This is the third time this week he's seen her staring across the street at the gentlemen's club. She gets closer every time, but after a while she keeps walking in the other direction, back to where she came from. It's quite unusual, a lady, because she's clearly a lady, judging by her dress and the way she moves, walking down the street unaccompanied in this neighborhood.
The next day he sees her again, she looks at him appraisingly and decides to take the plunge. She crosses the street and stands indecisively in front of him six feet away.
He looks at her kindly and asks, 'Is there anything I can help you with, ma'am?' Their eyes meet, a spark immediately jumps over, she doesn't know what to make of it at that moment.
'I, uh,' she says hesitantly, 'I was wondering if my husband is here and what he is doing all day.'
Jonathan feels sorry for her, apparently another one of those child brides married off because of their attractive dowry or much wanted title, who are then locked up in a nice house and left to spend their days in loneliness.
'Can you tell me his name ma'am, then I can ask inside if he wants to come to you, of course you can't go in,' he looks at her apologetically.
She mentions her husband's name, but then changes her mind, he might not appreciate that she went to the gentlemen's club on her own, and he already has such a short fuse.
He sees her hesitance and decides to wait for her next move.
'Never mind,' she mutters, her eyes downcast, 'I'd better go, I'll see him tonight.'
'As you wish, ma'am,' he says kindly and with a gallant bow. 'May I get someone to escort you home?'
'No, thank you, it's very kind of you, but I'll get home by myself.' She gives him a sweet smile and shyly lowers her eyes again.
Then she walks on, he looks after her, it is a beautiful image, the enormous amount of fabric of the dress with bustle, and the wide cloak that she has wrapped tightly around her, cannot hide the fact that she has an attractive figure. A bunch of beautiful copper red curls peek out from under the cute little hat. She seems very young, barely 19 by the looks of it. Her husband is at least twice her age, he knows, he recognized her husband's name. Not the most pleasant club member, always finding something to criticize and very quick to anger. It wouldn't surprise him if he's a wife beater, such men like to take it out on defenseless women. He knows enough stories about it, because behind the club, in a separate bar area, a number of women work, primarily in the service, but for gentlemen who want something more than a chat and a drink among themselves, the ladies are also available for another kind of entertainment. The ladies often complain about this guy, they regularly get bruises when he visits.
He notices that she is not walking back the same way, but is heading in the direction of the park with adjacent forest. Oh well, she probably wants to enjoy her freedom for a while, the weather is nice for it. He returns to his duties as host and guard of the club's entrance. Another half hour and then his shift will be over, he hopes that his relief will be there in time this time.
Isolde has indeed decided that she can still look at the walls of her prison long enough today, it is like a gilded cage in which she is locked up, she reflects sadly. She is bored to death, the whole day consists of needlework, reading mainly devotional works, and social visits to or from boring, superficial women, only of her own standing, of course, who never have anything interesting to say. She fondly thinks back to her childhood in the countryside, on her parents' vast estate. The fun they had, she and her siblings, playing with the wait staff's children, and no one ever said a word about it not being appropriate.
And from one day to the next it happened, they had found a suitable partner for her, a man of distinction, she herself was not known in anything. It all went very fast, only on the wedding day did she find out that the man she was going to marry could have been at least her father in terms of age. They've been married for a year now, once a week he digs his way through her skirts and undergarments and fidgets between her legs, then moves quickly up and down on her several times. Then there is some moaning and panting and before she knows it, he has left the bedroom without looking back and she is alone again. She has understood from her maid that this is intended to conceive a child with her, but she is still not pregnant. She's not really sad about it.
She's thoughtlessly walked on and ends up at the back of the club. The trees here are quite close together, a vague path meanders between them. She follows it for a while until she suddenly hears a sound, it seems like twigs creaking and something else, it sounds like a giggle. Then suddenly she finds herself at the edge of a small clearing, in front of her she sees two rather plump women. They are standing close together, a brunette and a blonde. The blonde pushes the brunette against a tree trunk and starts kissing her, meanwhile her hands are groping all over her body. Isolde holds her breath, what is she looking at? She quickly, without making a sound, takes a step back and continues to watch, fascinated.
The brunette returns the kiss, moans of pleasure escape her. Isolde sees that one of her hands disappears behind the blonde's back, she grabs one of her buttocks. The blonde laughs and pushes her partner away from her, she begins to undo the front closure of her friend's dress, the brunette pushes her chest forward willingly, a happy smile on her freckled face. The blonde slides the top of the other woman's dress off her shoulders and then undoes the corset that appears underneath. Two beautiful, white, full breasts appear. The blonde bends over and takes a perky protruding nipple in her mouth, the brunette moans excitedly. Isolde feels it getting wet between her legs, she is shocked, has she just peed her pants? But she ignores it, she can't take her eyes off the couple, a strange sensation goes through her body, she can't explain it, but she feels her blood rushing.
