A Fine Profession (The Chambermaid's Tales Part One) (36 page)

He relaxed and buri
ed his face in my shoulder.

“
You look gorgeous, Charley. You wear these so well. You're an angel,” he said, and kissed my forehead.

“
I love you,” I said, and settled in the nook of his neck. “What are you doing?”

“
Playing bloody war games. Stupid pricks I work with. Sometimes I wonder why I bother. I may as well do it all myself!”

“
I think we both need a break. Get away, from everything. I'll ask. I'm sure they won't be expecting me back in work anytime soon. Do you think you could wangle something?”

“
Umm,” he moaned, and kissed my mouth. “I love you too.”

“
Time off?” I demanded, almost.

“
I'll see what I can do,” he relented.

“
I think we need it, Noah. Please.”

“
Sure. Okay. You're right.”

“
We need this, trust me. I need you and only you. Just a week. Fly me somewhere?”

“
We are in January, you know…”

“
We'll go to the travel agent. I have enough to take us to the moon,” and he ran his fingers through my hair.

“You're a fighter, Charley.
”

“
I'm just trying to get through the day right now.”

He lifted me up
and carried me back to bed, holding me under the covers.

“
Does it hurt?”

“
The pain in my heart or the other?”

“
Both.”

“
Both are a dull ache that might never go away.”

“
I'm so sorry, Charley,” and he shed a few little tears.

“
Thank you,” I told him.

Not so long ago, there was one Initiate who was like a closed book. I couldn't find a way in. He didn't speak much, couldn't even really look at me and seemed so uncomfortable to be even in the same room as me.

I paced a little, hands pressed together, trying to decide upon a plan of attack. A thought occurred to me.

“Why are you really here?”

“
He told me you would sort me out,” he said.

“
But I only deal with people who need a bit of something to spice up their sex lives. You haven't yet been plucked, have you?”

“
What the hell do you mean?” he asked, misunderstanding my archaic language.

“
You're quite virginal?” I asked, after realising poetry was lost on him.

He stood gormless, embarrassed and ashamed; his silence confirmation enough.

“I don't deal with virgins, darling. I… this is not my territory. Did he realise that you were?”

“
Yeah. Told him so. S'why he sent me to you.”

Swine
, I thought. Noah was deliberately testing me and I could almost sense his thoughts speeding their way to me from wherever he was, for he would know what I'd be facing at that precise moment in time.

“
How old are you?”

“
Twenty-three,” he mumbled.

I stared crossly and he ad
mitted, “Twenty-seven.”

“
Right, so why are we here? In this predicament, at your age?”

“
Just can't find the right girl.”

“
Have you ever seen a girl naked?”

“
Err, one. And, oh, my sister…”

“
You into that, are you?”

“
Bloody hell, this is awful. No, I'm not! I just had a bad experience. It was a while ago…”

“
Tell me. You'll never see me again after today. You may as well just spill. Call me your sexual counsellor for the day.”

“
This girl, I'd been seeing her a while. It was…” he stammered.

“
I'm unshockable,” I said, encouraging him to tell me all.

“
I thought we were really going somewhere. We had a lot in common, the kisses were amazing, it was… great. I thought I might even love her. We were at Uni. She was a year older than me. I guess, it was nice just having a girlfriend, really nice, and I got my hopes up. We were about to do it one night, our first time. We'd been clubbing, were a bit drunk and it just seemed like the right time.”

I had some idea of where it was all going but I reeled back my inquisition, allowing him to get it all off his chest.

“We started kissing, touching, and everything, but I was really, really drunk and well… unable to. I tried to apologise, but she wouldn't have it. She tried to… she tried to rape me despite me being useless. I had to fight her, physically fight her, to get her off. It traumatised me. I never saw her again. I avoided her like my life depended on it. Whether it was drunken tomfoolery or not, I never could forget the way she just tried to force herself on me. It was… horrible and disgusting. The look on her face when I said no…”

“
It's probably not as uncommon as you think, just unlucky you had that for your first time.”

“
He said… the boss said… you would take care of me. He said you would be kind. He said you would understand. I know it seems ridiculous and that so much time has passed since then. Even when I say it, it sounds inane, but…”

The enigma that was my lover was speaking to me through this youngster and yet I did not hear his message clearly. Was he giving me the go-ahead or sending me another challenge? For all I knew, this was a set-up and complete ruse. I had to think quickly.

“What is it you want, exactly?”

“
Just to… I dunno. Have reassurance I'm not a weirdo. That every lass who tries it on won't be like that… making me feel dirty and used. I just want…”

“
Someone nice to help you overcome the fear?”

“
Yeah,” he smiled, warming up, and something else started plaguing me.

This specimen was terribly pretty and even more so now he had painted a smile on for me. I was conflicted. Perhaps I could just give this man everything he wanted and more and hope that it stayed between us. But that would never happen. Noah always got it out of me. He knew when I was lying and I hated to lie to him anyway. Moreover, I had to stay true to myself and t
o what I was getting out of the arrangement.

“
I want you to wash me, in the bathroom. I am a bit too sweaty and so, we can begin this way. We can take our time.”

He was bemused but soothed by my innocent smile.

“Shall we?”

The washing tactic was always the best way to figure out which part of a woman a man most responded to.

“Clothed or unclothed?”

“
Who? Me or you?”

“
Well, either, your choice.”

“
Me clothed, you naked, please. For now,” he said.

I removed my suspenders and stockings, my pink balconette bra and matching Fifties-style knickers. One thing Noah had told me beforehand was that my Initiate that day would require the soft treatment, so my clothing reflected as much. I stepped into the tub and switched on the shower.

I turned, placed my hands on the tile, and told him, “There's a sponge just on the bath bridge and some soap I like. Make sure you foam all of me. I like to be really, really clean before we begin.”

“
Uh, yeah, okay,” he whispered, a frog choking him.

He rubbed the soap into the sponge and lathered up with some water, rolling up his shirt sleeves before getting to work.

“You must be about my age, but you act a lot older.”

He wanted this to mean something, I could tell, but I had to get this out of his mind.

“I am here to teach you and please you, nothing more,” I reminded him.

“
Sure, yeah,” he said.

He went straight for my buttocks, lathering my rear rather luxuriously. No surprise there. He moved to my legs and worked well, getting every inch of my thighs and calves. He moved up my back to my shoulders and arms, and I turned around to let him wash my breasts. I looked at him without emotion, surveying his work, not betraying my thoughts. He betrayed his adoration, however, biting his lip and breathing hoarsely. His cute little face was blushing so innocently. He looked divine in a helpless, puppy-dog kind of way.

“Remember to scrub all of me,” I reminded him.

“
Uh-huh.”

He foamed the sponge up some more and started washing me slower, more intently, watching my eyes as the sponge touched me. It was the best way for him to familiarise himself with a woman without skin-to-skin contact. I saw how he loved to wash my stomach and hit the bottom of my breasts so that they bounced upwards a little. I couldn't help but smile, and he smiled too.

“You're so pretty. Your face, it's angelic,” he said.

He was so sweet that he couldn't even look at me after that. I was slightly annoyed by his constant need for some meaningfulness, but I couldn't help but be a little enamoured by his naivety. He was bringing the showerhead over toward me to rinse me off when I reprimanded him.

“You missed something, young man…”

“
What?”

“
Feet. I like those to be all pearly clean too.”

I
noticed throughout the routine that he had often gone toward my feet and decided against it. He either considered this a no-go area or was tentative about touching them less he get too excited. He looked at them and stared, hesitant, but did as he was told. The material of his trousers was tested for durability when he washed the toes and ankles.

I got out and then had him dry me. When I was f
resh and clean, I said to him, “Now, I want you to pleasure me. With your finger, just touch my clitoris, take your time, explore, go slowly. Do it gently.”

I placed one foot on the side of the bath to display myself and he watched in awe. He saw my foot there and it drew his concentration.

“Boy, I love feet,” he admitted.

“
We'll get to those,” I assured him, “but for now…”

Another man bringing me to orgasm was bending the rules but I decided to allow myself the pleasure that day, for Noah had also bent the rules in sending a virgin to me. Well, if he wanted me to rise to a challenge, then I would.

The Initiate inched his finger toward me and tentatively explored my folds.

“
You're so hot and sweet-smelling,” he said.

“
That's really good,” I told him, “really good. It's nice to tell a lady she pleases you. That's half the challenge ‒ to make a woman feel wanted and desired. If she feels that, she's yours… she's helpless then.”

He wiggled a finger inside and I gasped. He was a very pretty young man,
more my own age, and it had been a while since I'd enjoyed a fresh young cock. I was accustomed to more mature, lengthy conquests, not the quick rapid fucks of a tireless young buck.
Oh Noah, why have you sent this angel to test me so?
I thought.

With my head thrown back and my body succumbing to the onset of ecstasy, I was in no state to complain when a tongue touched me instead. Oh, I was in awe. He licked me slowly and daintily, looking up at my face as I tried to overcome the se
nsation of his mouth at my soaking pussy.

“
That's very pleasurable,” I said.

“
Tell me what to do,” he asked.

“
Just do that, oh yes, just touch me gently.”

I was so aroused. He slid his delicate hands around my buttocks and made me cum very tenderly, so that I moaned softly and let a wonderful warm wave wash over me gently. It was so delightfully sensual and comforting.

“There's only one thing I want now.”

“
Anything,” he responded.

“
Your cock out.”

He unzipped and brought out a thick sword of milky white cock, solid and smooth, with a large mushroom head. I was outraged that Noah had sent this to me. What to do with it, I didn't know. It was glaring at me, taunting me, and the Initiate smiled.

“There's no way that story was true,” I said.

“
No.”

“Then what?
”

“
He wouldn't have let me anywhere near you without that story. I heard about you from all the other guys. I just wanted to see what all the fuss was about. Now I know.”

He drew my stomach toward him and kissed it, looking up into
my eyes with wanton desire.

“
If you were mine, I wouldn't let you out of my sight. I'd fuck you senseless every night too. How ever you wanted me to. I would never tire of making you cum and cum and cum…”

This vile invader of what Noah and I had made my blood boil. He had no concept, and yet, his point of view reminded me that I was perpetually denying myself what I really wanted.

“You don't understand,” I said, taking a step back.

The young man disrobed before me until he was fully naked. He was scrumptious beyond compare: muscled, hairless,
pale and just a little above my height. I wanted him to pin me down and thrust himself inside me. He pushed his body up against mine and held me, his cock upright against my stomach. My breasts against his smooth chest ignited my want to greater heights. I needed pounding with the ferocity I knew he possessed. He stroked my hair and tried to kiss me, but I wouldn't allow it.

“
What am I missing?” he asked.

“
My service is not about penetration. I show the Initiates a little trick or two. I send them back to their wives with renewed vigour.”

“
I don't have a wife or a girlfriend, though,” he growled, tickling my ear with his tongue, insisting, “he need never know. I won't tell.”

“
That's all well and good but I can't lie to him. He will see through me.”

“
But, you do want me?” he goaded.

“
That's not the issue. If he finds out about this, you may even get fired.”

“
What? For shagging his whore?”

For that, I slapped the man. In that instant, he became vile and detestable.

“Get out,” I said.

“
No, I want my money's worth.”

“
Fine, get on the floor.”

I made him lie down and asked,
“I take it the foot thing wasn't a lie?”

“
No, it wasn't.”