WILD PLEASURE {short erotic stories} Chapter 106: The Haunted Fuck House (10)

If only they were alive today - that’s what I kept thinking as I read their journal. The book was filled with bits and pieces of their daily lives along with the unexpected meeting of the young man that had changed their life. Feeling compelled to learn more of what happened; I continued on, needing to know what had led to the precipice of their murder. I had to finish the book before I could fulfill my promise to have their earthly remains placed in consecrated ground.

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“August 15 – Father wants to have a dinner party for a few of his select clients. Last night he gave us the invitation list for the cards to be sent. We were thrilled to discover that the new apprentice is included on the list. While we have not seen him since that fateful day a huge bouquet of flowers were delivered to the house, but they came without a card. Sister and I looked up the meaning of the arrangement of pink and white roses with Maidenhair Fern in our volume of ‘The Language of Flowers.’ Our hearts were filled with hope at the knowledge of his secret love for both of us. We cannot wait to see him again.”

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“August 20 – The arrangements have been made and tomorrow night we shall see him again. Father has reviewed the selection of wines and foods and even studied the seating arrangements at the table. He questioned our placement of the new apprentice and moved him from between us to the opposite end of the table. Serena fears we have raised his suspicions.”

“August 21 – Dinner was a complete and utter disaster! There is no other way for me to possible describe what transpired. When the hour finally arrived, the business clients attended as expected. Dinner was served by the hired wait staff for the occasion. The conversation was congenial and while current events were discussed, there was no mention of business at the table. While our gaze ventured to the young man who we longed to see, we did carry on conversations with the other men present. It was apparent to both Serena and I however, that the business associates could not keep their eyes off the pair of us. The men who sat at the table were close to the same age as our father but seemed to consider us fair game. We were dressed stylishly yet modest in appearance but found the continual staring uncomfortable. I venture to say that it appeared as if they were sizing us up like horses at the market. Father’s apprentice sat at the opposite end of the

table, he seemed just as aware of their strange behavior as we were, and fought to keep his face expressionless.

When dinner was finished, they retired to the study for cigars and after dinner drinks. We could hear loud discussions but could not discern what was being discussed. My sister and I were left to direct the staff to clear the dishes and the work was performed with such haste that before much time had passed the dining room was restored as well as the kitchen to their original order.

Upon the return of the men from their cigars and after dinner drinks, we were called upon to play the piano and entertain with musical selections. It wasn’t until the guests had finally left for the evening that we were informed that father was entering into an agreement to expand his business and that we were being offered as wives to seal the bargain. Shocked into silence we stared at him and then each other. He advised us that since each of the men were suitable for business partners as far as he was concerned, he would allow us the choice of which man we would marry. He instructed us to retire for the night and make our decision. Hastily leaving the room, we kept our silence afraid of what we might say in haste. Our discussions ran long into the night and only when exhausted did we fall into a troubled sleep.

Morning has come, and as I write of last night’s events in this journal I now know that we will have to do something, but what?”

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The strain of keeping my eyes open to read more of the journal was too much for me. I was exhausted from the long day and lay half-asleep with my arms clutching the book to me. Moving it under my pillow for safekeeping, I had to remind myself that the events occurred over seventy years ago, and trying to stay awake to finish the entries would not solve anything but my own questions of what had happened. I will have to continue tomorrow, now I must rest.