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” Jessica Ridgeway smirked at her older sister, Theresa, who was currently donning the footmen’s customary black breeches. Theresa glanced at Jessica with a scowl, and then continued her dressing. Tying the front lacing to her silk chemise, she pulled a black cotton shirt over her bound breasts, then buttoned a goldencolored waistcoat over her stomach. Grabbing up a plain, wool coat, she turned and sketched a dashing bow towards her sister. Scrutinizing her sister with a critical eye, Jessica tapped a manicured hand to her pursued lips. With her wavy blackish red hair scrapped back and slicked back with promenade, Theresa only managed to look regal. With high cheekbones, naturally hues red lips, and melting chocolate eyes, Theresa was a younger replica of thier American mother. Jessica and their older sister Samantha both took after their father, both blessed with curling blond hair and blue eyes. Their bother, of course, took after their mother too. Tall like their father with unladylike broad shoulders, Theresa was a striking figure, unlike her frailer looking sisters. Dressed in all black, she should have looked colorless but the stark color and make of the clothing only emphasized Theresa’s unfashionable curves. Her androgynous features were intriguing and she could almost pass for their handsome brother William in dim lighting. Jessica clapped at her antics and came away from the door she had been leaning on. “How dashing, I can almost mistake you for a rake.” Theresa arched a fine, dark brow and took her sister’s pale hand to brush a kiss in a very gentlemanly manor. “And not a gentleman?” she inquired as she swung her sister into a mock waltz. Jessica placed her hands on Theresa’s shoulder and laughingly joined into their tuneless and graceless dance.
“A gentleman does not go where I suspect you are headed tonight,” Jessica gently chided. Theresa squinted at Jessica and ruthlessly swung Jessica into a series of twirls that left Jessica breathless. “I see you’ve been talking to Devon. Chatty little bird, isn’t he?” with a final twirl of her hand, she spun her younger sister right onto her bed. Theresa saluted her sister then made for her open window, where there was a convenient tree for all her secret escapades. “By the way,” Theresa looked back with a smirk to glare at her sister “If you tell, I’ll tell.” “You’ll tell what?” Jessica challenged. “Oh, didn’t I tell you we had a chatty little bird on the premise? Chirp, chirp, he said, a fair maiden by the name of Jessica did he see sneaking back into the house from the stable in a rumpled and not quite buttoned nightgown, with bee-stung lips and-“ Jessica held up her hand, stopping her midsentence. “Enough. Shall I make up an excuse for your absence in the morning?” “Yes, please love. Have a nice night, you know I shall.” Without a backward glance, Theresa dropped out of the window and was off towards her destination. Jessica didn’t bother to check if she was alright, knowing that Theresa had done that a thousand times before. Sighing, she got up and closed the door behind her with a soft lick and went into her own room across the hall. A soft breeze pushed open eh yellow curtain to her window, offering her a glimpse of the stables and the few stable boys exercising the horses. She peered out the window and caught sight of hair so black, it gleamed blue. Gripping the window sill so as not to cry out to her James, she merely gazed at him like a lovesick fool. The daughters of an earl and a stable boy had no business even talking, let alone have clandestine meetings at night. This, apparently,
she handed him twenty more pounds.” “In your case. if Devon had seen them together. still bent over. laughing so hard she had stitches at her side. Theresa reached into her cleavage. Her bethrola ball. She had deliberately gone to Madame Lily’s Playhouse. Theresa patted her pockets and gave him a horrified stare.were still on their trail. Throughing her hands up in exasperation. “Password. This time Theresa held up ten pounds. Devon was peering down the corner. “Anyone?” Theresa asked. Devon held up a pound note and for his efforts got the panel shut in his face. “Oh. young woman!” Devon huffed out angrily. where Mr. After all. she had a ball to attend tonight. She brushed the few tears trailing down her cheeks and ran for her maid. With a hard jerk. breathing just as heavily. The panel slid shut once more and Theresa growled aloud in frustration. “My share?” Devon held out his hand expectantly. The grey eyes behind the door merely squined at her and bagn to close the panel again.incentive enough. his cheeks red. A ethrola ball for the very young Duke of Pembroke and a Lady Jessica Rideway. Devon’s chuckle followed in her wake. Theresa bent down and grasped her knees.” The voice was still monotone but eteh grey eyes gleamed in annoyance. Devon merely folded his massive arms over his barrel chest and gave a look that said “Do you really think I’m going to fall for that?”. “Password. She head choking sounds from behind her and before Devon could stop her.weren’t even that clandestine. Gold. she closed the curtains and whirled away from James and all he represented: hope. life. Just above it was a small signed in gilted lettering reading The Gilded Cage. Now she had finally founf where it was and she was being denied its entracce. Theresa handed him his share of the money but Devon still gave her that look. Not wanting to give on the club Theresa had not yet invaded. trying to see if the ----cops----. The young men disappeared just as Theresa and Devon reached the door. She made sure her hands softly brushed against the swells of her bound breast before she finally produced a red ruby signet ring and held it up the grey eyes. She offered it up to him and a tanned fingers plucked the jewelry from her hand. Gold was groping my ass. pfft!” Theresa waved off his concern. crushed now that her main objective was to be futile. Devon was scary man no one would are run after. jerky movements. Theresa knocked and a small panel slid open revealing a mean pair of grey eyes. Rolling her eyes.” she mumbled as she looked over the corner before darting to a small hiden door where few noblemen were gathered waiting for entrance.” came the monotone command. even added a few kicked when it failed to produce teh grey eyes again. a young American millionaire. I figured I deserved something in return for lettinghim indulge in his little piccadilo of touching young men. but he followed close by her. Mr. lust. . was a private patron of the club and she had hoped his insigna ring would at least gain her entrance. “Where did you get that?” Devon asked suspiciously as Theresa buttoned up hr shirt with short. “Greedy bastard. For months she had eard of the Gilded Cage in whispered rumors among both the men ad women of the ton. At six foot seven with an ugly scar on his face. love. Gold had been known to frequent. she knocked once more. but the incentive of a hundrd stolen pounds and cheating at poker gave those ----cops----. Out of breath and sweaty. “Wait!” Theresa looked to her right and left then popped open her black shirt. Devon grinned at her and shook his head. “When young Mr.
not that she needed it. Across from them was a three story wall made of entirely of stain glass depicting Persephone and Hades in their underworld bed. Theresa merely scowled at him and stuck her tongue out at him very much like she used to when she was seven and he wouldn’t let her go sailing with the servant’s children. “Oi! I was just-“ “Leering at an unsuitable man. The club screamed modulated wealth. she vowed to make her twenty minutes count. She loved how she could talk to Devon as both a brother and confidant. “Twenty minutes. One man swung like a yo-yo froma length of diaphanous. “My lady. Devon and Theresa looked around in awe. the circular room boast various woodpaneled doors. There were beautiful and scandalous painting of copulating couples at intervals on the wall.” Theresa breathed as she bypassed him and peered over eth landing they had just arrived to. women dressed in men’s suits who still managed to lok just as appealing as the other scantily clad woman. other than that. then I’m getting you out of here. like this. and Theresa saw to her suprize. What was it that made this club extrodinary. he was also a live chastity belt. It was an oddly pognat and sensual picture that not only brought a blush to Theresa’s cheeks but also had her breath coming in short gasps. a large gilded cage hung from the dome ceiling. and in eth cage were three scantily clad women swinging on golden swings. The small bacomy overed looked a large room below rife with ganmbling men and women. cupping her breast in one had and the other hand was buried between eth thighs of the white woman. Faithful to the name. he gestured for them to entr and Theresa counld help but wink at the very handsome man lasciviosusly before she was roughly pulled away by Devon. Sometimes. various acrobats flew above the revelers held up by only colorful lengths of cloths.” Devon huffed out. Arriving at the Pit.” Devon growled as he once again jerked on her arm and led her down the winding staircase to the bottom pit. the opulent room boasted at least two dozen green-felt tables and set to the side was a full buffet of the most exotic food Theresa had ever seen. While Devon was willing to indulge in Theresa’s many adventures. playing to ther various vices. One painting in particular stopped her cold. Themed in black and gold with a few splashes of red. cutting her off mid-tirade.Suddenly the door whooshed open and the man with the grey eyes appeared before them. Both men and women were at the green tables. she really missed the formality and defference a servant had for his mistress but she admit that was only whenshe wasn’t getting her way. It was of two women kneeling on a bed of black silk and pink rose petals. A snall crowd of chirping women bypassed Theresa and Devon.” Devon retorted truthfully. Theresa heard snippets of a boxing match and quickly grabbed Devon to follow the women. A dark. only this time Hades was licking off the juices of crushed pomengeante seeds off of Persephone’s flushed body. So in the name of friendship. African woman was behind a lily white woman. her best friend really. Devon pulled her away but she saw the elegant scrawling at the edge of the panting that read Ophelia. giggling amongst themselves. Aside from those performers. trying to get in as much as she could. turquoise cloth. what made it it so secretive and elusive? “You’d still be out here with or without me. this place is-“ “Wonderful. . The servers were of both sexes. their laughter and the tinkling if glass carrying up into the doomed ceiling. Theresa took the time to glance around at the dark hallway lit only by dimmed scones placed at intervals on the red and gold striped wallpaper. “Why do you even let me go out when you plan on restricting my fun?” Theresa asked beligerantly.
you are here for the match?” Theresa looked down at the girl fluttering her eyelashed at her and smirked. one a handsome youth and the other a behemoth of a man. A petite blonde broke away romt he group and insinuated herself between Devon and Theresa. A few of them glanced backward and winked at what they presumed to be two men. She recognized eth girl to be the recently widowed Marchioness of Marsden. . “My lord.Stopping at a guarded door. The duo followed the women down a long dark hallway. before warpping her arm aound the girl’s bare shoulder. Theresa huddled close so that she would be considered part of the group. one of the women held out a red slip of paper that had the guard opening the door.