Tea time

Entering his estate was quite shocking. A grand double staircase lead to the upper floor, its rails and balconies in intricate carved Hindu scenes. Upon the walls I noticed were old fashioned gas lamps instead of the standard electric copper ones. In fact, looking around, I could find nothing of Rajan culture at all. It was as if the entire estate were transported from Bombay.

Despite this, there wasn't a Hindu in sight. His servants were from Africa. He directed us inside, indicating a great hall. Cordelia and I were temporarily too intrigued to give much affection to Mr Drake. The heads of great beasts, huge drums, ritual masks, and exotic birds in cages coupled with mahogany furniture and Persian rugs. At the end, was a grand fireplace with bronze lion headed log holders and utensils. While style hasn't changed much since the time of the Raj before the British Empire returned the rights to India back to the East India Trading Company, soon to be rechristened East Orion Trading Company; but it is odd to not see any bit of Rajah-4 in this home. No glowbulbs, no Lumawood, not even an Aether rifle on a wall full of rifles. What really caught our eye was the polar bear skin rug in front of the fireplace. It took up a truly staggering amount of space on the hardwood floor.

Cordelia immediately dropped her dress, and lay upon it wearing only her white stockings. Her pale skin and pink, round nipples all blended together to make her appear like an angel with great furry wings behind her. I sat my hat down, and began to undo my corset, assuming that we'd be resuming what we began in the carriage. To my shock, Mr Drake sat in a leather chair, and began puffing his pipe.

"Care for a drink?" he asked us. Cordelia nodded, letting her leg swing open and closed as she lounged on the rug. He nodded to a servant, who nodded back, and briskly walked away. "Also Mumbato, put on the kettle. The ladies will be staying for tea."

"Ahh," I said, smirking. "So THIS is where you drug us and sell us to your German friend." I said. He shook his head as his impressively muscled negro butler brought us a glass of wine.

"No drugs, miss. It wouldn't be fair. Its already an easy hunt on this planet. No need to tip the scales even more in my favor. You colonials and your Blush take all the sport out of it. I remember the days of my youth in Bangladesh, wooing the scout's daughter during a tiger hunt. It went on for weeks before I had her." he said. I paused, and examined him. He was so calm. It hit me.

"You don't have the Blush, do you?" I said. He looked at me, and shook his head, taking a puff on his eagle claw and ivory pipe.

"No. None us did, not the first wave of workers and miners. It wasn't until your families arrived that it began." I sat up, my own lust receding to low burn as I listened. Cordelia was looking bored, and was making eyes at the butler who brought us tea. We sat there, sipping it for a while, before resuming conversation. "Besides, I can prolong my orgasm indefinitely. Its a technique I learned from the Hindus. They call it "tantra." I've been studying it for years. Perfect self control of my my most wicked body part."

"Oh?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "That's why you can sit here and have tea and a pipe while Cordelia is about to mount your mounts, and I'm waiting for my cue to take off my dress." I said, unbuttoning my corset at last.

"Indeed miss. I shall not climax unless I want to." he said, grinning briefly. I pulled my corset open, and leaned forward.

"That sounds like quite the challenge." I said, a grin on my face.

"Many have tried, but you are welcome to make an attempt. My pipe is almost done. You may lower your dress now." I stood up, pulling my shirt off, and then pushing down my dress. I sat down by Cordelia, and drank the last of my tea.

"And no Hindu servants?" Cordelia asked, blowing on her tea.

"No. Of course not. I worked alongside them for 15 years. Learned their language, and culture. I could no more have a servant, and certainly not a Hindu one, than one could have his brother be one. These men are my employees, and not beholden to me as a master."

"Would you mind if I suck your employee's cock after tea?" Cordelia said, causing a burning in my cheeks. Drake shrugged, and put down his pipe.

"Its his cock, ask him. Now then. Where were we?"