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Anansi

Anansi

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A quiet boy, that's how most of the town would have described Edmund. His eyes were always slightly sunken, he would have been handsome if not for his gaunt pale cheeks and sallowed complexion. His lips were always pursed slightly, lush and full lips however they lacked the pink hue to make them appealing. His eyes were a brilliant blue yet held a slight dullness to them like he was constantly tired. His generally haggard appearance confused most who knew his family. Really he wasn't much of a boy, standing six foot three and weighing two hundred pounds he was rather large, his body like a sculpted bronze come to life with his skin the color of light caramel. His deep black hair was kept back in a pony tail that rested between his shoulder blades and sat atop the edge of the creme colored shirt he wore. His black trousers and deep black boots gave him the look of a ghost as it blended with the darkness of the basement as he shifted about barrels easily.

"I need to hire someone to do this." He mused to himself as he finished stacking the barrels and turned to walk up the stairs. Exiting the cellar he looked about his large pantry and stepped out into a larger kitchen. There was no dust in the area but a general look of disuse filled the room, pots and pans all stacked as though they hadn't been moved for weeks and had been dusted rather than washed. Yawning slightly he made his way out and into the main hall, this area had dust in the higher spots, dust he couldn't be bothered to deal with. He lived now in the mansion that seemed to be hurtling towards antiquity now that his father had died and his mother had been committed. The servants had run off with whatever they could carry only to find themselves soon caught, the property returned and soon they were in prison. His sudden sitting caused a slight cloud of dust to fly up from an armchair he flopped into before he put his hands behind his head. "I need to hire someone to dust this place proper. Its becoming a mess...I can't have that, mother wouldn't like that." He said slowly. "No no, everything must be proper and prim for when she returns." He said slowly while steepling his fingers together and pondering on where he would find such help.

Standing he walked along the marble floor of the hall listening to the distant hollow click of his echoing footsteps before he walked through the doors and down the path. He walked, and walked, and walked, and soon he was in town, soon being an hour or so later. Plopping down on a bench, he soon began to look at women as they passed by. Many blushed, or giggled, he was going to just wait, he figured he'd know the one when he saw her, or she saw him.
 
Yes, spring always made for a wonderful time for the young women in the town. Holding each other by the arms, talking of romance and gossiping about the young men in the town, but mostly they enjoyed to talk of Edmund. He was so mysterious, and large… His very prescience was titillating! The sun shone brilliant in the clear blue sky. The gentle breeze picked up the scent of flowers as they were so easily pushed to and fro. Following these sweet floral smells, was something much muskier…

Miss Lestelle Lovelock always smelled of vanilla, day in and day out. Currently, she was chasing after Jemima puddle duck. Jemima was a fine white duck, and was making her way around with her seductive waddle. Nice and plump, with perfect white feathers. She flew above Edmund’s head before walking along the path to a soft green patch. Lestelle, helpless as a trapped mouse, called out with her sweet voice, “Jemima! Please come back! You mustn’t run from the yard…” During this calling, she ran past the bench; her bottom bouncing with every step. Her hands held in a feminine way.

Lestelle was a red-haired girl, whose hair was always found in abundance. Long locks, first they were straight before falling into complex curls. Skin was pale as cream, but her cheeks and lips were healthy with pink colouring. She was significantly shorter than Edmund, and most other females; being the height of five foot three. She had a slender body that had a developed bottom and chest. Her sunshine yellow dress flowed so nicely off of her curves, while concealing all behind it. Her grey eyes were so very strange… While they were multitoned, they always had a glint of innocence to them!
 
He found himself growing bored as he sat there. Eventually his eyes drooped slowly, his expression no longer of interest in any of the young women who wandered past. It became that of accustomed boredom, the women just being a boring part of an average day. Their perfumes of Jasmine and Lilac eventually began to blend together till he could barely tell one from the other even with his sensitive olfactory capabilities. However one cut through it, it was a sweet yet heady scent and it made his head pick up as he closed his eyes and sniffed it deeply. It definitely clung to a feminine body and opening his eyes he saw a flash of white headed toward and then over him.

Standing quickly after being pulled from his reverie he tilted his head in surprise. "What would a duck be doi" As if to answer his question he saw the young lady calling after and chasing the duck. He watched her with captured attention, his tongue sticking in his mouth as his lips parted. He'd not seen her before, he knew he'd not seen her before. He watched her run past, and his eyes trailed over her, that fiery hair, those eyes, that poise even as she ran. He could immediately feel some sort of pang as he watched her. Turning he began to follow without hesitation once she had a good lead. His shirt hugged his body with the wind as he ran and outpaced the girl. She wanted something, and he knew he wanted her.

A small bit of yellow began to suffuse into his blue eyes and a glint was there as he outpaced the duck as well and stood before it blocking its path. His shirt had come from his pants and now hung slightly, his pony tail had bounced out of its containing band as it had flopped back and forth. His hair now flowed freely over his shoulders, his cheeks were the faintest of pinks. He simply halted the duck's path, not wanting to touch it for fear of crushing it. It had been thirty feet, not much but he could feel his heart drumming a tempo into his chest, though it wasn't a symptom of his fatigue.
 
Woooosh! The wind that was split by Edmund. He was in such wonderful shape! Her cheeks became even more pink with both fatigue from chasing, and being attracted to the man who stopped the duck. Jemima squaked loudly, flapping her wings. What a surprise! The duck backed up and began to waddle to the right of him, but she was quickly blocked off. Lestelle continued to run. Her dress had a highneck that was buttoned up; but her breasts still jiggled behind the tight fabric. Soon enough she came to a stop and scooped up the duck.
“Jemima!” She said softly, but excitedly. Stroking the arms of the bird, she soothed it. Looking up to Edmund, she smiled, “Thank you so very much, Mr Blackwell…” Her teeth were such a nice white color, and so very straight! Her parents had been beautiful people. The curious thing about Lestelle is that she has no parents, known that is. She was left on the door step on a school for young women, and she was well taken in. She had been entrusted with a large sum of money that went towards paying for her education, but other that, she had no land. Lestelle was likely to not marry into wealth, but she was happy teaching the younger girls at the academy. Mostly children, telling them fasinating stories of the animals she cares for.
Blinking, her eyes opened up to him; her lashes fanning out. Her voice so sweet, “I promise to repay you for your kindness~”
 
He blocked the animal's path with minimal movement, his body slipping from one position to the next to keep it in once place and by the time its owner arrived he was beginning to move without a second thought. Stopping he looked to her. She knew his name, a slight panic raced through his mind as he looked to her. Should he know her? Did they meet before? Did he forget? His finger came up and he absentmindedly twirled the end of his hair about it as he looked to her. "Um...." He began slowly, he tilted his head, gathering his thoughts, the slight pink of his cheeks and the wind picking up caused his hair to billow making him look rather like the portrait of some young noble than a young noble. "It was no problem." He finally began, his voice slow and deep yet dulcet. "I..." He faltered slightly and played with the wording of the statement. "I'm looking for someone to live with me...." He said "In a position of course" he quickly added "A good position..." He continued now rubbing his head. "Its as a mistress or master of home, you seem to be rather quick and level headed, most people would have panicked at your situation...so...erm...are you interested?" He finished, his eyes never looked down but they glanced around quite a bit as though they wanted to. He looked straight at her, and his gaze for a moment became steely and direct as he awaited her reply.
 
Was she interested? He was offering her a job where she would not know hunger, and have a non-leaking roof over her head. What an advantage this was! Smiling, she gave her animal a little squeeze, "Oh please!" She may not be making her way up in the world, but atleast this was better than living in a shack. She'd have to bring Jemima though... Did he have any farm animals? She hoped he did... she did love animals; they inspired her writing! Mostly she wrote about Ms Puddle Duck here. "I shall run home, and fetch my things! Then I will be right over, Mr. Blackwell~" With her duck in hand, Lestelle ran off homebound; leaving a trail of her wonderful scent behind.
 
He stood and was unable to reply as he tilted his head as she accepted and took off suddenly. Looking to her as she ran off he thought on the duck then remembered he had to pay his farmhands. He made himself speak finally calling after her. "I'll wait for you by the main gate" He called after her before he looked about and turned. Quickly he set off and eventually he was jogging he had to get to the tavern then the general store to collect his family's money from the servants that ran them. He made his way from one to the next holding a large satchel now and headed to his estate. He stopped by the gate and looked them over briefly. "I need to hire some new guards." He said as he watched the two middle aged men slowly snoring in the booth.
 
She had rushed "home". Home really was just the girl's school... Over the years, she had been able to purchase things she wanted from her small salary she made, and the money she had in the mysterious bank account. Her gentle giant attached to the wagon, pulled on it. Seated in the back was Lestelle, with a crate filled with her possessions, and a singular suitcase. In her lap she held Jemima. Her dog, a boarder colie, ran beside faithfully. Barking and wagging its tail. She also had a rabbit that sat beside her, named Peter. Soon enough they came to a stop by the gate. Her dog, Kipp, hopped up onto the waggon, and stared at Edmund, knowing perfectly well about his blood.
Lestelle smiled, "Hello Mr. Blackwell!"
 
He looked to her wearily when he saw the numerous animals. "Erm...you can bring them to the stables and they can stay there, but not in the house...maybe the dog can." He said slowly before he turned and began to walk up the long path to the house. "Welcome to your new life miss?...I don't know your name." He said as he turned to her and looked her over. "Its....estelle right? Is that it?" He asked slowly running his fingers along his chin in thought.
 
“Lestelle Lovelock,”
She corrected and introduced herself. It was odd, she had known his name… yet, he didn’t know her. Well, maybe it was because of all the young women who gossiped about him. She watched him walk away, before directing her horse to join him down the path. She smiled sweetly,
“I am happy to be working for you, Mr Blackwell.”
Eventually, Lestelle found the stables, where her horse was able to be kept. Her rabbit and duck would be kept in a separate area, closer to the house; just to the side actually. There were chickens to be kept, and other ducks, and her rabbit could stay with a few others! Although, they were for eating. Heck, there was even a few cows. Her eyes sparkled as she saw all the creatures; she did love animals. Lestelle would spend every day with them if she could, but she had work to do… besides, the weather would cheer up and it would be perfect time for her to observe the creatures and write her stories. Humming, with Kipp at her heels, she walked into the large mansion; holding her suitcase in a hand. She called out, into the hardly lit rooms,
“Um… mr. Blackwell, where am I staying exactly?”
 
"Ah, I see, Lestelle, rather interesting derivation." He said stiffly before he nodded. He walked up to the house, he didn't bother to look at her or rather he avoided the dog, he wasn't too fond of dogs, and as such he'd have to take care of it. Making his way up to the house he explained to her the stables and the like were behind as he went inside and through to await her. Upon seeing her again he nodded. "Oh of course." He said before he walked into the house beckoning her to follow him. "Its right down the hall from mine." He added as he walked up a massive central stairway and headed to the right. Opening a door he showed a dark room. Walking into it he threw open the curtains to reveal that it was a massive twenty by thirty room with a tremendous canopy bed to one side, and various furniture. The columns of the bed were thick white marble and the wood of it a white oak, the bed had numerous pillows atop it but due to its sheer size they were dwarfed. Two large white oak armoires sat nearby the bed just beyond the night stand table as well as several dressers, all of them in solid white oak. On the other side of the room however there were Maple furnishings, a large armchair sat before an vast desk with several compartments and drawers. "This is it here." He said simply. "Not much I know."
 
When he threw open the curtains, Lestelle sheilded her eyes from the blinding light. Blinking, she lowered her arm and the room was revieled to her. It was so spacious! Lestelle was shocked, really; Never did she dream of such a room! Slowly touring it, she ran her fingers along the furniture. Such wealth was unknown to her... and it made her nervous. Since when did a servent get such lavished living arrangements? These burrows could never be filled with dresses, and the dressers would always be nearly empty... The bed was much to large for herself to sleep in alone at night. Looking to him, with a confused look, she gave a faint smile,
"Thank you, Mr. Blackwell, but you are much too kind! I do not need so much space... It may be hard for you to know how we simpletons think, but I assure you that more humbol accomodations would be very much accepted."
 
He looked at the tapestries on the walls and noted one in particular that had a slight bit of wear on it as she stared about impressed by the room. He pondered on what would have caused wear in just that one spot before she began to speak. "Oh yeas." He said to her slowly before he walked over to the desk and pulled out a small sack. Placing it on the desk he opened the bag and slowly tilted out its contents. "Ten ducats a week." He said motioning to the gold coins that spilled out. "That is your pay, you'll be in charge of hiring and monitoring personnel and the groundskeeping." He said. "Also staff in general outside of payroll." He said as he looked about. "This is humble...you're the head of the house beneath me, but the other bedrooms need to be tidied." He said to her slowly.
 
"Y-yes sir,"
She nodded, holding her hands infront of her. His directness was so very arrousing; no wonder the girls gossiped about it! And he was expectionally genrous. 10 whole ducats a week? If she saved, she could fill the wardrobes twice over with dresses! But, she would have no use for such things. Kipp seated beside her. The brown eyes looked to him, knowingly. When they say dog is man's best friend, it really is true. But in Lestelle's case, it is even more so. She has had this old dog since she was a small child.
Smiling she asked,
"And what about dinner arrangements? Do you want me to cook until I can hier a chef?"
 
He saw the slight change and could smell it too. His lips curled upward slightly in a somewhat feral grin, no, he had ten days he could wait. Picking up a ledger from the desk he held it at waist level hiding his growing erection behind it as he smiled to her. "Yes, I expect you to buy a new wardrobe in any case, those clothes are unfit for one in your position. I also expect for you to buy proper sleeping attire as well, I'd rather you go naked than wear those rags in this house dear, you're a woman of substance now." He said slowly to her before he nodded "Cooking,...I've been ordering out, but yes a home cooked meal would be...lovely." He added cooly before he put the ledger down while quickly turning on his heels. "that is your ledger, I will check it weekly for a record of your expenses."
 
For ten days, he'd seduce her, lure her into his trap... then, with a quick few thrusts, toss out her lifeless body. Her eyes took a bit of a pang. She looked down to her garments. So her dresses couvered up to her neck, and hid her shoes... She had put plenty of time and effort into making them! And she had styled them after the latest fashions. She squeezed her hands, so it really was impossible for a lower class woman to marry up in life? She took the verbal critique, and listened very intently. She inhailed before asking, "As you wish. Any specific style of dress you prefer? I do not have very good taste in fashion..."
 
"I never said it was your sense of fashion, I said it was your clothing, make new ones for all I care, but you will use proper material." He said as he ran a finger along the lace of her neckline. "This is frilling" He said before his hand slid down and ran over the cuffs to her dress. "These are slowly unraveling." He said before his finger moved down to touch a button. "this button has been reattached." He said his hand briefly stroking clothing as he continued pointing out small details. "You, represent me, and as such I expect you to reflect that." He said to her before he realized he was not covering his swollen member. His hands moved down as though standing easily before he turned once more hoping she hadn't seen it, though even with his hands he couldn't hide all of the bulge.
 
How sinfully smooth her skin was beneith his finger. His rough hand had caused her to blush some. But the tension which had built in that moment of his hand running along the neckline of her clothing, was released when he pointed out the flaws in her outfit. But once he poked the button, the flesh beneith it was so soft and maluable! Her clothing was tight and hid the contures that god had given her. She stared down to her hands, thinking on what he said. Her eyes breifly, for a second, caught a glimpse of his errection. She blushed even more, looking away. She nodded, "Yes sir, I will leave shortly to town. Do you wish to accompany me?"
 
"Yes, you're obviously unfamiliar with the workings of such. Soon after they were in a carriage he had sent a man down to fetch. One of his guards sat driving it with two deep black stallions before it pulling the iron and wood carriage. It was a simple yet elegant design of spiraling metal and deep oak wood. Leaning back on the seat he kept a book on his lap even in the darkened compartment. He watched her before he spoke. "what are your measurements?" He simply asked her, it was an even toned question, as simple as asking what color the sky was, as if there were no connotations behind what he had said. He didn't even look to her as she said it, his eyes were now fixed upon the woods outside of the carriage.
 
Lestelle was hurt by his comment. It wasn't very nice of him to pick her apart! But, he was his employee. Sighing, she followed him to the charriot. Soon enough, he had her seated across from him. Her hands laid primly on her lap. Looking over, she blushed to hear his question; but his body language said something else. She sighed softly, "T-thirty-four, twenty-three, thirty... thirty six." She was larger in the hips than regular women. They rode onwards, and she too looked out the window. Why had he gotten arroused before?

The world around them began to slow as they came to a hault. They were in town, so soon? The foot man assisted the two out of the compartment. Lestelle and Edmund headed into the dress shop, where a stout old woman sat, creating a new dress. She looked up as the door chimed, "Good afternoon, can I help you two?"
 
"Mmmm wide hips, your husband will be a lucky man, a woman such as yourself usually has an easier time during childbirth, and recovers easier." He said nonchalantly as he continued to look out the window. They had passed through town and now they were at their destination. Stepping out he looked around and ran his fingers through his hair. "Ah, Almia, its good to see you looking lovely as ever." He said with a slight bow to the old woman. "I need some cloth, preferably some imported Italian and Persian cloths, as well as a few dresses made, and...maybe a few uniforms." He said before he turned. "Lestelle step forward and strip down so Almia can measure you." He said without hesitation, or even particular though to how and what he had said.
 
The comment stuck in her mind; atleast she could make some man happy. Lestelle looked to him, completely horrified. But, if this is what the job entailed... She blushed gingerly, stepping forward. Her hips having that natural role to them. She quietly stated, "Yes, sir," It was if he had bought her as a personal servant! Not the head of house hold. The woman, Almira, took a long drag on her cigarette before snuffing it out. She wrote down the order he had asked for, nodding along, "Yes darling, what ever you want." Almira had a thick Russian accent. Hopping down from her stood, she grabbed her measuring tape. She inspected Lestelle, before commenting to Edmund, "You have yourself a fine companion... Mr. Edmund, slim figure, but built strong. Very wise!" Looking up to Lestelle, she gave her a slight smack on the thigh, "Now get dressed! I am not waiting all day, I have lots of orders to do."
"Y-yes madame!"
Lestelle's hands shook nervously as she undid her dressing. The sounds of the fabric rustling was heared before their was a dead silence. There she stood in a sleek ivory slip. The woman looked it over, "This is not very flattering at all. I find you new slip... remove it."
Lestelle blushed even more, and the cotton fabric fell to the floor. There she stood for all to view. Her hands trying hard to cover her body; why were the two of them being so comfortable?
 
He looked her over, he pondered on why he hadn't noticed how gorgeous she was before, how voluptuous. His member now throbbed, he could feel it, he had detached himself from the moment to make commands but now that he saw her he could feel his member attempting to escape his trousers. Immediately he turned around facing away from her. "Almia I need her in something that is befitting of my family, but I also need you to tutor her in the making and repair of clothing." He said simply his voice unwavering but as he spoke he wondered on if he could make it back to the house without her noticing his still slowly growing problem.
 
Oh yes! Those perky breasts, smooth stomach... And he could easily remember her peachy thighs and nice round rump. Her body was just so juicey~ Hark! What was that in her hair? Her ear was somewhat, pointed. She blushed more, sensing the hormones he released by his growing hard on. Soon Almira returned. She looked the girl's naked form, "Hm..." Walking over to him, she spun him around easily, "Well... look at her and tell me how she should be presented. What is she to you any way? Did you want a high-necked dress, or the popular embress stlyed... Most young women wear them; it is very popular."
Lestelle turned to face them. Yes, how to present her... She was the head of his house, but she had so much that needed to be taught to her... It was almost like she was his ward! Her hands came down, and she became more comfortable. Her cheeks that rosey color as she fiddled with her fingers. They were so ambidextourous for having previous sewing experience.
 
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He turned around to face her. He tried to act as though his hardon wasn't throbbing obviously as he looked her over. His eyes became steely after a few minutes. "I want a variety, I want one high necked, tight collar about the throat but opening to a tear drop over her magnificent cleavage. I want another with a plunging neckline for evening wear, nothing where it might slide off or offer some other noble a peek." He said slowly before he walked around her. His hand came up to cup her backside and his fingers stroked slowly over the smooth flesh in a cursory inspection. "I want something that hugs her curves as well, they are ample, they should be seen, even if its just by me, make something that accentuates them." He said to her with a smile before he walked back around. "Hhmmm she can sleep naked, bed clothes would not do this body justice." He said before pondering. "Wait no, a short night gown." He continued. "anything you wish to add Lestelle?"
 
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