Well, by then
I thought I’d seen everythin’ in life
Until one of
the punters brought his wife
Or as Nancy
would say, ‘trouble and strife’
It took a
while to get used to her Cockney rhymin’ patter
Especially
when she used the first word and not the latter
Like she’d
say apples and mean stairs
Ye know,
apples and pears
So I was
tellin’ ye about the customer and his wife
Bloody hell,
I got the shock o’ my life
Thinkin’
that the foibles must be rife
Or somethin’
had to be wrong
There could
be no other reasons for bringin’ her along
Well, ye can
understand my anxiety
Wonderin’
what the hell she’d want from me
“I’ve come
to watch,” she said to me. “I want to bask in his misery.”
“That’s fine
by me,” I told her. “But that’ll require an extra fee.”
“Whatever
the cost I shall pay it to you. Would you mind if at some stage I joined in
too?”
That caught
me by surprise
And that
dark look in her eyes
It was
rather dauntin’
But I kept my
composure and asked, “What is it ye’re wantin’?”
“Well, I’m
afraid that dear Giles has misbehaved,” she told me. “Never have I seen
anything so depraved.”
She
mentioned his name
No one does
that in this game
Apart from
Sarah Lee
But that’s
only when he became a she
Not that it made
any difference to me
They could
be anyone they wanted to be
I asked her
what he’d done
And if he
was to be punished for his sordid fun
“For what he
has done he needs to be flayed,” she replied. “Stooping so low and fornicating
with the maid.”
I had to
stop myself laughin’ at what she relayed
That image
of Giles happily slummin’
And not even
hearin’ the missus comin’
“It was only
the pretty ones that he hired,” she continued. “But she got her comeuppance and
was instantly fired.”
That’s
typical o’ the rich
She got
dismissed because he had an itch
Punishments
were normally done by Nerys
But in this
case I was happy to get a wee piece
“Giles, I
demand that ye strip!” I yelled at him. “Yer degenerate act calls for the
whip!”
The woman
chortled with glee. “Make him suffer, do it for me!”
And like a
woman insane
I whipped
his bare buttocks again and again
Relishin’
his sobs and screams of pain
I then gave
the whip to my female guest
And she
lashed her man with equal zest
“Please, no
more!” he shrieked. “It’s terribly sore!”
“Sore?” she
cried. “Then you shouldn’t have cheated with that peasant whore!”
His pleas to
stop she continued to ignore
Until
eventually she got bored and chased him out the door
That’s when
she asked me the question
A rather
naughty suggestion
Her and me
I told her
that I’d agree if she paid double the fee
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