Mary Christine Ford

Night was falling on the London capital, the few lights that illuminated King Cross were beginning to turn on, some carriages pulled by beautiful horses of all colors were circulating on the king's road.

A place began to show bustle and vulgar piano music, the smells of cheap perfume, hair oil and rouge were the mixture of the place, beautiful and not so beautiful women were working, vulgar laughter was mixed with other sounds; a man dressed entirely in black, from footwear to an old felt hat, looked like something out of a horror tale.

That man looked carefully at each of the women in the place, he had a glass of port in his right hand and in the other a cane with a silver handle; He studied each of the women and people who were inside the place, the person in charge of the place approached him to ask if she was interested in any of the girls in the place to have a good time.

If I like that one, the one with black hair and pale skin- said the man- could you send her ?, I need the company of a beautiful woman tonight- the man looked with interest at the young woman behind the glass he had on his lips- He handed a ticket to the waiter, who put it in his pocket and bowed respectfully to the customer.

Mary Christine, go with the man and this time do not let him go so easy, he gave an excellent tip, so treat him well- said the waiter- you know, if he asks you for sex, do it, he has to become a frequent customer of this place - Gilbert said - go with him.

The girl approached the man, she was wearing clothes, a dress close to the body, revealing the lace corset that showed sinuous breasts, her pale skin contrasted with her black hair, her fine face was loaded with maroon blush, and the cheap perfume It impregnated his clothes, thus Sir Walker saw for the first time his new victim who went by the name of Mary Christine Ford.

Good evening, my lord, "said Mary Christine," what is she drinking? -The beautiful woman as she approached the man- Do you like to come and take a seat near the fireplace? she-she said offering him her small hand-come and make yourself comfortable, what are you drinking? - The young prostitute questioned Sir Walker- Cognac, wiskhy, rum? You tell me and her wishes are orders- the girl caressed the man's hand, while she brought her breasts closer to the man's arm.

Ron, please, what's your name? Sir Walker asked, her thin hands caressed the woman's chin, the girl felt a shiver of pleasure, never in her life as a prostitute had someone caressed her.

Mary Christine Ford, my lord- she said with a warm voice- I am here to serve you tonight and others that you wanted- she looked shyly at him, he was the first man of class who had to attend, almost always those were reserved for those who already they had much more time in the brothel.

Of course, I would love to have a Ron and you will have one with me- said Sir Walker- go get him, I'll wait for you in this seat- the man took one of the woman's hands to place a soft kiss on the back of This is Mary Christine, I'll wait here.

Mary Christine approached the bar to order two rums, the bartender gave her the order so that she could take it to the customer herself, it was the most recent acquisition of the brothel owner, her father had bet it on a night of spree, having lost the house, a small farm north of Surrey, the last thing he bet was his youngest daughter Mary Christine, at the time of losing, some men took her out of her bed in which she slept peacefully and from there her life Instead, every night she had to attend to men of all kinds.

In one part of the brothel it was for the sailors, workers and other common people, but now where it was it was frequented by people of another level, the wealthy clients of the city, bankers, heirs to a noble title, owners of important premises .

Here is your rum, my lord- said the young woman- do you want an aperitif? A few hot or cold sandwiches? Your wishes are orders to me, I am your humble servant- Mary Christine moved her eyelashes up and down in a flirtatious way She had to learn those tricks so that customers would treat her with caution, and care.

The rum is- well, Mary Christine- said the embalmer- now come and sit with me- ordered the man, drawing the woman to sit her on his knees- tell me something small, how did someone as beautiful as you end up in a brothel like this? -He was caressing the face of the young woman who when feeling such a caress she began to tremble, for a long time no one caressed her tenderly.

My father owned a small farm in the north of Surrey, my lord- she said shyly, we were not rich, but we did not need the money, my mother is a beautiful woman but too much do quiet, I have sisters and brothers, all married-the girl was staring at the floor- I am the youngest and only single; She had a fiancé who went to work in America, and Seamus went to try his fortune in that country, we frequently sent letters to each other until one day my father started drinking and gambling, that's how he fell from grace; my brothers and sisters did not support him, they even said that was their problem, in a gambling night with the owner of this place- he said this with pain and hatred, I was ripped from my bed and they brought me here to pay for everything, that has almost two years- the girl was still on Sir Walker's legs, the man was smiling, no one would miss the girl, an idea crossed his mind, he would only have to carry it out.