Lucy lets Cook take care of her.

Lucy swayed unsteadily as the train carriage rumbled and rocked under her feet. Her lips burned from Carlotta's kiss and there was a definite feeling of moisture between her legs. Cook's broad red face held a confidential smile. You kiss better than Lady Catherine ever did, she had told Lucy.

"Thank you, Cook," Lucy said uncertainly. She reached out irresolutely for the compartment handle but didn't quite grasp it.

"You don't want to show that old Mister Ruddigore Fitch that face, Miss Lucy," Cook said. "You look like one of my scullery maids all a-swoon for some chancer." Carlotta Cook took Lucy's hand, her warm grasp folding round Lucy's cool hand. "Let old Cook help you with that."

Lucy's heart thumped. She followed the tough, stout old cook to the end of the railway carriage and into the tiny WC. "In you get, Miss Lucy." Cook squeezed in behind.

The two of them were face-to-face in the closet, dimly lit by a shielded gas lamp with a glowing thorium mantle. Cook's sturdy frame filled the little space, and her breasts and belly pressed up against Lucy.

Lucy bent to kiss Carlotta again. Cook accepted it, but tut-tutted. "No time for that now, Miss Lucy, we're just here to take care of you. Lift your skirts."

Carlotta's broad fingers sought the split in Lucy's drawers and found her parts. Cook's blunt fingertips separated Lucy's lips with an audible squish. Lucy's hips pressed forward against Cook's hand. Cook stroked Lucy's button with a quick, steady pace. The wet sounds were obscenely loud to Lucy's ears in the little space, even over the rumbling of the train. Lucy felt a glow growing inside from the rough, clever fingers on her pearl.

Lucy's body convulsed with pleasure as Cook played her to a climactic release. Lucy stifled her moan with a hand over her mouth. Cook kept digging in Lucy's furrow until Lucy finally hissed, "Stop, enough."

Cook wrapped her arms round Lucy's shoulders and gave her a powerful, enveloping hug. "There Miss Lucy," she said. "There."