"You really think I'm beautiful down there?"

"Where would you like to begin?" Lady Violet asked Lucy. Violet's silk wrapper rustled as she leaned forward toward the younger woman.

"You really meant it, about my parts?" Lucy said, her cheeks warm with colour.

"Every word, dear Lucy," Lady Violet said. "You bear an exquisite feminine flower, beautiful to the eye, with prominent curling pink lips, deep folds, a proud pearl and a nest of soft, silky hair. Motherhood has done you well in making your lips of Aphrodite full and open. A delight to touch, sensitive and quick to moisten. And delicious to the taste." The silver-touched redhead licked her thin lips.

Lucy felt her pulse thumping in her ears as she looked the other woman in the face. Lady Violet's intense blue eyes flashed as she continued her declamation.

"You are a peach, a prize," Lady Violet said. "Were you not now a woman of substance, you might be well counselled to take your oyster to the world and let it be mistress of your fortune. In a trice, I would be upon my knees begging you to bring your treasure to my household as my wife under Goddess before another of our sisterhood stole you away."

Lucy put a hand up to cover her surprised 'O' of a mouth.

Lady Violet laughed gently. "You did not know the treasure that walks between your legs, Lucy? For shame. But justice is better served thus, with Lucy, Lady Downs her own woman." She rose from the white wicker settee. "Come, Lucy, I have a tilting mirror in my boudoir. Let me introduce you to the beauty of your womanhood. It is every woman's birthright." She laughed again. "Perhaps I should send a mirror home with you. Two mirrors, one for you and one for your Annie, who is herself a woman grown."

Lady Violet held out a hand for Lucy. The older woman's cool, slender fingers wrapped round Lucy's hand and led her out of the room. Lady Violet led Lucy hand in hand across her house, squeezing her hand from time to time as they went. Lucy had to walk quickly to match the taller woman's long, brisk strides.

Violet moved a chair in front of a low standing mirror in a tilting frame.

"Lucy, if you would disrobe and sit at the edge of the chair?"

Lucy stepped behind the dressing screen at the side of the room. Off came dress, shoes, and all the unmentionables. Violet was sitting in a stool to the side of the chair. Lucy perched at the edge of the chair and spread her knees. Violet adjusted the angle of the mirror, her head beside Lucy's shoulder so they could both see.

"There she is," Violet said, "such a pretty one." She reached over and patted Lucy gently on the soft puff of hair covering her plump mound of Venus.

"Oh!" Lucy said. But she turned her face to Violet's and smiled. As unsettled as she felt, Lucy was pleased with Violet's flattering, almost proprietary attentions. Her heart beat fast. She was unused to being praised, of being desired, in such a personal way.

"Let us introduce you to your face of womanhood, Lucy." Violet spoke slowly, in a soothing voice, describing each bit of Lucy's anatomy with pleasure and admiration. Her cool fingertips touched, pressed, tugged, stroked and spread.

Lucy drank it in, the words, the vision of herself. So that's where that is. That's what that looks like. That's where that feeling comes from. There's where I piss out of. That's where Edmund's prick goes in. And where Annie came out. And there, there's that pearl that Violet goes on about.

"...the pearl of your female phallus, its head and point, Lucy," Violet continued. "Ah, she is awake, she is rising! Watch as I touch her." Violet moistened her fingertips in Lucy's vaginal entrance and stroked gently. An electric thrill of pleasure jolted Lucy. "Yes, yes, my dear," Violet said. "And your pleasure is right there, such a simple touch. Watch, watch as I bring it to you."

Lucy watched in the mirror. Violet's fingertips diddled and circled the stiff pink bud. Lucy's breath came deep and fast, and her hips quivered with Violet's quick touches. She watched her clitoris swell as the electric heat in her centre grew. Her fingers clutched the sides of the chair.

Finally Violet's touch brought on her paroxysm. "Ah, ah, ah, aaaaah!" Lucy cried out. Her hips rolled and her legs kicked out. Violet wrapped her other arm around Lucy and held her as the younger woman thrashed in her climax.

Lucy's pleasurable spasms subsided, and Violet cuddled Lucy against her side. "So beautiful and powerful," Violet said. "Kitty should have pleasured you thus. Would you come to bed with me, Lucy? I would show you more."

"Yes," Lucy said.

Violet helped Lucy rise and led her to bed.

But the overwrought Lucy soon dropped off to sleep in Violet's arms, her lips sucking the tip of Violet's small, soft breast, taking comfort in the older woman's body rather than pleasure.

Violet lay awake. When Lucy's lips slackened, she gently removed her nipple from Lucy's mouth, and patted away the tears from her breast and from Lucy's face.

The poor dear wants love, Violet thought, and I wonder who would be best for her? Not myself, I expect. Violet rose and went to her dressing room. She opened the speaking tube.

"Chloë!" she called.

"Yes m'lady?" the speaking tube replied.

"Meet me in the solarium with your harness and olisbos," Violet said. "Our guest has fallen asleep and your mistress needs to get fucked."

"Very good, m'lady," Chloë replied.