In between the wooing of Belle by Edward, three other events took place, unrelated but made a change for me. The first was one evening when I got into the car with Jock to go and drive round to see that the girls were all okay. We drove out of the square going down a familiar street and at almost the exact place where I picked up Belle, I saw a man knock out a woman.
Instead of falling into the gutter, she was slammed into the house railings and slumped down onto the pavement. I got Jock to stop the car and I jumped out and at my shout, the man ran off and I went over to the woman lying there spark out.
I picked her up and carried her to the car and had Jock drive me back home where I carried her upstairs calling to Pauline to come and help me. The young woman was out cold and I laid her down on a bed in one of the spare rooms and saw that she was dressed like a hooker and wondered what she was doing down that particular street, it being off the main road and not a likely place to make a pick up.
I left her with Pauline to clean up and went back downstairs and told Jock to go off and check on the girls while I stayed at home to wait for the girl to come round. I went back indoors to find Pauline coming down the stairs.
You'd better come up,' she said to me, but didn't say why, and so I followed her back up to that bedroom and went in. I thought you'd better see this,' she said and then lifted up the girl's dress and I was stunned to see male genitalia there. It was a bloody transvestite I'd picked up. `Do we take his clothes off or leave him like this?' she asked me.
`Get them off and tuck him up till he comes round,' I said, and then helped her get the dress and female gear off and left them on a chair as Pauline tucked him up and said that she would stay there till he came round. She had got a bowl of water and a cloth and was wiping his face and then holding a cold cloth to his face where he'd been struck when I went downstairs to get a drink.
I'd heard of transvestites before and wondered what the hell this one was doing round Bedford Square as I poured myself out a drink and began to wonder what the hell was I going to do with one of these. I still hadn't come up with an answer when Pauline came back down about twenty minutes later to say that he was awake. I followed her upstairs and went into the bedroom and saw that the young man was indeed awake.
`Well I'm glad that you're back in the land of the living,' I said, looking at his drawn face with his puffed up mouth which had now swollen up.
`Thank you for looking after me,' he mumbled through his thick lips.
You were spark out on the pavement. I didn't catch the man who hit you I'm afraid,' I said, sitting down on the edge of the bed and looked at his face more closely. That's going to take a few days to go down,' I said, gently touching his mouth. `What happened?'
I thought I'd scored,' he said rather softly as best he could, but I must have slipped up somewhere when speaking to him. He grabbed me in the crotch and then swore at me and thumped me.'
I saw the last bit where he hit you,' I said. Do you always wear a woman's clothes?'
`It's part of my job. I sing in a night club. As you've guessed, I'm a transvestite and I thought the fellow knew that, but I was wrong,' he said with a grimace that I took to be a smile.
Well it'll be a week or two before you'll be singing again,' I said. What's your name?'
`Toby. Toby Wells.'
`Where do you sing or perform?'
The Brewery.' There it was again, that name. This club was beginning to haunt me, not knowing that it would do so again in the very near future. I'll probably get fired now.'
Don't worry about that right now. Just rest and we'll talk again in the morning,' I said as I got up. I don't think you should eat tonight. Give him something to drink,' I said to Pauline, `and use a straw, you'll find it easier.'
When the girls came home that night, I told Belle that we had a new guest. She wasn't shocked when I told her of his orientation because she knew more of the quirks of human nature than I did. I went with her to the house in Hanover Square and had Jock wait for me as I took her inside and kissed her goodnight before leaving. It was a charade we played for Russell, the butler's sake that I was just a good friend for he knew that Edward was paying court to her. Apart from being an Earl, he was also quite a handsome man but not quite as good looking as me, but then I'm biased in that opinion.
Jock drove me back to Bedford Square and over a drink, told me of how all the girls were faring and gave me quite a sum of money that he'd collected from them for the past week's money that they had earned. He couldn't pick up all the girls that were now working for us but he made his presence known around the area that they did their soliciting and so far we'd not had any trouble with other pimps trying to muscle in. They were quite happy with us looking after them for our girls had told them how well that I looked after them. We still took half of their earnings and they told us that they were still being ripped off when it came to their own accommodation and it was just another thing for me to think about.
I resolved this a few weeks later by buying an hotel in Southampton Row that had twenty four bedrooms and after giving notice to the long staying guests, finally moved all of the other girls into it. I only kept on the kitchen staff and the porters and appointed Vera to be the house mother. This was because to me, she was the most senior of our girls and what with her one time roommate, Belle, now living in Hanover Square, she was only too happy to oblige. We were also collecting women at the rate of about one a month to add to the stable so this was ideal.
The main rule was that they didn't bring clients home with them. The other rules were that that they looked after their own rooms and helped themselves from the still room when the meals were sent up from the kitchen which was in the basement. It was their half of their earnings that paid for the staff and laundry etc and some to me towards the cost of buying the property for them to live in and a darn sight better place it was compared to some of the hovels they had previously lived in.
Toby was able to take solid food after two days and his face was now becoming almost normal and would dine with us for our early dinner time. He also walked into the gym one morning when I was working out. He was wearing a dressing gown and I saw him look at my tackle as he came in and watched me on the rowing machine.
That's nice to see a man look after his body,' he said as I saw that eyes were mainly concentrating on what was between my legs. You don't mind me coming in, do you?' he asked. `The girls said that you come in here every morning for exercise.'
You're quite welcome,' I said between pulls on the short oars, as long as you obey the rules.'
`Oh. They did say that no clothes were allowed.'
Well then?' I said, resting on the oars and looked at him. He went a little bashful and took his robe off and almost struck a pose for me to look at his naked body. Not bad, but you're a bit on the thin side. Try anything you want. You'll find it gives you a good appetite for breakfast.' I watched his slim body move across to the springs attached to the wall and saw that he had a nice looking pair of buns. To give him his due, he didn't mince across the floor but he found that the springs were just a bit too strong for him. Try the weights,' I said and went and put on the smallest that I had and he found that he could lift them. Now when they become a bit on the easy side, start adding more weights until it becomes more difficult and you begin to sweat. That's the whole idea and when you've had enough, there's the shower afterwards. Cold water only I'm afraid, but you'll find it good and refreshing when you've finished.'
So he started on the weights while I went onto the punch bag and I think he enjoyed this kind of morning exercise for he was down there the next morning and for the rest of the time that he stayed in Bedford Square. Though I did notice that when one of the girls joined us, he spent more time looking at me than at a naked woman doing her thing while I looked at the bouncing breasts.
We had a party that week for it was Pauline's birthday and she was now fifteen. It was held in the afternoon because most of the girls would be working that night though they did occasionally take a night off. They all gave her a little present, perfume, make-up and the like and I bought her a completely new outfit, having Carol pick out the right size for me.
I don't think I've seen anyone so happy before as she received all these presents and had the fun of opening them and giving out exclamations at each one and giving the donor a hearty kiss. When she opened mine, she rushed over and plonked herself down on my lap and gave me the biggest hug of all with plenty of kisses and whispered that she would thank me better in bed that night, and she did.
She could now give excellent head and loved it when I went between her thighs in return. She also loved to be on top and bounce her way to an orgasm while on me, using my cock to get her rocks off. But a shadow fell over us two days later.
I was in my study that afternoon when Sheila, she was having the day off, popped in and said that there were two soldiers to see me. Now I'd been out of the army for some years now and I wondered who it was that was visiting me. They were ushered in and I didn't recognise them at all, one being a sergeant and the other a big hulking private.
Good afternoon Mr Deauville,' the sergeant said, offering me his hand to shake which I did so. I'm Sergeant Major Cox and this is Private Owens. We've come to collect Catherine.'
`I beg your pardon?' I said, dumbfounded at the remark.
`We've come to collect Catherine Sefton-Pike who we believe is residing here.'
`I'm sorry, but there's nobody here with that name,' I said.
`She's been phoning home to say that she's alright every week for some time now and the Colonel is most anxious to have her return home. He's had the calls she made traced and they came from this address.'
Pauline! It had to be for she was the only one phoning home to say that she was happy where she was and that they shouldn't worry about her.
`And by what right does your Colonel have to have the phone lines tapped to ascertain from whence they came,' I said, using the old stilted English form.
`When a child is abducted, the law can do anything,' he replied.
Bullshit!' was my answer and I went over to the door and shouted for Sheila. Fetch Pauline down here would you please,' I said when she turned up, and went back and sat down at my desk and we waited in silence until Pauline was ushered in. She shied away from the two men when she saw who they were and I knew that they were right in having got her name correct. She came over and stood behind my chair, her hand resting on my shoulder.
`Do you recognise these two men?' I asked her.
`Yes,' she said in a low voice.
`They've come to take you home,' I said.
Don't let them take me,' she said in a shaking voice and her arm tightened about my shoulder. I don't want to go back. It's them and others that made me run away.'
`Why did you run away?' I asked softly.
It was the constant snide remarks and jokes that they made about...about me,' he voice shaking and I could hear she was near to tears. Always remarks about how they would like to get inside my pants and know what a real man could do. I took as much as I could and...and then...I just couldn't take any more, so I ran away,' and then she really started to cry.
So you've come to take her back to a hell hole?' I said to the Sergeant Major. By what right?'
`Her mother and father, the colonel, want her back.'
`Are you an army brat?' I asked of Pauline.
`Yes, and I've hated every moment of it. Catterick was the worse of them all. Moving from camp to camp, nowhere to really call home. One house after another, one school after another. It drove me mad,' she sobbed and her head came down onto my shoulder and I patted her arm.
`She's staying here,' I said.
`You might say that, but the colonel has different ideas over that,' he said as he suddenly moved forward and grabbed hold of Pauline's arm and pulled her away from me.
`Take your hands off her,' I cried as I stood up.
Owens! Do what you're here for,' he said, and Private Owens moved forward towards me as I came round the desk. Owens is the regimental boxing champion,' said Sergeant Major Cox with a smirk on his face as he held onto the arm of Pauline. I moved round my desk and Owens took up a boxer's stance by hunching his shoulders and bringing his fists up. Oh what folly these pseudo boxers think is the classic stance to intimidate the opposition. I kept moving forward to him and I don't think he even saw my left fist break straight through his defence and rock him back onto his heels. His eyes began to blink and he for sure didn't see the right uppercut that caught him square on the chin and sent him reeling back for his legs to give way and send him crashing to the floor.
In a boxing ring, he wouldn't have got up during the count and as the sergeant watched stupefied at seeing his champion taken out with two blows, I pulled Pauline free from his grasp, for her to then get behind and hold onto me.
`Now Sergeant Major Cox, go back to your colonel and tell him that your ham fisted techniques didn't work and that, Pauline and I will visit him next week and get this sorted out. Catterick you said?' He stammered that that was correct and he helped Private Owens up and they both left without another word being said.
You were wonderful James,' Pauline gushed as they left the study, throwing her arms around me and giving me lots of kisses. I've never seen anything so wonderful as you putting him in his place. He's always been drooling over me and I'm glad that he's finally met his match. My hero!' For which I got more kisses and she rubbed her body up close to me to further activate the rising of my sap that had resulted of taking out a man much bigger and heavier than I was. `Take me upstairs and give me what I'm feeling,' she said. What she had felt was my arousal at this impromptu fight and the satisfactory conclusion that had ensued.
We fucked and both loved it.
But it still didn't answer the question of the whys and wherefores of her leaving home in the first place.
I was tired of being an army brat,' she told me later as she lay in my arms after a lovely sex session with her. I never did really stay long on any army camp. Going to a different school each time we moved, making, or rather trying to make friends only to lose them a year or two later. Mother loved the life of being the hostess of the parties that they did give and I was always paraded around like another medal he'd earned. I should have been given one for staying as long as I did,' she said bitterly.
`Oh James, you didn't mean it when you said you would take me back to Catterick, did you?' She had a catch in her voice when she asked this as I knew she would eventually ask this question. I held her firmly in my arms before I answered her.
Yes,' I said, and was able to prevent the struggle that I got. But just listen to me for a moment and I'll tell you why we've got to go there.' So I told her and she only really calmed down when I said that I wasn't going to leave her there but would bring her back to London with me. She was that pleased with my saying that she then dived down under the bedcovers and took me into her mouth and brought me back up to another erection and was most happy to take out what she had summoned by her actions. I was coming to love this nubile young female and wanted to really protect and take care of her.
She still had to take a back seat when the other girls wanted their turn which was one way of paying for their rent. It was not only the girls that I found out later.
I was in bed and I was just about to fall asleep when my bedroom door opened and someone came in. Joy was the name that came up. It was her turn in my bed and I felt her get into bed and she snuggled up to me and she kissed me on the lips, a slow long loving kiss before she moved down under the covers and took me in her mouth.
Wow, was I being given good head. She'd never done it better and I gave myself up to the pleasure I was getting from her mouth and tongue. Where had she learned this new technique came into my mind and I put my hands down to hold her head as she gave me head and came with quite some vigour and she took it all without stopping her ministrations.
I stroked her hair and thanked her for such a good cocksucking experience and then I realised that the hair under my hands was different, stiffer and not as soft and then it hit me that it wasn't Joy who'd just been sucking on my tool. I switched on the bedside light and threw back the covers to reveal Toby down there between my legs.
Toby!' I cried as I pulled him up to face me. What the fuck do you think you're doing?'
Showing my appreciation for what you've done for me,' he stammered. Don't throw me out James, please,' he begged as he held onto my arm. Ever since I saw you in the gym I wanted you,' he said, his words coming out fast. I told back alley Joy that you wanted me tonight. It was a lie I know, but I had to have you. You've been good to me and this was the only way I could really show you that I love you just as the others do.'
`Back alley Joy?' was the phrase that I'd registered from him.
That's what she's known as. She likes it the same way that I do, so I thought that if you could do it with her, you could do it with me. When I saw you in the gym I nearly died. I wanted you so much and that's why I told her the lie that you wanted me tonight. Don't make me go away James,' he cried, tears had started to come from his eyes. I've been dreaming about you every night since the gym and I so want you to make love to me.
If you take Joy the way she likes, why not me was what I thought. Please James, I'm begging you to love me the way that you would Joy.' he'd buried his face into the joint between my neck and shoulder and I could feel the tears that were coming from his eyes. I'm a sucker for tears and I couldn't help myself but to put my arm around his shoulders and give him a hug. He felt this and finally lifted a tear stained face up to mine.
`Can I stay for the night?' he asked in a tremulous voice.
`Toby, the head you've just given me was the best I've ever had. For that alone I've got to say yes.'
Oh you darling man,' he cried and moved up and gave me another kiss. You'll not regret having me.'
And I didn't. He used his hands and mouth with such expertise that he had me up and ready in less than an hour and he quickly got out a condom when I was up and ready and assumed his position on the bed. I'd kept the light on and now I could see what a nice bum he had as I got up between his legs behind him.
He gave out a gurgle as I pushed myself into him, watching my sheathed prick disappear up into his backside until my thighs met the cheeks of his bum. He was tight and he knew how to use his muscle there. It was a lovely fuck that we had, me moving in and out of him as he crooned a tune to my movements. Even picking up the tempo as I felt myself reaching my peak. He pushed himself back towards me as I began thrusting forward with more vigour as I started to come. I hammered myself into him as he kept urging me to fuck him as hard as I liked but I didn't need telling this. I rammed into him as I came in savage bursts which even made me cry out at the pleasure I got from fucking him.
He gurgled with delight as I came and when I'd finished, he cried out at my withdrawal and was quickly round to pull off the condom to suck on me once again. I had to admit later that he was as fine a fuck as any of the other girls, back or front. For this I got more kisses and found that I didn't mind that it was another man kissing me.
I had him twice more during the night and loved taking him. I must have pleased him for he vowed his love to me more than once during and between sessions and I wasn't objecting to having a hard firm body beneath me instead of the usual soft ones.
It wasn't long, a few weeks at most that we finished up with another transvestite living under my roof, but we'll come to that one in time for other things happened until that occurred.
The day dawned that I was going to take Pauline, as she preferred to be known as, up to see her parents. She had woken up early and had gone down on me as she was in my bed that previous night, but I pulled her up off of me and rolled her over onto her back and really gave her a good fucking. She enjoyed it as much as I did and that's saying something with her being a virgin only a few months previously. She had come to like sex that much she was willing to do anything that involved an erect male penis either in her mouth or stuck up inside her.
Both of us sated with sex, had Jock drive us up to this army camp
in the North of England. I was pleased, when the directions given to Jock directed us to a suburb outside of the army camp's confines. It was a bungalow with a nice tended lawn that we drew up outside and we'd only just got out of the car before a woman came hurtling down the drive to clasp Pauline to her bosom and give her a multitude of kisses. I took it that this was her mother. I was ignored and watched with a bemused smile on my face as Pauline was whisked inside the home that she'd run away from. I told Jock to stay where he was and then slowly walked up the short drive and went in through the still open front door.
I found mother and daughter, arms around each other sitting on a couch and felt a little self conscious as I entered their parlour. Pauline broke free from her mother's arms and jumped up.
`Mummy, this is James. James Deauville who has been looking after me. James. This is my mother.' I moved over and shook her hand and noted that she was still a beautiful looking woman which I hoped that Pauline would look as good as her mother in the years to come.
`It's a pleasure to meet you,' I said.
Please sit down Mr Deauville,' she said somewhat coldly. I understand you've been looking after my daughter these past few months.'
`Yes, I've had that pleasure to save her from the many predators that abound in that City of London.' She looked at me with a derisive smile on her face.
`From the frying pan into the fire,' she said.
The fire was of your own making,' I replied, but I saved her from the flames.'
`For that I thank you. She'll be safe now that she's come home.' she replied and I saw the look of horror on Pauline's face.
`I beg to differ there Mrs. Pike,' I said.
Sefton-Pike,' she corrected me, and why should you differ?'
`Pauline...'
`Catherine,' I was corrected again.
Catherine was found in dire straits and accepted the hospitality of my home.' I held up my hand to stop her interrupting me. There are a couple of females that wished to stay out of the clutches of nefarious men and have used one of my houses as a place of refuge. Paul... Catherine has been taken in by them and she is well looked after.'
`How do you mean looked after?' came the sneering question.
`When her age was ascertained, she was taken under their wing and looked after as if she was one of their own daughters. She is now fast becoming a very good cook and she works in what you might call a hostel, and has brought a sense of life to the place. I am also seeing to her education and I have found that she is a very good student.' I ignored the smirk I got from Pauline.
`So much so that after a visit from some heavies from your husband's army friends, I decided that the phone calls that I made her make to you to tell that all was well was not enough and so I have personally made this visit to tell you that she is well looked after.'
`Be that as it may, but she is my daughter and I wish her to come back home,' Mrs. Colonel Sefton-Pike said in a somewhat haughty fashion.
`Be that as it may, to use your words, but will she stay?'
`We'll see about that,' her mother said as she got up and left the room.
`Where's she gone?' I asked Pauline.
`To phone Daddy I suppose,' she replied, and we were left alone for about ten minutes before we heard a car pull up outside with a screech of brakes. The Colonel had arrived. He didn't just come into the room, he burst in, full of vim and vigour dressed in his uniform and he came over and towered above me.
`Are you the guy that's taken my daughter away from us?' he demanded as he stood over me.
`Do you mind standing back a bit so that I may get up sir,' I said without showing the slightest intimidation from his straight verbal attack. He gave a grunt but moved back slightly for me to stand up and offer him my hand.
My name is James Henri Deauville of the Castle of Brue. An antiquated family seat buried deep in the Cotswold's, brother to the current Earl.' This made him move back further and he reluctantly took my hand to give me a not very firm handshake. It was most fortunate that Paul...Christine...'
`Catherine,' he corrected me.
`Excuse me, Catherine, came into my sphere and I was able to rescue her from falling into hands that would have had no compunction than to lead her astray and put her on the streets. As I've told your lovely wife, she is now in safe hands and I believe that is where she wishes to stay.'
`It's not a decision that she is able to make because of her age, it is ours,' he said but was stopped from continuing by an outburst from Pauline.
Yes it is my decision! I've had just about enough of living here in this military style establishment you call a home. I've been moved from pillar to post ever since I can remember and I've just about had enough of it.' Her face was quite red and her grip on my arm was quite fierce. James here was the only person who has shown any feelings for me.' I saw the sharp look I got from her father at this statement.
`So if you think I'm going to stay here, you've got another think coming. I'm going back to London with James and there's nothing you can do about it!'
`Oh yes there is young lady. I can get a court order and make you stay here.' His face was quite as red as hers was and he looked most uncomfortable.
`Yes sir, no sir, three bags full sir! I'm not one of your bloody soldiers who jump to your command for Christ's sake. I'm me! Your daughter who wants a life away from this bloody military regime. Being ogled and lusted after by every flyblown recruit that comes into the camp. I'm sick of it!'
`If I may speak now sir,' I said to her father, and he turned to face me and gave me a nod.
`Paul...Catherine was brought to my house in a state of near starvation. A friend of mine found her and brought her to me. Since then, she's been looked after and cared for. She has now found a place she is happy in. She's learning to cook, her education is being seen to by a couple of girls who have also come under my protection in what you might call a haven for women who had found themselves in a threatened position. Belle looks after them and sees to their welfare and does more than enough to look after Catherine.
She earns her keep as it were by doing household duties and is given pocket money for this service and at the same time, she is still being educated by all that live there. So I think sir, that she should be allowed to carry on as she is doing now.'
`You're ex-army, aren't you? Captain?' he asked of me.
`No sir. I refused to go to O.T.C. I found that in my time that there was too much blinkered thinking and therefore refused the offer.'
`Ha! A welcher!'
`No sir. A realist. When I saw who were leading us I decided that I wasn't born to be a lemming. But this isn't getting us anywhere in respect of your daughter, sir,' I tacked on the end.
`And what might be your intentions towards my daughter then?' he asked with a smug smile.
`That when she becomes sixteen I shall ask her to be my wife.'
Shit! What on earth made me say that! He looked at me wide eyed and I heard Pauline gasp, for I'd never said anything like this to her and I closed my mouth thinking that I must be as dumb as they thought Belle was. I'd said it and I now couldn't go back on it.
`You want to marry my daughter? You're almost old enough to be her father!' he replied in rather a loud voice.
Eleven years? I doubt it sir. Besides, the alternative as I see it is that she stays here and runs away again and before you know it, you'll have a strumpet on your hands.' He rose up and made as if to strike me and I backed away. I wouldn't if I were you sir. I'm saving you face.'
Dad!' Pauline cried as she moved in between us. He'll make mincemeat of you. He took out your Private Owens with only two blows. James!' she said, turning to me. `Did you really mean what you said?' Her eyes were wide and so full of happiness that I now couldn't go back on what I had said.
`Pauline...Catherine, of course I meant it. That was why I came up here to ask your parent's permission.' She flung herself into my arms and kissed me.
`Shouldn't you have asked me first?' she said between these kisses.
I've got to get permission first,' I said, disentangling her arms from about me. Well sir, Mrs. Sefton-Pike, would you accept me as your son-in-law?' Mother dithered and looked to the Colonel for help. He blustered having been put down by his own daughter and the fact that I had stood up to him. He harrumphed and stood up and went over to the sideboard and poured himself a drink and it seemed on second thoughts that he should pour out another one and offer it to me.
`Son of an Earl, well. What do you do for a living?' he finally asked.
`Nothing,' I said, waiting to see what the next question would be.
`What do you mean by nothing?'
`Exactly that. I have a house in Hanover Square and one in Bedford Square and have an annual income that precludes me from seeking employment. I am my own man and can do as I please and it pleases me to offer myself to become your son-in-law if you would like to see your daughter better herself than having to live on an army camp.'
`Oh James,' Catherine cried as she threw herself at me, knocking me back into the chair I had been sitting in.
`Oh dear,' said her mother.
`Oh Christ,' said her father, knocking back the rest of his drink.
So for the next two hours we discussed what would happen in the future, me refusing outright of having a military style wedding and convinced them that it would be better if we were married in the castle's chapel which struck a chord in my future mother-in law and she then became my champion in these marriage stakes. After it was established that we wouldn't get married until after her sixteenth birthday, they then accepted the fact that I was to be their son-in -law.
Such was Pauline, read that as Catherine, was so overjoyed at this outcome of the visit to see her parents that she gave me head in the car as Jock drove us back down to London. I was now glad that I'd not given her to him after I'd broken her in, that she'd been originally destined to become one of my stable and go out on the street, we now had a different ball game.
I can't really say what had possessed me to say that I wanted to marry her, but the deed was done now and she held onto me for the whole trip back and I couldn't help but see the adoration in her eyes.
She couldn't help but blurt out the news to the girls when we got home. They congratulated her but I could see the questions in their eyes when they looked at me and it was something that Pauline was going to have to live with, me still having the other girls on a regular basis. I made a point, while I had all the girls there, that this was not to be mentioned to Belle. I would tell her all in good time as I didn't want to upset the plan for her that was already in motion. Besides, we wouldn't be getting married for over a year yet and lots can happen before then.
I couldn't deny Pauline my bed that night but after we'd fucked and she lay in my arms I told her what the situation was going to be and though she went into a sulk, she eventually came to accept that I was the stud and had my mares to cover.
Toby didn't seem to want to leave Bedford Square and came to my bed when it was his turn and I was now having a rather strenuous time what with having the twelve other girls in Southampton Row, though not as frequent as the ones living under my roof. Vera was doing a good job of running the girls there and the money came rolling in. Toby then threw me a curve by bringing another male transvestite into my sphere and asked if he could stay, sharing his bed and paying rent as it were. His friend or should I say lover, went by the name of Jack though he was known as Jackie when he was performing. He too had been working at the Brewery and said that since Danny had died, Mark, his son, had let the place run down as he had no idea of how to run a nightclub.
This was apparent a couple of months later but before that happened, my brother Edward proposed to Belle and she accepted him. Boy did he crow when I visited Hanover Square and found he was there and instead of me taking Belle out, ostensibly to dinner when she was in fact working her patch, we dined in and he told me the good news that Belle had agreed to marry him instead of me. I gave a show of reluctantly congratulating him on winning such a fine woman which boosted his ego that he'd now taken my woman away from me. I was inwardly gloating that he didn't know that he was going to marry a whore
The wedding was planned with some haste and Belle was given a large amount of money to buy her wedding dress and dresses for her maids in waiting. They being Vera, Joy, Sheila, Carol and Pauline. Edward also had wedding planners in to make sure that it would go off without a hitch at the castle. I accepted the offer to be his best man and even had quite a few fake telegrams sent on Belle's behalf.
His great day came and we all went to the castle the day before and spent the night there and in the morning when Belle was being dressed up to get married, the girls thought it a huge joke when, in front of them, I fucked Belle while she was wearing her wedding dress. I took her from behind so as not to crease the dress, her kneeling on the floor with the dress being held up over her hips by the others as I put myself inside her and gave her a really good fuck.
The son and heir I shall give Edward,' she said as I ploughed into her, will be yours and not his.' This would be the icing on the cake as far as I was concerned.
It was a grand affair with many notable friends of Edward being there and I had to suppress the chuckle when he said yes to the question of taking Belle to be his wife. The caterers did a massive spread and it was a good party as weddings go. Pauline was a bit miffed when I took Jack to bed that night and brought him into our group by fucking him up the backside after having him go down on me in thanks for being able to move into Bedford Square.
The following day, we all said our goodbyes to the new Countess Deauville of Castle Brue. To save Jock driving, I'd hired a minibus so that he could have a good drink whilst we had been there and I know that he had both Vera and Sheila during our two night stay.