Indecent: 15 Erotic Victorian Romance Story Box Set (38 page)

"Now, it is a fact, as you may see for yourselves, that
my pubic hair is of a very full and rich tint, so that it seemed to me that if
there was to be any competition in the matter I stood as good a chance as any
woman that I had ever met. Vincent Spunking seemed to know so much about it
that I thought he might prove useful, so I just ordered him to put up the
shutters for the day and to come right away in me. He was very willing to have
a holiday, so we shut the business up and he bent me over the counter, his cock
already hard as he knelt and licked my pussy until it dripped with wetness. He
thrust himself into me a moment later and I moaned at the familiar sensation of
him deep in me. He fucked me in that position with my clit rubbing the edge of
the counter until I came not once but twice. Only then did he speed up and
finally spasm deep inside me, filling me with his cum. Once we had both
recovered ourselves we started off for the address that was given us in the
advertisement.

"I never hope to see such a sight as that again, Miss.
Homes. From north, south, east, and west every woman who had a shade of red in
his pubic hair had tramped into the city to answer the advertisement. Fleet
Street was choked with red-pubed folk, and Pope's Court looked like a coster's
orange barrow as all held their dresses aloft to prove their right to the
position. I should not have thought there were so many in the whole country as
were brought together by that single advertisement. Every shade of colour they
were -- straw, lemon, orange, brick, Irish-setter, liver, clay; but, as
Spunking said, there were not many who had the real vivid flame-coloured tint.
When I saw how many were waiting, I would have given it up in despair; but
Spunking would not hear of it. How he did it I could not imagine, but he pushed
and pulled and butted until he got me through the crowd, and right up to the
steps which led to the office. There was a double stream upon the stair, some
going up in hope, and some coming back dejected; but we wedged in as well as we
could and soon found ourselves in the office."

"Your experience has been a most entertaining
one," remarked Homes as her client paused and refreshed his memory with a
huge pinch of my bottom. "Pray continue your very interesting
statement."

"There was nothing in the office but a couple of wooden
chairs and a deal table, behind which sat a small woman with her legs wide
apart and pubic hair that was even redder than mine. She inserted her fingers
into each candidate as they came up, and then she always managed to find some
fault inside them which would disqualify them. Getting a vacancy did not seem
to be such a very easy matter, after all. However, when our turn came the
little woman was much more favourable to me than to any of the others, and she
closed the door as we entered, so that she might have a private word with us.

" 'This is Mr. Jane Wilson,' said my assistant, 'and
she is willing to fill a vacancy in the League.'

" 'And she is admirably suited for it,' the other
answered, looking under my dress and yanking down my panties. 'She has every
requirement. I cannot recall when I have seen anything so fine.' She took a
step backward, cocked her head on one side, and gazed at my pubic hair until I
felt quite bashful. Then suddenly she plunged forward, shoved her fingers into
me and began fucking me until I felt that I might collapse to the floor. As she
did so, Spunking moved behind me and forced his cock into my arse, the two of
them sliding me between them until I reached an intense orgasm. At this point
she wrung my hand, and congratulated me warmly on my success.

" 'It would be injustice to hesitate,' said she. 'You
will, however, I am sure, excuse me for taking an obvious precaution.' With
that she seized my pubic hair in both her hands, and tugged until I yelled with
the pain. 'There is water in your eyes,' said she as she released me. 'I
perceive that all is as it should be. But we have to be careful, for we have
twice been deceived by pubic wigs and once by paint. I could tell you tales of
cobbler's wax which would disgust you with human nature.' She stepped over to
the window and shouted through it at the top of her voice that the vacancy was
filled. A groan of disappointment came up from below, and the folk all trooped
away in different directions until there was not a red-pube to be seen except
my own and that of the manager.

" 'My name,' said she, 'is Mr. Doris Ross, and I am
myself one of the pensioners upon the fund left by our noble benefactor. Are
you a married woman, Mr. Wilson? Have you a family?'

"I answered that I had not.

"Her face fell immediately.

" 'Dear me!' she said gravely, 'that is very serious
indeed! I am sorry to hear you say that. The fund was, of course, for the
propagation and spread of the red-pubes as well as for their maintenance. It is
exceedingly unfortunate that you should be a spinster.'

"My face lengthened at this, Miss. Homes, for I thought
that I was not to have the vacancy after all; but after thinking it over for a
few minutes she said that it would be all right.

" 'In the case of another,' said she, 'the objection
might be fatal, but we must stretch a point in favour of a woman with such a
triangle of hair as yours. When shall you be able to enter upon your new
duties?'

" 'Well, it is a little awkward, for I have a business
already,' said I.

" 'Oh, never mind about that, Miss. Wilson!' said
Vincent Spunking. 'I should be able to look after that for you.'

" 'What would be the hours?' I asked.

" 'Ten to two.'

"Now a porn business is mostly done of an evening,
Miss. Homes, especially Thursday and Friday evening, which is just after
pay-day; so it would suit me very well to earn a little in the mornings.
Besides, I knew that my assistant was a good man, and that he would see to
anything that turned up.

" 'That would suit me very well,' said I. 'And the
pay?'

" 'Is 4 pounds a week.'

" 'And the work?'

" 'Is purely nominal.'

" 'What do you call purely nominal?'

" 'Well, you have to be in the office, or at least in
the building, the whole time whilst masturbating throughout. If you leave, you
forfeit your whole position forever. The will is very clear upon that point.
You don't comply with the conditions if you stop touching yourself or move from
the office during that time.'

" 'It's only four hours a day, and I should not think
of leaving,' said I.

" 'No excuse will avail,' said Mrs. Doris Ross;
'neither sickness nor business nor anything else. There you must stay, or you
lose your billet.'

" 'And the work?'

" 'Is to fuck yourself with a length of wax candle whilst
copying from the Erotica Britannica. There is the first volume of it in that
press. You must find your own ink. pens, and blotting-paper, but we provide
this table and chair. Will you be ready to-morrow?'

" 'Certainly,' I answered.

" 'Then, good-bye, Miss. Jane Wilson, and let me
congratulate you once more on the important position which you have been
fortunate enough to gain.' She bowed me out of the room and I went home with my
assistant, hardly knowing what to say or do, I was so pleased at my own good
fortune.

"Well, I thought over the matter all day, and by
evening I was in low spirits again; for I had quite persuaded myself that the
whole affair must be some great hoax or fraud, though what its object might be
I could not imagine. It seemed altogether past belief that anyone could make
such a will, or that they would pay such a sum for doing anything so simple as
masturbating whilst copying out the Erotica Britannica. Vincent Spunking did
what he could to cheer me up, licking my pussy until I came countless times,
but by bedtime I had reasoned myself out of the whole thing. However, in the
morning I determined to have a look at it anyhow, so I bought a penny bottle of
ink, and with a quill-pen, and seven sheets of foolscap paper, I started off for
Pope's Court.

"Well, to my surprise and delight, everything was as
right as possible. The table was set out ready for me, and Miss. Doris Ross was
there to see that I got fairly to work. She started me off upon the letter A,
using her hand to arouse me whilst kissing my neck. Once she saw I was
thoroughly wet between the legs, she then he left me; but she would drop in
from time to time to see that all was right with me, watching as I fucked
myself with my hand, taking my time as I knew if I reached orgasm too soon, I
might lose interest in continuing this endeavour. At two o'clock she bade me
good-day, complimented me upon the amount of climaxes I’d achieved and the
amount that I had written, and locked the door of the office after me.

"This went on day after day, Miss. Homes, and on
Saturday the manager came in and planked down four golden sovereigns for my
week's work. It was the same next week, and the same the week after. Every
morning I was there at ten, and every afternoon I left at two. By degrees Miss.
Doris Ross took to coming in only once of a morning, and then, after a time,
she did not come in at all. Still, of course, I never dared to leave the room
for an instant, for I was not sure when he might come, and the billet was such
a good one, and suited me so well, that I would not risk the loss of it.

"Eight weeks passed away like this, and I had written
about Abbots and Anal and Armour and Architecture and Attica, and come over and
over again and hoped with diligence that I might get on to the B's before very
long. It cost me something in foolscap, and I had pretty nearly filled a shelf
with my writings. And then suddenly the whole business came to an end."

"To an end?"

"Yes, miss. And no later than this morning. I went to
my work as usual at ten o'clock, but the door was shut and locked, with a
little square of card-board hammered on to the middle of the panel with a tack.
Here it is, and you can read for yourself."

He held up a piece of white card-board about the size of a
sheet of note-paper. It read in this fashion:

THE RED-PUBED LEAGUE

IS

DISSOLVED.

October 9, 1890.

Shelly Homes and I surveyed this curt announcement and the
rueful face behind it, until the comical side of the affair so completely
overtopped every other consideration that we both burst out into a roar of
laughter.

"I cannot see that there is anything very funny,"
cried our client, flushing down to the roots of her flaming pubes. "If you
can do nothing better than laugh at me, I can go elsewhere."

"No, no," cried Homes, shoving her back into the
chair from which she had half risen. "I really wouldn't miss your case for
the world. It is most refreshingly unusual. But there is, if you will excuse my
saying so, something just a little funny about it. Pray what steps did you take
when you found the card upon the door?"

"I was staggered, miss. I did not know what to do. Then
I called at the offices round, but none of them seemed to know anything about
it. Finally, I went to the landlord, who is an accountant living on the
ground-floor, and I asked him if he could tell me what had become of the
Red-pubed League. He said that he had never heard of any such body. Then I
asked him who Miss. Doris Ross was. He answered that the name was new to him.

" 'Well,' said I, 'the gentleman at No. 4.'

" 'What, the red-pubed woman?'

" 'Yes.'

" 'Oh,' said he, her name was Wilma Morris. She was a
solicitor and was using my room as a temporary convenience until her new
premises were ready. She moved out yesterday.'

" 'Where could I find her?'

" 'Oh, at her new offices. She did tell me the address.
Yes, 17 King Edward Street, near St. Paul's.'

"I started off, Miss. Homes, but when I got to that
address it was a manufactory of artificial members, and no one in it had ever
heard of either Miss. Wilma Morris or Miss. Doris Ross."

"And what did you do then?" asked Homes.

"I went home to Saxe-Coburg Square, and I took the
advice of my assistant. But he could not help me in any way. He could only say
that if I waited I should hear by post. But that was not quite good enough, Mr.
Homes. I did not wish to lose such a place without a struggle, so, as I had
heard that you were good enough to give advice to poor folk who were in need of
it, I came right away to you."

"And you did very wisely," said Homes. "Your
case is an exceedingly remarkable one, and I shall be happy to look into it.
From what you have told me I think that it is possible that graver issues hang
from it than might at first sight appear."

"Grave enough!" said Miss. Jane Wilson. "Why,
I have lost four pound a week."

"As far as you are personally concerned," remarked
Homes, "I do not see that you have any grievance against this
extraordinary league. On the contrary, you are, as I understand, richer by some
30 pounds, to say nothing of the minute knowledge which you have gained on
every subject which comes under the letter A. You have lost nothing by
them."

"No, miss. But I want to find out about them, and who
they are, and what their object was in playing this prank -- if it was a prank
-- upon me. It was a pretty expensive joke for them, for it cost them two and
thirty pounds."

"We shall endeavour to clear up these points for you.
And, first, one or two questions, Miss. Wilson. This assistant of yours who
first called your attention to the advertisement -- how long had he been with
you?"

"About a month then."

"How did he come?"

"In answer to an advertisement."

"Was he the only applicant?"

"No, I had a dozen."

"Why did you pick him?"

"Because he was handy and would come in me cheap."

"At half-wages, in fact."

"Yes."

"What is he like, this Vincent Spunking?"