The Doll King

Chapter 35: The Doll King

Meanwhile in London, Sir Thomas and his friends had been on a serious recruitment drive. The baronet planned to divide his time equally between London and the moors enjoying the delights of the capital and his even darker obsessions at home, but first he needed to prepare. His job was to obtain staff whose main duty would to be loyal and stay silent and it goes without saying that some of them may have other duties which required special skills.

He struck gold early at The Doll King coffeehouse in Convent Garden. While in 1782 London society excesses were less open than in the glory days of the earlier part of the century, there could be no doubt from its name who it was intended to attract. Moll King’s coffeehouse had been notorious for connecting customers with brothels, either by lady’s touting for business or word of mouth recommendation or being dragged to them when they were too drunk to go home. Any libertines would get the message immediately.

Although Thomas Squires had never been to this place, Thirsky was of course a regular customer and indeed he was already there performing his role of collecting prospective members. He had detailed the procedure to his friend. There were many more waitresses than were necessary for such an establishment, and they rotated with indecent frequency.

Thomas waited until he had appraised all the ones currently on duty, while listening as well as he could to the lewd conversations around him, and then signalled a particular one for a coffee. He handed her a piece of paper and she returned with his beverage. That was only part of the order of course and desert would be enjoyed elsewhere. The waitress brought the bill; he perused it and took from his purse a sum matching one of the numbers thereon.

The baronet remained seated until the chosen harlot made sure he had seen her leave, and then excused himself from his fellow drinkers. From there he made his way to a nearby hotel where he booked into a room. Very shortly afterwards there was a knock on his door and a newly familiar face appeared.

“What would you like, sir?” She clearly had not come to clean his room.

“First I would like to look over you.”

“Very good sir” and she disrobed. The already loosened stay did not reach her long pink nipples which stood out like miniature erections nor did her shift make it past the corset leaving her cunt exposed. Thick blonde hair everywhere so she was at least natural with big blue eyes and a small mouth with rosebud lips. It was true that she was not in want of a meal but many men liked a Rubenesque figure but now it was time to view his favourite body part.

“And the back.” he requested. She performed a volte-face and as was his wont Thomas gave a bare cheek a slap.

“Oi!” she complained.

“Just testing for firmness and you passed.” There was actually quite a wobble but that was fine “Your name, please?”

“Musetta, sir.”

“Your real name?”

“Sir?”

“I’ll let that pass for now.” Perhaps that was her real name but something told him it was not. “Musetta, are you clean?”

“Sir?” This might mean either she did not understand or she was just what he was looking for.

“There.” and the libertine pointed directly at her pubic area.

“I wash after every time. You can watch me. I’ll do it now if you like sir.”

“I mean are you in anyway diseased?” Thomas realised that he had never conducted an interview before and perhaps this frustration was usual.

“That would appear to be an odd question, sir. If you suspected anything, why am I here?”

“How old are you? What is your experience?”

“Oh I’m 18?”

“Musetta, if I am going to employ you, it is best that you tell me the truth. You are not 18 and I would not have chosen you if I thought you were. Try answering again.”

“24, sir”. That was more believable. “Now how about my other questions? I am not here to fuck you but nobody needs to know that.” She would probably have been on her back now had Michael Mallory been questioning her, but even after the accident, Thomas still had some restraint.

After he had mentioned a generous salary, she became more forthcoming. She maintained her claim of 24, was sure she was uninfected but would agree to a full examination, and had worked on and off for 3 years after her husband had died. Realising honesty was the best policy she now admitted to having 2 children who were being brought up by her mother.

“I’m probably going to spend a few days at The Doll interviewing a few girls but you must promise not to tell anybody. If we, I and my partners, decide to employ you then discretion is a must and for that we will pay you a bonus of half your basic pay for the entire time you work for us.” Thomas possessed fine recall, possibly as the result of his trauma, so he told her a few juicy facts which had made up including a specific wage in order to see if it filtered out of the other girls. Yes it was possible that she could swear them to secrecy but even that was something positive.

“Now wash your pussy and climax for me, while I cum on your bum.” Naturally he took the opportunity for some light spanking as he watched her hand from behind. As promised he deposited his cream atop that squeezable if overripe peach.