Maisie And Mumsie Part One

Author Note: I used to spend a lot of time on Ravishment University before it was taken down for questionalbe content, While there I made two very great friendshipe with two ladies , who let me use then as charactrs in stories. This is one of those stories, set in Victorian England!

Six bloody pence for a week to stay in the two rooms I let out to her and her daughter. Hell I even cut the amount by letting her daughter clean the attic and other flats of the tenants I have. Well today there wasn’t going to be a repeat of the last two visits for the rent, today I would get me money or they would be out on their arses in the streets.

Outside Apartment 2d (And not a better letter to dignify what lives behind the door, One a dame and the other a dolly!) I heard voices saying things about a deal they had. I pounded sharply on the door and suddenly the voices stop.

"Quit your bloody games, I heard you in there earlier!” My fist returning to strike the door with solid blows, shaking the thin piece of wood that acted like a door. “It’s Saturday night and you know me rules, pay yer rent or get out!”

Along both sides of the hall containing six rooms, other doors opened a bit. Eyes came around the edge of the door and immediately closed when the pepper deemed It wasn’t their door the pounding came too. 2d opened the door and a haggard looking woman of her mid forties stood in the opening.

“Here now what’s all the pounding for?”

I turned me complete attention to her, taking in the shabby dirty thing she called a shirt, just being held closed by the cloth being held in her left fist. I ignored the urge to see if I could see what was behind the bunched shirt. “It’s Saturday, Do You Have Me Money?” Louder than what was necessary, but then I wanted all to know why I was here.

She started to say, when I brushed her aside and entered the mess she lived in. A quick look around saw a table that had a leg shorter than the other three, two chairs with holes in the seat, a coach with holes and cuts in the fabric holding the shape of it together. But what caught me eye was a curly red haired beauty with only a thread bear towel wrapped around her upper portions. From what I could tell by a view between the back of a chair and the wall was neked as the day she was born.

There was a red tuft of hair at the zenith of the V of her legs. I would have gotten a close view but the one I believed to be her mother cried out.

“Leave me Maisie alone you brute!” She had both hands flailing at me back as if trying to hit me with a feather duster. With both hands hitting me, her shirt came open and afforded me glimpses of what passes for breasts from females who don’t wash or dress properly.

“I’ll get your money but you ain’t to lay a paw on me Maisie”

I club her about the head with the back of me right arm, driving her to a sprawl on the floor. “Listen woman, yer rent is due and I’m not leaving here until I get something for it!”

She rolled onto her right side and eventually made it to her feet with the help of Maisie who was now fully neked beside her mother. Their heads were so close together that the only way I knew they were talking was Maisie gasping at what was said. Upon being back upright, Maisie left her mother’s side and went into the second room, returning with a moth eaten rag that might pass for a coat.

“Mumsy, Are you sure that I’ll be…

“Hush child, just do what Messer Dalwain says and you’ll be fine!” Taking the coat from her and making her way to the front door. “Messer Dawlin, Maise is going to pay you the rent, I’ll be away while she does!” Putting on the coat and leaving a confused me and a trembling Maisie alone.

No sooner was the door closed than Maisie looked at me. “Mumsie said I was to pay you the rent but I don’t have no money!”

I noticed that she was still neked as a jaybird and for one of such a young age that she had a chest on her that most females here in London would have killed for. An idea came into my head, if neither of them had any money then maybe Maisie would be using that body to pay the rent. Only one way to find out!

“No money then you and your old bag can get out of me place, I’m not giving anyone charity or a place to stay for free!”

Trembling harder, Maisie turned pleading eyes onto my face “But if we’ve no money what am I supposed to pay with?”

I walked closer to Maisie “Oh I have an idea of what you can pay with!” There was no hiding the look of lust I had in me eyes when looking at the neked Maisie. I reached out and took her left arm in my hand and began the walk that would lead us to the second room.

“Sir mumsy said she would disown me if I ever went into her room with a man!” Trying like a mushy noodle to pull away from me. “She said that I’m not ready to do things!”

“Your mumsy ain’t here and I’m not leaving until I get something for me rent!” That was when Maisie slowly shook her left arm up and pointed a wavering finger towards a broken wooden screen that stood before a drape that hung to the floor.

“There sir is where I make my bed!”

She led me there, just far enough out front that I could see the flesh of her arse, shake with movement. Behind the screen I faintly heard the rasping of wood being scraped over more wood. Seems to me that ole mumsie may have returned!