Free Reads!! Wednesday Briefs – Innocence & Carnality Part 42
Welcome to the next part in my Wednesday Briefs flash fiction serial, Innocence & Carnality! Each chapter has to be between 500 and 1,000 words and this week I chose the to skip the prompt.
Welcome back to Delaga House, Nathan.
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Part 42
“What is this?” I asked in a near whisper. A solemn hush accompanied the unfamiliar hidden passage. Rother nudged me along, preventing my reluctance.
“The viewing hall,” Rother said.
Without gaslights, the ambient glow came from the row of interior windows. Their position would have to look into separate rooms rather than view the outdoors. Spaced equally, each had an unremarkable door as a companion. I realized the hallway’s path took us behind the floor’s apartments.
Not far away, one of the other bouncers peered into a window, judged the interior, and moved on to the next in a slow, methodical pattern. I glanced into the first portal, stiffening as I found myself staring into a debauched scene of Vivian on her knees entertaining a patron. I refused to turn my head, convinced Rother wouldn’t approve no matter how hard I blushed.
“Why would you have this?”
“To protect our interests and the staff.”
A sordid thought of Mr. Lorings came forward. “How often do customers get out of line?”
“Not often. But it happens. There’s always someone watching just in case.”
Rother’s touch to my waist signaled our continued trek. It didn’t require much to move me away from Vivian’s work. The next room had a man and woman engaged in more carnal interaction. I regarded the coupling, both staff and client laughing and grunting. Their cavalier attitude towards fornication both scandalized and enthralled me. Clearly unattached, they enjoyed each other’s company in a fashion reserved for passionate lovers. For a price.
“Do they know?”
“I imagine some of them suspect. The mirrors only work in one direction and the door is camouflaged as a closet. If we stay reasonably quiet, the illusion holds. We have a service to perform.”
The next room featured two men of differing age brackets. The gentleman was rugged, yet clean cut and he pounded into the younger male with a vigor to shame Blythe. The intensity and ecstasy etched on their faces threatened to arouse me.
“This rather virile man is our Head Constable. His wife stopped all physical intimacy between them after the rather difficult birth of their sixth child five years ago. A devoted family man, he came to me two years ago when all his attempts to repair that side of his marriage failed. Occasionally sating his needs here keeps him from seeking a mistress who would want more from him.”
Absorbing Rother’s words, I watched being reminded of walking in on Harston and Blythe. However, the officer held the boy bent over by the hips, yet worked for minimal contact during his rutting with his eyes closed.
“He’s trying to avoid intimacy.”
“Unleashing into the boy allows him to stay true to his wife.”
“I doubt his wife would see it the same.”
“She’s not my client and he believes this will keep his marriage from collapsing. I admit, it’s a fragile reasoning, but not my place to unravel.”
“So we provide physical pleasure without the risk of personal entanglement?”
“Among other scenarios, yes.”
“What other scenarios?”
Rother gestured to continue down the hall. We passed three more rooms, each with some variation of men and women engaged with one another. Having grown up where such freedom was denied me, I found the all-male groupings the most fascinating. I understood their need to act out their hedonism in a safe place away from the public. The more I saw, the more my pulse quickened.
Until arriving at Delaga House, I’d only seen myself undressed in the mirror and afterwards my exposure to nudity was limited. All this bare skin and voyeurism left an erratic charge under my skin
The next room, however, dampened my building ardor.
Decorated into some poor medical office with an examination table, desk and outdated equipment—no doubt to be used as props—an older man sat dressed in a child’s bonnet, brandishing a giant lollipop. A staff member dressed as a doctor pressed a listening device to the chest of the “child” without being in his ears.
“The gentleman is the Chief Magistrate. This is his escape from the rigors of his position. Some of us handle stress in different ways.”
The doctor had the “child” lay back removing the man-sized diaper as he performed his dubious medical examination, revealing a hairless groin topped by a stubby, hard penis. The man played his infantile role well, arms and legs flailing in the air, even as the doctor pulled out a salve and began stroking his stubby erection.
“Did your nanny ever treat you this way?” Rother asked.
“I refuse to entertain that suggestion.” My unimpressed tone proved I was not amused by Rother’s idea or the disturbing scenario of physician molestation playing out before us. “This man needs professional help.”
Rother’s normally stoic facade held back a smile. “Looks like he’s getting it.”
I stepped away from the scene before it could scar me further. The sense of revulsion became less as seconds passed without it in my view. I centered myself quicker than I would have expected. It was small comfort, but I accepted it. Even after, my hands continued to tremble, so I shoved them into my pockets and turned on my husband.
“Why are you showing me this?”
“So you understand our role is more than simply procuring sex for our customers. They give us their money and trust and we keep their secrets. Men who bury their hidden natures tend to self-destruct in spectacular ways. Not all of it’s pleasant, but it is necessary. It’s a beneficial position for both sides and critical to my success.” Rother’s sounded more like a cold tutor rather than a supportive husband, but I was determined to learn all I could. I had never been so horrified by a subject I wanted to absorb.
“And what do you do with this carnal knowledge?”
“We’ll get to that. But there’s more. This next encounter is one I specifically wanted you to see.”
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