London was a pretty drab part of the world that February in 1943. Marjorie was trim in her tight, dark blue New Zealand Navy uniform and was much admired around the Admiralty, not only for her success in running the Provisioning Section at the Admiralty but for being commonly acclaimed as have the best ass in London. If you see Marjorie walk, it fascinates, distracts but also cheers up the downtrodden people of this great city. Marjorie is also renowned as having the best wiggle this side of Paris. And for being the most promiscuous.
Tonight Marjorie is going to the Pink Pussycat Strip Club in Wardour Street for dinner with her sister Doris. This might be a strange place to dine but Doris works there. She's not in management but the most accomplished stripper they have or possibly is, in London. Doris knows there are more ways to manage men. Pussy whipped. When the sisters meet, Marjorie is in her smart military uniform and Doris in her G-String. They get on very well and share a house in Bermondsey with Bridget, their Mother. Ma Devine. Ma's house is a refuge for minor criminals on the run from the law. She has a good heart.
Doris and Marjorie share a typical ration dinner. Doris had just finished a show and the place is full of American Officers. Her G-String is crammed full of $100 bills and Doris is very careful to bank them diligently. She may be rich but she's careful. After the war the girls buy the house. Thank you Yank.
After a modest dinner, they leave the club and head home. Or Doris does. Marjorie has a date with a guy called Igor. Her colleagues say he's a spy but has a twelve inch cock. Now Marjorie looks angelic, but the lure of a twelve inch cock is irresistible. Even though he may be a spy.
She mentally shrugs "He's Russian so he's supposed to be our side. But a twelve inch cock can't be ignored, can it?"
She met Igor in the Centurian Hotel and he claims to be One of Us. But he thinks that Marjorie is so innocent she will open up like a flower with secret navy information when he gets her to bed. After a couple of gins, he takes her upstairs to his hotel room and before long, Marjorie is down to her knickers. Igor strips off his clothes and ooh, there a perfect twelve inch erect cock in front of her
Igor is eager to get into her Marjorie's pants. She obliges and takes them off. And very soon she is on her hands and knees and Igor behind her is totally submerged in her deliciously taut pussy, sliding in and out of her to her extreme pleasure. He fucks Marjorie about five times during the night and she thoroughly enjoys it, swamped as she is in lust for his length. In the morning the police knock on the door, thank Marjorie, still naked and take Igor away for deportation.
"Pity," thought Marjorie, "I could have done with a few more fucks like that.
Marjorie has a reputation around the War Office. About half of the personnel there have fucked their delicious colleague all though they all know that anybody with under three stripes is not a goer. During the first half of the year she's been under assorted Captains, Commodores and even one of two Admirals. And her conquests are mounting. She doesn't do civilians. Even Doris is impressed.
"Marj, how come my little innocent younger sister has fucked more men than I'll ever have in my lifetime."
The sisters know each other intimately. Marjorie has been fucking Doris for years. They used to comfort each other in bed in the days when they shared a bedroom before they discovered men.
Marjorie replies, "Listen Dot, the Yanks are in the war now and they'll be over here in their hundreds of thousands soon. I think you'll be lucky to even have time to take your G-String off before there's a Yank in your fanny." Doris laughs.
Marjorie sometimes likes to join Doris stripping and they are known as The Devine sisters as they look like twins. They are both pretty expert and often Marjorie enjoys being fucked by American senior officers. She believes it's her duty to keep them happy as they are guests in her county. All of them? They are frequently guests in her cunt too. But that's what international relations are all about, isn't it?
Marjorie cuts through Charing Cross Station in the way home, ("if I still recognise it, she thinks.)" She, Ma and Doris have been bombed out in the Blitz twice and Marjorie sometimes forgets herself and arrives "home" in front of a heap of rubble. But they manage to find a place to live with Ma until she is killed by a V1 in 1944. If you're a little deaf, you might miss the pulse jet stopping overhead as the missile falls onto London and Ma beneath it.
The old bomb-battered station is a short cut to the bus depot. There's a soldier asleep on a bench and he looks very drunk. "He must be on leave," she thinks, "so why is he sleeping on a bench when he should be in a comfortable bed somewhere?" He has a small pack as a pillow and a kit bag with his possessions in it. He was too tired to stow his Sten gun away and it's propped up against the bench.
She wakes George, (though she doesn't know he's George yet), and he looks up blearily at her but seeing her smart uniform he pulls himself together and she finds out that his parents are dead and he's alone.
Marjorie says, "Well come on then, let's get home."
George is a bit confused it may be the booze, the invitation from a pretty woman with the most magnificent ass he's ever seen. Or the pain he feels.
