Up until 1928 I had a successful stock broking business but things were not going well, well, they were going too well and share prices soared beyond all reason. “You do know you won’t make anything like ten pounds usually don’t you?” I asked, “Lucky to get five shillings some times but it all helps.”
“I have no intention of making it a career,” Julia insisted,
“So Petunia do you want to earn five pounds,” I asked
“How?” she asked. “Have you licked anyone?” I asked. “Get your knickers off Petunia,” Julia ordered, “Have a little wank and sit on his cock, it can’t be that awful can it?”
“Not so fast, not here, upstairs in the club,” I explained, “You can meet the clients, they are all quite nice, ex forces mainly, one or two have a few bits missing.”
“Are you for real?” Julia asked, “What is this a brothel?”
“Not exactly, it provides attractive female company to discerning gentlemen,” I explained
“It’s a house of ill repute,” Petunia replied knowingly. “Sit on my cock first,” I countered. “Er we haven’t got anywere to go,” Julia replied, What exactly do you expect us to do?
