It was a month later that outside events took a hand in my affairs. With the fact that the girls worked late. It was only myself and Pauline that were up this morning where, after my gym session, she made me my breakfast and I was drinking my coffee. I was reading the Daily Telegraph when I turned the page to where they always had their obituary column and saw a picture of my father, the Earl of Brue. My heart stopped for a moment as my brain took this in. The miserable old sod had kicked the bucket and I quickly scanned it to find out that he'd died of a heart attack the day before yesterday.
I quickly went through to my study and phoned the castle and got Peterson on the other end. He was the head butler and asked to speak to my brother. He spoke platitudes and said that they had been trying to reach me ever since the old man died. He then put the phone down and went to find Edward.
Where the hell are you?' he shouted down the phone. We've been ringing the house for ages and getting no reply!' That was the house I owned in Hanover Square he was talking about. I'd never told them about my second London home in Bedford Square where I was currently living.
`Well I'm here now and just read about dad in the newspaper. You must be pleased,' I said maliciously, because he was now the current Earl of Brue.
`That's a horrid thing to say,' he shouted down at me.
`Bollocks! You've always crowed to me how you were the next in line and couldn't wait to become the Earl. Well now you've got it. When are you burying him?' He blustered on for a bit knowing that what I had said was true before he calmed down and told me that the funeral would be in five days time.
This would be in our own crypt in the castle grounds, the service would be held in the chapel and that my presence was required. Reluctantly I agreed and said that I would be bringing a friend and would only stay the one night for I didn't want him gloating all over me again as he used to do in the past.
I rang off and felt a twinge of remorse that the old bugger and I never did see eye to eye for he always doted on Edward and gave no thought to me at all. But after all that's said and done, he had still been my father and the least I could do was to go down there and see him buried.
I had unconsciously said of taking down a friend for I didn't think he would start crowing over me with a third party being there, and I then had some wicked thoughts come into my mind. The more that I thought on it the more it became attractive to me to bring my smug brother down a peg or two. I thought about it all morning and at lunch when all the girls were down to eat I spoke up.
`Belle. How would you like to visit a castle?' I said as an opener.
`A castle? Whatever for?' she answered.
`Well it's really for a funeral but it's also to see where I was born and meet the new Earl who happens to be my brother.' I gave it some time for this little bombshell to be assimilated.
`You're the son of an Earl?' she said with bated breath.
`Yes, but I wasn't the next in line so I didn't think it worth mentioning.'
Didn't think it worth mentioning?' she almost screamed out. I thought you were just some sort of a playboy, not the son of an Earl! Did you hear that girls? We've been fucking with the son of an Earl and we're in his stable!'
Was,' I said quite quietly. I am now the brother of an Earl and I don't see what difference that makes.'
`Are you the next in line then?' asked Joy.
`Yes, I suppose I am for he's not married yet. My brother that is.'
`Well I'll bump him off for you if you make me the next duchess or whatever it is,' she cried. We all laughed at this though they did go on about how they would like to make me the Earl, each getting more ridiculous as they went on.
Okay, enough is enough,' I cried, still laughing at the last outrageous suggestion. Whose night off is it?'
They had now fallen into a pattern where every girl had one night off a week from work and that would be the one that was in my bed that night for I left the supervision of the girls on the street to Jock. They all looked at each other and it was Pauline who perked up saying that they were all working tonight except her, so she was the one who would be sharing my bed.
She had boundless energy since she was now living with us and had more than I could cope with but accepted that it was her turn once again. She had come on in leaps and bounds since her first time with me and now there was no holding her back in the bedroom.
When the others had gone off to work, she cleared away the dinner things and quickly dragged me up to my bedroom where she did a dance to her humming a striptease tune as she disrobed. Then she took my clothes off and went down and sucked on me avidly, bringing it up even harder that it had been before. She was a nymph now in bed and couldn't get enough of my cock in whatever orifice I wanted to put it.
She was down on me at its first appearance and was now using her teeth in an almost expert fashion. Christ, I thought. When she hits the streets she'll have men queuing at her door for what she could do with her mouth and lithe body. She'd been with us for over two weeks before I found out that she was double jointed which meant that she could bend herself over and suck upon her own sex parts. Well lick more than suck, but it made for a good exhibition when she did this to show me just what she could do. Ever since that first day in the gym where I had her in front of Sheila, she was now quite at home showing off herself to any audience that cared to watch. The others laughed it off to her youth and gave her the benefit of the doubt for I had made it quite clear that she was not going to be favoured above any of them when it came down to me. So she was tolerated and at least she was now on the pill and I didn't have to use a condom when I was with her, except for the anal sex side of things.
My mind wasn't with her when she had her mouth attached to my cock that evening, sucking and tonguing away. It was with my brother and what I thought I could do to bring him down a peg or two and thought that I had come up with the answer.
With this set in my mind, I gave myself up to the pleasure that Pauline was giving me with her mouth and tongue and was pleased at how expertly she was becoming and taking my seed and now could roll it around in her mouth with pleasure before swallowing it and then begging for more. Though she was still only fourteen years of age, I had no compunction about fucking her and bringing her to more than one orgasm during our sessions together.
The day for the funeral came round and we made arrangements for the girls to be collected by somebody else for I had Jock drive Belle and myself down to the castle in Somerset.
`Wow,' Belle breathed out when she first saw the pile as we approached it along the drive.
`How would you like to be the Lady of the castle?' I asked in a joking fashion.
`If you were the Earl then the answer would be most definite,' she replied.
`What about Edward? If you married him, you would then be the Lady of Brue and we could still get together at later dates if you played your cards right.' What she didn't know was that I had already started the ball rolling in this respect. I'd engaged a butler for the house in Hanover Square for him to recruit a maid and a cook. This was a surprise I was going to spring on her later after I saw how the land lay when I saw my brother with her at my side. She looked magnificent in the clothes that I had her buy for this one night stay at the castle and I gave myself good odds for pulling this one off. By knowing my brother and his penchant for wanting whatever I had or possessed, he would want to take her away from me like he had always done with things in our childhood.
Peterson was there on the steps to greet us when we pulled up on the gravelled drive at the main entrance having been alerted by the lodge that we had entered the grounds.
Welcome home sir,' he said in way of a greeting. It's been too long since we've seen you.'
`Thank you Peterson, and you're right, it's been too long. This is my friend Annabelle,' for which I got a strange look from Belle as I said this as she got out of the car. Peterson bowed and greeted her as he did Jock when I explained that he wasn't a chauffeur but a devoted friend who had driven us down.
It's a sad occasion that brings you back to us sir,' Peterson said, but we were all pleased that you consented to come.'
`Thank the others for me, but sadly, we'll only be staying for the one night,' I replied. Long enough I hoped for what I had in mind. He led us upstairs, me to my old bedroom of course and the others to rooms that adjoined mine. I quickly shooed out the maid that I had fucked a couple of times when I was a youngster there, giving her a kiss to show that I still felt something for her.
I went into Belle's room to see another maid that I'd had carnal knowledge of too and sat down to watch as her small suitcase was unpacked and the things hung up in the big wardrobe.
`Why did you ever leave such a place?' Belle asked me, her voice filled with awe.
`The time and circumstances. I wasn't in line to inherit and so I was somewhat excluded from things,' and I left it at that. I still think that Belle, not being dumb, got what I was alluding to. I then, when the maid had smiled at us both and left the room, took Belle's hand and sat her down on the bed beside me.
`Now whatever I say today, just follow my lead and don't contradict me in anyway. It'll only be for your own good,' I said, getting a puzzled look in exchange. I left it at that and wouldn't enlighten her any further. I gave her a kiss as she began to get dressed for the funeral and went along to see Jock. I told him not to react in any way to whatever I might say that night and just go along with me. I left him puzzled too.
We went downstairs a few minutes later when Belle was ready, to be greeted by my brother and I introduced Belle as Annabelle, a friend and daughter of some old friends of mine and Jock as another friend and confidant of mine. Edward shook both of their hands and looked speculative at the ravishing looking Belle and I saw the gleam in his eye that I had expected to see.
We attended the mournful experience of seeing my father placed in the crypt and having to suffer the eulogies that followed in the sermon until we could get back to the castle for the funeral feast. That in itself was a laugh, the parsimonious bastard of a brother putting out such a paltry repast for those that had attended the service. I said nothing and shook many hands of people that I had known in my youth and remarked to each one at how young they looked and wished that I had seen much more of them. Most of them believed the sincerity that I portrayed in this which suited my book and it brought them more to my side as being the slighted brother and son of the late Earl.
With everything finished and all of the other personages gone, none being offered accommodation overnight, myself and my party, this he could not deny. Dinner with just the five of us was a bit stilted but at least our plates were put down and not thrust down as they were for Edward and Françoise. They didn't appear to notice this but I did which made my heart warm.
`How did you come to meet this lovely Annabelle?' he asked me during the meal.
Oh, that was, what, three, four years ago when I left the army. I was at a loose end and bumped into her in a market in Cannes. I saw she was just about to be ripped off at a purchase she was making and I stepped in and stopped it and got her the right price. I was thanked and invited back to her yacht. Not hers,' I laughed, but that of her parents. I had a good time and we've been friends ever since. Especially since they were lost along with the yacht in a hurricane a year ago in the Caribbean. The estate, in Lincolnshire had to be sold because of death duties and she's been passed along many friends in the hope of finding a place to settle down. Well I've solved that for her for I've let her have the house in Hanover Square to live in till she can find somewhere more suitable.' I could see a quirky smile on her face as I said this but she kept it hidden from Edward.
My condolences on your loss,' he said most insincerely, for I know what it is like to lose both parents, one being not so long ago for me and why we are here now.' He patted her hand.
You sanctimonious prick I thought as he carried on in this vein for a few minutes. I then butted in to ask how was it now that he felt to being the Earl of Brue and all that it entailed. He bored us with how onerous his duties would now be to look after the estate and the people dependant on his largesse, so much that I wanted to throw up.
The meal finally came to an end and at a wink from me, Belle asked to be excused for she wished to go to bed and Jock too at my sign said the same, followed by Françoise. They left the table after thanking Edward and left the two of us alone.
So,' Edward began, what's with you and Miss Annabelle?' he asked as I thought he would for she had never looked so radiant with the clothes that I had bought for her for this occasion.
Not much,' I replied. When she came to me rather at a loose end, I felt sorry for her. What with having been shown such friendship from her parents, I couldn't but help her in her time of need. The estate she used to live on had to be sold which gave her just a bare pittance to live on and so I did the best thing by offering her a home until she could become settled again.' I was only too glad to pass back the port seeing that he'd had quite a few already.
`Well you must fancy her to bring her along with you,' he said.
`Yes, I suppose I do. I might get round to proposing to her one day, for she is rather good in bed,' I said.
`So she's good in bed and you haven't proposed to her?'
`No. I've not much to offer her really, you know, what with the life she used to have. An estate, servants, a family yacht and the world at her feet until it was rudely pulled away like a carpet by a hurricane.'
How sad,' he said in such an innocent voice that his eyes belied and I knew that I'd hooked him. You say she's staying at Hanover Square?'
`Yes. It's the least I could do for her in the straits she's found herself. I hope that sometime in the future she'll accept my overtures to marriage.'
`Yes,' he said in a musing tone, deep in thought that I knew was shallow and not as deep as mine was, for I knew that with making my intentions known, he would revert to type and try and take away from me something that I cherished. Well the laugh would be on him if he did so, for I would love to see him get married to Belle not knowing that he'd gotten himself a prostitute.
It was a peaceful night for all of us for I didn't go to Belle's room and neither did he for I think he would wait and inveigle his way into Hanover Square.
He was at his most affable at breakfast, fussing over getting the plate for her and helping her to select what she should eat for breakfast. I smiled inwardly and nodded to her to accept what was being offered her and later in the car on the way back to London, hailed her as being the mistress of Brue castle in the very near future.
`You set me up,' she rounded on me during the drive.
`So! Isn't it the dream of every girl to be wooed and then get wedded to a belted Earl?' I said.
I'd rather belt you,' she replied. Why didn't you say something earlier?'
Look. There's nothing I could give you that my brother couldnt. You would become a Lady. The lady of an Earl and to live and run a castle. Isn't that what all girls dream of?'
Yes,' she drawled out the word, but I'd rather it was you,' she said.
`Well even if you do marry him, we could still get together and have our fun. How would he know? You can have your cake and eat it too if you would only just give it some thought,' I said, planting germs of the future into her mind. The fact that she didn't answer me straight away told me that some of these germs had already taken root.
`Do...do you think he really fancies me?' she asked.
`Hoho. Knowing my brother, most definitely,' I replied. I didn't say that because she was going with me he would make it his main interest in life to take her away from me like he did with my toys.
`Which brings me to ask why did you introduce me as Annabelle and create a fictional family for me?' she asked.
`I thought it sounded more romantic. You losing your birthplace with death duties and throwing yourself onto my mercies for the unforeseeable future. I even went as far as to say that I had romantic notions towards you.'
`To what end?' she asked. I skirted the question.
`Would you like to be known as Lady Deauville? To live in a real castle and become nobility?'
`Well...'
`Think of it! House of Lords and their banquets to which you could attend by being the wife of Edward, Earl of Brue.'
`You want me to marry your brother?' she asked in amazement.
`I didn't say so in as many words, but, yes, the intention was there and I'd bet my last dollar that he will start making overtures towards you.'
`Why?' she asked. The key question which I could not truthfully answer.
`Think of what you would hold! I can't offer you a quarter of what he can. Position, status, a castle to live in and, a lover on the side,' I tacked on lamely at the end. This latter was a calculated gamble, making it as an afterthought for I knew she was not as dumb as some people thought. It was this that somewhat mollified her and gave her food for thought. I let the silence go on for half an hour before I spoke again.
`Now we'll both move into the house in Hanover Square and act as friends in front of the staff. I'm not going to stop you working for the time being for we'll leave the house together of an evening and go to Bedford Square and I'll stay there till you've finished work and we'll both return to Hanover Square. I'll guarantee that Edward will contact you within two weeks on an ostensible visit to London if I know my brother.'
She looked at me askance, her brow furrowed as she tried to look deeper into what I was proposing but not coming up with what I had in mind.
What you are saying,' she said very slowly, getting her words together so that it was perfectly clear to both of us, is that you want me to marry your brother and become the lady of the castle?'
`In a nutshell, yes.'
`Why? That's what I can't understand.'
`Look Belle. I can't give you a better standard of living than he can as well as having a name and title. All kinds of doors would be open to you that have locks that I could never pick. I'm giving you a chance to have and live what all streetwalkers dream. To marry into riches and position and throwing in a castle at the same time. If you don't want it, I bet any of the other girls would give their left tit for it if I asked them.'
`Why would he want me?' she asked with a bewildered expression.
`Because I said that I might have plans to marry you myself.'
`You didn't?' she breathed out, her voice having a catch in it.
`I did,' I replied with a smile.
`Did you mean it?'
`No.'
`You two faced bastard! Why not?' she asked as she slapped me on the arm.
`Darling Belle, I was thinking of you. With me saying that, I know that he will pursue you just to take you away from me. That's what he's always done throughout his life with me. Whatever I had, he wanted, and nearly always took it away from me by force or guile. So I have set up the scenario where you can rise to the top of the heap. If you want it, that is. We can still get together whenever you wanted for sex or whatever. I was thinking of you when I said what I did to him.'
`Oh, so you get nothing out of this but revenge for boyhood slights and my body?'
Yes,' I grinned. He gets to get a girl that I literally picked up from the gutter and I can get to cuckold him whenever you feel like you need a real man to fuck you. I can't put it any bluntly than that.'
`I won't do it!' she said.
`Then say goodbye to the easy life of Hanover Square and move out of Bedford Square tonight. I'll give notice to the butler, maid and cook and you can go back to fending for yourself. I'll speak to the girls and see what they want to do. Will they give up my protection and go under the regime of Danny Brewer by following you or will they stay and live in the security I have provided for them?'
`That's blackmail!'
`No it isn't! It's fact. If I gave any of the others the chance of this I can bet you that they would all jump at what is being offered, so think on it before you answer or would you rather wait to hear which way the others would jump? Just think on it.'
She slumped back into the corner of the car deep in thought and didn't say another word for the rest of the journey to London. Still nothing was said when we arrived in Bedford Square. I helped her out of the car and Jock went off to park it as we went into the house. It was late afternoon and the first person I saw as we entered was Pauline who threw herself into my arms and kissed me. I was greeted in a similar fashion by the other girls who had been sitting in the lounge, getting kisses and hugs as if I'd been away for weeks instead of a day and a half.
I made all the girls stay there by saying I had something to say to them and I went and poured out generous drinks for all, giving the last glass to Belle who took it with a sulky face.
I looked at each girl in turn, Vera, Sheila, Joy, Carol and Pauline and raised my glass to each as I steadily looked at them as if I was looking at brood mares which in fact they were, being of my stable.
`Girls. If I was to offer you the chance to marry an Earl and for you to be able to live a life of luxury in a castle, what would you say?' The answer was deaf defying in the responses from yes, me, when, please and yes yet again from all there except Belle. It was to her I turned and gave her a look that I'd once seen portrayed by James Stewart in The Glen Miller Story when he was being reprimanded by his superior officer about his band leader tactics. That lifting of the eyebrows and assuming an expression of asking what was it you were saying? To me, one of the best bits of the film and that was the pose I struck when I was looking then at Belle.
She looked back at me with a blank expression at first before she broke into a wide grin.
`You low down conniving son of a bitch that was spawned by the devil himself,' she said.
`Do you accept?' I asked, keeping my distance until she said the word I wanted to hear.
`Yes. Only because I know that all these bitches here would crawl over me if I didn't.' I then moved forward and took her into my arms and kissed her.
`You'll not regret it for I'll always be there for you,' I said.
So now all I had to do was sit back and wait for the inevitable. I took Belle the next day to my house in Hanover Square and introduced her to the butler I had hired and the maid and cook that I hadn't, learning their names myself for the first time. I too moved back into my other home and so we lived as friends as far as the staff were concerned. That we were picked up by a car every evening became an accepted event and for us to return in the early hours of the morning. That we stopped off at Bedford Square for her to change into her eye catching working gear and then go off to work, Hanover Square didn't know of this.
I would then spend the evening with which ever girl whose night off it was, to fuck suck and be sucked until the working day finished and Belle returned to change for us to go back to Hanover Square. Edward had his castle and I had mine though I think I was getting the better of mine than he was of his.
I might have mislead you a little about me sucking any of the girls for there was only one that I would put my mouth to and that was Pauline. She was the only one that I would actually go down on and I let her know this which raised her slightly above the others in the sexual rating to her way of thinking. I made sure she still phoned her parents once a week and she was most enthusing at how well she was getting on in her job and getting a big thrill out of it every day. She embroidered it by saying that she was now the housekeeper to the son of an Earl and thoroughly enjoyed working underneath him. She pursed her lips and stuck the tip of her tongue out to me when she said this over the phone and I couldn't help but laugh at the pleasure she had gotten from being able to say such a risqué thing.
What made it more delightful was that when she'd put the phone down, she'd come over and unzip my trousers and suck on me till I was erect and then get astride of me and sink down on me and fuck herself by using my cock for this purpose. That she'd gotten herself an orgasm was really her own doing but I accepted the kisses and gratitude for her having had one whilst on top of me. Young as she was, she was turning out to be a right raver and getting more beautiful as she grew both in body and mind.
As predicted, three weeks later, Edward phoned Hanover Square saying that he was visiting London for a few days and upon her. I was there when the call came and I saw her face and nodded that she should. She put on a delightful voice and said that she would feel most honoured and that if he wished, could stay at the house whilst he was in London. You could almost hear him chuckle over the phone at this.
Milk him was the only words of advice I could give her and absented myself and went back to Bedford Square whilst he was in town. I had Joy the next day, using all three orifices that she had to both our mutual enjoyment.
My absence at Hanover Square was explained of being of a business nature for which Edward was delighted and began to woo Belle in a gentlemanly fashion, but only to the whispered words and stolen kisses on this first visit. He called no less than four times over the next three months before he confessed that he had fallen in love with her and finally got her to go to bed with him.
Jumping ahead slightly, he bedded Belle three times before he proposed to her and a week after that she accepted him.
In the meantime, she was still peddling herself on Charing Cross Road and having me when it was her turn and had come to accept her fate and was now really looking forward to becoming Lady Deauville of Brue Castle.
While this was going on, something happened which was nothing to do with us but had some bearing in the future was that Danny Brewer got himself killed in some kind of gang warfare.
Now this led to a meeting between two other men and myself in regard to the string of girls that he had been controlling. Belle had been instrumental in setting this up because the girls of the late Danny's string did not want to become part of any of the other two men's stable and voted to come under my wing. Now I knew nothing of this at the time but it was put on my plate almost as a fait accompli.
Belle, who was the head of my stable had got together with Dana, the head of Danny's women and Belle had talked Dana into coming over to me as the better option than being controlled by the other two men who wished to take over.
Between Belle, Dana and Jock, a meeting was set up in, due to Jock running interference, a pub where I sometimes had my fights. It was supposed to be neutral ground which it was, though because of Jock, I was in the ascendance when we finally got together. When the other two men learned who I really was, namely Gentleman Jim, they withdrew their objections to my taking over Danny's stable and so now became the owner of a stable of a total of eighteen girls.
The territory these girls had controlled through Danny covered the lower end of Charing Cross Road down into Piccadilly and up to Leicester Square. It was a lucrative section of the city and Belle herself recruited another six girls to complete the coverage and demand that the area required. So I was soon in control of twenty four girls of all races and different creeds.
This created a headache to protect this amount of girls from outside predators and so Jock became my head of security and set up a system of minders. The money coming in was phenomenal from these girls and it only took one word of complaint from any one of them for it to be dealt with swiftly and visibly to ensure their safe being. Jock's men were ruthless in this and soon my girls became untouchables in their sphere of work.