Chapter 4: Rebecca's Performance. London 1883.
Rebecca awoke early. It was a beautiful day and she felt fresh. She briefly thought about what she had done last night, but put it out of her mind. She had just been in a strange mood after the opera, she told herself, and during the opera she had simply been overcome by the performances. Possibly she had become faint, maybe her bodice was too tight, but whatever it was the events that had happened in her imagination where certainly not real, she knew her friend Evie had certainly not groped her like that. It was preposterous.
While she was going over this Nana bustled into the room, holding a tea tray.
"Morning dear," Nana said, "I hope you are feeling well today?"
"Yes thank you Nana," replied Rebecca, as Nana poured the tea, "very well indeed."
Nana smiled and brought the tea over to Rebecca, who sipped it delicately.
"We have to be over at the Roberts's house for eleven o'clock, my dear," said Nana, picking up a few clothes that were strewn around the bedroom, "they are having a morning tea party." Rebecca groaned.
"Oh, do I have to," she protested, "it's such a lovely day, can't we go to the park?"
"No, your father insists," said Nana, "and he does not approve of you going to the park anyway."
Rebecca protested some more but she was fighting a losing battle, and as 11 o'clock approached she found herself getting dressed for the tea party.
The Roberts' house was only a few minutes' walk away and when they entered it was full of the high pitched chatter of excitable girls. Idiots, though Rebecca, stupid little whores. Rebecca was slightly surprised at the strength of her own thoughts for a second, she had never thought of anyone a whore before, but then she decided it did not matter, nobody knew what she was thinking.
She was ushered inside and given a seat opposite a couple of young posers called Claudine and Cleo. They were both thin and blonde and always eyed Rebecca's red hair and more developed form with suspicion. Rebecca smiled coldly at them.
"Did you have a nice evening last night Rebecca?" one of them asked sweetly, a smile playing across her lips.
"Yes thank you Cleo," replied Rebecca, "I went to the opera."
"I heard you went with your maid!" spurted Claudine before emitting a burst of high pitched laughter.
"Oh, really?" joined Cleo, "How embarrassing!"
The girls looked at Rebecca, failing to keep the smirks of their faces. They clearly thought the idea of going to the opera with your maid was ridiculous. Luckily Rebecca had an ace up her sleeve.
"Actually my maid was just acting as chaperone for the evening," she replied coolly, "I watched the performance with a friend of mine...Evie Clemence."
But the girls were intent on embarrassing Rebecca, and were not to be put off so easily.
"Who?" asked Cleo, an incredulous grin on her face, "I think I would just die if I had to go out with my maid, did the fat old woman snore throughout?" she sneered.
Rebecca was losing patience with the pair, but the memory of last night at the opera was starting to stir strange feelings inside of her.
"Actually," she said sweetly, through gritted teeth, "Nana appreciates fine opera, but as I said, she kindly gave up her ticket to my friend, Evie."
The girls laughed and continued to mock her, but Rebecca was struggling to concentrate on what they were saying. Once again she was starting to feel strange sensations in her private parts, and the green eyes of Evie seemed to be burning in her mind. She looked across at the pair of blondes and suddenly she found she was imagining them naked, wrapped around each other, kissing, touching and gasping for breath as orgasms thundered through their delicate frames. Rebecca gasped in shock and went bright red.
"Ahhh," said Claudine in a babyish voice, "poor little 'becca is getting upset..."
The sensation of desire suddenly began to well up inside Rebecca and soon she could take it no more. She quickly excused herself from the conversation and ran from the room, the girls' laughter ringing in her ears. She ran into the hall towards the toilet, but was shocked to see three other girls waiting outside it, each looking slightly embarrassed. Rebecca had to find somewhere private to be, anywhere would do. She bolted for the stairs and climbed them as quickly as she could, bursting through the first door she found.
It was a bedroom, possibly a spare bedroom as their appeared to be no personal belongings in here. Rebecca quickly sat down on the side of the bed and began to rub her mound through the many layers of clothes. Her breathing quickened and it felt good but it was not enough. Her mind raced; she could not possibly strip in a stranger's house, but to be found with her hand up her own dress was surely just as bad. Just then then door opened and Rebecca gave a yelp of surprise.
It was one of the servants, a man in his forties with a large belly. He was sweaty and quite ugly, and he was looking with an unnatural interest at Rebecca sat on the bed.
"Why hello, dear," he said closing the door behind him, "got a bit lost did we?"
"I-I was l-looking for the toilet and-" stuttered Rebecca.
"Oh yes?" he said grinning, "and you ended up in 'ere, all on your own."
The man walked across to her and stood in front of her.
"Don't be silly, little girl," he said, sneering and cradling her chin, "I can see from your face it was something else you wanted in this little room, eh?"
"No-no," Rebecca said, trying to stand up and get away, "I was just-"
Just then the man reached down and grabbed at Rebecca's privates, causing her to give an astonished shriek, but despite her surprise Rebecca felt a jolt of pleasure jerk through her body at his touch.
