“I agree with you it’s not exactly…standard conduct for women of our station, but why not? You have the talent. You have the time. And singing gives you such joy. Why not let it bring joy to others, as well?”
Sophie smiled at her gentle cousin. Of the four, Sophie and Rose were most alike in demeanor and personality. Ally and Lily were much more flamboyant and unconventional. “I do appreciate the confidence all of you have in me, but I’m afraid I am never going to audition. Singing in public is about as much in my future as marriage and children.”
Ally smiled, her eyes gleaming. “Would you be willing to make a small wager?”
Sophie gasped. “You’re suggesting that I gamble? What would I have to gain?”
“I’m simply suggesting”—Ally pulled a sovereign from her reticule and placed it on the marble-topped mahogany coffee table in front of the divan where she sat—“that I can place a glove atop this coin and move it without moving the glove.”
“For the love of the Lord, I have no idea what you could be talking about,” Sophie said.
“Lily, may I borrow one of your gloves?” Ally asked.
“Of course, dear.” Lily rose and placed a glove on the table next to the sovereign.
“Give baby Morgan back to his mother, and come here.”
Sophie stood. Whatever did her conniving sister have up her sleeve? She handed the baby back to Lily and sat next to Ally on the gold brocade divan. “So you have a sovereign and a glove. Now what?”
“You see the sovereign is showing the image of St. George killing the dragon.”
Sophie nodded.
Ally placed Lily’s white glove on top of the coin. “And now, Sophie, I bet you that I can turn that sovereign over to the side showing the head without moving this glove.”
* * *
Zachary Newland let out a yawn. Nanette Lloyd’s painted lips held his cock.
Since when do I yawn during a cock sucking?
Since he had grown damned tired of Miss Nanette Lloyd. She was a decent actress with a nice voice, but bedding her had become dull. Her eagerness bored him. Zach enjoyed the chase, the conquest. He had fucked Nanette standing, against the wall in his office, the first time they met. What some women would do to get a part… Of course, he hadn’t been complaining at the time. Who was he to turn down a romp?
Nanette assumed she would be his lead soprano forever. For now, she was the best Zach had, and he did want to keep her…as an actress at the theatre.
As a lover? He was done.
How long had she been sucking him? Shouldn’t he be ready to release soon? Regarding fellatio, some women had it and some women didn’t. Nanette was a decent enough fuck, but as much she enjoyed sucking cock, she did not have the gift. He wasn’t going to come this way. He’d have to turn her around, spank her arse until it was pink, and then fuck her. The thought didn’t arouse him much.
He gently grasped her head and moved her lips away from his cock. “I need to fuck you.”
“But I love sucking you, Zach. Please, I want you to come down my throat.”
Wasn’t going to happen. He was going limp already.
“Sorry, honey, I’ve just got a lot on my mind. Auditions for the new musicale start on the morrow. I’ve got so much paperwork to do yet.”
“All right,” she said, “you can fuck me.”
But the moment had passed for Zach. He was no longer looking for a fuck, and certainly not one from Nanette. He pulled up his drawers and trousers. “I’m afraid, Nanette, that we’re not going to fuck this afternoon.”
“But you were so hard for me just minutes ago.”
Zach sighed. He hated breaking off with women. Though he had never been serious with a woman and didn’t have any plans to do so in the near future, he still didn’t like ending things
. He had no desire to upset any woman. But he and Nanette were a ship that had already sailed. He had been taking her to his bed for over six months—a long time for him. He had enjoyed himself—even though the cock sucking hadn’t gotten any better over time—and so had she, as far as he knew. He drew in a deep breath.
“Listen, you know I love your voice and I’m thrilled to have you here as part of the theatre. But I think that the sun has set on this little affair of ours.”