Tipping The Velvet by Sara Waters

Author:Sara Waters [Waters, Sara]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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invitation or perhaps with challenge. She looked, to tell the

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•'-- 'Ti-U*. «t i\,n Wm-lrl' tViat I

I had seen already that she was older, less handsome, but more striking than I'd thought at first. Her forehead was broad and pale - all the paler for being framed by the rippled blackness of her hair and her heavy dark brows. Her nose was very straight; her mouth was a full mouth that had once, I guessed, been fuller. Her eyes were a deep hazel and, in the dim light of the low-turned gas-jets, seemed all pupil. When she narrowed them - which she did now, the better to study me through the blue haze of tobacco smoke - one noticed the network of wrinkles, fine and not so fine, in which they were set.

The room was terribly warm. I unfastened the button at my throat, then lifted my cap and raked my fingers through my hair - afterwards rubbing my palm against the wool of my thigh, to wipe the oil from it. And all the time she watched me. Then she said, 'You must think me rather rude.' 'Rude?'

To have brought you so far, without enquiring after your name.'

I said, without hesitation, 'It's Miss Nancy King, and you might at least offer me a cigarette, I think.'

She smiled, and came to me, and placed her own fag, halfsmoked and damp at the end, between my lips. I caught the reek of it on her breath, together with the faint spice of the wine that she had swallowed.

'If you were King of Pleasure,' she said, 'and I were Queen of Pain ..." Then, in a different tone: 'You're very handsome, Miss King.'

I took a long pull on the cigarette: it made me giddy as a glass of cham. I said: 'I know.' At that, she raised her hands to the front of my jacket - she was still wearing gloves, with the rings on top - and ran them over me, delicately and lingeringly, and sighing as she did so. Beneath the wool of my uniform my nipples sprang up stiff as little sergeants; my breasts - which had grown used to being as it were put aside with my corset and chemise - seemed at her touch to rise and swell and strain against their wrappings. I felt like a man being transformed into a woman at the hand of a sorceress. My cigarette smouldered at my lip, forgotten. Her hands moved lower, and stopped at my lap, which now, as before, began to pulse and heat. The silken cravat lay rolled there; and as she fingered it, I blushed. She said, 'Now you are prim again!' and began to unfasten my buttons. In a moment she had her hand through the slit of my drawers, had seized a corner of the cravat, and began to tug at it. The silk uncurled, and squirmed and susurrated its way out of my trousers, like

an eel.

She looked absurdly like a stage magician, producing

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