The Vaudeville Star

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When she looked down at Caroline, she saw her eyes were open. She was staring at her. Alice smiled kindly.

“I’ll call the nurse, Caroline. You need some water. Come. Let me help you sit.”

“Nurse!” Alice called out. “Help Mrs. Parker with the water.”

Lourdes moved down the length of his body. She moved slowly, taking her time as she knew he liked this best. There were many women that didn’t like the act of fellatio. Some viewed it as demeaning. The act of taking a man’s cock into their mouth while on their knees was viewed as subservient, but Lourdes enjoyed it. Some felt that sex was for creation only, and if the seed was ingested by mouth, there was no chance of a child, and thus it was a vile act.

Lourdes disagreed. And she was rewarded handsomely. King had given her jewels and furs. He had purchased a small town house for her and furnished it completely, and in return she gave him her body. It was a simple exchange, and he was not the first.

Lourdes had been born on a tropical island and traveled to New York with her family when she was five. She had dark eyes, dark hair, and a darker skin tone that men of a certain class seemed to be fascinated by. She had worked in a brothel at sixteen before she had caught the eye of an older gentleman and become his mistress.

When he tired of her, there had been another man, who had been a friend of King’s. She had met King at a party, and that had been it. They had been instantly attracted to each other, and she had ended up with her skirts flung up over her head as King had taken her from behind on a billiard table.

He was a man who liked to be in control all the time, and Lourdes understood that. He liked his women submissive and docile, and Lourdes did as he wanted. He wanted her always at his beck and call, and that was the reason he purchased the town house for her. He was also jealous and controlling and did not allow her to have any lovers besides him.

Lourdes accepted all of this. She allowed him the control he needed, and she gave him access to her body. If the acts he performed were degrading, she didn’t complain. She knew that if he found something that displeased her, he would do it all the more. But he was fascinated by Lourdes and her dark skin tone and her thick, wavy hair.

Lourdes’s only wish now was to conceive a child for him. She knew that his wife had become pregnant several times but never carried a child to full term. So obviously the blame was not with King.

She had no bargaining chip to hold over his head. He had wealth, power, and control, and she had nothing. But a child. A son. That would give her everything she needed.

She moved her lips expertly over the pink head of his cock, and he moaned. When she moved her lips along the shaft, she felt him buck.

She had grown increasingly worried about his attachment to the young singer. It was widely spoken of. She was fresh and innocent and everything she was not. If ever she did become his mistress, King would probably spend weeks alone with her in a bedroom somewhere far away, pumping her until her belly swelled.

Lourdes moved her hands to the base of the shaft as her mouth took more of his cock. She moved up and down until he was finally spent. She never liked to swallow the seed, but King demanded it. She did it now because his eyes were on her.

He smiled and settled back into the bed while Lourdes thought again of the young singer. Ruby. She must find a way to get rid of her rival or at least provide King with an heir. She knew what they said. That any child of hers would be an outcast. He would never fit in either world because of his dark complexion. But that was ridiculous. King longed for an heir, and she would provide him with one.

Alice clutched the white handkerchief tightly in her hand. She looked at the sister nurse, who sat with her hands together in prayer, and at the doctor, who was bending over Caroline.

“Doctor? Please! Tell us what happened!” Alice said in a broken voice.

The doctor listened to her heart with his stethoscope and then turned to Alice. “I am deeply sorry, Mrs. Parker. It seems her heart gave out. Too much for her,” he said quietly as he pulled the sheet up over her head.

Alice gasped while the sister nurse crossed herself and then brought her hands together again.

“Oh no! It’s dreadful! My son will be so distraught. We had thought she might recover,” Alice told the doctor.

He came toward her and laid a hand upon her shoulder. “Let’s go downstairs. The deathbed is no place for a lady. A glass of brandy will help you.”

Alice nodded, leaning on the doctor slightly as they walked from the bedroom. “I cannot believe dear Caroline is gone,” she said, dabbing at her eyes with the handkerchief.

Downstairs, the gray-haired doctor poured a brandy for himself and Alice. “I can stay and break the news to King if you like.”

The doctor had been their family physician for many years and knew King personally.

“No. I’ll do it. I’m his mother. He should hear it from me,” she said softly. “But thank you for offering. You have always been good to our family.”

She walked the doctor to the door, and he smiled kindly at her. When she closed the door behind him, she smiled broadly. At last, she thought. Now they could begin to live again.

King handed his coat and hat to the butler as his mother greeted him warmly.

“Ah, there you are. You’re late this evening,” she said as she followed him into his large library.

Almost like clockwork, he poured himself a whiskey and his mother a small glass of sherry. Taking a sip, he eyed his mother.