Odalisque Paradise
All of his life, Charles had been a very boring young man. His personality was unnaturally dull, so much so that even in one of the most boring eras of humanity he was ostracized for his painstaking inability to orchestrate even the most simplistic forms of communication.
Perhaps for that reason more than any other, the arrival of an invitation from one of the ton’s most prominent bachelors was so completely irresistible. Charles had only once been introduced to the Duke of Greaves, but Greaves had offered him the polite promise that they should meet socially at some point. The invitation had followed.
Which is how Charles came to be standing before a tall domineering stone structure in the seediest part of the city. If it hadn’t been for the regal crest above the door, he might have turned and left. Instead, he bravely stepped forward and knocked. Charles had no inkling of the pleasures and horrors that awaited him.
The door opened to reveal a woman with large bosoms that rose in fleshy lumps above the line of fabric that crossed her chest. She moved so that her giant chest propped itself between the door and door panel blocking the view to Charles and anyone else who might happen to wander past. Her wide suggestive smile made Charles blush even as his eyes skipped back down to the cleft between her breasts.
“Help ya guvna?” the woman asked, arching her back so that her breasts rose even closer to Charles’ searching eyes.
Charles fumbled in his waistcoat pocket for the invitation he had received. The woman’s hand pressed against his chest, and then she moved her own hand over his. Eventually her hand vanished into the folds of cloth. When her hand emerged he was pleased to see that she came back with his invitation and nothing more. She held it up, but didn’t glance at it.
“Come to accept your invitation love?” she asked, holding the invitation between her fingertips.
Charles could hear giggles inside the building, and he wondered what kind of pleasures a place this run down could hold. He knew instinctively that this was a place for pleasures of the flesh. Another woman appeared. She latched onto the first buxom beauty, but this one was thin and willowy, with half-drunken eyes. He’d never had a woman look at him as these did they seemed liberated as they undressed him with their eyes. Confused, Charles considered turning back, but it was only the beginning of a thought, he could no more reject this opportunity for sex than he could decide he no longer needed breath. Gentleman or no, these girls wanted him, he could see it in their eyes, and he wanted to oblige.
“Let him in Betsy.” The second girl demanded, then she began to pull the first back by her shoulders. “He wants to play, and I’ll play with him.”
Perhaps for that reason more than any other, the arrival of an invitation from one of the ton’s most prominent bachelors was so completely irresistible. Charles had only once been introduced to the Duke of Greaves, but Greaves had offered him the polite promise that they should meet socially at some point. The invitation had followed.
Which is how Charles came to be standing before a tall domineering stone structure in the seediest part of the city. If it hadn’t been for the regal crest above the door, he might have turned and left. Instead, he bravely stepped forward and knocked. Charles had no inkling of the pleasures and horrors that awaited him.
The door opened to reveal a woman with large bosoms that rose in fleshy lumps above the line of fabric that crossed her chest. She moved so that her giant chest propped itself between the door and door panel blocking the view to Charles and anyone else who might happen to wander past. Her wide suggestive smile made Charles blush even as his eyes skipped back down to the cleft between her breasts.
“Help ya guvna?” the woman asked, arching her back so that her breasts rose even closer to Charles’ searching eyes.
Charles fumbled in his waistcoat pocket for the invitation he had received. The woman’s hand pressed against his chest, and then she moved her own hand over his. Eventually her hand vanished into the folds of cloth. When her hand emerged he was pleased to see that she came back with his invitation and nothing more. She held it up, but didn’t glance at it.
“Come to accept your invitation love?” she asked, holding the invitation between her fingertips.
Charles could hear giggles inside the building, and he wondered what kind of pleasures a place this run down could hold. He knew instinctively that this was a place for pleasures of the flesh. Another woman appeared. She latched onto the first buxom beauty, but this one was thin and willowy, with half-drunken eyes. He’d never had a woman look at him as these did they seemed liberated as they undressed him with their eyes. Confused, Charles considered turning back, but it was only the beginning of a thought, he could no more reject this opportunity for sex than he could decide he no longer needed breath. Gentleman or no, these girls wanted him, he could see it in their eyes, and he wanted to oblige.
“Let him in Betsy.” The second girl demanded, then she began to pull the first back by her shoulders. “He wants to play, and I’ll play with him.”
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