Hi, yes, that`s right it`s me, Lexi, your very own London sex trade worker. You will remember, I hope, my goings on first at Blatchinghampton Grange and then at the luxurious Hampstead home of my employer Lady Berniece Brewerton where we staged private sex parties for women and also planned major orgiastic events in premises owned by Berniece in the City of London. My last story concerned such an event: this next one is very different, though I hope you will find it just as raunchy.
It was not long after the big event that I was summoned to see Berniece.
"Come in, Lexy, darling." She said as I knocked on her office door. "Sexy and desirable as ever, I see. I could rip your knickers off now, though I doubt you are wearing any, and give your lovely cunt a good seeing too, but I have to restrain myself and business calls.
I have a job for you which will demand your skills as a seductress. One of out regular clients has referred a friend to us. This woman is uncertain as to her sexuality and needs to try lesbian activity in the privacy of her own home. You, my lovely bit of cunt, are the perfect agent to help this woman cross into our territory.
She has a large house in Totteridge, maybe not as luxurious as this one, but impressive all the same. She is a widow aged about forty--coy as to her age--and she has one step daughter who is away at University, The only name you need to know is that she is called Abigail. You will spend a long weekend with her starting this Friday. Pack a case with suitable clothing--revealing stuff-- you know the score. Also you may need to take along some sex toys and a lady shaver kit, as I don`t know whether she is hairy or not.
One of the company cars will take you to the house on Friday afternoon and pick you up on Monday morning. Should you succeed in your mission you will get a handsome bonus as this woman is wealthy and she`s the sort of client who could well ask us to stage sex parties for her here, so do your best, you sexy little whore."
I did as I was told and in due course I was delivered to the house in Totteridge. Before ringing the door bell I took a good look at the property. It appeared to date from the early years of the Twentieth Century and it was indeed impressive, even more so because of its beautifully maintained grounds. It was obviously the home of a wealthy woman, and I could well appreciate why Berniece would want to have her as a client.
I rang the bell and the door was shortly thereafter opened. I saw my hostess. a tall, elegantly and expensively dressed woman wearing a white silk blouse and black silk trousers which revealed a shapely, if somewhat busty, figure. Her auburn hair was dressed in a French Knot. Her facial features were finely chiselled and they sat well within the triangle of her brow and chin. I had to admit that she was, at first sight anyway, an attractive woman and it crossed my mind to wonder what she might look like naked.
Any such thoughts were dispelled when she welcomed me in a voice that was clearly cultured and used to command respect.
"You must be Lexy, I`m Abigail. Please come in, I was about to make tea and I hope you will join me before we take your case to your room. I hope you like Earl Grey tea."
Given my birth and up bringing I was hardly aware of what Earl Grey tea was, though I vaguely associated it with being "posh." I followed Abigail into what she called the blue drawing room and took a seat at her direction. A table was laid with cups without handles and there was a kettle plugged into the mains.
"I`m afraid I don`t use the traditional Chinese method of making tea," she drawled, "so I hope you will be OK with tea bags?"
I nodded my assent. She proceeded to boil water, place the tea bags in the cups and pour the hot water over them, allowing the brew to stand for a few minutes during which neither of us spoke so I was able to take in the luxury of the room before I was handed a cup to drink.
I was uncertain how to do this having been allowed in childhood to take my tea in quite generous gulps, so I watched my hostess and copied her. Actually the drink was not bad, quite unlike anything I had drunk before.
"I hope you enjoyed that," she enquired in her drawling manner, and without waiting for my reply said, "Tell me about yourself. If I`m going to engage in sexual experimentation I need to know at least more than just something about my partner."
Noting how direct and commanding her manner was I gave her a brief resume of my life, skipping over my birth, upbringing and education as swiftly as possible to concentrate on how I had become a worker in the sex trade and what my duties were now I was based in London.
"So," she said nonchalantly, "I take it you are highly sexually experienced with women, despite your age, and are very capable of giving pleasure?"
"And receiving it," I replied with a degree of confidence I was surprised to find I had.
"Well, so far so good," she sighed. "I think you should know something about me. I have been a widow for about five years, Alan, my late husband was somewhat older than me. We had been business associates for some time before we married. Our investments include domestic, commercial and industrial properties. I had helped him build up his property holdings and our association became, shall I say, more than that of colleagues.
Alan was then married to his first wife who suffered from a rare debilitating illness which rendered her hospitalised and increasingly unable to recognise anyone. Alan might have been able to seek a divorce but was unwilling to do so as she was a Catholic, and you know the attitude of her Church on the issue of divorce. So we waited for her death before we solemnised our union.
They had only one child, a daughter, Louise, who has recently begun post graduate work at Cambridge where she now lives. Out of the provision Alan and I made for her via our company she owns a property in Cambridge, though she does visit here from time to time. She was aware of her Mother`s condition from an early age, and was sent to boarding school as Alan did not feel able to care for her at home. She was also aware of her Father`s relationship with me.
I am pleased to say we get on more than just reasonably well. I do not say we are very close in a Step Mother- Step Daughter sort of way, but we are close enough as friends for her to have told me that she considers herself to be bi-sexual. I have to ask myself whether that is one of the reasons why I am now questioning my own sexuality.
Sex with my late husband was quite regular until his health began to fail and up till then I found it quite satisfying. In addition I had engaged in sex with a few other men before Alan and I became "associated."
