Read Teena: A House of Ill Repute Online
Authors: Jennifer Jane Pope
'Gives a whole new meaning to the expression
putting your face on
, doesn't it?' Anne-Marie said, and giggled. She placed the hood-wig to one side and quickly began removing my original hood, though she made no effort to take my gag out, for I would have protested that I had changed my mind now and preferred just to spend a quiet night in. That, of course, was not to be, and a few minutes later I was standing there in my new face and hair, staring out at a world that had taken on a greenish hue, courtesy of the tinted lenses now covering my eyes.
'Brilliant,' Anne-Marie declared when she had finished fastening the neck and tucked it beneath my collar. She teased my hair about my dolly face. 'I only had the one with hair attached, as they were out of stock, but if we find a hat for Andrea, she won't attract any attention in the car. Besides, we shan't be driving through any built-up areas, so no one will get that close a look at the pair of you.
'Even so, though,' she continued, turning back towards the door leading into the house, 'I'd better find you both something to wear over that little lot, just in case. Now you just stand there like the two good dollies I know you are and I'll be right back.'
3.
This time the switch really did take me by surprise, firstly because it came so quickly after my latest return, and secondly because I dropped straight back into that inn bedroom apparently only minutes after I had left it, for I was still very much entwined with Indira, who was nuzzling greedily between my thighs and bringing me towards an orgasm of my own with a tongue that would have qualified for a Queen's Award for Industry had there been such a thing back in eighteen thirty-nine. Whether this was Indira or whether she was Andy inside Indira again I had no way of telling, because her mouth was currently occupied on business other than talking, but I wasn't really in a state to worry which was which just then.
Instead I reached across, twisting myself around and alongside her, so that even though she did not have to break the intimate contact, we were now lying on the bed in opposite directions. Whichever of the two was in control, they got the message immediately, and the soft brown thighs parted willingly for me to return the compliment. She tasted sweet as my tongue dipped into her and the reaction was immediate. I sucked on her clitoris, which although already engorged grew with astonishing rapidity. At the same time I felt her beginning to tremble violently, and her thighs clamped over my ears in a spontaneous reaction, but with such power that I would have had trouble trying to break free, had I been so inclined. However, breaking away was the last thing on my mind, especially as that wicked tongue of hers had redoubled its efforts. I felt the wave building and building. At last it broke with all the ferocity of a North Atlantic storm, and but for the muffling effect over my mouth, I'm sure I should have brought Erik running once more.
All too soon, though perhaps not in some ways, it was over. I fell back exhausted and shivering, my right arm hanging loosely over her body, which seemed to have lost all life save for a slight twitching of the legs. I closed my eyes and tried to control my breathing, which was ragged, almost tortured.
'Bugger!' exclaimed a tired voice, and I knew then Andy had indeed come back with me.
I kept my eyes closed and made no response, not yet willing to trust my own voice, nor even my brain, to organise intelligible speech.
'Oh sheesh!' she said, and I felt her shifting position beneath my arm. 'If that's what it's like as a girl, I reckon I wouldn't mind making the swap permanently.'
'It has its disadvantages as well,' I muttered, finally breaking my silence.
'Name one,' came the response.
I let it go, knowing there was no way I could as yet make Andy, even as Indira, understand what I was getting at. Besides, I rationalised, probably a good few men experienced a similar loss of all control over their bodies and it wasn't just women. Fleetingly, I did wonder if it wasn't even a woman thing, but if it was something peculiar to me, and my current companion in lust, of course.
'We should try to sleep,' I suggested, wriggling around until we were both more or less facing the same way. I raised myself up on one elbow and looked down into that beautiful face and those bottomless pits of eyes. 'We're going to have a long day ahead of us tomorrow,' I added.
Those eyes looked back at me quizzically. 'We don't need to have,' came the reply. 'If this is Arundel, then we're something like eighty miles from the Hacklebury stately pile and they don't have the faintest idea which way we've gone. We could afford to rest up here for another day or two and then decide where we're going.' She struggled into a sitting position and finally closed her legs, but then she changed her mind and drew them up into a cross-legged position. 'Let's say that Hacklebury didn't find out about our escape until late the following day, which is what you seem to have seen and heard. Meg's also got a few loose ends to tie up, including this Maudie party, and she's got to wait until this other guy turns up. That's given us about a two day start and, like I said, they still have to try to work out where we've gone. Yes, we could just get underway again in the morning and keep travelling, but where are we travelling to? Even assuming we could just keep running, what sort of life would that be, and eventually the money will run out, won't it?'
'That's true,' I conceded. We were currently pretty well set up, but even our little fortune could not last forever. Inns were cheap enough, but an inn every night, plus stabling and feed for the horses, that would gnaw away at our funds over a prolonged period.
'Besides,' she continued, and echoed another thought that had begun to invade my mind, 'I don't think we were brought back here just to go on the run. We need to settle Hacklebury's hash and Mad Meg's, too, and the sooner we work out a way of doing that, the better.'
'And I suppose you've got a plan, have you?'
'Nope, I haven't.' The beautiful features broke into the most disarming smile imaginable. 'But I'm sure we'll think of something soon enough. In the meantime, this is a nice warm place and the food is decent enough, so why don't we give ourselves some thinking time, maybe take a look around the area and consider our options.'
'You could have a point,' I replied slowly. 'Perhaps I should wake Erik and let him know, otherwise he'll be up getting the carriage ready before first light.'
Indira/Andrea nodded. 'Yes, you do that,' she said, 'and then you come back here - straight back here, that is.'
I looked down at her again and now it was my turn to smile. 'Why, I do believe you're jealous,' I teased, pinching one large nipple gently. 'Getting a bit paranoid because you don't have the only cock any more, are we?'
'Huh!' she snorted. 'It's not a case of not having the only cock, I don't have one at all at the moment.'
'You see,' I chuckled, 'I told you there could be disadvantages.'
'Maybe,' she sniffed, 'but you forget, I've already learned you don't need a cock to satisfy a woman. Being Andrea taught me that often enough, being Indira ain't going to be any different.'
I snaked out a hand and probed between her thighs, eliciting a sharp gasp from her as my fingers found their hard to miss target first time. 'Wanna bet on that?'
We finally slept, after I had woken Erik to inform him of the change of plans, and he undertook to inform the landlord early next morning we would be staying at least one more night.
I woke late, but I was still ahead of Andrea, who was snoring gently as she slept the sleep of the innocent, which she hardly qualified for. Outside it was already daylight and a watery sun was struggling gamely into the sky, which was all but cloudless. The fire had nearly died in the hearth and the air felt chill as I crawled out from beneath the covers. Records indicating that winters had been colder in the previous century were not exaggerated, I thought, grabbing my cape to wrap about my shoulders as I raked through the embers and tried to cajole them back into life by adding several of the smaller pieces of coal.
I looked around the room, noting the trunk now containing our spare clothing, which Erik had hauled up the previous evening, and sniffed. I smelled of stale sweat and felt sticky, despite the cold. What I wouldn't have given for a shower or even a modern bath, but I knew there was no chance of finding the former, and that arranging for anything approximating the latter would probably be quite a feat. I decided to settle for a wash-down, using the water that had been placed in the tall jug on the washstand, but not, I thought, until the temperature in the room improved. I glanced back across at the fireplace and was gratified to see the new fuel was starting to burn. Another few minutes and I would be able to add one of the large logs.
Meantime my mouth felt terrible, as if something had crawled inside and died during the night. On the small table in the corner, I found a junior version of the washstand jug and two thick glasses. I poured a little water into one of them and tasted it, somewhat suspiciously. To my surprise it seemed perfectly drinkable and not at all stale, so I poured more, rinsed my mouth a couple of times, and then took a longer drink.
'What year is it?'
The sleepy groan from the direction of the bed made me start, and I almost choked on the final mouthful of water. I spun round to find my lover peering over the top of the blankets, her black hair looking more like something a bird would have felt at home in. 'I didn't expect you to stir for ages yet,' I said accusingly. 'A minute ago you were snoring your head off.'
The eyes twinkled back at me. 'I was having a lovely dream,' she sighed. 'It was quite amazing really. I had this body, but I also had a cock that grew out when I needed it. Best of both worlds, if you know what I mean.'
'Wishful thinking,' I retorted. 'Be content with what you've got, same as the rest of us.'
'Except the rest of you haven't had the chance to try both sides,' Andrea/Indira grinned. 'Bloody hell, but it's cold in here!'
'You should have tried it ten minutes ago,' I said, indicating the fire now beginning to flicker encouragingly. 'That may not look like much, but it was all but dead when I woke up. I think it'll be okay to put one of the logs on now. No, don't you bother your lazy little body, I'll see to it. Having boobs seems to have made you idle.'
'Well, it's having all the extra weight to carry around,' she retorted cheekily, and then let out a small groan of satisfaction as she began massaging her chest beneath the covers. 'Well, this seems to prove I didn't dream everything that happened last night,' she sighed contentedly.
It took not a little willpower to resist crawling back into bed with my exotic, big-breasted lover, but I knew if I did, we would not only waste - maybe that's not the right word, but what the hell? - a good couple of hours, I would also feel completely exhausted again before the day had even begun properly. So instead, once the fire built up and the room temperature with it, I washed and dried myself and selected a suitable change of clothing.
For a few seconds I considered allowing myself the luxury of going without a corset, but I quickly dismissed the idea, for even this slender frame was not going to fit into any of the available dresses without something to compress the waistline even further. As I stood and grimaced while Andrea/Indira laced me in, I wondered how she was going to cope. She was no taller than me, but her figure was considerably fuller and there had been no dresses in the box that would fit her easily. All she had was what she stood up in, plus a short cape.
Obviously, Angelina had not seen fit to take time out to acquire clothing for Indira, and if she had been wearing the same dress for three or four days... well, I preferred not to think about that. My eyes narrowed as I studied her, now completely at ease in her nakedness and evidently enjoying her new body to the full.
'I suppose we could try lacing you a bit tighter,' I suggested. 'The blue corset looks as if it might be smaller than the others.'
'You're joking, I hope,' she said. 'Even the one I had on last night was crushing the life out of me.'
'Well, you won't fit into any of Angelina's clothes,' I pointed out. 'It's not like modern stuff, no stretchy materials and all buttons and hooks. We'll have to get you something new, always assuming they have some sort of dress shop hereabouts.'
'I'll just put the original dress back on,' she said.
I shook my head. 'No you won't. That needs a good wash, especially in this sort of place. Heaven knows how many fleas and bed buggy things there are. No, you can wait here and I'll get Erik to take me out to have a look around.'
'Oh great!' she exclaimed. 'And what am I supposed to do in the meantime?'
I eyed up her voluptuous curves, recalling her wonderment as she explored them the previous evening. 'I'm sure you'll think of something to distract yourself,' I replied, smiling.
I was beginning to think we were out of luck as far as getting new clothes for Andrea/Indira was concerned, but then we found a shop down near the river. The choice wasn't fantastic - most women who could afford decent clothing still tended to have it made to their individual requirements - but it would do, if only because it had to and there were no other choices to be had at the moment.
The proprietor was a weedy looking male, probably in his late fifties, assisted by a younger woman who turned out to be his wife. I explained I needed at least two new dresses for my companion, and that she was a little more generously proportioned than I was. The woman, who looked as though she might have at one time been quite pretty, but who was now fading fast even though she was probably not yet forty, smiled and said she had some things in the storeroom she thought would fit my requirements. As long as they fit Andrea, I thought grimly, and followed her through.