1. Disgust


    Date: 10/5/2014, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: BradleyStoke, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    window, applause would break out amongst Sir Kenneth’s thirty or forty guests and continue until Sir Kenneth judged that it was time to stand up and stride, still clapping appreciatively, to the dais in front of the gathered audience. Inevitably, this wasn’t to be the end of the tedious cultural entertainment. Susan wasn’t going to be let off that easily. As always, when Sir Kenneth congratulated a String Quartet he made a special request on behalf of everyone that they should perform an encore. The musicians would make an unconvincing show of not being prepared and then play the one memorable and even sometimes tuneful piece of music in their repertoire. Every so often, it would be a piece of music that even Susan recognised. Like Greensleeves or the Hamlet Cigar theme tune. These encores never usually lasted much more than five minutes, but this was usually the first time in the whole performance that the musicians and even some of the audience looked like they were genuinely enjoying themselves. Susan often wondered why these chamber music ensembles didn’t skip the actual concert and just play a series of encores: seeing as it was the most enjoyable part of the evening. With, of course, a very real promise that it would all finally come to an end. “How did you enjoy the recital, Susan dear?” Sir Kenneth asked afterwards and when the far more important guests had been attended to and the musicians given enough evidence of the knight’s knowledge and appreciation of culture ...
    to speak well of him in future. Susan couldn’t say what she really thought or she might never be invited to such an evening’s entertainment again. She would never say that it had been yet another excruciating hour and a half of having to stifle a yawn and trying not to fidget. “Excellent as always, Sir Kenneth,” Susan said deferentially. “You have such excellent taste in music.” Susan knew exactly which buttons to press. The knight smiled graciously and placed a discreet but firm hand on her wrist that was as bare as the rest of her arm from the sleeveless shoulder to the elegant bracelet. “I’d like you to get to know Benedict Cosgrove,” Sir Kenneth said in a low voice. “He’s the chap with the short beard and cravat chatting to the cellist in the corner.” “Who is Benedict Cosgrove and what is he to you?” Susan asked. “Well, I’ll leave it to you to find out more about the man yourself. In fact, I’ve never spoken to him for more than thirty seconds at a time. All you need to know is that he’s a private investor and that I want him to invest some of his not inconsiderable wealth in my East European enterprises. Just make sure he associates an evening of high culture with a high degree of satisfaction that even Franz Schubert doesn’t normally offer.” “Schubert wasn’t gay, was he?” Susan asked with some alarm. “I don’t believe so,” said Sir Kenneth. “A bit of an old romantic I gather. Or a young romantic really. He died when he was about the same age as our Mr Cosgrove. It was from ...
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