Copyright by ProfessorR ©
by Prof. Richard W.
(formerly of the University of ____________)
Te'anne poured coffee for both of us from the urn that room service had left. The aroma mingled with the other breakfast smells and the scent of last night's pleasures. Her cinnamon skin glowed and for a moment her robe slipped and I saw a lot of her breasts. She straightened her robe and grinned at me.
"They'll be waiting for your touch -- but first I want to make sure that you remember to have a look at what my nephew turned up." She pulled a black notebook from the side table. I knew that her nephew had taken an interest in family history, but now I learned from Te'anne that he had found his great-great-grandmother Jaymee's diary and letters.
"I'll trust you with this till I get back into town. I know that you'll be interested in it. I just wanted to make sure you knew about it before your mind gets onto something else." She set it back on the side table. As before, her robe slipped, but this time she did not straighten it up. Sure enough, our minds got onto something else. Our hands, too. I reached over and caressed her firming breasts. We tossed off our robes and hurried to the bed. And then I was a part of her once more.
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[Note: After she had left I read the diary and letters. It took quite a while, and there were some gaps that I filled in from other research. For today's readers I have translated this 19th Century dialog to 21st Century language in many cases.]
MIRRORS
"This is a special customer," Jaymee whispered. In the darkened viewing chamber Mary moved closer to her ebony-skinned co-worker.
"Who is he?" Mary whispered. Through a two-way mirror they saw a man in a business suit enter the overdone red decor of the Victorian boudoir.
"A vote Madame needs on city council. Pay close attention to how Lillis gets him on our side."
The two young women watched intently as Lillis' maid poured heated water into a bath. Lillis herself, wearing her best robe, greeted the councilman without seeming to notice the hungry way that he looked at her. With the heavy curtains in both rooms and the sound of sloshing water they heard intermittent words.
"Rough day... make you feel better... nice big glass of wine... relax in the warm bath... special massage... but follow all my instructions." The maid brought towels and then was waved away by Lillis with an imperious gesture.
"She doesn't act like that with me," Mary whispered.
"Not with any of us. It's to show the john that she is in charge."
"Oh!" Mary tossed her red hair in agreement; Jaymee had to imagine it in the dark space.
Lillis was taking off the politician's clothes now, adroitly dodging his attempts to "accidentally" reach the good places inside her robe. She smiled good naturedly; it was a game. She held his hand as he climbed into the bath. His penis swung hopefully as he stepped into the tub and then disappeared in the warm suds.
"Now she's telling him that she learned a special massage method, but for it to work he must follow all her instructions. He must lay back and relax." Lillis gently massaged his shoulders and leaned over to speak quietly to him. "She's giving him more instructions."
The councilman blinked as he caught sight of Lillis' breasts when her robe slid to one side while she leaned over him. The two observers saw her stern admonishment And then he leaned back and his eyes closed. Lillis loosely picked up his arm and dropped it. There was no reaction.
"Is he asleep?"
"No," whispered Jaymee, "she calls it a trance. He'll do anything for her now." Jaymee heard a tiny gasp of amazement from Mary.
Lillis placed a leg on the chair by the tub. Her robe slid back. Mary noted that Lillis had snapped her fingers and the councilman had opened his eyes. They followed the line of her legs up into the robe as he climbed out of the tub. Jaymee and Mary felt their own excitement growing as they saw him kneel to beg for more than the teasing legs. His manhood was shriveled and small; perhaps it was the chill coming out of the bath, or perhaps it was her trance instruction. Lillis was telling him that he had to offer more, they could tell that in pantomime. Finally, they could see that he had given Lillis what she wanted, a promise of his vote on council. She snapped her fingers again and his penis rose to become a magnificent, hard tower. A tower she had built for her pleasure as well as his.
In pantomime they saw him begging, saw her hands gliding over his manhood -- checking for precum, enjoying feeling his balls churning wildly, as Jaymee explained. Satisfied that he was ready, she reclined artistically on the bed.
The mirrors all around the room that reflected the goings-on now repeated infinite images of pleasure as the councilman mounted Lillis. She wrapped her legs around him and spurred his deep thrusts. Mary's attention was distracted for a moment by realization of how wet she had become.
"How strange," she thought, "that I'm watching this as a sort of education for something that I never believed would happen." She ran a finger around the ring that connected her thoughts with her earlier life on the Great Plains.
The councilman was pleading for Lillis' permission to come. Jaymee and Mary were squirming. Lillis was reaching her pleasure's peak. She snapped her fingers and the young women saw his hips flexing powerfully as his ivory stream filled her vagina.
The electric lights blinked off and then on again.
"That's been happening too much lately. The gas lights were more reliable. I'd better get back to work. This special customer is going to go on all night," Jaymee said. "And you'd better get to your lesson with Mildred." She tugged at Mary's sleeve. Mary's attention was focused on watching the couple playing with each other. Finally, she yielded and quietly the two left the viewing salon. Mary took a key from her bosom and carefully locked the room. No one working in the Queen City's Hall of Mirrors wanted an inadvertent tourist or a curious local to wander into the secret salon unescorted.
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Mildred was late for the lesson. Madame LaPierre (as she called herself), owner and manager of this bordello explained that Mildred's afternoon customer had asked for extras, and as she always said "we want him to leave satisfied." Mary leaned back in the red velvet upholstery and thought with wonderment as to how all this was happening.
Mary had been doing housekeeping for an old sea captain in North Platte. A smile flitted across her face as she recalled how many times he told her that strangers had bought him drinks to get him to tell how he had come to put out his anchor in the middle of the prairie. Sometimes she wondered if he was making it all up. However, she listened attentively and then went on with her work. Still, she was surprised after he passed away. He had left her with a ring that he had kept in a cushioned box on the fireplace mantle. Part of what surprised her was that he had never explained why it was important to him or where it came from. It was for good luck, he said. Of course, she thought, he had visited a lot of foreign countries. And it looked sort of "Japanesy."
He had told her that she was such a hard worker that she ought to try for a job in a place that had more possibilities. And that was how she found herself on a train that seemed to stop at every prairie grain elevator. And that was how she found herself sitting next to Mildred.
It had been a relief to find a seat next to such a kind woman. Some of the passengers in the coach were a bit rough. And, as Mary recollected, some of them were really rough. Most of them were headed to the silver mining rush in the mountains. Mildred had told her that there was "more money to be made in Queen City." She had even handed Mary her calling card, written an address on the back of it, told her that there were opportunities there for a girl with her housekeeping experience.
After finding that a couple of "sure thing" Queen City employers were not hiring, due to something going on in Washington, D.C., the young Nebraskan flipped over the card and read the address. But which way was it? Mary remembered the bemused look on the cable car conductor's face when she asked him if his car went to Holiday Street. She thought that he wanted to say something smart, and then choked on the words and just nodded and collected her nickel fare.
Alighting from the trolley, it was easy for the red-headed maiden to notice that this street was different. There were lots of people milling around, sort of like the County Fair, but most of them were men. And when they spotted her, there were the most ungentlemanly reactions. She hurried to the house number and was relieved to see a substantial, well-kept apartment or boarding house with a little garden alongside a path that led to the servants' entrance.
Yes, Madame LaPierre had needed housekeeping staff, Mary learned. Beds had to be made up several times a day in some rooms, empty bottles cleared away, and the silver service in the Buffet Room polished often. Electric lighting had been installed recently, but the gas in the house still tarnished the silver. Madame emphasized the strong first impressions that her guests received, leading right into the reception hour.
Mary had been apprehensive at first, but Jaymee had pointed out that Madame made sure that they were "done and gone" from the Buffet Room by the reception hour. On their way back to the kitchen table they passed the ladies of the house, dressed in the latest fashion, hurrying to the Buffet Room. She heard bits of gossip and discussions of who their guests might be, and cryptic references to the viewing room.
Several times at the kitchen table, Mary had asked Jaymee about the viewing room. Asked more than several times, but Jaymee evaded the question. Mary knew that Jaymee cleaned the room, but neither she nor the ladies of the house talked openly about it.
Mary had worked at housekeeping in the Hall of Mirrors for several months without any suggestion that she could increase her income by joining Madame's team of tarts. She was not sure if she wanted to get ahead that way. No one suggested it to her.
