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Duncan Somerville set his top hat on the coat rack that stood beside his bureau. Looking at his reflection in the large mirror on the wall that hung above it, he brushed a hand through his hair, a broad smile on his face. It was by hard work that he had made his fortune, but nature had been helpful by providing his good looks. Once again, he had charmed his way into another opportunity. At twenty-seven, he would be soon holding a third of another business.
Duncan had just arrived home from a meeting with Milton Livingstone. He had heard that Milton was an old genius, but until he had a meeting with the half-crazy man, Duncan was not convinced. As he walked over to pull the large lever on the wall, Duncan recalled the details of his earlier appointment. He tried convincing himself that it was the blueprints that finally persuaded him. Chuckling, he shook his head. He knew that it was actually his “assistant” that had hooked him into the idea. And she was completely unaware.
Duncan held down the lever on the wall, waiting for his butler to respond to his call. Hopefully, his butler had received a reply by now from his messenger. As the thin man dressed in black and white entered the room and stood with his hands folded behind him, Duncan spoke, “Charles, have you any word?”
“Yes, Sir. Miss Livingstone has received the message and has sent a reply.” Charles held up his right hand, displaying the folded paper that he had been holding.
“Excellent,” Duncan replied, taking the note. “Before you release the staff for the evening, make sure you get any help you need to ‘fire up’ the furnace a bit more. I will be turning on the steam bed warmer early tonight.” As Duncan sat on his oversized chair in the corner to wait for his valet, he added, “Before James leaves, however, tell him to bring my nightrobe back up. The alterations should be complete. I’m changing early tonight, so be quick about it, will you?”
It was more of a command than a question. All of Duncan’s staff knew to follow his requests as demands and quickly. Duncan paid them well but expected complete and immediate obedience to his every wish. Charles knew to never second guess or question anything that Duncan wanted.
“Very good, Sir.” Charles turned and left the room to seek out James. As Charles walked down the hallway, no longer in Duncan’s sight, he raised an eyebrow. He had read the note, unbeknownst to Duncan. It had said that she would be by after sunset as directed to discuss anything that he “felt was still holding him back”. If Duncan was expecting a lady guest, why wasn’t he preparing the library or conservatory for a visit? Certainly, business was not going to be discussed in his bed-chamber.
Charles knew Wilson, the Livingstone’s butler, so he knew of significant events that transpired in the Livingstone household. He was sure that Duncan must know that Milton’s young eighteen-year-old daughter had been promised to Edison Farnsworth. What was the reason for this clandestine meeting? Brushing his coat's lapels to make them in order before he instructed James, Charles decided that he would find out exactly what his master was doing.
***
Blanche Livingstone gave her chambermaid a stern look. “If you tell my father, then I will not be providing you with that extra money to go sneaking off with your little ‘friend’ Oliver every Saturday after tea.” She moved to take the satin ribbon of her velvet capelet from her maid and tied it herself. Seeing her maid bow her head, Blanche smiled, satisfied that she had gotten the upper hand. “Don’t worry. My father has no idea about it, and I do not plan on him finding out. Just cover for me if he calls for me tonight. Remember to tell him that I have retired for the evening with those womanly pains.” She chuckled, knowing that her father would never question that his daughter needed rest when it concerned delicate female matters.
“Yes, Miss Livingstone,” Abigail responded. The girl quickly walked up the hallway, leaving Blanche alone at the side door. It was Abigail’s responsibility to make sure no one in the household found out that she was gone. Blanche had promised her an extra month’s wages if everything went as planned and no one found out. Abigail was a bit curious why her mistress was sneaking out. Still, the generous reward was enough to calm her curiosity. With the large bonus, Abigail would be able to double her savings towards her dream of leaving the city with Oliver.
Blanche snatched the cardboard tube and silk reticule from the table near the door and quietly exited the house. As she neared the gate for the servant’s entrance, Blanche peered out onto the street and saw the hansom cab that she requested had arrived. She hid as a carriage strolled by. The few lampposts on the small street were already lit, and she could see the driver perched atop the cab's rear. She opened the gate slowly as not to make any noise and walked out to the street. “Good evening, Sir. I am ready to depart. I believe you have the address already.”
“Evening, miss. My name is Henry.” The older man looked down and saw the stunning young red-headed female standing at his cab without an escort. Jumping down from the seat, he removed his hat as he spoke. He was not used to transporting such beautiful ladies alone. Surely, she was waiting for her husband or father to appear. Hoping the first did not exist, he chose to ask, “Are we waiting for your father?”
Reaching into her reticule, Blanche pulled out a small coin purse and handed it to the driver. She had not expected the man to get down from his seat. “My father, Mr. Livingstone, is feeling under the weather. He is unable to attend the meeting and has asked me to take these blueprints in his stead. It is important that I get there and back without anyone being the wiser.” Looking around and seeing no one, she continued, “My father is on the brink of making a new discovery. I hope this amount will ensure the needed privacy.”
Blanche waited for the driver to inspect the coin purse’s contents and hoped the amount would suffice. She had taken a few coins from Edison’s substantial gift box to her father, hoping to help convince the driver that it was worth the secrecy. Mentioning her father’s name, too, was on purpose. She had hoped it would gain her some respect, and the driver would agree to keep his mouth shut.
Henry opened the tiny coin purse using the light from the lamp to see a few gold sovereigns among the shillings within. Expecting only to see a few shillings at best, Henry quickly stuffed it into the pocket of his breeches before the young lady changed her mind. Frankly, he could care less what she was up to if she were willing to give him that amount of money. Now he would be able to take the rest of the week.
He pulled down the wooden door to allow entrance into the cab. “Certainly, Miss Livingstone. I am at your service. You can count on me for your discretion. I hope after tonight you will want to call on me as often as you need.” He bowed and held out a hand, assisting her into the cab. As he watched her climb in, he couldn’t help but notice how beautiful the girl was. Suddenly, he was envious of whomever she was going to visit.
Blanche sighed with relief. It was more money than she had wanted to give, but she needed to ensure that she arrived quietly at Mr. Somerville’s residence. As she sat in the cab on the drive across town, Blanche rehearsed everything she had heard her father say about the plans. As things were currently going, the household was spending more money than her father was making. If she and her father were successful in this endeavor, they would never have to worry about money again.
Leaning on her right arm a little, Blanche tried to block her worries from her mind. Biting her lip, she silently hoped that Marjorie, her father’s nurse, was right. In the last month, her father had fallen ill, but Marjorie had assured Blanche that the worse of it was over. Her father had been cured of whatever illness that had overcome him. To assist in her father’s recovery, Blanche had spent the last several weeks becoming closer to her father. She knew everything no regarding her father’s plans for the flying train hotel, much to the chagrin of her fiancé.
When Edison was around, it made Blanche practically hate that she was a woman. Edison was twenty-five years her elder, but she had been promised to him as a term in her father’s latest partnership. At first, the arrangement seemed ideal. Edison had brought her gifts and would sit in the library with her on visits. He had told her that it would be an extended courtship and she would not be pressured into anything before she was ready.
As soon as she asserted some interest in the business, however, he had begun dismissing her. The flying steam train hotel was one of those ‘things a woman needs no involvement in’ was what he had told her during their last encounter. Blanche pouted softly as she watched the scenery go past. As soon as her father was fully recovered, she would tell her father all of her concerns.
Recalling the meeting earlier in the day, she remembered the suave gentleman that had been sitting across from her father’s desk as she entered the room with her father’s tea. Blanche was curious to see how the meeting was going and had volunteered to relieve the maid of the task of delivering tea. She had been quite surprised at the note she received shortly after his departure. It had requested she personally stop by to answer a few questions to ‘assist’ in his decision.
Of course, Blanche was practically desperate to get the final steps of her father’s dream complete, so she had sent a positive reply and made the arrangements. If this man could provide the finances necessary to complete the project’s funding, Blanche knew her father would be on the mend even faster. It was why she agreed to meet in such a scandalous manner. She was resolved to do whatever it took to convince Duncan Somerville to open his seemingly bottomless wallet.
***
“Thank you, kind sir. If you could return in an hour and wait for me here,” Blanche smiled as she held Henry’s hand to debark from the cab. “I certainly hope I do not take any longer than that for the meeting. I would hate to hold you up.” Just then, the horse nickered softly. As Blanche gazed upon the large black animal, it raised his front leg and tapped his hoof on the street, creating a loud clopping noise. Blanche chuckled and added, “And I would not want to make your horse wait either.”
The front doors of the homes here on Chillingham Road were at the street’s edge. Blanche watched the cab disappear before she rang the bell at the door. She gripped the cardboard tube nervously as the drawstrings of her reticule hung at her elbow. A few seconds later, a tall thin man opened the door.
“Good evening.” Charles greeted the young woman at the door quietly. He was the only one of Duncan’s staff that had not retired for the night. “You are here to speak with Mr. Somerville, is that correct?”
“Yes, sir. I am Blanche Livingstone. I’m here representing my father, Milton Livingstone. Mr. Somerville has sent word that he still has questions, so I am here to answer them.” Blanche spoke quietly, fully aware of the questionable looks the butler was already giving her. At first, she looked up at him as she spoke but averted eye contact as she noticed his reaction. It appeared as if she were bothering him.
Charles watched Blanche as she spoke, noting her appearance. Even in the streetlights, her beauty was apparent. The lights from within the entryway shone on her red hair spilled down from her shoulders onto her capelet. Seeing this delightful-looking girl at such an hour and knowing where she was headed made a tinge of jealousy surface. He was rarely envious of his master, but tonight he wished he were in different circumstances. “Follow me,” he responded flatly.
Leading the young woman up the stairwell, Charles walked her towards the end of the hallway. He turned to face Blanche as he raised his hand to knock. Wanting to get one last look at the young beauty, Charles looked at her once more. His mind grew curious to see what lie beneath the capelet but knew that sight would only be for Duncan. Perhaps Duncan had somehow bargained this beauty away from Mr. Farnsworth. As he heard the door unlatch, which was the sign to enter, Charles made plans to find out what Duncan was doing tonight with Miss Livingstone.
Duncan pulled the lever to unlatch the room door, thinking it might be Charles with his tea. “You can set the tea over at my desk. And make a note to purchase more of my oil—” Duncan had been across the room looking over the garden through the window as the door opened. His right hand was at his hip, and the other was moving slowly as his eyes were upon the rotunda across the lawn. The trail of candles along the path to it was glowing as his mind focused on the beyond. In his imagination, he was enjoying a woman’s attention in the dark under the roof of the rotunda, hidden from view. When he heard a small voice instead, his eyes widened.
Blanche stood nervously just inside the door. Her eyes had scanned the room from left to right. There was a bookshelf on the left wall with a large desk in front of it. To the right of that was a large bed on what appeared to be a marble platform with metal pipes going into it. Behind the bed, above the headboard, were several shiny metal pipes. It was the strangest canopy bed she had ever seen. A beautifully padded mauve velvet covered the four columns, and the canopy was metallic silver.
To the right of the bed was a large window, and a man was standing in front of it, facing away from her. At first, he appeared deep in thought, with one hand on his hip. Blanche was confused by his appearance, however. The man was in a nightrobe, the belt of it hanging on both sides. It was evident that it was open. As she stood there quietly, trying to figure out why he dressed in such a manner, she noticed his other elbow slowly moving. The man was staring out the window as he spoke casually. She was curious to know what he was doing. She undid the silk ribbon on her capelet, removed it, and hooked it on the rack beside her, being careful of the top hat, before quietly stepping forward. “I’m here to discuss the plans,” she said quietly.
Duncan swung around as he grabbed the belt of his robe, tying it around his waist as he greeted his guest. Chuckling slightly, he wiped his left hand casually on his robe as he extended his right hand. “How lovely to see you, Miss Livingstone. I was not expecting you quite so early.”
Blanche held her right hand out for Duncan politely, holding the cardboard tube tightly in her left. She watched him as he bowed and took her hand for a gentle kiss on the back of it. Her eyes caught a sight she had not seen before as he bowed. For a moment, his fanciful robe had separated. She realized he was undressed beneath as she caught sight of Duncan’s manhood, slick from the oil he had just mentioned. She tried looking away but was fascinated by the sight of it because she had never seen one before. His “piece” was much bigger than she imagined a man would be, both in length and girth, she noted scientifically.
Blanche continued to stare at the sight before her. All of her years of growing up had been around only her parents and her governess. She had been more interested in the workings of the machines that her father was building in the last few years than pursuing any hobbies that other girls her age were interested in doing. Needlework and courting were two passions of young women that Blanche could do without. Before today, she decided. Now she was fascinated by the discovery she had accidentally made. It remained poking out as if reaching out to her as well, between the two sides of the fabric of his robe as he stood back up.
As Duncan placed his lips on Blanche’s hand and looked up to meet her eyes, he noticed she was not watching him kiss her hand as ladies often did. Her eyes were focused elsewhere. A smile spread across his face as he saw what had her attention. His prick had decided on its own to say hello and had caught his visitor’s full notice. Duncan stood and decided to take in the sight before him. She was dressed even more lovely now than when he had seen her in the study with her father.
The dark pink sleeves of her blouse were tight, only ruffling around her elbow. Her bosom was on display to a man’s delight, only half-covered with a dark fabric and lace, framed by the unique leather corset she wore. Three small clasps looked like little belts holding the corset tight to her body. As Duncan saw the lace of her skirt, he began to imagine what lay beneath, figuring it would not be a mystery after tonight. He took notice of all this as the girl’s eyes were still set upon his lower half while he stood.
Duncan smiled as he let her hand drop, giving her the cue that she had been staring, and he was now aware. He watched the young girl blush and cover her mouth that had fallen agape. Fully aware that his stiff member was still visible, he made no apology for exposing himself. It appeared as if she were fascinated by it. The blush upon discovery clued Duncan into the fact she was as innocent as he had deduced. Smirking, he asked, “Shall I keep it out for further examination?”
“Oh,” she gasped, “Heavens no. I am sorry I interrupted your— your—,” she stuttered, not knowing what to say. “Activity,” she finally was able to speak.
Duncan chuckled. “Nonsense. I was just… entertaining myself for fear of a boring evening. I was afraid that you would not be able to step away to answer my final questions.” He pulled the robe over himself once more. Wanting to move forward, he continued, “There was only one concern for me about—”
Blanche snapped out of her embarrassment and focused on the task at hand. She knew she would have to convince Duncan that their cause was worthy of his investment. She quickly moved to the small table and pulled the cardboard tube's blueprints, discarding her reticule and container on the floor as she opened the plans. “Everything is here in the plans. The engine thrusters here function on a combination of three different—”
Duncan watched Blanche talk passionately about the project and suspected she was more involved in the project than just a pretty face. “And you think that the entire thing will work? It would be a wonder to have a flying train hotel.” He smiled at her as she looked at him, nodded, and went back to her explanation.
“Right here, we could use a better firebox, but the cylinders would also have to be improved. There are supplies in London to do all of this. The result could have an exponential advantage, but of course, the cost…” Blanche realized she was talking at the speed of light and looked over to Duncan. His gaze was now focused out the window. She bit her lip nervously, afraid that she had bored him or somehow made him uninterested. She let go of the blueprints and walked over to Duncan.
“Please, sir. Say you will help my father complete the final stage of developing his lifelong dream. How can I convince you further?” She folded her hands in front of her and stood silently as she noticed his gaze fall upon her now.
Duncan heard Blanche talking about the project as he peered back out to the rotunda. He found himself imagining that it was Blanche taking care of his needs now. Feeling himself stir under his robe at the thought, he noticed her moving closer to him. Perhaps he would see how far she would be willing to ‘convince’ him. “I bet you would be willing to do anything to help your father, wouldn’t you, dear?” He smiled at her, a hint of mischief in his tone.
Blanche’s thoughts wandered for a minute, and she hoped he was not suggesting she would have to kill someone for him. “Yes,” she replied hesitantly.
“Good,” Duncan said, matter-of-factly. “I am going to need some type of collateral.”
Blanche was puzzled. Looking at him quizzically, she stated, “Sir, I am not sure what you mean.”
Duncan smiled, knowing she would fall right into his plans. “Collateral. So that I know you will not run away with my money.”
Blanche tried thinking of any collateral that Duncan could want. “Are you asking my father to give you the estate?” She did not want to tell Duncan that her father was already in danger of losing most of it if the project failed.
Duncan chuckled. His solicitor had informed him that the old man had nothing of value. All the current funding was coming from Edison Farnsworth. Duncan did not obtain all his wealth from guesswork. This project was a gamble, but a worthwhile one indeed if he could get what he wanted from it, regardless of the cost. Sitting in his chair, he looked up at Blanche and spoke softly. “Lift up your skirts, Blanche.”
Blanche gasped. “I beg your pardon, sir.” Surely, the man was not asking her to look under her skirts because he was curious about what females wore under them.
Placing his hands together and looking into her eyes, he repeated the request. “Lift up your skirts, Blanche. I do believe you possess something that would convince me of your willingness to help your father.”
Blanche reached for the hem of her skirts and cautiously lifted her skirt and petticoats, biting her lip as she wondered what Duncan wanted to see. Surely, he was not checking what her split drawers were made from. She watched Duncan’s gaze as she held the cloth up and saw his eyes widen and a smiled form across his lips. She looked at him sitting there and snuck a look at his robe as he looked under her skirt. She frowned when she could not see his shiny flesh as she had before. Only a bulge, more like a tent of sorts, was noticeable now.
A “giddiness” of some sort washed over her as she remembered what his member looked like. Duncan was leaning closer as her split drawers were on display. Daring to be a flirt as she had witnessed a brazen girl once in the market, she asked. “Do you find yourself fond of women’s undergarments? I could pick you up a nice one at—" She stopped speaking as she felt Duncan’s hands at the ties on the waist of her drawers. As she gasped, Duncan paused momentarily.
“I do believe,” Duncan began again as he undid the ties and let Blanche’s split drawers fall upon the floor. As a beautiful triangular carpet of red curls was revealed underneath, Duncan stared and continued, “that you can show me your dedication to your father’s cause.” He admired her long legs covered in her colorful over-the-knee stockings and short leather boots. “You are quite beautiful, my dear.” When he went to run his hand over her thigh, he heard her speak sharply.
Blanche was shocked beyond words as she realized that Duncan had completely removed her drawers. “Sir!” She dropped her skirts and petticoats, blocking any further view. “I am promised to another man!” As she protested, it was more of a formality. It was very improper for her to be here at all, and she knew she should turn and leave at that moment. She looked down at Duncan sitting there after her verbal outburst. He had shifted in his seat, and she was able to see his manhood standing at full mast between the two folds of his robe.
Somehow the attention that Duncan had was giving her in private, and the view of a man she had never seen before did more than just spark Blanche’s interest. Thoughts ran through her mind quickly as she stood bare under her skirts. Perhaps if she let him look again and made him think she was more scandalous, Duncan would give her the final sum of money needed.
Duncan moved slightly as the heavenly view was taken away. He chuckled at the girl’s protest, which had happened only after her drawers were completely down. She would be more than willing with just a bit more encouragement, he could tell. Feeling the robe slip from his knee, he allowed freedom for his rod. It had seemed to be an excellent tool of temptation before. Perhaps she would beg him for it. He sat there, allowing Blanche to gaze, but noticed that she only snuck two quick looks at it.
Leaning back in his seat, Duncan pulled the robe apart, even more, giving her a full display. He smirked as he noticed her gasp again and look the other way, solidifying his thought. “You are chaste, dear. Am I correct?” He reached out for her hand when she did not respond.
“Sir, your… You should cover…” Blanche could say no more. She found herself fascinated by the sight but forced herself to look away.
“What? Cover my prick? But you want to see it, don’t you? I wager you have never seen one before. And that means you have never felt what it can do for you—” Duncan smiled as he watched Blanche squirm, her cheeks aflush. He did not want to push too hard, but the encouragement would continue until he proved his theory right or wrong. Either way, the evening was already more entertaining than being alone.
Blanche did not believe that Duncan knew exactly what she was thinking. She pursed her lips tightly and closed her eyes as she forced herself to deny any desire that may have crept up. “Sir, I must remain a virgin for my husband.”
Duncan felt himself throbbing even more as her words echoed through the air. It had been a while since he had the opportunity to welcome a girl into the pleasures of the bedroom. I must absolutely have her now, he thought to himself. Taking another approach, he declared, “You may help me with my condition, and I would be eternally grateful. I will provide you with whatever funding you may need.”
“I will make sure you will enjoy it as well, and I promise you that your time will not be wasted.” Duncan covered his mouth to hide his half-grin. He had hoped that Blanche was as naïve as he thought. Any of the women he currently had relations with would never believe his explanation of “his condition”. Duncan knew that he could abandon the project any time he wanted because he had signed no contract. After tonight, when Duncan got what he wanted, he would never have to concern himself with her again if he chose.
“I- I- should leave… My cab is waiting for me,” Blanche was not aware of the time, but she figured that Henry would be waiting for her at any moment. It seemed the best excuse to soften the denial of such an advance. If Edison were to find out, he would withdraw his partnership, and both she and her father would be ruined.
Taking both of Blanche’s hands carefully, Duncan spoke softly, “Wait. I have already sent word to your cab driver that I will take you home myself.” Kissing the palms of her hands tenderly, he turned up the charm. “At least let me show you how a man should worship a woman. I will not do anything you do not want. Showing you pleasure may help me a little with my,” Duncan paused and looked down at his crotch, “painful condition. At that point, you may choose to help me further with my condition, so I do not have to resolve it myself. Either way, let me show you what I can do for you, and I will agree to fund the rest of your father’s needs. No one will know of tonight, but you will know what to expect in the future.”
Duncan buried his face in her hands in an offering, but it was half to hide the snicker that had covered his face. He amazed even himself with his acting. It was his genuine desire to devour her right then, but seducing her into the world of pleasure could benefit him in the future. If she were good, she could be useful when his other girls were unavailable.
Blanche watched and listened to Duncan. Standing there with his face in her hands, she thought about his offer. He was opening his wallet and a night of discovery. She looked across the expansive room. Indeed, she was safe enough here. Her father trusted this man. What was giving up one night of seeing what it was like to be touched by a man, compared to seeing her father’s dreams fulfilled?
Blanche pulled her hands away from Duncan’s face as she had made her final decision. She smiled as he looked up at her for an answer. “Okay, Mr. Somerville,” she spoke quietly, biting her lip. Something inside of her was telling her that being bold was the only way she could help her father at that moment. She continued as she raised one hand towards Duncan, “We have a deal.”
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