It had been days since Charles departed from our first encounter.
Madame Wolfe, the proprietor of Company House, to which all we courtesans reside, entered my room. She was a curvy woman probably always has been and that's what made her a very successful courtesan. Success for a courtesan means how in demand you are.
Myself, I had just finished bathing and sat naked as the day I was born in front of my mirror. My long crimson hair trailing down my back.
"Good heavens, woman! Do you ever knock?" Through the mirror I could see she was breathing heavily. Her bosom threatening to fall out of her low cut violet gown. She looked stunning in rich colors, as did I.
"There is a letter from one of your patrons." She announced. She closed the door. No doubt this was new to her and therefore nothing in the Rules stated anything about letters and how to handle these matters. The Rules were there only to protect the patron, not the whore, however glorified or whatever her title.
Madame Wolfe handed me the letter. I looked up at her. She only gave me a stern look. I had seen that look only once. Any courtesan of Company House got that look only once. I do not think I was in any kind of trouble, but that look meant one thing. "Remember the Rules." She turned and with the sweeping sound of taffeta on my carpet she left, the door slamming behind her.
At this point I then decided to read the address label. There was my name Miss Rose in fancy cursive. In a similar hand was written Charles von Black II. I gasped. I didn't know the meaning of his family name at the time but I had a feeling it was the same Charles. I held the letter to my chest. I prayed it was him. I opened the letter and read, his voice echoing in my mind, a faint whisper:
Dearest Rose,
I apologize for not having written to you sooner. I have a hunch no one will read this, so I feel and I fully express myself, that I cannot in person. As you can tell by the title on the letter, I'm from a little well-off family, we have an estate and acres of beautiful land. If I'm not working, I'm on my horse riding off on some adventure.
Rose, I have missed you and thought about you. At night I find myself tossing and turning, burning for your touch. I wish you had spoken more because your voice turned me into butter and I was fully yours when clearly you were fully mine. I ached for your company every night, your breasts, your cock, your lips... but more importantly, your eyes. Green like the pastures.
On such a night I imagined our bodies entwining. Your full erect cock bobbing before my face, throbbing. I'm tied up one the bed on my back as you sit on my chest forcefeeding me your large rod. You pleasure me at the same time with one hand. We cum simultaneously...
