The three travelers were moving quick to Independence, traveling in a special altered railroad car. A fresh made wall had split the car in two, a white door on the left of a long buffet built against it and a wide wardrobe on the buffet's right. All the seats had been removed, replaced by two settees nestled into the front corner and four wing backed chairs. A low table fronted the settees', a larger table made for serving food or playing cards set in the opposite corner of the settees.
The windows were trimmed in special cut wood and still had a slight smell of white stain: the walls decorated in red and gold flock wallpaper; the floor covered in matching red n black rugs.
Crawford and Sons had done a remarkable job in such a short time.
Tiffany Ann sat on one settee, Anna Ruth on the other. A hand painted china teapot rested on the low table with its matching creamer, sugar bowl and saucers. Both had their cups in hand as they chatted quietly and pointed out what ever might be interesting in the passing scenery.
Lucas sat across the short distance between them in one of the leather wingback chairs admiring both of the ladies in their rich colored dresses and matching hats. The last three days had a good part of Winding Creek doing this, that and the other for Tiffany Ann and Ruth. By the time they boarded the train for Independence, a good part of the town knew Lucas was traveling east.
Those that knew Linda Jean never leaving their ranch and those that didn't had their own ideas as to why Mrs. Bennett was traveling with the tall, wide shouldered Lucas. Most thought pretty much the same, but those thoughts were kept low quiet or not spoken of at all. Anna Ruth Taylor was simply returning home.
Ruth traveling with the pair had been a tale of two schemes.
Tiffany Ann wanted to hurt Sally Tart. Learning about how close the two were, taking Anna Ruth along with them would give her a chance to do just that. Sally was feathering her own nest by allowing her Lover to get as close to Lucas as she could. Lucas was going to enjoy Ruth as he liked until Sally asked him not to. Besides, her little submissive being away allowed her to focus entirely on the tasks she had been charged with.
It was no longer then it takes a hummingbird to move from one flower to the next that Lucas sorted this all out.
Tiffany, pouting up at him with his rock hard, red tipped cock wet with her efforts in her small hand had suggested she'd have someone to spend time with while he tended to business.
Lucas had agreed.
Sally was sharing how Ruth's teachings were going as she asked Lucas what she should try next. Lucas never batted an eye, gifting her a short, three tailed riding crop to try.
He'd save a few other things that came to mind for their shared trip to Cincinatti...
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When the train stopped in Stillwater, Lucas took both the ladies to the loading platform outside the small train station. Keeping them far enough away from the now soft rumbling, spit steaming locomotive, they watched the fireman swing the long, wide pipe from under the water tower to over the tender just behind it. A hard jerk on a wood handled chain sent water into the tender. Both ladies watched the water rushing into it, soon seeing the water spill over its fill hatch. The chain was released and the water stopped.
Lucas looked at Anna Ruth.
"This is StillWater; not much more than a 'jerkwater' town."
She soft smiled and turned her attention to the smoke-stained engineer as he moved around the locomotive, filling the many brass cups with a very long spouted oil can.
"Nothing much more to see here ladies."
The wide smiling conductor offered each lady his hand as they boarded the train. After Tiffany Ann had stepped into their car, Anna Ruth turned around to look at Lucas.
"Thank you."
Lucas soft smiled...
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Sally Tart had watched from behind her drapes as the threesome left to board the train. She and Ruth agreed to say their goodbyes in the privacy of their room. It was safe there; no need to get Tiffany all riled up before they left. Ruth was packed the night before, her trunk and two hat boxes waiting near the door when Joel had come to fetch them.
The rest of the evening they'd spent together, cuddled into each other's arms, whispering their thinking and wondering what the future might bring. Ruth was near worn out after the intense time they shared together just after Joel had claimed the leather strapped trunk; him trying not to look as Ruth slow brushed her hair in front of the vanity.
Sally had been a gentle rough with her submissive after that, using the crop to tease her pale flesh, light stinging her skin; careful not to mark her. Sally wanted her as virginal looking as possible when Tiffany Ann finally seduced her. Lucas would love it even more if he could relive their first time together, this time with two submissives. That did not limit Sally's attention to her near always damp 'kitty' as they often referred to the wispy hair covered mound now trimmed short on her 'sweet little pussy'.
Sally loved toying with her sex, bringing Anna Ruth so very close and then denying her release. She'd nibble on her breasts after that denial, caressing Ruth's firm flesh under her mouth, stroking her tummy and the top of her thighs, never touching her aching 'kitty'.
When she would finally give Ruth her permission to cum, Sally would eek out every
last emotion she could while Ruth's body trembled with her climax, Sally's hands staying busy and her soft words loving and praising. Their shared time tonight had been especially intimate after the best session they had ever had. It was only the second time she been told and allowed to call Sally, 'Mistress'; Sally making her final instructions clear...
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More then one resident of Independence took pause to look at the tall black dressed man in the silver vest escorting two near beautiful women: one on his arm and the other close with them. Both ladies were dressed more then well, their ostrich feather decorated hats catching the gentle breeze moving along with the Missouri River.
They had left their hotel and were chatting as their driver and a porter wrestled to unload their two trunks, a large standing leather bag and several hat boxes.
One of the ladies wore a bluebird-colored long skirt and jacket trimmed in the same black as her ostrich feather. Her white blouse moved gentle with her as she gazed up at the handsome man, her black gloved hand moving here and there, the other never leaving his arm.
The other woman wore a maroon satin dress also trimmed in black. Her hem line were high enough you could see her black leather shoes with the two-inch heels. The feather in her matching hat were black too, more pointed back then up. The feather matched the lace and gauze covering her low, squared neckline. She had her arm looped though the man's arm, her black lace covered hands locked over the crook of the tall man's elbow.
The man's black, flat brimmed hat had a slight curl up on its sides, his sand-colored hair a little long and pushed back over the collar of his white linen shirt. A black string tie and silver vest under a squared jaw and hard green eyes showed a sure confidence in who he was.
The three travelers cut an impressive sight as they were led to the moored steamboat along the raised wood walkway. Tiffany Ann, blue eyes wide and red stained lips slightly parted, were overwhelmed.
The Cincinatti Queen with her four decks were as tall as the brown brick Gregory Hotel they'd spent the night in. Mostly white, it was trimmed in bright red, including the massive paddle wheel behind it. Twin black smokestacks sent long grey smoke trails twisting into the air and then floated high behind it.
A dark blue dressed man with shining brass buttons on both sides of his coat and a white, brass decorated hat tucked under his arm greeted them. They walked over a hanging walkway, its rails painted white, the top one the same bright red. A white gloved hand was offered as Tiffany Ann took the small step down off the gangway.
