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EXPLICIT MATERIAL NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS.
© 1996 PleaseCain@aol.com -- Commercial use prohibited
without author's consent.  Remove of this notice is prohibited.



The Gentlemen's Society
by PleaseCain@aol.com


"What's the long face, Hampton-Davies?  Were the links untoward?"

Hampton-Davies exhaled in disgust and pulled his hair back.  He sat abruptly
down in a lounger in the circle with the others.  "Aye!  Cruel fortune!"  He
leaned
to the table, and a long arm plucked a cigar from the cup.  "What is one to
do?"
the young man exclaimed in barely suppressed frustration.  He snipped the cigar
tip decisively.

"Here, here, chum," consoled the older Spillsworth.  He shook an open tin
before
the youth; its contents rattled within.  "Go on, lad, have you some vagina."

The sullen Hampton-Davies looked at his mentor a moment, then finally reached
in and dropped a couple pieces into his mouth.  The corner of his mouth turned
up as he crunched at the bits.

Spillsworth heartily slapped the younger's knee.  "That's the stuff!" he
bellowed
triumphantly, and leaned back into his chair with satisfaction.

A chorus of "Well dones!" and "Good shows!" traveled around the circle of
seated
gents, as did the tin of vagina.  The men giggled in escalating giddiness and
gusto, as the pieces crackled in their mouths and their eyes swept over each
other in good-natured comradery.

The ruckus was such that they did not see the Texan until he was upon them.
Over his shoulder kicked a young woman in a short yellow dress.  He slapped
his big hand across her bottom.  She shrieked laughter.

"Hey y'all!" he piped over the din, "anybody want some pussy?"

The girl beat her fists playfully on his broad back.  "It's Bunny," she
squealed,
"Not Pussy, you big galoot!"

The congregation of men fell silent.  Silent.  Her laughter withered into
nothing.

"Whuh?" the Texan shrugged.  They could only stare at the spectacle.

Roguesford shook, beet-red.  A vein grew from his temple, and he shook his fist
from his perch.  "You . . . will . . . take . . . that, that, behavior . . .
far away from
HERE!"

The men chimed in:  "Here, here!"  "By the gods!"  "Really!"

"Gees."  The hoss was crestfallen.  He dropped the girl to her feet, and they
walked away forlorn.

"Good show," congratulated Leicester-Shanks, holding forth the tin.  Roguesford
snapped up a piece, well-pleased, grinding it with vigor.

Spillsworth noted to Hampton-Davies, "I shall propose a sanction barring such
indecency at the next meeting.  We shall draft said proposal tomorrow, you and
I."

"Aye!" approved the others, crunching industriously.




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