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Charlotte Wells had not been fucked for an entire month. If her mother had taught her anything, it was that as a bawd, one had to be especially careful in picking their bed mates. Bawds couldn’t be getting pregnant. Bawds couldn’t be risking catching the Pox. Bawds had to be constantly vigilant to protect their girls.
Her Ma had been lucky though. She had found a full time lover and partner in William North. Her needs were taken care of just fine. But not Charlotte.
Charlotte Wells had not been fucked for an entire month and it was making her insane.
“I never realized how much I was gonna miss doin’ it until I’ve not been able to for an entire goddamn month Luce.” She and her sister were eating breakfast together early one morning, waiting to open the brothel for the first of the morning culls to arrive.
“Well just, take care of yourself then?” Charlotte sighed as she took a hearty bite into her bread. “It’s just not the same if it ain’t someone else touchin’ you.”
“Alright. Then let one of the culls take you this mornin’. Just charge him more.” Charlotte considered it for a moment before dropping her head into her hands. “I’m the Bawd of the house Sprout. Can’t be going around riskin’ anythin’.”
Her sister just rolled her eyes. There was a knock at the door. Charlotte got up to get it. Intent on telling whoever the cull was to fuck off. Her girls needed another hour or two of sleep.
She whipped open the door angrily. A young man of maybe 17 or 18 stood there shifting his feet back and forth nervously, there was a piece of paper in his hands. “We ain’t takin’ culls yet.”
“Oh..well er..are you Charlotte Wells?”
“Yeah? Who’s askin’?” The boy held the paper out for her to take. “This is a letter for you. From Lady Fitz.” With one hand Charlotte snatched the letter, and with the other she grasped the boy by his lapels and yanked him in the house.
“If you tell me where she is, I’ll let you have half an hour free with one of my girls.” She growled in his face. The boy swallowed nervously and nodded his head rapidly in agreement. “She’s at the Blayne house in St. James. Her and her daughter.”
She let go of his lapels and slammed the door behind her. “Lucy!” Her sister peered her head around the corner. “Take this fine young man upstairs for a bit. I owe him a free half hour.” She shoved the boy towards her sister.
She rolled her eyes as he watched him stumble towards her sister, who simply sighed resignedly. The younger woman grasped his arm and began dragging him up the stairs.
She stared at the piece of paper in her hands. She had half a mind to tear the damn thing up and march over to St. James herself to let her anger out on Isabella, but she decided to read it out of curiosity more than anything.
Charlotte,
I wish I had the courage to look you in the eye to tell you the things I am about to say, but my guilt outweighs my confidence and I cannot bear the thought of your angry eyes upon mine.
I am so desperately sorry for how I betrayed you that day. I know you thought you had a way to bring my brother and the others down, but as you explained your plan, I knew my brother and his pawns would find a way around it. He always does.
That day I cared not about your plans against bringing anyone down, my priority and obligation has been and always shall be the safety of my daughter. You claimed as I left that I was safe in your house, but I have saw firsthand the ease with which Lydia Quigley came into the house and took my child from me.
I finally had the leverage I needed against Harcourt to get out from under my brother’s thumb and protect my daughter. And you as well Charlotte. The deal I made with him, I made him specify in writing that he never come near you or hurt you again. I know that seems such a small consolation after the way I betrayed you so, but knowing you will be safe from him...I haven’t the words to describe how relieved I am.
I will not ask for your forgiveness. I do not deserve it.
I will never forget what you did for me and what you gave me. I will treasure what little time we spent as friends for the rest of my life.
I hope your brothel continues to thrive and that you live a long and happy life.
Sincerely,
Isabella Fitzwilliam
Charlotte vibrated with anger. After an entire month she dares to try to justify her betrayal? And after all we went through together she can’t even say it to my face?
She heard footsteps coming down the stairs. She turned to see Fanny moving down carefully, Kitty cradled in her arms. “Fanny!” The red-haired girl whipped her head around. Charlotte could see that her anger must have been evident because Fanny’s eyes widened slightly in fear.
“Fanny. Open up for me today. I have an old friend to go visit.” Her words were said through gritted teeth.
The walk to St. James was not to far, Charlotte was there within the next half hour.
She was well aware she looked out of place in the ritzy neighborhood. She had already dressed for the day in her full bawd get up, a bright pink dress accentuating her breasts.
She caught a young girl running through the streets. “Can you tell me which of these houses is the Blayne house?” The girl nodded and pointed out one of the most opulent of the houses in the vicinity. Charlotte rolled her eyes. Of course. She placed 5 shillings in the girl’s hand.
The girl took off running again, full of glee at the coins jingling in her hands.
Charlotte walked up to the door and knocked and pulled the knocker angrily. Her anger had only had time to stew and grow in the half hour it took to get to the house.
She was surprised to see that Isabella herself opened the door a crack to see who was at her door so early. The older woman wrenched the door open completely in surprise when she realized who it was. She was dressed only in her boudoir, her hair not yet in her high wig.
“Ch-Charlotte? I-” Charlotte marched her way in past her. She watched as Isabella closed the door slowly. The older woman didn’t turn to look at her.
“What? Still can’t even look me in the eye?” Isabella turned slowly but her eyes still flitted around nervously. She walked over closer to Charlotte tentatively, who stood with her arms crossed in the middle of the room, radiating anger.
“Your daugh’er home?” Isabella stammered. “N-no she’s at school toda-” The slap echoed loudly throughout the room. Charlotte’s hand stung with the force of it. Isabella immediately reached up with both hands to touch at her distinctly reddened cheek. “Charlotte I’m so sor-”
“If you say you are sorry one more god fucking time I am going to break that chair across your fucking head!” Charlotte took a few deep breaths, trying to control her anger long enough to speak.
“After all I fucking did for you. I protected you and befriended you when you had no one. I gladly saved you from your self imposed damnation. If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t even have your fucking precious daughter back!” Isabella just stared at her dumbly. “Charlotte you-” Charlotte moved closer to the older woman, taking sick pleasure in the way the woman backed up slowly.
“Don’t say another fucking thing. There is nothing that you can do or say that will ever pay for what you did!” Isabella was backed up against the wall now. Charlotte had locked eyes with the woman, pinning her down with her angry gaze.. She tried to ignore the remorse and guilt she saw, but couldn’t help but notice the thinly veiled desire and arousal in the woman’s eyes.
They were both breathing heavily. Chests heaving. The thick tension of sex was suddenly enough to choke on. Isabella began to open her mouth to speak but Charlotte pushed forward and pinned her fully against the wall in a bruising kiss.
The older woman moaned unabashedly. Charlotte found herself groaning in relief. They kissed breathlessly, both pairs of hands groping and grasping forcefully.
Charlotte broke the kiss and attached her lips and teeth to the older woman’s neck. “Charlotte..yes..” Isabella hissed out. The younger woman relished in how weak Isabella was in her arms.
Charlotte sucked hard against the perfect and unblemished neck, being sure to leave a love bite in a place not easily hidden. The older woman continued to gasp sharply and moan out her pleasure. Desperate hands were grasping at Charlotte’s back, pulling at her dress.
Charlotte backed away long enough to rip off her dress. Years of experience had taught her how to do it on her own easily. She took the moment to appreciate Isabella’s kiss swollen lips and bedraggled look.
She immediately moved back in to continue her ministrations, this time moving down further to kiss and suck at the top of Isabella’s creamy breasts.
Charlotte reached her arms around and expertly pulled at the laces holding up the older woman’s stay. It fell to the floor with a soft clatter. The woman was left now in only her chemise and garters.
Charlotte went to back away again to remove the older woman’s chemise, but Isabella grabbed her up and forced her into another kiss. Charlotte melted into the kiss for a moment, but pulled away sharply with a gasp. Locking the older woman in a gaze that she knew said I’m the one in control here.
Charlotte again moved to yank Isabella’s chemise over her head and squatted down to pull at her garters. The woman was naked in front of her now, back still pressed against the wall.
She looked up in time to see Isabella watching her with adoration. She tried to look away but couldn’t. Don’t look at me that way. That’s not what this is about.
Charlotte’s anger had abated long enough to remember Isabella’s inexperience. She still wanted the roughness they were moving with before but something in the pit of her stomach reminded her that the older woman had been traumatized by her rape before and that as much as she hated to Isabella in that moment, it wouldn’t be right for her to try and hurt the woman this way.
She moved up Isabella’s body slowly, biting and sucking her way across the woman’s soft thighs and stomach until she reached her bare breasts.
Charlotte’s mouth watered at the sight of them before her. Her hands went around to grasp at the older woman’s back, pulling her to her mouth with a slight jerk. She reached forward and took one of Isabella’s stiff peaks into her mouth sucking and biting roughly. The older woman’s hands grasped at Charlotte’s waist, still covered by her own chemise and stays.
Charlotte found herself gasping in unrestrained pleasure at the feeling of the woman’s hands on her waist. She grabbed at the woman’s forearms and moved her arms in a V above her head.
“Don’t move them.” Her voice was breathless and husky with arousal. Isabella’s eyes darkened further as she nodded her head in agreement.
Her own hands continued roaming Isabella’s body, groping and grasping where she could. The older woman’s mouth hung open as she took in gasping breaths, littered with soft moans and groans between them. Charlotte’s mouth continued marking the woman’s neck and breasts with bruising love bites that were already beginning to turn a lovely shade of purple.
Charlotte leaned back, breathless. She stood up fully and trailed one hand from Isabella’s neck slowly down her stomach, delighting in the full body shiver that went through the older woman.
She finally reached the juncture of Isabella’s legs. Her hand teasing the woman by stroking her thighs first before. She leaned as close as to Isabella’s face as she could due to their difference in height, moving to her tip toes slightly to turn into the woman’s ear and whisper. “Beg me to touch you. I want to hear you tell me to fuck you.”
The older woman just threw her head back and whimpered in agony. Charlotte’s hand still touching everywhere but where the woman was craving it. Charlotte took her other hand and grasped the back of Isabella’s neck, forcing her to look at Charlotte.
“Ch-charlotte...please..just..” The older woman was clearly struggling to say anything at all. Charlotte just grinned at her cruelly. “I won’t touch you until you say the words ‘fuck me’.” Isabella choked on her gasps.
“Say it. Just say it and I will give you what you desire.” The older woman groaned loudly, breathlessly, she finally gave Charlotte what she wanted. They locked eyes and Isabella gasped out “Fuck me. Fuck me Charlotte.”
“There you go. How easy was that?” Charlotte’s fingers slid to the older woman’s center and she bit back a moan at the ease at which her fingers slipped through the wetness that she found. Isabella let out a shuddering moan of relief in response.
She marveled at the ease at which she could slip in her middle finger, so the second time she thrust into the woman, she added her ring finger as well. Her thumb rubbed torturous circles around the older woman’s clit. She leaned against the wall with her opposite arm to gain better leverage to thrust.
Isabella’s hips were following Charlotte’s hand desperately, seeking a more satisfying rhythm than what Charlotte was giving her. The older woman could no longer hold her arms above her head and her hand once again flew to find purchase on Charlotte’s hips to pull her closer.
Charlotte didn’t even notice. She was too focused on Isabella’s face and eyes locked in on hers. Their eye contact was inescapable. She watched, transfixed, as the older woman’s face contorted in absolute pleasure as her impending climax drew closer.
Charlotte threw herself forward into a kiss to claim Isabella’s climactic cries as the woman finally released against her. She drew back from the kiss and withdrew her fingers from the woman’s cunt, watching as the older woman slid to the floor as she was unable to hold herself up any longer.
Charlotte was throbbing with need. A month without proper release and the vision of Isabella coming undone against her almost made her come without even being touched. Both women were breathing hard. “Isabella? Do you remember how I pleasured you that night? How I took you with my mouth?”
The older woman nodded, still out of breath from her orgasm. Charlotte shimmied out of her garters and lifted her chemise just enough to expose the slickness between her thighs. Isabella smiled and crawled forward on her knees. They changed positions so that Charlotte was now leaning against the wall, but with Isabella beneath her.
“I’m not sure how-” “Just start licking, it’ll come to you.” Isabella grasped Charlotte behind the thighs and pulled her center to her mouth. Charlotte almost came from the first touch of the older womans tongue licking a long stripe up her wetness. Her hands flew to the dark haired head beneath hers. “Jesus. Fuck!”
Isabella’s mouth was inexperienced and sloppy against her center but her tongue was everywhere at once, the older woman’s hunger insatiable. Charlotte could feel herself starting to build to a powerful climax. “God..Isabella...yes! Fuck!” The hot tongue finally found purchase at her clit and finally after a long month of unsatisfying release at her own hand, Charlotte came hard.
She was sure that her grip on the older woman’s hair was unforgiving as her hips rutted against Isabella’s face to prolong her orgasm. “Isabella..Isabella!” Charlotte couldn’t stop herself from crying out the woman’s name at her pleasure. When her orgasm finally came to an end, she pulled back to look at her wetness smeared across the woman’s face and was instead met with Isabella’s eyes. They were full of pure wonder and reverence, teeming over with adoration. Oh. Oh God.
Tears suddenly sprang into Charlotte’s eyes. She pushed herself away from Isabella, hoping the older woman wouldn’t notice her tears. “Charlotte?”
Charlotte ignored the older woman as she grabbed her dress from off the floor and quickly put it back on, hot tears were still streaming down her face. She moved towards the door. “Charlotte wait, stop!”
“Isabella I am about to open that door and you are still naked so please stay away.”
“Charlotte I don’t understand wha-” Charlotte gripped the door handle with such force she almost hoped it would break under her hand. She spoke without looking back to the older woman. “Isabella Fitzwilliam. I fucking hate you. I hate that I trusted you and you threw it in my face and betrayed me. I hate that I ever tried to be your friend. But most of all.” She threw a last look at Isabella, eyes still full of bitter tears.
“I hate that I am still in love with you despite all of that.” With those final words, she ignored Isabella’s pleas to stay, throwing the door open and slamming it behind her. She made the trek back to Greek Street much quicker than it had taken her to get to Isabella’s house in the first place.
She threw the doors open and ran up the stairs to her bedroom. Slamming the door shut behind her and turning to place her forehead against the cool wood. What the actual fuck did I just do?