The Wright Stuff
Sometimes, the most important part in having a date with destiny is just showing up.
Charles stood in front of the establishment as he fingered the cash in his pocket. It wasn’t a lot. He knew that, but would it be enough. It would have to be. It was all he had with him.
He crossed the street and he walked onto the porch and he knocked on the door.
It took a few moments before the door was opened by a young, Black woman. “Yes,” she asked.
“I’ve come here to see the lady of the house.”
Lady was a somewhat ambiguous term. Charles knew it and so did the girl who’d opened the door but then it wasn’t her job to correct the language used by the visitors to this house. Her job was merely to open the door and bear them inside. “Of course,” the young woman said as she pulled the door open wider, “won’t you come in.”
Charles stepped inside the house and the woman bore him to a parlor.
“If you’ll wait here, the mistress will be with you shortly,” and with that, the young woman left.
It wasn’t long before the woman of the house made her appearance. She was probably in her forties, Charles thought. Maybe her early fifties. She had long, blond hair and a flowing gown but Charles was under no illusion whatsoever. She might have looked like a woman of leisure but that wasn’t what she was. She had a job to do and she was doing that job right now.
She extended her hand to the man. “I don’t know you,” she said.
“My name is Charles Wright.”
The woman shook the man’s hand. “And I’m Miss Kitty,” the woman said. “What can I do for you, Mr. Wright?”
“I’ve come here with my brothers,” the man said. “We’re doing some ... research ... in your area and I was hoping to partake of some of the services your establishment provides.”
“And what services might those be, Mr. Wright?”
“Companionship. Specifically, the companionship of a young woman for a man of means.”
The woman smiled. “I think maybe we can provide that kind of service, but you said for a man of means. Does that mean you are a man of means?”
“I am not wealthy,” the man said, “but neither am I indigent either. I can pay.”
“Can you now?”
Charles nodded. “I can.”
“Well then, let’s get you started. If you’ll wait here, I will have the girls brought to you.”
“That will be fine.”
Charles watched the madam walk away. Damn, he thought. She might have been an older woman and maybe she’d given up earning her wages between the sheets, but damn, that woman certainly knew how to work her body. Charles wasn’t sure he knew what Miss Kitty had been before. He’d heard stories but if she’d once been what she was now offering, he wouldn’t mind introducing her to the contraption in his case.
But, of course, that wasn’t going to happen. Idle gossip such as that was simply that. Idle, and gossip.
And besides, it wasn’t long before the madam returned with four girls in tow.
“Mr. Wright, if I may, I’d like to present to you four of our most gifted companions.”
Charles nodded.
“To my left is Miss Charlotte. She is eighteen years old and while something of a newcomer, she has gotten herself something of a following from the men around here.”
Charles nodded at the blond. She was a short, little thing in a short, little skirt. Blond hair, blue eyes. Not bad, but if she was as popular as Miss Kitty claimed, why was she available this night?
“To Miss Charlotte’s left is Miss Faye. Miss Faye is twenty-three years old. She was married when she was eighteen but she found her husband wanting. He was not a nice man and he was somewhat inept as a lover. Faye ran away from him, but he came after her and he brought her back. She ran away again and this time when she ran away, she came to us and she’s been searching ever since for a man who can satisfy her needs.”
Charles nodded at the redhead. From the way she was looking at him, he could almost believe what the madam was saying. It was something in her eyes, he decided, an intensity that bordered almost on animalistic. She definitely wanted something but Charles couldn’t help but wonder if even if he gave her his best, he might be found wanting.
“To Miss Faye’s left is Miss Selma. She is twenty years old. Her father was a preacher and a strict man and Miss Selma soon became aware that while his way was perfectly fine for him, it wasn’t fine for her and so she came here to find things that her father’s way wouldn’t let her have.”
The brunette had a bit of a smile on her face as she nodded at Charles. There was something about her, Charles decided, almost an attitude of I’m here, you’re here, come on, let’s go. It was a rather enticing invitation.
“And finally, we have Miss Destiny. She is the newest girl here, having only come to us in the past two weeks. She may be new but she is eager to learn.”
Charles nodded at the blond. It seemed like there was always someone like her in every one of these establishments that he visited.
“So does one of our girls meet your needs?” the madam asked.
Charles looked down the line of women, from the popular Miss Charlotte, to the intense Miss Faye, to the eager Miss Selma, to the fresh Miss Destiny. “I think I know which one I want,” he said. “I think I’d like Miss Destiny.”
“An excellent choice,” the madam said although Charles was sure that no matter what his choice, he would have been told it was an excellent choice. The three women who hadn’t been chosen filed out of the room leaving only Miss Kitty and Miss Destiny and Charles to finish off the arrangements. “And now that the choice has been made, all that is left is a matter of payment.”
“How much?”
“Forty dollars.”
“Forty?! That’s a bit steep, don’t you think?”
“It’s the going rate.”
“But you said it yourself. She’s new. She’s untrained.”
“Yes, but that’s what gentlemen such as yourself like, isn’t it?”
Charles had to hand it to her. She knew what men like him wanted but then it was her job to know. Still ...
“I don’t know. Forty still seems a bit steep. And there’s no guarantee.”
“There never is in such things, Mr. Wright. You should know that.”
“Yeah, but I was thinking something a little closer to thirty.”
Miss Kitty just laughed. “Thirty? I don’t think so, Mr. Wright.”
“Hmm—”
“I’ll tell you what. I could let you have her for thirty-eight.”
“How about thirty-five?”
“Thirty-eight.”
“Thirty-six?”
“Thirty-eight, Mr. Wright. Either take it or leave it but the price is thirty-eight.”
Charles looked at the girl. He really did want her but thirty-eight was really more than he wanted to pay. Still, he really did want her, but still ...
“I’ll take it,” he said finally.
Miss Kitty smiled and Charles had the feeling she’d known he’d take it even before he’d asked about the price. Once more, he thought about the contraption that he had in his case. Once more, he thought about using it on the madam. Once more, he reluctantly set those thoughts aside. “You’ve made an excellent choice,” the madam said. “I’m sure you’ll find that she more than meets your expectations.”
Yeah right, the man thought. She probably said that to every one of her clients and Charles couldn’t help but wonder what she’d do if anyone complained that one of Miss Kitty’s girls had fallen short of the john’s expectations.
But for now at least, that wasn’t going to happen. For now, at least, money changed hands and for now, at least, he was going to have his way with the girl.
The girl looked a Charles. “If you’ll follow me,” she said.
Sure, he’d follow her. After all, it was what he had come there for.
She led him up a narrow stairwell and then down a narrow hall with closed doors. There was little doubt what was on the other side of those doors. It was women with men, customers really. Charles didn’t even bother to try and convince himself otherwise. He knew what they were.
“This is my room,” the girl said as she came to a stop in front of one of the doors.
Charles nodded and then the girl opened the door. “Wouldn’t you come in?”
The room was small but not quite cramped. The centerpiece of the room as well it should be was the bed. It was, after all, why Charles and all the other men that visited Miss Destiny came to the room. The bed was everything.
Destiny looked at the man. “You’re new to town,” she said.
“I came in with my brothers.”
“Your brothers? Are they starting a business the girl asked as she started to undress.
Charles shook his head. “They already have a bicycle shop in Dayton but my brothers are inventors and right now, they’re testing their latest invention, a flying machine.”
“A flying machine? That sounds interesting. Are you an inventor, too?”
Charles smiled. “That’s not my thing. I’m more in the demonstration side of things.”
“Demonstration? What do you mean?”
“I mean demonstration. Do you know what I have in this bag?”
The girl looked at the man’s valise and she shook her head. “I’m sure I don’t,” she said.
“Would you like a demonstration?”
“A demonstration of what?”
“A demonstration of our latest device.”
“I thought you wanted sex.”
“I did and I do but as it so happens our latest invention is all about sex.”
“I don’t understand.”
“You don’t think my brothers just worked on bicycles or flying machines, did you. They needed something that was a little more ... lucrative. In this case, devices for sexual stimulation. They’re all the rage in New York City.”
“You were in New York City?”
“Just last week.”
“But I thought you said you were with your brothers.”
“And I thought you said you didn’t know who they were.”
“Well, a girl hears things,” the girl admitted sheepishly.
“I’ll bet you do,” the man said, “that is when the men you’re talking to are talking at all.”
The girl giggled. “You got that right. Some guys that come here aren’t much into talking but I did hear something about some fellows who were trying to fly or something.”
Charles smiled. “That’s them. Wilbur and Orville.”
“So you were really in New York City?”
“I was.”
“Um, so what was it like?”
“What was what like?”
“What was it like in New York City?”
Charles nodded to himself. It wasn’t like he hadn’t expected the girl to say that. “You want to know about the big city, do you?”
The girl nodded.
“What do you want to know?”
“What was it like?”
“It was big,” Charles said. “It was big, and noisy, and always moving.”
“Oh.”
“But that’s not what you wanted to know, is it?”
Destiny shook her head.
“You want to know about the people, don’t you?”
Again, the girl nodded and Charles smiled to himself. It was always the same. They all wanted to know about that. “Unlike everywhere else, the women of New York City are sophisticated.”
The girl shifted nervously. “Other women aren’t sophisticated?”
“Well, I suppose they are to some degree,” the man said. “As sophisticated as they can be. It’s just that New York women are more open to new ideas.”
“To new ideas?”
“Like our little device here.”
“I’m sophisticated.”
“Are you really?”
The girl nodded.
Charles smiled. “I’m sure you think you are but I’m beginning to have some doubts. You seem more naive than I thought at first.”
“I’m not naive.”
“So you say now but I’m wondering if maybe I should have a chat with Miss Kitty. Perhaps one of the other girls—”
“No!”
Charles raised his eyebrows. “No?”
“I mean, no, there’s no reason to do that. I’m sure we can work something out.”
“You’re saying maybe you want to try out our device.”
“I guess.”
“You guess?”
“I guess I could try it out, if that’s what the Yankee women do in New York City.”
“I suppose we could give it a try,” Charles said.
“Could we?”
“I think so but I seemed to have interrupted you,” the man said. “I think you were in the process of undressing.”
“Yes.”
“Well why don’t you finish disrobing while I explain what we will be doing.”
“Yes,” the girl said as she began to remove the last of her clothes.
Charles opened his bag and he took out the most amazing looking of devices. It was about three feet long and it was black and from the way Charles handled it, it appeared to have the weight and heft of something made of metal although there were pieces at either end that appeared to be made of something else.
Destiny gaped at the device. “What is that?”
“We don’t have a name for it yet,” Charles said.
“What’s it do?”
“If you’ll lie down, I’ll show you.”
Destiny wasn’t sure. This surely wasn’t what she’d thought she was going to get when he man picked her from among the other girls but if she backed out now, Miss Kitty would be mad and besides, she could always back out later if she wanted to. “You’re sure the girls in New York City are doing this?” she asked.
“Of course,” Charles lied. He’d never actually been to the city. “It’s all the rage up there.”
“Well, all right.” If the Yankee girls were doing it, Destiny supposed she could do it, too. After all, she didn’t want people to think that there was something that a Yankee girl could do that couldn’t be done by a daughter of the south.
Destiny gaped as the man put the contraption over her body. It was cold and it was heavy, too. One part of the machine went right between her legs and when it was finally in place, it was actually touching her in her most private of places. It was alarming at first but once she got used to it, it was ... it was actually rather pleasant. The central part of the machine went right between her breasts but it had two arms that reached out to either side to cover the nipples of either breast and at the other end of the machine was a mask which now slipped down over the girl’s nose and mouth.
Destiny’s eyes took on a worried look. “I don’t know about this,” she said, her voice muffled somewhat by the mask.
But Charles wasn’t stopping now. From his bag, he took out one more item, a bellows device which he affixed to the machine.
“I want to get up,” the girl said. “I want to stop.”
Charles pumped the bellows and the machine which had been static before slowly started to move but more impressive than that was the suddenly startled look on the girl’s face.
“What was that,” the man said as the bellows blew again.
But Destiny wasn’t asking to stop. Not anymore, she wasn’t. She was smiling and when the bellows blew again, that smile turned into a giddy grin.
And how could she not smile. After all, the forced air blowing through the machine blew against her clit even as the machine massaged her sex. The part between her tits was now sliding up and down like a big cock and inside the mask was now a gas that induced even more giddiness.
Jame squeezed the bellows again and the girl moaned with pleasure. “You belong to me,” he said.
The girl nodded. How could she not nod. The gas made her very open to whatever was told to her.
“My pleasure is your pleasure,” the man said.
The girl nodded eagerly as the bellows blew again. His pleasure was her pleasure.
“You want me to use your body.”
The girl nodded. She wanted that. She wanted him to use her body.
“Anything I want is what you want.”
Anything, the girl agreed. Anything.
Charles stroked the bellows a few more times just to make sure he locked it in then he took the device away and he removed the contraption from the girl’s body.
“What do you want?” Charles asked.
“Anything,” the girl said. “I want anything you want.”
Charles smiled. He’d expected nothing less from her. “I’m going to fuck you,” he said.
“I want you to,” the blond pleaded. “I want you to fuck me. I want you to use me. Your pleasure is my pleasure.”
Excellent, just excellent, the thought as he positioned himself over the girl’s eager body.
“Do it,” the girl pleaded. “Please fuck me.”
The girl moaned as Charles’s cock entered her pussy. There was no doubt about it. That was what she wanted. No. More to the point. It was what she needed. It was what she needed so very badly.
The girl gasped as she felt the man’s cock touch her pussy.
“What was it you wanted again?”
The girl tried to push herself against the man’s cock but she wasn’t going to get it as easily as that. “Please fuck me,” she said.
The man grinned as he pushed himself even more between her legs. Her lips parted but only ever so enticingly. “What was that?” he asked again.
“Please fuck me.”
This time when Charles pushed, this time he really did enter her. “You mean like this?”
“Oh my God,” the girl moaned.
“I asked you a question,” Charles said. “You mean like this?”
“Yes, I mean like that.”
The man pulled back only to push himself forward again and the girl’s body shuddered beneath him.
“Oh God,” the girl moaned. “Oh God.”
“You like that, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“I’m going to cum,” the man told her. “I’m going to cum in your pussy.”
The girl groaned but other than that, she said nothing.
“What’s the matter?” Charles asked. “Is there a problem?”
The girl hesitated before she shook her head. “No problem,” she said. “I want you to do it.”
“That’s because you’re a bad girl, isn’t it?”
“I guess.”
“No I guess. You’re a bad girl.”
“Okay,” the girl moaned.
“Okay what?”
“Um, I’m a bad girl?”
Charles’ cock continued to work the girl’s pussy. “You don’t sound to convincing,” he said. “Why don’t you say it again.”
“I’m a bad girl.”
“Better,” Charles said as his cock worked her pussy, “but not good enough. Say it again.”
“I’m a bad girl.”
“That’s better so what do you say when I say I’m going to cum inside you?”
“That I’m a bad girl?”
Charles shook his head. “We already know that. What else do you say?”
“I don’t know.”
“Tell me you want it. Tell me you want me to cum in your pussy.”
“Okay.”
“I’m going to cum in your pussy.”
“I want you to.”
“You want me to do what?”
“I want you to cum in my pussy.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m a bad girl.”
Charles couldn’t help but groan as his cock came between the girl’s legs. “You certainly are,” he told the girl. “You’re a very bad girl, and you know what?”
“What?”
“I like you that way. I like fucking a bad girl so what are you?”
“I’m a bad girl.”
“Not just any bad girl,” Charles corrected her. “You’re my bad girl.”
“I’m your bad girl,” Destiny agreed.
“That’s just what I wanted you to say. You’ll always be my girl, won’t you? You’ll always be my bad girl.”
“Always,” Destiny groaned. “I’ll always be yours.”
Charles couldn’t help but grin as he loaded his device back in its bag. The effects, regrettably were not permanent. Destiny would remain his love slave for the next two, maybe three days, and then she’d snap back to who she once was, but in the interim, she intended to keep using the girl for as long as she was available to him.
“Destiny,” he said.
“Hmm,” the girl said in a dreamy, little voice.
“I’m going to leave now.”
The girl’s eyes flew open. “What? No. You can’t go. I need you. I need you so bad.”
Charles grinned. “I know you do,” he told her, “but my time here is limited. I have to go.”
“No. I want you to stay.”
“I know you do, but you can come to me later, after you’re done with your work here.”
“Then I’m done now.”
Charles shook his head. “You need to keep up appearances. You need to act like nothing has changed.”
“Why?”
“Because you’d get me in trouble if you didn’t and you wouldn’t want to do that, would you?”
“N-no.”
“So you have to stay here.”
“But I still need you.”
“I know you do and you can still have me again, if you do what I tell you to do.”
“All right,” the girl said hesitantly. “If that’s the way it has to be.”
“That’s the way it has to be.”
“All right.”
“And if you do what I say, you can visit me when you’re done here. I’m over at the Mayflower Hotel, room 213.”
“I’ll be there.”
“And maybe when you come over to the hotel, maybe you can tell me just how inferior all the other guys are while I fuck you hard.”
“I will,” the girl assured him.
Charles let himself out and at the bottom of the stairs, he found Miss Kitty waiting for him. “I take it Miss Destiny met all of your expectations.”
“She did indeed. I was very happy with her.”
“That’s exactly what we want to hear. We want our menfolk to go away happy.”
“I can see that,” Charles said.
“So we’ll be seeing you again,” Miss Kitty said.
“If my schedule permits. I will be rather busy the next few days.”
“But certainly not to busy to come visit us.”
“We’ll see.”
Charles stepped out into the cold December air. It was December 16th. Tomorrow, the Wrights would try to make another flight. Wright really wasn’t his last name. In spite of himself, he grinned. It was stupid, really. If God had meant for man to fly, he would have given man wings but the Wrights were a perfect cover. Wherever they went, he went, and if anyone ever tried to track him down, they’d be talking to them not to him and it explained perfectly why he had the contraption he did.
Charles grinned again.
The next day, the Wright brothers did fly their machine and Charles was once more in search of a new alibi for his sexual activities.