1. The Fallon Hotel


    Date: 9/10/2015, Categories: Historical, Author: NymphWriter, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    me so I can meet with Winnifred. And Andrew, feel free to enjoy the company of Elizabeth,” Miss Lenore motioned to a young, dark haired woman. “On the house of course, for escorting our young Miss Winnifred.” Elizabeth stepped up and wrapped her arm around Andrew, smiling. “Looking for some company sir?” “Why thank you Miss Lenore,” said Andrew, nodding. “Just keep your eye out for future girls like Winnifred,” said Miss Lenore. “Of course Miss Lenore,” said Andrew. “And Elizabeth, make sure our friend Andrew gets the House Special .” Elizabeth quickly smiled. “Of course Miss Lenore. It will be my pleasure.” Elizabeth escorted Andrew away as Miss Lenore turned to Winnie. “Now, let’s you and I have a chat, shall we? Give Thomas your bag and follow me.” Thomas knelt down and grabbed her bag as Winnie began to follow Miss Lenore. Then she stopped and exclaimed, “Wait! I need something from my bag!” “What’s that child?” asked Miss Lenore. “The letter from Miss Polly.” “Ah yes. Thomas, let her retrieve the item then take the bag to her room.” Winnie opened the bag, dove her hand inside, and removed a tattered envelope. Miss Lenore’s face showed her disappointment in its condition. “Thank you, Thomas,” said Winnie. Thomas smiled, walked upstairs and disappeared. Winnie handed Miss Lenore the envelope with a nervous smile. “Yes, follow me please,” said Miss Lenore. Miss Lenore led Winnie into what appeared to be an office area similar to the one Miss Polly had when they had met. ...
    Winnie sat in a chair and nervously fidgeted. Miss Lenore read the letter in silence, sighed, then asked, “Who else has read this letter?” “I’m sorry?” “Winnifred, let me explain something to you. I have worked hard to run a good business and the one thing I don’t tolerate is liars. So, either tell me who all has read this letter or I’ll have Thomas get your bag and you’ll be living on the street. And trust me when I say I’m a woman of my word.” Winnie’s eyes welled up with tears as she said, “Just the ship’s captain, ma’am. He said the letter gave him permission to have me.” “Did he force you?” “No, he said it was part of my job and repayment for my fare.” Miss Lenore sighed. “That bastard. You’ll be the last girl he ships for me if I have anything to say about that. He lied to you. Here, read the letter for yourself.” Miss Lenore handed Winnie the letter, but Winnie just sobbed. “I can’t.” “Why not?” “I can’t read.” “Not yet you can’t. I’ll bet you can’t write either.” “No ma’am.” “How old are you?” “Nineteen,” Winnie replied, wiping the tears from her cheeks. “I celebrated my birthday on the ship. Captain Roberts was extra nice to me that day. He had the ship’s cook fix me a nice fish dinner and even a small cake that he fed to me.” “I’m sure he was,” hissed Miss Lenore. “How is it you’re not carrying child?” “He’d spill his seed on my stomach or take my ass.” Miss Lenore sighted. “Let’s establish some ground rules Winnifred–” “Winnie, please.” “Alright then, Winnie. From ...
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