oaf," I suggested, "Which child shall you offer?"
"Oh very well Hilary my youngest." he agreed reluctantly and somewhat drunkenly.
"The one maudlin who never smiles," Clearwater enquired.
"Maybe old Oldbury here will fuck a smile into her!" Simmonds laughed.
"Hardly, I shall sell to Madame to defray my expenses," I explained.
"Turn my daughter into a whore. Never!" Teddy protested.
"Well I shall allow ten days to vacate the house." I offered.
"Now don't be hasty, Oldbury," Clearwater interjected, "Don't be an oaf just fold."
"No Teddy needs a lesson," I insisted, "I'll exchange my house for the daughter whom I shall sell to madame as a whore."
"Done!" grinned Teddy, "Never has a man made such a poor bargain!"
I went back to my chair a job well done and a lesson learned.
Clearwater sought me out, "Teddy rigged you," he confided, "That daughter, Hilary, have you met her? She came out, what, two years ago, not so much as a dance let alone a dallience, tis said she sips at the spring of Lesbos, and I truly believe far from paying for her charms you would have to pay any self respecting chap to fuck her,"
"I just wanted to teach the old fool a lesson," I explained, "If this so called girl is indeed nineteen summers gone then I'll just let the matter quietly drop, have a few Whiskeys and forget it."
But I had not reckoned with the redoubtable Miss Hilary.
She came to my house at noon, I was still in my pyjamas working at my desk.
Mary my maid came to seek me, "There's some woman downstairs who reckons she's your whore."
"What?" I demanded.
