Angelique by Carl Leckey

kind of treatment he has. She didn’t tell me all the details but I know she dresses as a nurse and he likes feedin bottles, nappies and all kinds of baby stuff.”
    “So she did tell you all eh?” I retort with a knowing smile.
    “No she didn’t, we all likes to keep our little secrets. Even best pals don’t tell all. I know about him cos I saw them in her basket when she was meeting him.” She explains confidentially. “Me and Judy are good pals and tell each other lots of other things especially if we have had a really bad client.
    We warn each other to give them sods a miss. I’ve had a few black eyes I can tell you before I got to recognise the bad buggers.”
    I enquire “I take it Judy is on the game as well as you Hilda?”
    She reveals. “I’ve known Judy forever, we was even at school together. She is a real pro, her Mum was on the game and her Granny was as well they taught her all the tricks of the trade so to speak. Judy is a kind of specialist she just deals with an elite clientele. She bought the list off one of the girls a few months ago. Pretty Polly was her name she hooked a rich fella and married him.”
    It goes through my mind how or why had she acquired that name, in the light of what Hilda revealed about the nick names the mind boggles.
    Hilda continues. “The lucky bugger Polly lives the good life in Southport I hear. Judy don’t pick fella’s up in pubs they find her in her little flower shop.” I recall the flower shop in France that was the cover for the Officers brothel it seems flower shops are a universal cover for the oldest trade. I remark admiringly “It seems there is more to the life you girls lead than I ever dreamed?” She replies proudly. “We likes to keep most of our tricks of the trade to ourselves in case our regular gets poached by other girls understand?”
    I nod understandingly, she continues. “My Mum would turn in her grave if she knew what he was up to, the Vicar I means. My Mum was a regular church goer you know? So was I until I er, we’ll say no more about that shall we?” Hilda leans back with a dreamy smile on her face and says. “Although I must admit I could do with more of his likes as my regular, he don’t want the usual diddling you see. One of the rooms in there is full of all kinds of different clothes, uniforms and odds and sods. I just dresses up as a School Mistress and I gives him a jolly good spankin on his bare arse, and I tells him off for being a naughty boy.
    It only takes about an hour and he pays me so well I can have the rest of the day off. I wish he wanted more punishin more often then I could do without some of the other clients I has to serve. Some of the buggers are weirder than him I can tell you. The treacle freak is the messiest but the very best payer, but he only does it on his birthday his Mother’s birthday and his dads. Oh I near forgot and the King and Queens two birthdays.” She adds another snippet. “For some reason he has to have golden syrup on that day.”
    I shudder to think what those meetings entail. I smile to myself thinking about the episode in the brothel in France when I was still in the army and the strange depravities of that horrible officer. Hilda confesses more details in a whisper. “When I gives him a good spankin I thinks of how the teachers used to cane me when I was at school.
    I really lay’s it on him. His big fat arse fairly glows like a cocky watchman’s brazier in winter when I spank’s him real hard like. The first time I did it I wasn’t severe enough, but now he really gets a good walloping I can tell you. I’ll tell you this though? He gets his bloomin monies worth out of Hilda. By Jove, he does. I am fairly out of breath when I have done him”
    She hesitates as if reluctant to confess further details. Hilda takes another delicate sip of her drink before revealing. “This was only after I found out he was the head master of that posh school in Rock Ferry that I really laid