Pauline

CHAPTER IX

When we finally arrived back in Pest, Bernice returned to her home, but Anna and Nina came to my apartment. Here they took a prolonged bath and tumbled into bed for a much-needed rest.

Rose, having already seen me naked in the prison, acted as my maid, and it wasn't until the two girls had retired that I decided to bathe, and here I was given an example of her true worth.

She insisted upon bathing me. From head to toe I was shampooed and scrubbed. I found her apt in arranging hair, and I allowed her to do mine until, at last, I slumped, exhausted, on my bed.

I had assigned a room to her, but what was my surprise to find, upon awakening the following morning, that Rose, instead of going to her bed, had spent the entire night sitting beside mine. Nor had she closed her eyes even to nap. Never had I seen such devotion.

When I questioned her about it, she said, “Have you forgotten that I promised to be your slave?"

I smiled at this. When I first laid eyes on her in the prison, I had felt a great liking for her; now I loved her!

I said, “Very well, Rose; if you are to be my slave, then brew me a cup of strong coffee.” Think of my surprise to find she had already done this and that it was even then warming over the table stove!

Then an unexpected event occurred. I was taken down with a slight fever; my experience in Budapest had been the least bit too much for me. Rose doctored me, as did the two faithful sisters, but I grew steadily worse. I called in my manager. He was wild, but there was nothing to be done about it; I was ill, and I must have a rest.

My doctor, fearing something more complicated than a mere fever, prescribed a sojourn to the health-giving baths at a nearby spa. Anna and Nina wanted to go with me, but I declined their offer; I had other ideas. I wanted to get away by myself. I was tired of the continual round of pleasure, and I wanted to be alone with Rose; I wanted to complete her education.

The trip, as you know, was not a long one, and we soon found ourselves in a wonderfully equipped hotel. I engaged a whole suite of rooms (seven in all), two of which were equipped with baths-one a shallow affair for those who disliked water; the other a deep pool, or plunge, where one might sport about as one pleased.

I had furnished Rose with a complete outfit of clothing-not the type commonly worn by maids, but of a type not entirely unlike that worn by the countess’ maids, though far less scant. She immediately occupied herself arranging my things in various parts of the apartment.

I decided upon a bath and I went to the plunge. Slipping out of my dressing gown, I slid down into the water. As you undoubtedly know, the water in these baths is kept at a constant temperature, and wading about in varying depths, I found myself thrilled. Perhaps it was due to the warm water; perhaps it was on account of my ever-increasing longing for the unknown, but whatever it was, I found something lacking. It wasn't complete. I called Rose. When she entered, I was standing at the deepest part of the pool, with nothing more than my head above water.

Gazing up, for she stood above me, I feasted my eyes on her perfect limbs, shown all too plainly beneath her widely flaring skirt, a little affair which came but midway between her hips and knees and which flared from her at a rakish angle. The little dear must have realized I was gazing up beneath her dress for the color came to her cheeks in ever-increasing volume, although I could see she was not averse to having me see her charms.

But, instead of finding her presence something to console me, I found myself even worse off. Her being there simply added to that something which seemed to be lacking.

Coming out of the water, I placed myself in her hands for drying.

So far I had done nothing more than hug and kiss her a little, but now, as she gently dried me, I was taken with another sort of longing for her. You see, my friend, being ravished with the warden's monster of a cock had not quite cured me. There was still a slight spark lying dormant within me-a spark which even then was burning into a flame that was to almost consume me a little later.

Going into my lounging room, I settled down on a broad, low divan, making her kneel beside me on the floor. Here, while she stared into my eyes with ever-increasing wonder, I plied her with questions, drawing out the whole story of her life. She answered all my questions and asked not one in return.

"I believe,” I said, by way of opening the subject most dear to my mind, “you love me, Rose. Tell me why."

She smiled. “I do love you,” she said in a low tone. “I've loved you ever since I saw you that first time."

"In the prison, you mean?” I finished for her.

She nodded. I saw the word “prison” hurt her, and I never uttered the word again.

"Tell me,” I continued. “Was it because I really liked you, or was it because I happened to be naked? Perhaps you fell in love with my nudity, yes?"

"I don't know,” she said. “I only know that I love you more than ever. What I told you about wanting to be your slave is true. All my life I have wanted to be a slave to a beautiful woman, and you are beautiful."

"What did you think when you saw me that day-of my nakedness, I mean?"

"I have often seen naked women; almost daily one sees naked women wandering about that place."

"Why?"

She shrugged her shoulders.

"Do you know why I was naked?” I asked.

Again she shook her head. “It was because I wanted a maid,” I said, “and the warden wouldn't allow me to enter the place until I first undressed. Do you know why he made me undress?"

"Only too well,” she answered. “He makes all the women undress who call there."

"And you don't hate me for it? Even when you know that he had me? That he ravished me?"

She shook her head. “Many women come there to pick out girls, and he does it to all of them; that's part of the price one must pay."

"Do you realize, Rose, that I did it for you and not because I liked him?"

"Yes,” came the ready answer. “And that's why I love you, and want to be your slave! I want to be abused! I want you to undress me and whip me! I want to lie naked on the floor and have you walk on me! I want to suffer for you!” Sincerity was written all over her face.

Very well, I thought, if you want to be my slave I shall make you one, but in a far different manner than you think!

I said, “Have you ever acted as lady's maid?” She shook her head, and a fear came into her eyes.

"Don't be alarmed,” I laughed, “I'm not going to send you away. I but wanted to know, so I would be able to gauge where to start with your education. But I could never bring myself to abuse you, Rose. You are far too beautiful to be treated in that terrible manner. There is, however, something you can do for me that would please me far more than anything you could possibly think of.” I saw the light return to her eyes as I went on. “I used to have a maid just like you, and she did something for me which I dearly loved, and I wonder if you would do it for me?” And as I said this, I slipped my hand beneath her short skirt and gently patted her naked bottom.

Her eyes were brighter now. “Oh, I will do anything you ask!” she cried.

"Anything?” I asked, sliding my fingers up and down between her firm bottom-cheeks. She couldn't seem to find words to answer this; she just nodded her head, and I continued: “Very well, Rose, but before I ask you to do this something for me, I want you to go to your room, take off all your clothes, then come back to me. Now hurry!"

She darted away to her room. Taking advantage of her absence, I arranged myself in the most perfect position I could conceive.

Moving my bottom to the very edge of the divan, I dropped one foot to the floor; the other I drew up close to my bottom, and here, my thighs well parted, I awaited her return. She had shed her scant covering quickly, bounding back into the room almost before I was ready for her. She stopped stock still, stood, and gazed into my fully exposed crotch, for like herself, I was stark naked. And as I allowed my gaze to sweep over her girlish charms, I realized she was even prettier than Gene, my former maid! I beckoned her to me. Making her kneel beside me again, my arm slipped about her, I drew her close and kissed her lips again and again!

"Do you love me now?” I asked, holding her close.

"Oh, yes!” she answered scarcely above a whisper.

"Still want to be my slave?"

She nodded her head in answer.

"Then get the little comb off my dresser and bring it here,” I said.

She returned in a moment. “Now I shall find out if you really want to be my slave,” I said. “Kneel between my thighs and comb the curls there; my former maid used to do it for me, so you need not fear hurting me."

This, undoubtedly, was the first time she had ever so closely examined a woman's sex, and I thrilled as I watched her stare at it. After a moment or two, I said, “You like doing that, Rose?"

"Oh, yes!” came the ready answer. “You are so pretty!"

"That's what my lover says. Of course, I have no lover here, but I am going to have one pretty soon. They all like to find fine, silky hairs about a woman's pussy.” I let this sink in, then: “Do you think mine pretty, Rose?"

"It's beautiful!” She breathed the words.

"Back in Pest,” I went on, “I had a lover who admired it so much he was never satisfied unless he lay between my thighs and imprinted little kisses on it! Wasn't that about the strangest thing ever?"

I could, of course, command her to gamahuche me. Like the girls Bernice had purchased from the Budapest prison, Rose was, in reality, my slave, to do with as I saw fit, but I preferred to bring her on in easy stages. I had learned that it was far better to allow one to creep before asking one to walk. She hadn't answered my question, so I said, “Don't you think it a strange thing for one to do to another?"

She shook her head. “Most of the girls did it-where you found me."

"Indeed. And have you ever done anything like that to another?"

She shook her head. “Once a girl asked me! But she was dirty. She beat me, but still I would not."

"But I'm not dirty, am I?” I asked, smiling down into her eyes.

"No. You're beautiful!” she answered.

"Naughty,” I whispered, moving my hips a little to keep her eyes riveted to that part of me.

It had the desired result. The comb dropped from her hand, and she settled down upon the floor, her eyes glued to my cunny.

Through half-closed lids, I watched her for a long moment, then whispered, “Kiss it, Rose!"

And so began the education of the lovely little Rose. She was a novice, true, but a willing one, and ten minutes later I bathed her tongue with a profuse spend! After that, she confessed that though she had never done it before, she loved it.

Satisfied for the moment, I fell into a peaceful sleep. Opening my eyes, I found her at my side. “Still love me, Rose?” I asked. When she nodded, I said, “Then get on your knees and kiss my cunt again!” I thought it would surely be a shock to the pretty girl, but it apparently had no effect upon her sensitive nature. And I believe she would have kept up the play all night had I not put a stop to it.

The ice having been broken, so to speak, I made her take my place-and you can imagine the rest. Afterward, we lay side by side on a couch, and I learned still more of her life. But I won't tire you with that. Enough to say that her incarceration had been a trumped-up charge, a plot to connect her with the murder of a man she never saw; and it was my efforts alone which saved her from a life a thousand times more wicked than that which I prescribed for her.

All in all, I believed I was fortunate in getting such a talented girl for a maid, and beginning that very day, she proved in a hundred ways that she was willing to do anything for me.

That night I took her into my bed. I talked to her for hours about my lovers; I told her I might call upon her to entertain me even when visited by my friends; I told her I was going to make some “great monster of a man” fuck her-and to all of this she willingly agreed.

Together we spent three weeks there, and then, feeling healthy and much refreshed, I returned to Pest.

The show reopened in a blaze of glory; I met all my old friends and many new ones. I received a call from Bernice and, naturally, I welcomed her with open arms. I thought her more beautiful than ever, and it was due to her efforts that I learned more about the inner life of our talented and wealthy Europeans.

During the course of her visit, I happened to mention that I had never seen the interior of a house such as hers. “Then why not pay me the honor of a visit to mine?” she said.

Anna, who was present, said, “Before going to Bernice's home, why not visit some of the other places first? Then you will appreciate the splendor and beauty of hers."

"A capital idea,” seconded her pretty sister. “I haven't had a real outing since you took sick."

And so it was arranged. But there was more to it than just getting up and going. All the places, as I was to learn, were not like the famed house Bernice maintained, and a visit to most of them required something more than just merely opening a door and entering.

And so it became necessary to make a certain amount of preparation for the night's fun, and the witty, fun-loving sisters provided the necessary answer to it. First, we needed to provide ourselves with men's attire. Also, we had to wear little masks and long black capes.

The following night after the show, we started out. All preparations having been made by the thoughtful girls, we entered a carriage that was waiting at the exit of the theater. I noted, too, that one preceded us while another followed. I said nothing of my suspicions for some time, but seeing that all three coaches maintained the same positions, I finally called attention to it.

Nina said, “Have no fears, my dear; just a little protection in case things get unruly."

It must be remembered, my friend, that at that time there were a great many houses operating in the various cities throughout Europe, and since the police were lax in their vigilance (it seemed to be general knowledge that the police owned many of them) it was only fair to assume that some of these dens housed the more criminal element who were forever on the alert to trap the less wily. Hence the two carriage-loads of masculine protection.

We visited five of these dens that night, and a few brief descriptions of them wouldn't be out of place here.

The first one, a den that was entered by descending a flight of stone steps, was of the more common type found throughout Pest. It was a cheap drinking place frequented by the lower class of girls who resided in the neighborhood, and where their favors could be purchased for drinks. There were no private rooms, no darkened corners where the couples might converse in private. Everything was done more or less openly and, as is common in such places, fights occurred with startling regularity. Enough of that place.

We had started, as one might guess, with visiting the more degraded places. The second one, while no less dangerous, was a little better. This was the meeting place for the working, or middle-class, girls and young men, and was less conspicuous. I mean that little rooms were provided, each with a curtain, and a steady parade of couples entered and left them.

You must think we looked strangely out of place, but keep in mind that we were wearing men's attire, masks, and long opera capes, and since members of the “upper class” were continually visiting these places, it wasn't at all uncommon to find visitors dressed somewhat like ourselves.

The next place, though a little better, furnished us with a little bit of excitement. It also proved to us that our “guards” were ever on the alert. We were approached by one of the other visitors to the place who asked for a drink. This girl was of the medium type, and after perching herself on the edge of the table and going through the formality of adjusting a garter-a little trick common among them when they wanted to flaunt their wares upon an unsuspecting wayfarer-she asked one of us if we wouldn't buy her a drink. That in itself wasn't at all out of the way, and we would have gladly done so, had not something else happened at that moment.

Before we could summon a waiter, we were approached by a villainous looking man who promptly insisted that we were trying to steal his darling girl. The altercation was cut short by the timely appearance of a stranger who promptly delivered the would-be troublemaker into the waiting arms of his mistress. The scowling face of our rescuer seemed to convince the callow fellow that it would be far better for him to take his girl and leave.

When I discovered our deliverer was one of our guards, I said, “What a splendid man, my dears! I should like to know him better!"

Anna, being better acquainted with the brute, answered, “Leave well enough alone, darling! That brute, while he appears gorgeous, is little better than the man he ruined and would as soon knife you as protect you. The only reason he doesn't is because he is being paid more for his work than he could possibly get from our purses."

As you can readily guess, I put all amorous thoughts about our protectors out of mind.

On to the next place! This one was of the better-class resort, and I really got something of a thrill there. Instead of being in a smelly basement, the place was off the sidewalk, and we had to pass between two burly doorkeepers before we could enter.

I wondered if our eight “guards” would be denied admittance and was glad to see they followed us; a whispered word from one of my companions seemed to have done the trick. Inside, however, they seemed to have melted away, but Nina said, “Don't be alarmed my dear; they aren't far away-they haven't been paid all their money yet, and until they get it, you couldn't lose them if you wanted to."

The place, besides sporting a dance floor of sorts, was lighted by gas-lamps, and all about the dancing section were tables where one could sit and enjoy the activities of the others, while sipping your drink. I noted, too, that there were several other groups, dressed somewhat like ourselves, sitting at the tables. They, too, were women, only an occasional man being present, though they all wore masks.

I remarked at this. The only answer I received was a shrug of the shoulder and a lifting of eyebrows. I wondered at this.

Another strange thing about the place was that several of the guests received notes or cards or a whispered word from the waiter, and in almost every case the one receiving the summons left their group and entered through a door at the far end of the room and disappeared from sight. My curiosity being aroused, I called attention to this, remarking of the scarcity of men present.

"How do you know they're not men?” asked Anna.

"So,” I thought, “it's that kind of a place, is it?"

Knowing more or less about the type of man who ran about dressed as a woman, I didn't think I cared for it. They were, as Anna so aptly put it, a sexless crowd unable to produce a hard-on for even the most beautiful girl.

There was a string band, which furnished music for the dancers-which were chiefly women-and after a short stay we departed. Riding along, Nina said, “Having a good time, dearie?"

I laughed. “If seeing is having a good time, then I'm surely enjoying myself, but it's like coffee without cream-there's something lacking."

"Something to quell the raging fever?” asked Anna, reaching across and patting my belly.

"Something like that,” I answered.

"Just what's on your mind, dearie? A man? Maybe a talented woman would do the trick?” This from Nina.

"Are you trying to flirt with me?” I asked. “If you are, I'll take down my trousers.” This caused a lot of lewd answers, then Nina said: “All right, dearie. The next place we stop, you can turn yourself loose a little-only you've got to take your chance with what you get."

"Meaning?” I asked.

"Are you game?"

"The way I'm feeling,” I answered, “I'm game for anything!"

A few moments later we were driven into a darkened street, and, closely followed by our “shadows” as we had gotten to call them, we entered a dimly lighted house not unlike the former place.

Here, however, the occupants were fewer and consisted chiefly of men, though, like the others we had seen, they, too, wore masks.

"Another one of those places, huh?” I said.

"Satisfied with anything you get?” Nina asked. “Just as long as you can get your gun off?"

This was a droll way of putting it, and I couldn't help laughing at the daring girl. “You seem well versed,” I answered, “so suppose you pick out a nice ‘gentleman’ for me?"

"Done,” she said, “but knowing your weakness, dearie don't try returning the compliment; some night in the near future we'll take you to a place where you can go the limit, and where they don't wear masks."

"You interest me, my dear,” I said, “so let us hope it will be soon."

A waiter was approaching. “Let me order,” Anna whispered when the waiter neared the table at which we sat.

"Merry Wives,” said Anna to the waiter. “Something to warm the red lane.” He bowed. It was obvious he understood this strange request, for he said: “Perhaps the gentlemen would prefer being served in a private dining room?"

"Later,” answered Anna. “For the moment, we shall watch the dancers; perhaps we will find someone to dance with."

"Merry Wives? Something to warm the red lane? What in the world were you saying, Anna?"

"Just an expression to convey our needs, dearie. Our friend the waiter knows what we're here for now, so go ahead and pick out a partner; the best way is to pick out one you want, then dance awhile."

"Good heavens,” I cried. “Why all the secrecy? What's it all about?"

"There's no mystery about it, darling. Just a little surprise; surprises are always more thrilling, you know. Now take the one over there for instance; see the tall gentleman with the Vandyke?"

Nodding my answer, she went on: “The gentleman with the Vandyke happens to be the daughter of one of our wealthiest bankers, and her desire runs to pretty women. She's looking over here now, and a nod will bring her running. Suggest a dance and see what happens."

"You intrigue me,” I said. “Well, here goes!” and I gave the expected nod, which was immediately answered by the “gentleman” with an reciprocal nod. “Too late now to back out,” whispered Nina, “for here she comes."

I approached her as she neared our table. “Dance?” I asked.

This was the expected source of introduction, and as we moved about the dance floor, I could see the eyes staring intently at me through the small holes of her mask.

"You dance divinely,” I said, pressing against her. Something about this woman (for it was a woman) attracted me. Her mouth was pretty, as were her teeth, and what I could see of her complexion was unusually fair. I found myself wanting to kiss her. Glancing back at the table I had just left, I noted that both Anna and Nina were walking out upon the dance floor. My partner noticed it, too, for she said, “Your friends will be occupied for some little while, so why not join me in a drink?"

"At your table?” I asked, watching her eyes.

"I have a private little place where we could be quite alone-besides,” she continued, “I am quite thirsty."

Well, my friend, to make a long story short, I allowed myself to be led to a small room. Once inside, my host pulled a cord. Almost immediately a waiter appeared. “A bottle of Benedictine,” she promptly ordered. The waiter withdrew. “Won't you remove your cape?” she asked, tossing hers to one side.

"I would rather wait until the waiter has come and gone,” I said.

Evidently the waiter hadn't far too go, for he rapped almost at once. “Shall I pay for it?” I asked, seeing that my companion made no effort to do so.

"It isn't necessary,” she answered. “I shall take care of it before I leave.” The waiter, having dealt with the cork, left us to ourselves. “Now the cape.” It was more of a command than a question. The cape thrown to one side, as was the high hat, I settled down upon a broad divan, my hair tumbling about my shoulders.

Hardly knowing how to begin the business, never having had a similar experience, I toyed with my glass and waited.

"You have beautiful hair,” she said, settling down beside me.

"You knew, then, that I was a woman?"

"Why else should I have asked you here? Besides, none but women are allowed upon the dance floor."

"Then you, too, are a woman; one would never guess it,” I lied, “by looking at your beard."

Her answer to this was to remove the beard. “Now that we understand each other, we can feel more free, can we not?"

"I would feel more at ease were you to remove the mask,” I said.

"You fear me?"

"Not in the least,” I answered. “It's simply that I would feel more at home."

"And your own?"

"I would rather not. Perhaps we shall become better acquainted, and then I would feel more like having you penetrate my identity."

I was wearing freshly pressed trousers and the crease was unusually prominent. With the index finger of one hand, she began tracing it, up and down, up and down.

"You tickle dreadfully,” I said, moving uneasily, but making no effort to hinder her. It was evident this girl wasn't at all sure of herself with me, for it was some moments before she became more aggressive. Thinking to entice her, and having no idea of whether or not I was keeping the others, I leaned back amid the pillows.

This seemed to have the desired effect. Leaning partly over me, she said, “Would it interest you to know that I am rather wealthy?"

"Indeed. And how could that possibly interest me?” I asked.

She shrugged her shoulders. “I would like to know you better; you are very beautiful-what I can see of you-and perhaps I might be of service to you."

"That depends entirely upon yourself,” I said with meaning.

"You mean that you would like me to remove my mask?"

"Would it be asking too much? I am here with two friends who are acquainted with the place; in fact it was one of them who suggested I dance with you."

"It appears that I am well known.” She laughed, throwing off the mask and seating herself again by my side. “It doesn't matter; you must know why we are here."

This being the first direct insinuation, I said, “Hadn't we best lock the door?” A thrill passed through me as this pretty girl took my hint as direct surrender, and I settled myself more comfortably amid the cushions.

Without further ado, she again placed one hand on my thigh, but instead of tracing the crease in my trousers, her hand slid along to the fly and her nimble fingers were soon toying with the buttons, her eyes constantly upon mine. Then: “I would much prefer to have you completely nude,” she said, slipping her hand into the opening she had made and bringing her fingers directly upon my cunt!

There being no longer a mystery about the thing now, I said, “That will be quite impossible here; another time, perhaps?"

"I would love to have you with me a whole night,” she said, leaning down over me. “You are very beautiful. We could go to my home sometime? I have a lovely home."

I made no answer to this, but, by lying perfectly still and allowing her free scope with her hands, I believe I gave her answer enough. Her hand, in the meantime, had completed its exploration about my middle. Withdrawing it, she completed the undressing; that is, she unfastened the top of my trousers and drew off the legs. This done, she again knelt between my widely parted thighs and carefully rolled up my shirt! Naked, now, from the tops of my stockings to well above my waist, I awaited her attack! Then, a moment later, I said, “Isn't it pretty?” at the same time raising my bottom and rotating my hips.

"It's beautiful!” she whispered, and then pressed her half-open mouth to it! With my eyes closed and my head turned to one side, I thrilled beneath her skilled lips and tongue! Any doubt that she loved doing it was swept away a moment later when I bedewed her lips with a liberal dose of my juices, all of which she carefully licked up and eagerly swallowed!

"You naughty girl,” I said a few moments later as I rose from the divan and adjusted my clothes. “I've never had anything half as nice."

"And you will see me again?” she asked eagerly.

Slipping my cape about my shoulders, I said, “The next time, my dear, it will be in that wonderful bed you told me about, and if you are half as nice undressed as you are dressed, I'm sure you'll find me willing in more ways than one!"

I really meant it, my friend; I liked her. She wasn't the type one finds so commonly in such places. She didn't have that masculine look one often sees on tribades, and I fully intended making my way back there again-I was quite sincere about the “bedroom” part of it.

I found my two friends waiting for me when I came to our table.

"Had enough?” asked Nina. “Or is there someone else you'd like to try?"

I had had enough. Besides, the hour was late; it was, in fact, almost daylight when we started back to my residence.

Naturally, we discussed the events of the evening, and our thoughts drifting back to the last place we had visited. Then, since neither girl held back anything, but freely told everything that had happened to them, I said, “I am rather smitten with your friend, the banker's daughter. I would like to see her again sometime."

"If you're wise, you won't,” offered Nina. “Once she finds out who you are, she'll pester you to death."

"As bad as that?” I asked.

"Worse. Why else would a girl make such a joint rendezvous if she wasn't an out-and-out rotter?"

This made me open my eyes. I was glad then that I hadn't been so free as to divulge my identity. Nor did I ever go there again.

We had coffee before retiring and Nina said, “Be a good girl and we'll take you to a place called ‘Cupid's Nest’ some night soon."

"Sounds good,” I answered, “but in the meantime, I'm going to my own little nest, so goodnight to you, my children."

You like my story so far, my friend? Is it the type you desired, and is it naughty enough to tickle your fancy? Write me and let me know.

As you have noted, no doubt, I am mentioning only such events in my life which might prove of interest to you. I could go on and on relating the more trivial ones, but I'm sure they would prove of no interest whatever. Enough to say that for a whole week I devoted my time to my rooms when I wasn't at the theater. There was much to be done. I wanted to devote some time to learning Italian. It was the one tongue which intrigued me and my manager had hinted in no uncertain terms that a contract awaited me, in Milan, where he expected to open another play.

I might mention here, my friend, that I had lost my lover, Arpid. It was as much my fault, perhaps, as his own, but I couldn't take him with me to the spa, and when I returned, I found that his father had found him. Since he was supposed to be touring Europe before entering military college, his father had taken him back home with him.

I hated to lose him, of course, but as there was nothing I could do about it, and as there were any number of handsome men to be had at beck and call, I quickly forgot him. Besides, I had my little Rose, and between times when I took up with an occasional man, her pretty lips and tongue were ever at my disposal. Many was the time I awakened in the morning only to find her still with her face between my thighs, and she always gave me a splendid sucking before I went to my bath. As a matter of fact, she gave me one after as well.

At the end of a week, however, I found myself desiring something more substantial than one tongue tip. Rose was wonderful, and she loved me, but even her skilled efforts failed to appease the hunger which grew and grew within me.

I mentioned this to Anna and Nina. They were, as I have already said, almost constantly with me. They seemed to have forgotten their home completely, and the witty Anna said, “how about a trip out to Bernice's establishment? You promised her a visit, you know, and she'll be wondering what happened to you."

I had, of course, been looking forward to a visit there, but there was something else I had in mind which interested me still more.

I said, “I would fully enjoy calling on her, but there is still another place I would like to see first."

"Yes?” Anna said. “What is it? Perhaps we can help you."

"You can, since it was your delightful self who suggested it,” I said. “I'm anxious to see this ‘Cupid's Nest’ place."

"So,” cooed Nina. “Our little diva's getting a hard-on. Well, I guess it can be arranged. When do you want to go?"

"Any time it's convenient for your delightful self,” I offered. “The sooner the better."

"It can be arranged, of course, but it will take a few days. You understand, of course, what sort of a place it is, do you not?"

"I know nothing whatever about it,” I said. “I guess I've fallen in love with the name of the place. Cupid's Nest,” I repeated over and over.

"You've got one, darling,” laughed Nina. “Isn't it something to put into the nest that you hanker for?"

"You've guessed it, and I'll die if I don't get it damn soon!"

"Then Cupid's Nest it shall be, darling, but keep your pretty legs together a few days, and then you can open them as you please. In the meantime, I'll see about it."

Seeing Rose lingering about as though wishing to hear more about it, and feeling dreadfully naughty at the moment, I said, “Can't I even open them for Rose."

"Good heavens!” cried Nina, making believe she was shocked at the idea. “Is the woman debauched to the extent of making a cunt-lapper of this girl!” This caused considerable mirth, and not a little embarrassment to Rose, but she had long since proven herself a good little sport and enjoyed it as much as any of us. Both girls knew that Rose delighted in gamahuching me, and Rose knew that I was on unusually friendly terms with Anna and Nina, so what harm could there be?

A little later I shall tell you of her loyalty to me and how, at my own suggestion, she allowed herself to be deflowered by a lover I was to meet, and with whom I lived openly.

But I am digressing, my dear; that part of the story will come in its proper place.

To return to the story. In due time, Anna and Nina completed the details necessary before we could enter the sanctum of the Cupid's Nest. What a name! By rights it should have been called “Cupid's Dart” for that was what it really was-a place to receive that very thing.

The place was located on a street occupied, for the most part, by factories. But that did not in the least take away from the splendor one found within its walls.

A brief description of the interior is necessary at this point before one can begin to understand how the place worked. To begin with, it was very exclusive, being frequented by only the elite of the social world, and no woman was ever allowed to enter, save those who became inmates, either temporary or permanent.

Sounds like something one reads about in theArabian Nights, does it not? However, it's true. The front of the place was used as a beer garden. The ceiling was high and beautifully decorated with the works of celebrated artists, said decorations being in the form of the most erotic paintings! The walls were likewise decorated. This room, which was large, contained nothing in the form of furniture except tables and chairs upon which the patrons sat, the patrons, as I have said, being men.

The place was brightly lit, the whole screened from the street by heavy velvet curtains. The waiters were men.

At the extreme rear of this room was an elevated platform. The front was covered with latticework interwoven with vines growing sweet-smelling flowers. From this latticed hallway-for that's what it was-was a set of steps, six in number. At the head of these stairs was a door, and behind this door, which was heavily barred, stood a gigantic Negro, and woe be unto he who tried passing that Negro! It had been tried once or twice-to the great sorrow to those who tried it.

Behind this hallway-like space were the main rooms, and these were occupied by the “clients” who frequented them, these last being women, or girls, as the case might be.

There were twelve rooms, each beautifully furnished and containing a full-sized bed, a dresser, chairs, a closet, and a washroom. There was one lamp on this entire floor, and this was seldom, if ever, lit. These rooms were rented for periods ranging from a week to a month by women, both married and single, for clandestine purposes, and here women and girls could carry on their love affairs without hindrance. The possibilities were limitless, and though the owners of this brothel were censured, they should have been rewarded.

They were censured, of course, by the good Christians, those Christians, who believednot in the pleasure of the flesh and dwelt only in a spiritual world-whenever someone was looking, that is.

There was every possible convenience within those rooms, and here is the way the plan was carried out. First, the woman or girl who was to occupy a room was, of necessity, well known. If she was a stranger, she must be vouched for by someone acquainted with the mistress; if accepted, she paid the fee necessary for a given length of time and was given a key to a door of a house on a street in the rear. Entering, heavily veiled, she made her way through this house to the one in which she maintained her one-room apartment.

When she was ready to choose a lover, she would don a domino and mask and make her way through the hall to the latticed partition which overlooked the drinking-room below. Here she would have a commanding view of everyone in the room, and unseen, she would choose the man she wanted. Having made her choice, she would indicate to a staff member the man she wanted, and a message would be conveyed to him.

Isn't that a pretty arrangement, my dear? I think it is.

Nina and Anna having made the necessary arrangements for me, I visited the place. The mistress must, of necessity, know every woman who entered her establishment, but she was the only person who was let in on the secret. Being well known, however, I hadn't the slightest difficulty in getting a room, and I lost no time in getting into it.

Then I went to the latticework partition and gazed out upon a sea of faces. It was remarkable the great number of handsome men who frequented the place. There were at least fifty there at the moment, and I had no trouble choosing one I wanted. Indeed, they were all handsome-the homely ones never came twice.

Waiting until I saw the message delivered to the right man, I went back to my room, threw off the domino and mask and settled down upon the bed to await my pleasure. As you might have guessed, I didn't have long to wait-no gentleman keeps his mistress waiting, and these were all gentlemen. True, they weren't all wealthy, nor were they all of the elite, but they were handsome to a fault and were known for their “staying power” when in the arms of a passionate woman.

I won't tire you with a detailed account of all the things I did that first night. Enough to say that he was a wonderful man in every way-and I'm sure I sent him to his home that night satisfied that it would have been impossible to extract another drop of his precious fluid. I maintained that room for a month, going there directly from the theater whenever the call of the flesh demanded-which, with me, was often. If a certain man was unusually nice, if he had a large cock and didn't object to offering it in any manner I chose, he would be sure to get a second invitation to visit me.

There was another advantage to all this. If you felt in a mood for variety, all you had to do was to tell the man to leave after he had given one or two demonstrations of his manly powers. Then you simply chose another, and no one was the wiser.

Would it interest you to know, my dear, that several of these men had handsome incomes from these women, and yet never knew who the women were? Such was the case; I have ample proof of that statement.

This sort of an arrangement called for a lot of preparation. Why, one asks, should a woman go to all this bother for the sake of meeting some man? Why not go to any one of a dozen hotels or houses set aside for that very purpose? There are a thousand reasons why all this is necessary if a woman wants to keep her secrets.

There are scores of women in every city who are not mated to proper husbands, convention being the prime fault of that. She might be of the ultra passionate type, while her husband is quite the reverse. She might be the type who craves certain caresses-both active and passive-but is denied them by a husband who wouldn't hesitate to kiss the cunt of his mistress, but wouldn't for the world do the same for his wife, nor would he dream of inserting his cock into her mouth-he could never lower her to do that!

What better way, then, than for her to engage a room at this delightful place and take her fill of the good things in life?

Shall I tell you of other possibilities within those walls? Yes?

Then listen: I had often talked at great length with the woman who runs the house, and she told me many strange things. Though there were no names mentioned, she held back nothing that might lend fact to the telling. She told me of a certain married woman who greatly loved her husband and wanted a baby by him. But he, unfortunately for her, didn't want her to have a baby; in spite of the fact that he was an amorous man and fucked her every night and sometimes in the morning before rising. But at the expiration of each session, he compelled her to take a careful douche, thus preventing her from becoming with child.

She didn't like it. She coaxed him to give her a child, but it was no use. He insisted it would ruin her figure and that ended that. But it didn't end her desire for a baby. Determined to get herself “caught,” she set about putting a most witty plan into action.

Now there was not the slightest reason why she shouldn't have gotten in the family way, for there were thousands of men who would have given an arm each for the mere privilege of spending an hour between her adorable thighs, but she loved her husband and would have gladly died rather than to have allowed another man fuck her.

She knew he went with other women once in awhile, and she knew she could do little about it since most men had their mistresses, so she hit upon a very witty ruse. First of all, she wrote her husband a very pretty letter. Two or three days later, she wrote another. This was followed by a third, a fourth and a fifth, each letter a little more daring, each a little more naughty. She said she dare not divulge her name, but made no secret of the fact that she was smitten with him, and would never rest happily until she had possessed him.

Like most men, he fell for the ruse at once. A beautiful lady of refinement and culture wanting him to diddle her was a little too much for his sensitive nature. A day or two later he received another letter. This one informed him that the lady would be at the Cupid's Nest on a certain evening, and if he would promise to meet her there, abide by the rules of the place and never seek to find out her identity, and was willing to satisfy her constant longing, he should meet her there.

Everything worked out as she desired it. She engaged the room, and he had the good fortune of being conducted into the lady's room where he made short shift of pleasing and gladdening her heart.

Thinking, of course, that he was with some social butterfly whose only thought was to be royally and properly fucked, the good man did a wonderful job, such a thing as douches being the least of his thoughts. The result of that single meeting was a beautiful baby boy.

Shall I tell you of still another and far more thrilling case? Yes? Then listen to this, for it's but another example of the possibilities in this wonder-house, though you'll admit it the strangest case you have ever heard of. Indeed, I couldn't think of a better illustration than this one.

Shortly before my advent in Pest, there lived a very beautiful young woman. Nearby lived a distant cousin with whom she shared a special friendship. He was some six or seven years her senior, and like his cousin, unusually handsome-tall with wavy black hair and broad shoulders. He was greatly sought after by the ladies. Indeed, he sought the ladies, too.

The girl was quite in love with her handsome cousin, but she dared not tell him of this. Finally, the thing became an obsession. She could think of nothing else save her handsome brother. Now it happens that this girl had never tasted the joys of a male member. No man had ever touched her, nor had she ever been pricked with the desire for a man, and now, for the first time in her young life, she felt the call of the flesh. She couldn't, of course, divulge her secret to even her most trusted friend; she had to suffer alone.

A month passed. During that time she read all the books she could find on the subject of love, and since the book shops sold lewd items almost openly, she had little trouble getting several of the better-known works. Since these books pictured the various ways in which men and women enjoyed the carnal acts, her education grew. And with her education grew her passion.

Desperate now, she began throwing herself in her brother's way. Becoming more and more brazen, she began appearing before him wearing less and less clothing, though she never let on that she knew her brother saw her. But nothing happened. If he became smitten with her freely exposed charms, it only increased his desire for other women.

She tried every conceivable trick she could conjure, but she couldn't entice her handsome cause to her arms. She knew he went out with girls, and this annoyed her. She followed him, but this did little good. She persisted, however, and finally she happened to follow him one night when he went to the Cupid's Nest. Eva was no fool. She knew something about the place-as did most sporting women-and after a little inquiry here and there, she got the whole story.

Her happiness knew no end! Without another thought, she rented a room.

But, as will sometimes be the case, she spent several nights there before she saw her handsome cousin, and then her thoughts quite carried her away. Without delay, she sent word and hastened to the designated room. Having been to the place several times, he knew just exactly what to do-and he did it.

With wildly beating heart, she lay there listening to him undress, thrilling anew with the fall of each garment. And you may be sure the happy fellow lost no time in gliding into bed with the wildly passionate girl where, after exchanging kisses of every kind, he gave her proof of his manhood again and again.

He must have found her tender little cunt most pleasing, for it was hours before he had enough of it. Just before he left, she pressed a prepared note into his hand. It said that she would expect him the following night and that he must not fail her, since she had fallen desperately in love with him. He kissed her in response to her command.

No longer a maiden, a smile on her beautiful face, she settled down to rest and dream of another night with her handsome cousin!

The next night she watched him dress and noted the great care he took that he might be at his best with his new love-little dreaming that his new love was his own cousin.

What mattered if she committed sinful acts? Did she not love him? And hadn't he whispered in her shell-like ear that he loved her, even though he didn't know who she was?

Her carriage was waiting when she slipped from her home, and she was quickly driven to where the Cupid's Nest was located. Without delay, she slipped into her rented room. Her handsome cousin had not yet arrived, but she hadn't long to wait. Pressing the note into a servant's hand, she watched him deliver it, thrilled to her pretty toes when she saw her brother's face light with inward pleasure at reading it!

She slipped into her room. Naked from top to toe, her well-developed breasts heaving with inward delight, her cunt throbbing with longing for the feel of his lovely rammer, she threw herself upon the bed and waited!

The previous night she had been a novice. It being the first time she had ever been with a man, she was the least bit timid. But tonight! Tonight she would be different! Tonight she would return some of those thrilling kisses he had bestowed upon her! Tonight she would banquet on the spermatic sweets she had so often read about! She would abandon herself like those girls she had read of in the naughty books; she would drink pleasure to the full!

For a full month, these two lovers occupied the same room, and eventually she became pregnant by him. But she was clever. One night she saw him with another handsome young man, and knowing the man was of splendid family, she passed up her cousin and invited this other man to her arms. Then, by what I thought was a very clever ruse, she managed to acquaint this man with her identity, and the fellow, thinking he had been the only one, married her-and they lived happily ever after.