We arrived in London a little before midday, I had little idea of what to do. I only had a few pounds, besides, of course, the royal jewellery gift. This I did not want to pawn. Jean had not come as the proprietor of the Music Hall had offered him an engagement. The parting did not break my heart.
I took a room at a small hotel and slept most of the day. I dined alone and bought a ticket at the Pavilion Music Hall. The performance did not interest me, and half way through I got up and started to go home, when passing through the promenade I felt a hand on my shoulder.
"Hein, my little spitfire, how goes it?" I turned to confront Lewis, and gasped.
"Oh, let us be friends," he said, "I hear all about your success with that poor Mr. Restall; you shall come to my company now."
Well, it ended in supper and the wine and the rest made me rather abandoned; I showed too much leg and made far too much use of my eyes. Lewis was very fascinated. "And vat do you do now?" he asked.
"I don't know-I haven't much money."
"You come mit me."
And I went.
I followed him in the hansom and we were spinning homewards. Lewis was not affectionate in the cab. He merely gripped my hand tightly but my skirts remained chastely around my ankles.
The journey was a short one and we soon drew up before a stucco portico. A middle aged woman opened the door, apparently quite unmoved at my coming. It was obvious she reckoned me just one of the loose women whom Lewis brought home for his transitory pleasures. 48
He passed through a nicely furnished hall and we found ourselves in a delightful little dining room, with a table laid for four.
"I thought you would rather have a hot supper," he said, "you look a little faint, my dear."
"But why covers for four people?" I asked.
"Oh, that means nothing; I had meant to bring some men in to gamble, but that's off, now I've luckily met you."
The prospect of a good supper reconciled me to a marvellous degree to the position I was in. He busied himself with a bottle of champagne.
"The young lady will have the front room, I suppose," said the housekeeper with a nasty emphasis on the "young lady", as she laid down some dishes.
"You mustn't mind her, Nemmy," said Lewis when the door had closed, "she's a little blunt, but she's a jewel of a housekeeper," and then we fell upon the supper.
I let myself get drunk-I thought it better, the champagne was really good, and by the time supper was over, I was ready for anything. Our liqueurs finished, I suppose Lewis thought the critical moment had arrived. He had been in a state of passion ever since he had been with me, passion which was greatly increasing when he was seeing me with my hat off-my hair always had a bad effect on men.
I was excited, but I judged it better to be a little coy and I remained passive while his hands travelled up my legs. He prolonged the pleasure for himself, dallied over the bare strip of flesh over the stockings, and fumbled with the drawers before his fingers came to the fountain head.
I said not a word as he pulled my legs apart and straddled me across him, feeling me with both hands. Suddenly I felt his fingers undoing his trousers. In another minute I felt the hot penis tip rubbing against the saturated hairs of my pussy. In another moment he was into me like a knife.
Lewis was done in half a dozen strokes and was off me, standing up and panting, his penis still discharging little jets of semen.
"Get up, girl," he cried, and catching one of my hands he jerked me into an upright position. I could feel the stuff streaming in a sticky mass down my legs.
"Why get up," I said weakly.
"Why? Do you think I want you in the family way? I want you to be a great actress," and he made me cough and cough again till I assured him that I retained not a drop of his outpourings.
Then we rested and drank, and smoked. He made me undress and stand naked in front of him. I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror, standing stark naked against the wallpaper and a pretty picture I made there. I kissed my hands to the duplicate in the glass, and then flung myself again on the sofa, legs sprawled open wide, a prey to the most lustful imaginings.
Lewis pawed my body without ceasing. His fleshy plaything regained its former robust condition and again threatened me. His every breath gave me new lustful feelings. I wanted spectators there to view my indecency.
All the time I said nothing. I had just let my body be a facile instrument for Lewis to play on, but when for the second time he mounted me, I found tongue. It was really the first time in my life that I had been properly drunk and bad words flowed from my lips. I remember exhorting him to fuck me! FUCK ME! And then almost fainted as once more the consummation arrived.
He carried me to my room, a dainty little chamber. I lay dead beat on the bed, while he continued undressing. I noticed he swallowed some sort of pill in his whiskey and soda and then he was on top of me again.
This time it was a far more serious business, in fact quite a long and tiring fuck for me; I felt I should never come, and he was experiencing much the same sensation, but still it was very amusing. Across the picture sheet of my brain flashed the images of all the men I had slept with, and one or two I had not had at all, but would have liked to. The delight was ecstatic. I can only remember the final spasm, as I imagined one of our handsome comedians in my arms, and I am sure the name Lewis breathed when he spent was not Nemesis.
The sun's rays woke me in the morning-to find myself alone. In my subsequent relations with Lewis, I discovered that he very seldom let me see him in the morning until he had dressed and shaved.
Presently the housekeeper entered with a nice breakfast and we became friendly over a brandy and soda. She told me in answer to a question that Lewis had brought hundreds of girls to the house. I gathered that Lewis had the carnal run of pretty well known actresses.
It gave her quite a shock, she told me, when he brought home a young lady who played a devout Christian part in a famous religious play, and to hear her in the morning. "Which 'er language it were that awful!" she vouchsafed to me. "'Er a goin' through her lines with a cross in her hands, and calling me a bold bitch an 'our afterwards!"
From the remarks she let slip, I gathered that she had herself served her apprenticeship and had pretty high old times.
Certainly she had no cause to complain against the treatment of the world, for her billet with Lewis was a very comfortable one. There were two other women servants beside herself and a boy in buttons. The two girls were uncommonly good looking. I made enquiries as to whether they also filled the functions of occasional mistresses, but was informed that though the master's friends sometimes made use of these pretty handmaidens, the master himself never did so.
Lewis turned up early for lunch, seemingly pleased with himself, at any rate, after a capital lunch, he took advantage of his position and had me over the end of the sofa.
He was not very expeditious and while his penis was still tunnelling within me, conversed on theatrical affairs. I gathered that I was destined to be the star of his next production.
"You are to have marvellous costumes, my dear, one of them a full-tights dress, cut very low at the neck, is the most voluptuous thing-" but the thought of what I should look like, was too much for him, I suppose, and I felt the hot jets of his final effort within me.