“I’ll help you. But I’ll need help from you in return,” she said. “And don’t think to evade me!”
He shrugged, apparently unconcerned about the specifics of her demand, which was very much in the manner he handled all demands.
A knock boomed at the door.
“That would be my Night Watch friend. The story is that we’re finally able to enjoy a romantic interlude now that your elderly, entirely unhelpful husband is no more. I’ll handle the importantbits; your role is to merely not hold back when you wish to make noise.”
“Make noise?” she asked, allowing herself to be led by the hand to the front door.
“Yes, just let it out,” he said, before placing her back against the door. “And handle conversing with the Watch.”
“What are you—”
“Answer them,” he said as he yanked the bodice of her dress down to expose one full breast.
She gasped, grabbing for her neckline. “What are you doing?” she asked, as he guided her hands above her head.
The door boomed again.
“Answer them,” he said, pinching her exposed nipple between his gloved fingers.
She moaned.
“That’s it,” he said softly.
“Night Watch, open up,” said a loud voice from behind the door.
Bonnie smiled and took her nipple into his mouth.
“Oh god—” she said.
“Madam, I can hear that you’re in there,” said the voice.
“Sir, for the sake of public decency,” she said, unable to remove her eyes from Bonnie’s as he sucked on her breast with a look of immense satisfaction on his gorgeous face, “I’m not able to open the door to my shop right now.”
“We’ve a few questions about a gentleman seen in these parts this evening,” the voice said. “His horse is tied up outside, a real high stepper.”
“If they seize my horse I swear I’ll—” said Bonnie, before Molly shoved her breast back into his mouth.
She held the back of his head, directing his ministrations and keeping him quiet until he grew distracted by the many ways her flesh could be fluffed and bounced while her nipple stayed firmly between his lips.
“Sir, that horse is owned by a guest of mine and I’ll thank you to see that it is left exactly where it was tied up earlier this evening,” she said.
“Time for the next act,” murmured Bonnie, pulling away from her tit with a pop. “Lift your skirts.”
“Lift my?” she said, all amazement.
He reached for his cane, propped against the door and only staying upright for fear of earning a look of aristocratic disdain from its owner.
“Skirts up,” he whispered, “I promise you’ll enjoy this.”
“Madam,” said the loud voice from outside, “we have reason to believe that a gentleman of some consequence was visiting a bawdy house and now seeks to evade the law in your home.”
Bonnie removed the silver head of his cane and withdrew a glass vial.
“I hardly think gentlemen provoke the ire of the Night Watch for enjoying the favors of ladies of the night,” said Molly, thinking fast. “I am told that such women are essential to maintaining happy homes since they provide an outlet for randy men, or so my late husband said.”
“Well, Madam,” the voice on the other side of the door seemed to get quieter, “the man in question would have been engaged in unnatural acts.”
