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They all agreed that none had known such a girl for working all hours and the general consensus of opinion was that she had been "fucked to death".
Sophie could listen had no more and moved away, knowing now for certain that this was the path that she was due to take. She knew most of the whores in the area and wondered who this poor unfortunate girl was. Would she perhaps have a chance to warn her? She asked this of the Spirit who merely pointed once again to the group of cackling whores. Sophie approached them once again and heard one say,
"Odd isn't it that she should be taken on Christmas Eve just as her partner Emily was only six years ago this very night!"
Sophie cried out in a horror and put her hand to her mouth. This poor woman, this wretch, this unfortunate specimen of humanity was her! This was not just the path that she might take; this was indeed her own path! The broken ivory in a corner of the room was Tiny Tim! She turned to the Spirit.
"No Spirit! Show me no more! I understand this is my path and I promise I shall do all within my power to take a different route! I implore you to take me back!" She clutched at the black shroud enveloping the Spirit and to her revulsion she could feel the bones of the Spirit beneath the shroud -- just a skeleton without flesh!
She closed her eyes and cried out, once again grasping at the Spirit which then seemed to take a different form. She opened her eyes.
The Spirit was gone! It was not pure white bones that she was clutching at but the warm and comforting wooden post of her own bed! Her eyes darted around the room. It was her own! She ran to the window and drew back the curtains. Bright sunlight fell into the room, reflecting from the pristine white snow that lay all around. The sky was a victorious blue and she had never been so happy to see it! A small boy was passing below and she called out to him.
"Hey! You there!" The boy he looked up. "What day is it today?"
"Why it's Christmas day you daft tart!" He too had not been told he was in a Dickensian novella but he is but a minor character dear reader, so we shall let it pass.... Sophie ignored the insults and leapt for joy; she had not missed it! Christmas day was upon her and she meant to make the most of it! She instructed the boy to rush to the nearest butcher and buy the biggest goose he could find and bring it back to her. She gave him a sovereign and he ran off down the street.
She never saw him again.
She quickly got ready in her finest ribbons and silks and rushed off to the house of her niece Rebecca. On the way she stopped to buy a goose, suspecting that the small street-waif was a thieving bastard. She arrived at the house and was welcomed like she had never been welcomed before! The goose was put in the oven for the coming feast and the smell of roasting poultry and Christmas pudding soon filled the air.
Sophie could not recall spending such a wonderful Christmas day, but she made sure she was back in her flat at lunchtime the next day, anticipating the arrival of her maid. She almost hugged herself with glee in anticipation of what was to come and she managed to compose herself as her maid came rushing into the flat, a full hour late!
"What time do you call this?" demanded Sophie in as gruff a voice as she could muster. The maid hung her head in shame.
"I am so sorry mistress; my sister and I were making rather merry yesterday on account of it being Christmas an' all but I promise I shall make the time up!"
"You certainly shall young...what is your name by the way?" The maid muttered that her name was Connie if it pleased her mistress. "Right then young Connie as punishment I demand that you join me in the bedroom this instant!" Sophie giggled inside at the look of fear on Connie's face as she led her into the bedroom. However the look turned to one of wonderment as Sophie quickly removed her garments and instructed Connie to do the same.
"I'd like you to meet Tiny Tim!" exclaimed Sophie (for it was not broken!) as she bade her young assistant lay on the bed. Connie's expression almost returned to fear when she saw the large carved phallus in Sophie's hands but then to relief when her mistress curled her arms around her waist, pulled her closer to her and kissed her fully on the lips. Although still convinced it was a trick, Connie kept her own counsel as her mistress wove magic with her fingers around her burgeoning nipples and moistening cunt. How did she know that she was partial to the flesh of one of her own sex?
Sophie gently but firmly pushed Connie back on to the bed and knelt between her thighs. She looked the young girl straight in the face and said,
"I think it's about time you shared in the profits of my little enterprise don't you?" Connie nodded dumbly, knowing full well that even a small percentage of her mistress's profits would go a long way to easing her financial burden. As she spoke, Sophie was running her fingers up and down the lips of Connie's cunt and she could not help but close her eyes as one, then two fingers were slowly inserted. The fingers, having done their work were then withdrawn to be replaced by the ivory phallus that she had espied earlier. Heaven only knows why it was called Tiny Tim was a thoughts that passed fleetingly through young Connie's mind before her mistress began to slide the object in and out of her sopping cunt.
Connie cried out as the monster her invaded her innermost being and within seconds she was overcome by an orgasm the like of which she had not received for many a long year. She blinked her eyes open and gazed in gratitude at her new mistress. New indeed! Surely this could not be the harridan in whose employ she had been these last five years? As if sensing the girls confusion Sophie convinced her of her intentions to make things right and ensure that young Connie and her sister were taken care of.
Connie could hardly speak for of joy and gratitude at this turn of events and instructed her mistress to take her place on the bed. Such daring! Commanding her mistress in such a way! However Sophie took her place on the bed as instructed and opened her pale thighs.
Connie gazed down at her mistress's body as if for the first time. She kissed her gently about the neck and then worked her way down to her bosom. She caressed the soft white globes with her hands and kissed and nibbled the erect stalks of her nipples with her tongue and teeth. Her mistress cried out as her fingers slipped between the folds of her cunt and sought the small pink bud she knew she would find. And find it she did! The gasps and cries of her mistress were evidence of the discovery! Within seconds her fingers were replaced by her lips and mouth and teeth as she teased and worried the small pink bud, bringing her grateful mistress to three (three!) orgasms over the next half an hour.
Soon both girls were spent and lay next to each other in a warm embrace. Sophie was good to her word and shared her remuneration with Connie. Indeed the two girls often worked in tandem, a delight that increased the clientele in not only number but also standing as word of the girls' skills and talents spread throughout London Town. Connie's sister was employed to act as maid in Connie's place and the three girls lived, to coin a phrase, happily ever after.
And as Tiny Tim said, "Blimey it's dark in here!"
THE END
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