6 comments/ 10326 views/ 2 favorites Spies & The Theatre Mix Pt. 01 By: Miss_Amber The Lord and The Kitty The gas lights lit the stage in a warm yellow glow as she took her curtsey for the cheering audience. Spinning the pale blue silk parasol over her shoulder, she daintily picked up the matching blue silk skirts of her gown and left the stage, waving a gloved hand to the men who were clammering in the audience for more. Exchanging a brief word with the stage manager, she paused in the dark wings listening to the audience calling for an encore. Casting a quick smile to the stage hand beside her, she tugged her gloves straight, furled the parasol meticulously then walked out onto the stage as if it were a mere afternoon stroll in the park. Standing daintily in the spot light, she smiled out over the darkness of the audience and waited for silence. When she was sure the theatre was still, she began to sing, her mind wandering as her experience took her through the song for the thousandth time. Looking up at the boxes, she caught sight of a solitary male in the one nearest the stage, his dark hair swept back from his high forehead. He was scanning the audience casually, an unheard of activity during her performance. Blowing a kiss to the band leader below the stage, she threw a wave to the audience as she left the stage for the last time that evening. Even she had her limits. Walking into the care of her maid, she was ushered past the well-wishers who had infested the backstage area, many of them thrusting flowers and cards upon her. Smiling and thanking them graciously, she handed them to the nearest stagehand with orders to send the flowers to the nearest hospice, and then dumped all of the cards into a bin. "Marie, leave me be," she complained as her maid sat her at the dressing table and began to remove the pins from her hair. "And have you leave here looking like a ruffian?" Marie asked as she ignored the mild rebuke. "I do not think so Miss Kitty." "I am perfectly able to care for my own hair and dress," Miss Kitty said in warning, her eyes narrowing at her maid's reflection. "You are to go outside and clear away all of those tiresome men, and then I want you to go home to your sister. Her time is close." Marie pursed her lips at her mistress's expression, then shrugged her resignation. "At least allow me to see to your hair before I go." "Oh very well," Miss Kitty said with ill grace. "But I would prefer it if you went to your sister." Removing the pins, Marie quickly brushed the silky blonde strands then tied them back with a scarlet silk ribbon. Picking up her bonnet and jacket, she looked at her mistress as she walked around the opulent dressing room, removing her jacket and skirt and picking up the silk robe. "You will be alright miss?" "Yes Marie!" Kitty said with a quick smile. "Go to your sister." Ushering the maid to the door, Kitty pushed her out and slammed the door closed on her admirers with a roll of the eyes. At least the stage hands would clear them off soon. Returning to her preparations, Kitty sat at the dressing table then raised her heeled foot up to the edge of it. Sliding back the silk robe, she ran her hands up her leg, smoothing out the silk stockings and retying the scarlet garter. She didn't turn her head as the door opened and closed gently. "Marie, I said to go home." "I believe she has," a smooth male voice said. "I am looking for Miss Kitty?" She looked him up and down, over the expensively cut jacket, the silk stock and the single diamond pin in the crisp linen folds. "Who are you?" she asked calmly, her hands resting on her exposed thigh. "Lord Drogoh," he answered as he glanced over the room, the silk clothes lying over chairs and the expensive furniture dotted around. "You are Miss Kitty?" "I am," she said with a quick nod of the head. Lowering her foot to the carpeted floor, she arranged the robe to cover herself and waved to the door. "You may now leave." "Not until I have completed my business," he said. Lifting aside a sheer silk negligee, he examined it between his gloved fingers then sat on a chair and watched her with piercingly dark eyes. "Miss Kitty, I am looking for a man by the name of James Roberts." "Many people are looking for Jimmy, my Lord," Kitty said with a charming smile. "And for some reason they always seem to think I know where he is." "Maybe because he is your ex lover?" Lord Drogoh asked with a quick smile. Catching her breath at the smile, Kitty sat up straight and treated him to a penetrating stare. "We were lovers for a very short time several years ago," she informed him in a low voice. "That is past history and I have not talked to Jimmy for some time. In fact the last time we did exchange words I also threw a knife at him. Unfortunately I failed to hit my target. So why are you here?" Lord Drogoh sat back and shrugged elegantly. "I was informed Mister Roberts would be here tonight. I have some business I wish to discuss with him." "Then good luck to you," Kitty said as she turned back to the dressing table. "I have seen neither hide nor hair of the cad. Good bye my Lord." "I think I shall remain where I am," Drogoh said as he settled himself into the chair. "Please carry on Miss Kitty, and I shall wait for Master Roberts to appear." Staring at his reflection, Kitty's mouth thinned in annoyance. Picking up the rouge pot, she carefully applied some to her lips to highlight them, then picked up the powder pot. The insufferable man was watching her from hooded eyes, his body perfectly still as only his eyes followed her movements. Well she maybe forced to endure his presence, but she was going to make him as uncomfortable as possible. Easing the silk robe from her shoulders, she carefully dabbed the powder across her smooth pale skin, the cotton puff moving down to the swell of her breasts as they were pushed up high. Letting the robe slip lower, she uncovered the cerise pink of her corset to his eyes. Leaning forward on the pretext of checking her lips in the mirror, she gave him an uninterrupted view of her breasts and the way the corset pushed them higher and rounder. Powdering them gently, she glanced at his reflection. His deep brown eyes were holding her's, a small quirk of the mouth betraying his amusement. "Do you treat all guests to such a display?" Lord Drogoh asked calmly. "That depends entirely," Kitty answered with a shrug, pleased by the way the corset moved and thrust her breasts up for a moment. "Do you always intrude upon other peoples privacy?" "That depends," he echoed. Looking up at a rap on the door, he glanced at her frown and got to his feet. "Are you expecting someone?" he asked as he picked up his beaver hat and settled it over his dark hair. Shaking her head, Kitty hitched up her robe and turned to the door. Glancing at Drogoh as he stepped back into a shadowed corner, she rolled her eyes. "Come in!" The door swung open gently and for a moment Kitty thought no-one was there, then a heavily coated figure slipped in and shut the door behind it. Opening her mouth to question the intruder, she frowned as a hat was removed to reveal a shock of red hair. "Jimmy!" "Hello Kitty," the man said as he unwound his muffler and unbuttoned his coat. "Long time." "You utter bastard!" she growled. Snatching up a crystal ornament from the dressing table, she flung it at his head as she rose. "How dare you show your face around here again!" Catching her tightly to him, Jimmy laughed as she tried to claw his face. "Calm down woman, it was only a necklace." "It was my necklace, you thieving little bastard," she growled as she struggled to free herself. "Get your filthy hands off me!" "You never used to say that," Jimmy answered in a warning growl. "Shut up woman, I want a word with you." "I don't want to speak to you!" "Tough shit." Throwing her down on the chaise longue, he stared at her length of leg as the robe slipped away. "Damn but you're attractive." "Touch me and I'll claw your face off." "Aye, you would too." Sitting down, his back was to Drogoh as he stood quietly in the corner. "Listen to me, I'm meeting a gentleman here in 5 minutes. Name of Jenkins. I have business to do with him, and he'll only do business if he gets to meet you. Play nicely and there'll be money in it." "What kind of business?" "None of your damned business," Jimmy said mildly. "Just play the haughty bitch for him, you're good at that." "And if I won't?" "Then you'll feel my fist." "Son of a bitch." "Been said before." Leaning back, Jimmy let an eye rove over her. "Maybe I'll get a fuck before I leave." "Touch me and I'll scream." "The boys are too busy dealing with all the young whelps outside," Jimmy said with a chuckle. "Just you and me love." "And me," Drogoh said in a low voice. Coming up in a fighters stance, Jimmy had a knife out of his pocket and launched at Drogoh before he or Kitty could react. Going down in a heap of tangled silk and gowns the two men fought for the knife. Watching for a moment, Kitty picked up the cudgel from the corner nearest to her and waited for her chance. Bringing it down hard across Jimmy's shoulders, she swung it again and caught him in the stomach as he turned to deal with her. Coming up on his knees, Drogoh grabbed the stricken man by the neck and forced him face down to the floor. Pulling his hands around to his back, he held out a free hand to Kitty. "Something to tie him," he ordered sharply. Almost instantly a sash was laid across his palm. Looping it deftly around Jimmy's wrists, he leaned back and then looked up at Kitty stood by them. Her robe hung loose, exposing her fully to his gaze. The cerise corset merely accentuated what nature had already given her, her breasts moving heavily as she breathed deeply. Her legs were clad in pale white silk stockings, a scarlet garter on each leg holding them in place. Matching French silk knickers covered her most intimate area, and he could see a damp patch there. The pale blue high button boots she had worn for her performance were still on her feet, an incongruous sight in the outfit. "Have you seen everything my lord?" she asked sweetly, the cudgel swinging gently at her side. "And rather impressive it is too," he said with a disarming smile. "Thank you." "For the letching?" she asked with a raised brow. "For the help," he said with a nod to the groaning Jimmy. "Is there somewhere I can leave him for a few minutes?" "Shove him in the water closet next door," she said with a sniff. Dragging Jimmy out of the door, Drogoh pushed him into the cubby hole and slammed the door closed. Returning to the dressing room, he found the owner trying to retrieve all of her clothes from the floor. "Will you look at this! Totally ruined," she despaired as she held up a sheer silk negligee. "Quite," he said quietly. The blood still pumping through his veins from the fight was now coursing its way to another destination. "Quite ruined. I apologise for your loss, if you will send me a bill I shall be quite happy to reimburse you." "And just what is going on?" Kitty asked as she turned on him, her fists bunched on her hips as the robe swung open again. "What do you mean by brawling in my dressing room?" "Ah yes, that," Drogoh said as he checked his pocket watch. "I believe that a Mister Jenkins will be here any moment now." They both looked around at the quiet knock on the door. "Come," Kitty said wearily. A little man entered, a neat little hat on his otherwise bald head, a huge moustache hiding most of the visible face and a plain brown coat. "Excuse me," he said, his eyes scanning over Kitty hungrily. "But I'm looking for a Mister Roberts." "That's me," Drogoh said as he stepped forward smoothly. "Mr Jenkins?" "Yes," the man said, vaguely shaking hands as his eyes stayed glued to Kitty and her exposed body. "Quite." Throwing Drogoh a filthy look, Kitty sat down on the chaise longue and patted the seat beside her. "Come sit with me Mr. Jenkins," she purred, a cold look in her eyes. "Jimmy, perhaps you could pour us all a glass of brandy?" she asked as she nodded to the cabinet behind him. "Of course," Drogoh replied, laughter making his eyes sparkle. "Now then Mr Jenkins, I understand you have some rather tiresome business to transact with Jimmy. Perhaps you could deal with that first then we can talk." "Of course, Miss Kitty," Jenkins agreed readily, his eyes wide and his upper lip moist. Pulling some folded papers from his coat pocket, he held them out to her. "If you would do the honours?" Taking them daintily, she treated him to a dazzling smile then handed the papers straight to Drogoh as he brought across three glasses. Handing Jenkins his glass, he took the papers, glanced over them and nodded to her. Knocking back the brandy, Kitty smiled at Jenkins as he downed his own wine. "Jimmy has told me you have seen some of my shows," she said sweetly, forcing herself to touch his hand. "Oh yes," he breathed, his eyes filled with excitement. "Such a wonderful voice." "Why thank you," she sad with a genuine blush. "It is very kind of you to say such a thing." "Isn't it?" Drogoh asked dryly as he stared at his watch. "Yes, that's quite enough I think. Mr Jenkins, you are under arrest for the theft of papers of His Majesty's government. I am sure the Peelers outside will give it the correct wording and charges." Looking between them, Jenkins jumped to his feet with his mouth opening on a rebuke, then his eyes closed, the glass slipped from his fingers and he sank to the floor. "Wonderful stuff, sleeping drug," Drogoh said as he took the man by the back of his coat and dragged him to the door. Opening it, he threw the unconscious man out then shut and locked the door. "I must thank you again Kitty for your help." Holding up her hand, she looked at the floor for a moment, then looked up again, her dark blue eyes holding his. "One question my lord, and a truthful answer if you please." "If I can," he agreed. "What did he steal?" "New war ship designs," Drogoh said after a moment. "The French are very interested in them. They hired Jimmy and Jenkins to steal them. I got wind of it and got ahead of them." "And what are you?" "I thought this was one question?" "This is my dressing room." "Quite." Sitting on the chaise longue, he stretched out his legs and looked up at her stood over him. "I am a very special policeman, Kitty. I suppose you could say I am almost a spy." "How very interesting," she said coolly. "And the brawl in my wardrobe?" "Was rather gratifying," he said with another smile. "And it seems you found it gratifying too. You are wet." "What of it?" she asked as her eyebrows went up in surprise. "Are you not going to do anything about it?" "Do you think I should?" she asked innocently. "Oh quite definitely." Smiling for a moment, Miss Kitty reached down and slipped her fingers inside of her French knickers, the silk moulding to her hand and showing him in full detail precisely how she worked her fingers inside her hot centre, the way they stroked and circled her sensitive little nub. Looking up, he was pleased to see her eyes closed as she enjoyed the sensations she was creating in herself. Sitting forward on the chaise longue, he ran his fingers up her legs and paused, waiting for the rebuttal that did not come. Leaning forward, he placed a kiss to the curve of her breast as his fingers found the edge of her knickers, then he was slowly teasing the silk down her thighs and over the garters. Casting them aside, he leaned back to watch her slim fingers working in her wet heat, the musky scent of her filling his head and making him dizzy. "Are you not going to show me?" she asked in almost a purr, her legs opening slowly to give herself better access to her heat. "Show you?" Tossing aside her robe, Kitty leaned down and placed her hand over his crotch where his hard length was visible. "Show me," she purred. "Aah," he breathed. Unbuttoning his trousers, he eased them aside and then released his hard shaft, the blood pumping through him making it grow bigger and harder as it came free. Going down on her knees, Kitty leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss to the head, her breasts heaving over the top of the corset as she leaned forward. Taking him slowly into her mouth, she slid her tongue up and down him as she stole her hand inside of his trousers and stroked him there. "Dear God," he breathed. "Yes!" Reaching out for her, he gripped her tightly by the waist and lifted her up onto his lap. Kissing and licking the curve of her breasts, he laughed as she wriggled herself until her nipples became visible over the constraining material. Taking them into his mouth, he bit gently and was rewarded by a low moan from her. Moulding and stroking her backside as she wriggled up against him, he licked and sucked her nipples repeatedly. "Kiss me," she breathed, her soft hands cupping his face as she tilted his head up. Catching his lips under her's she pressed down on him, her tongue swirling into his mouth as she coaxed him forth. Pulling her tightly to his hard body, Drogoh gripped her tight and took in such a hot kiss it left them both breathless as they broke apart. "Kitty?" "Fuck me," she said softly, her pussy rubbing against his shaft. "Ride me," he answered instantly. Raising herself, she took him in her hand and placed him to her wetness, smiling down at him, she slowly descended, taking him inside her hot body an inch at a time until he was gasping. Fitting herself to him, Kitty slid her hands over his shoulders and nuzzled into his throat. "Kitty please," Drogoh whispered into her ear, his hands gripping her waist tightly. Moving her hips gently, she slid her hot wet pussy over his length, slowly at first, driving them both to the brink with her teasing. As he growled and kissed her hard, she moved faster, driving him deeper into her body. Tilting her head back, she let her hair fall free of the ribbon and cascade down over her shoulders as she gave herself to the ride, her body moving instinctively on his as he gripped her hard, pulling her down onto his length after each rise. Moving down on him in short sharp jabs, she gasped as his fingers burrowed into her heat and pressed down on her nub, the wave of pleasure it sent through her tipping her over the edge and into an orgasm. Convulsing silently around him, she dug her nails into the shoulders of his jacket and held on as she rode him as hard as she could, drawing out every last drop of sensation from him. Thrusting his hips up into her shivering body, Drogoh caught her nipple between his lips and sucked on it hard as his own orgasm broke, his yells of pleasure muffled as he pressed his face against her breast. Catching her tightly to his body, he relaxed in to her warm embrace as they collapsed onto the chaise, their bodies entwined and heaving with the enormity of their release. "My lord," she muttered into his shoulder. "Hmm?" "You owe me for a lot of ruined silk lingerie." Spies & The Theatre Mix Pt. 02 The Emerald Adventure Three long months had passed since he had been in her life. Each had agreed it was for the best if he left her; he was authority, she was a showgirl. And now he was back in the box overlooking the stage, his deep brown eyes following her every move through her new performance. She was acutely aware of his eyes on the length of calf she was showing in her performance gown, the striped cotton displaying her as a lady at the seaside as she and her performance partner sang and danced for the rapt audience. Three months with no word, and now he was here. Quickly leaving the stage, she squeezed through the crush of dancers lining up to go on and slid into her dressing room before anyone could catch her. Standing still as her maid fussed around removing the costume, she donned a skirt and jacket in a deep royal blue. Sitting at the dressing table as the maid styled her hair and applied a hat, she slid in the diamond earrings an admirer had given her and glanced at the doors reflection at the sharp rap on the wood. "Answer that please, Marie," she said in a low voice. Opening the door, the maid looked up at the tall gentleman on the other side with a look of annoyance. "Miss Kitty ain't seeing no-one," she stated sharply. "Clear off." "Please tell Miss Kitty that Lord Drogoh would like a quiet word with her," the man said as he studiously ignored the rebuke. "It's alright Marie, let him in," Miss Kitty said as she leaned forward to check her complexion. "Good evening my lord. It has been some time." "Quite," he agreed as he stepped past the angry maid and sat on the chaise longue. Catching her eye in the mirror, he quirked a smile of remembrance at her. "You are well?" "The best of health," Miss Kitty answered as her maid fussed putting away that nights costume. "How may I help you?" "Do you have a ball gown?" Lord Drogoh asked innocently. "Of course," Miss Kitty answered with a raised brow. "But I am unsure it would suit you my lord." Smiling at that, he replaced his high crowned hat over his dark hair and got to his feet. "I am in need of an intelligent partner for a ball tomorrow night," he explained as he pulled his gloves tight. "Shall I collect you from your house at, say, ten tomorrow night?" "The venue of this ball my lord?" she asked quietly, her gaze holding his. "Cavendish House," he said, and the maid dropped the pile of clothes she had been holding. Contemplating his gaze, Miss Kitty saw the twinkle of amusement and the challenge. "Collect me at ten-thirty my lord," she said with a dismissive wave of the hand. "I do so hate being rushed." Descending the steps of her townhouse, Miss Kitty raised the hood of her warm velvet cloak and took the hand of the elegantly dressed man waiting for her. Stepping up into the well appointed carriage, she sat opposite him as he slammed the door closed and rapped on the roof with his cane. "Now an explanation sir," she said quietly as she watched him by the light of the interior lamp. "What do you want?" "Help, Kitty," Lord Drogoh said as he glanced out at the late night London streets. Pulling down the blinds, he lounged across from her. "You have heard of the Cavendish emeralds?" "Who hasn't?" she asked with a slow smile. "Precisely," he sighed. "They will be stolen this evening." "Will this require you to brawl in my wardrobe again, my lord?" she asked innocently. Watching her for several long seconds, Drogoh reached across, grabbed her wrist and pulled her over onto his lap. Kissing her deeply, his hands stole inside of her cloak and wrapped around her cinched in waist. Crushing her silk gown under his gloved fingers, he moaned as she caught his tongue between her teeth and tugged gently. Breaking apart, they stilled with their foreheads resting together and breathed heavily. "Damn this is going to be a long night," Drogoh said softly. "It is," Miss Kitty agreed. Sliding off his lap, she resumed her seat opposite and raised a blind to look outside. "Do you have any details of when the emeralds will be stolen?" "Only while the ball is in progress," Drogoh said as he watched her through hooded eyes. "We have our suspicions of those involved, but no proof." "So why am I here my lord?" Kitty asked with a disarming smile. "I am a well known personality, even amongst the Ton." "I am well aware of that, Kitty," he said softly. "That is why I want you there. You are a performer, so perform. I want you to hold everyone's attraction." "Ah, I begin to see," she said quietly. "I am your diversion." "Quite," he said again. Glancing out of the carriage, he gathered up his cane and hat and sat forward. "Raise your hood if you please. I want this to be a surprise." "Are you sure you were not born on the stage, my lord?" Kitty asked as she raised the hood, throwing her pale face into deep shadow. "This is rather melodramatic." "All for a purpose," he said with a quick grimace. Stepping down, he turned and took her hand in his as she descended to the ground. Holding her hand for a second longer, he savoured the warmth in his then let go. Offering his arm, he nodded as she acted the perfect lady and led her up the steps and into the brightly lit entrance hall of a grand house. Standing close to his side, her hip touched his for a moment, a jolt of energy passing between them. Gasping softly, she opened up the space and waited in line with the other guests. Looking up at the footman before them, she listened to Drogoh hand over his invitation and dismiss her as his guest. Smiling coolly, she took his arm as he led her towards the door to the ballroom, maids either side taking coats and cloaks. "You are entirely sure of this?" she whispered hoarsely as she scanned the ladies and gentlemen around them. "Of course," he said in a sure tone. "If you feel you are not up to it..." "Quite," she said coldly. Unclasping her cloak, she removed it carefully and handed it over to the waiting maid. Looking into the young woman's eyes, she saw them widen in recognition and sighed. This was going to be a long evening. Taking Drogoh's offered arm, she turned to face the ballroom and ignored the excited whispers at her back. "You are going to owe me for this Drogoh," she said through gritted teeth as she forced a smile for the querying gazes of the lords and ladies. Around the crowd she could see the light of recognition in many male eyes and heads turning to impart the latest piece of gossip to an unknowing neighbour. "New lingerie?" he teased softly as he led her to the dance floor and out onto it as a waltz struck up. "Bastard," she breathed through her smile. Raising her chin in a haughty pose, she allowed him to guide her through the dance, refusing to betray her body's reaction to his proximity. "I want you to make yourself centre of attention," he said quietly, the music and movement covering their conversation. "And how precisely should I do that?" she asked. "Should I perform a strip in the centre of the floor?" "As fascinating as that would be, it would get us both ostracised from Society." "I am not part of Society," she reminded him. "I am already attracting enough attention." "Then I am sure you will think of something." "And what do you intend to do?" she asked through a scowl. "I am off to find the emeralds at the same time as the thief." "How convenient," Kitty hissed as the music came to a halt. Resting her hand on his arm, she strolled over to the refreshment tables and selected a glass of fruit juice. "Oh Lord, there is Lord Oliver." "You know the letch?" "Unfortunately," she whispered as she plastered on her falsest smile. "Lord Oliver, what a delightful surprise." "Not half as much as finding you here," the older man said loudly, making Drogoh wince at the unveiled insult. "Are you here as entertainment?" "Miss Kitty is my guest," Drogoh said icily. Glancing over the taller man, Oliver turned back to her. "I suppose the least you can do is sing for your supper." Aware of dozens of stares on them, Kitty forced another smile and bowed her head. "If you wish me to sing, then I am sure something can be arranged," she offered with icy politeness. "Good girl," Drogoh hissed as the crowd turned to arrange an impromptu performance. "Can you give me an hour?" "Forty minutes is my limit, my lord," Kitty hissed. Gathering her skirts, she snapped her fan closed and stalked through the crowd of amused watchers. Checking his watch, Drogoh watched her vanish amongst the crowd then turned for the nearest door. His quarry had already left the room. Standing by the piano, Kitty sang softly, controlling her voice in the ballroom rather than the theatre. The lady playing had done so with ill grace, clearly insulted to be accompanying a creature from the theatre. Well the woman was an overdressed old crow who had the nose of a corby. Receiving the applause with a shy smile, she launched into a solo song, singing a lullaby from her childhood. She was deliberately choosing old songs that could cause no offence to her audience, as she did not think the music hall ditties she performed each night would be the correct thing to present to polite company. Straining to look over their heads, she could not see Drogoh anywhere. By the clock she had been singing for nearly an hour and her voice was starting to strain her throat. It was not used to such long performances. Coming to the end of the lullaby, she sought desperately for something else to sing for her audience when an elegant lady stepped forward to thank her for the impromptu performance, but supper was now ready. Thankful for the respite, Kitty relaxed and gathered up her fan and reticule from the piano. "My son was right, you do have a quite lovely voice," the lady said as she treated Kitty to the stare one normally reserved for a clever pet. "Thank you ma'am," she answered quietly. "It is inordinately kind of you to say so." "I assume Drogoh had a reason to bring you to my ball tonight?" she asked bluntly. Glancing around at the near empty room, Kitty swallowed as she thought fast. "I am unsure of his reasoning ma'am." "I assume it has something to do with my emeralds, he is quite convinced someone will try to steal them tonight. Utter nonsense of course. They are quite secure." "I am sure they are ma'am," Kitty agreed. "I wish to apologise for my impromptu performance." "Piffle," Lady Cavendish said with a wave of the hand. "Your singing has kept the men so enrapt that it has saved me a small fortune on champagne. Now I suggest we eat before they devour all of the food." Hiding behind the heavy armchair, Drogoh waited for an attempt on the emeralds in their safe. What a way to spend his evening. He had been planning to be done by now and well on his way to seducing Kitty into his bed. That last time had been haunting his thoughts for 3 months now, and this had been the first opportunity he had had to bring her back into his life. Easing the cramp in his leg, he carefully rubbed life back into his thigh, careful not to touch the partially hard shaft in his crotch. He knew he should not have danced with her, but the chance to be close to her had been too much. It had been utter ecstasy and the ultimate torture. Looking up as the door swung open, he eased his posture as a slim figure slipped into the darkened room and closed the door gently. So someone who had no right to be there. He watched their shadow cross the room and go directly to the safe. Perfect. The lock tumbled and clicked swiftly, then the door opened on well oiled hinges, a riffling of papers and then the door was closed. Getting to his feet, Drogoh stumbled a little as his dead feet caught in the carpet. The shadow looked up sharply, then was rushing across the room and out of the door while he was only half way there. Shit. Looking up as Drogoh appeared at her elbow, Kitty began to smile in genuine pleasure, then stopped at the scowl he wore. "I want you," he said in a low growl, "to find out if any of the ladies here have something about them they should not." "How?" she asked evenly. "I don't know. Where do women go to powder their noses?" "Ah right," she agreed. "I may be some time." Seated in the room set aside for the ladies to rest, Kitty feigned a light doze as she watched the other occupants through her lashes. What boring women. "Do you think she really is asleep?" one of them asked quietly. "I do not see why not," another said with a sniff. "What a common little baggage." "Actually I thought she was rather charming," a third said evenly. "Rather pretty voice." "Not the only pretty thing she has, from what I have heard," the second said darkly. "Well these theatre people are not precisely usual," the third said by way of explanation. "What do you say Cecily?" Kitty watched a young woman in another corner raise her head from her contemplation of her dancing slippers. "Pardon?" She turned a rather plain face to look at Kitty. "Oh, her." "A rather low opinion of our little singer then, Miss Cavendish?" "A rather common little piece," Miss Cavendish said with a shrug. "And there speaks the voice of reason," the second woman said sharply. "Come ladies, it is high time we returned to civilised company." Grinding her teeth at the string of insults, Kitty kept perfectly still, watching Miss Cavendish watching her closely. The young woman waited for the door to close behind the others then she got to her feet and swiftly crossed over to the chair Kitty was resting in. She forced her breathing to remain steady as Miss Cavendish leaned right down into her face to check she was asleep. Finally satisfied, she turned and walked to the other side of the room. Raising her foot, she placed it daintily on the chair and raised her skirt. Reaching inside of the garter, she removed a velvet bag from within her silk stocking and looked around the room for a hiding place. "Do you always steal your mother's jewels?" Kitty asked quietly. Spinning around, Miss Cavendish opened her mouth to rebuke her, then closed it again and kept silent as Kitty raised herself from the chair slowly. "In my world, which I admit is rather uncouth and vicious, we deal with thieves ourselves. I believe in your civilised existence, you call the police for common little burglars. Shall we call them?" "You would not dare," Cecily said softly. "Try me," Kitty said in a steely voice. "Give me the emeralds and I shall return them." "And if I don't?" "Then I shall quite likely give you such a shiner you will never explain it away." "You common little whore." "I have survived in London madame, you have yet to experience life," Kitty warned her. "The emeralds. Now." Handing them over with ill grace Cecily looked into Kitty's face and spat. Wiping her face clean, Kitty looked into the younger girls face, then gave her such a hard backhanded slap across the cheek it sent her sprawling to the floor. "I suggest you plead a headache and go to your room. There you can wait to see if I have informed the authorities it was you that stole the jewels or not." "I'll tell them it was you." Kitty smiled as she tucked the velvet bag inside of her bodice. "Please do," she laughed. "I am working with the police. Why do you think I am here? It is certainly not for your fragrant company, I assure you. I find you rather more distasteful than you do me. Good evening, Miss Cavendish." Strolling out into the lantern lit garden, Kitty raised her face to the gentle night breeze and breathed deeply. She'd had quite enough of polite society for one night. Descending the shallow stone steps to the lawn, she strolled across it to the distant summer house she could see over the hedgerows. Finding the path to it, she entered its deep shadows and sat down, the warm summer air brushing across the bare skin of her shoulders. Closing her eyes, she leaned back against the wall and smiled. "Good evening my lord," she said softly. "Morning, actually," Drogoh said as he stepped into the house. "I assume you were successful?" Reaching into her bodice, she drew out the velvet bag and tossed it to him. "The young lady in question is hiding in her room." "Miss Cavendish?" he asked with raised eyebrows as he poured the emeralds out into his hand. Studying them under a shaft of moonlight, he poured them back into their confines and tucked them into his pocket. "I was rather afraid it would be." "Who is he?" she asked softly. Sitting beside her, Drogoh leaned back and looked at her. "Very intuitive," he teased with a quirked smile. "Young Lord Ashby. Got himself into rather dun territory with his booky. I understand Cecily has been giving him her monthly allowance to stave off the threat of collection, but the damned fool has been playing deeper." "And now he is so far under the hatches that the besotted young woman has tried to steal her mothers emeralds to rescue her knight in rather tarnished armour," Kitty finished for him. "Stupid child." "Indeed," Drogoh said quietly. "You sound as if you speak from experience." Kitty flashed a rather grim smile and shook her head. "My past is past, my lord," she warned. "Do not probe." "I admit I had probing in mind for tonight, but not that kind," he answered swiftly, his eyes glittering in the meagre moonlight. "Aah, I see." Looking at him, Kitty stood up and closed the summer house door. "I somehow thought it would happen." "You did?" Drogoh asked as he stood too, mere inches from her as they faced one another. "Woman's intuition," she said, then she curled her fingers into the front of his jacket and pulled him to her. Coming together in a hot hard kiss, Drogoh's hands moved down to clutch her waist, his fingers almost meeting in the middle where the corset pinched her in. Moaning softly into her mouth, he raised his head and glanced through the windows around the darkened garden. "You do realise what shall happen if we are discovered?" "Perfectly," Kitty said as she slid her hand down his abdomen. "Of course if you wish to desist..." "Not at all," he said with a quick smile, and caught her in a kiss again. Sliding the little cap sleeves of her gown off her shoulders, he lowered the front of the silk gown to display the curve of her breasts over the corset, the soft white flesh almost pearlised by the moonlight. Lowering his head, he softly kissed the skin as he ran his fingertips over her arms. Catching her as she swayed against him, Drogoh crossed the summer house and sat on the bench, pulling Kitty down on his knees as he did so. Wrapping her hands around his arms, she resumed the kiss, plunging her tongue deeply into his mouth in a passionate kiss. Sighing softly, she melted against him as he slid his fingers inside the top of the corset, brushing his cold skin over her hardening nipples. Gasping at the touch, she laughed softly and bit his lower lip, tugging gently as she wriggled on his lap. Drawing in his breath, Drogoh closed his eyes for a moment, then laughed with her as her slim fingers quickly unfastened his trousers, then slid inside in search of the treasure. "You are a fascinating creature, Kitty," he teased as the silk of her evening gloves found his hard shaft. "And you are an intriguing beast, my lord," she replied with a hot smile. "We are a matched pair." "That we are," he agreed, then he pulled her roughly around, his hands sliding up her calves and to her thighs, pushing the skirts of her gown back. Pulling the skirts up to her waist Kitty straddled his lap, her knees pressing down onto the hard wood of the seat as his hands closed on her backside, holding her secure on the precarious perch. "Ride me Kitty," he breathed, his lips trailing hot kisses down her throat. "Ride me like you did that first time." Spies & The Theatre Mix Pt. 03 This is the third and final part to the Lord & The Kitty. For now I am not planning to return to this pairing, but who knows what may happen in the future if I get a good idea for them. ••••• A Private Audience Looking up as the front door opened, Miss Kitty smiled warmly for the butler and stepped over the threshold. The town house was an elegant building from the regency period, its lines and symmetry of the classical school rather than the dreary gothic of later years. During the day the high 12-pane windows let in floods of daylight, but now heavy velvet curtains were drawn over the barricading shutters to hold out the cool night air. "Good evening Miss," the butler said with a genuine smile. "His lordship is in the library." "Thank you Gilkes," Miss Kitty said as she handed over her heavy coat. "I assume he already has a pot of tea?" "Of course Miss," Gilkes laughed. "Always does at this time of night." "So I am led to believe," she replied mildly. "Thank you for your help." "My pleasure," Gilkes said as he held open a heavy mahogany door. "Miss Kitty sir." "Thank you Gilkes," a smooth male voice answered. "You may retire the staff, I shall see the lady out." "Yes sir," the butler said as he closed the door. Looking around the room, Miss Kitty took in the shelves crammed with books old and new. The working desk at one end of the room by a set of French windows, the blazing log fire with the sheepskin rug lying in front of it and the two wingback chairs placed either side of the fireplace. It was a warm, comfortable and undeniably masculine room. "By the look on your face I think you like my little hideaway," the man watching her closely said. "It is quite wonderful," she replied as she took the spare chair opposite him. "I did not have you down as the bookish type." "Certain subjects attract my attention," he said with a shrug. "Would you care for some brandy?" "Yes, thank you," she said as she leaned back in the comfortable chair. "It is rather chilly out tonight." "Then I apologise profusely for dragging you out in such inclement weather," he said as he poured a glass of brandy and walked across the library. Handing her the glass, his fingers brushed hers, bringing a smile to both of their faces. "It was worth venturing forth in the rain," Miss Kitty assured him. Taking a sip of brandy, she sighed softly and held the glass between her gloved fingers. "Michael Overy was the planner behind the diamond robbery. I got that straight from the cracks man." "I bloody knew it," Drogoh muttered to himself. "Thank you Kitty, your sources of information never cease to amaze me." "Yes, well, this particular source knew me of old. Let us say he owed me a favour," she said with an uncharacteristic blush. "Now that is an intriguing comment," Drogoh said with a quirked smile. "Tell me more." Looking at him sharply, Miss Kitty sighed and set her glass aside. "Do you believe I began my theatre life as a singer Drogoh?" she asked softly. Watching her rise to her feet, he downed the last of his tea and set aside the cup. "I very much doubt it," he answered. "Quite," she said without looking at him. Gazing up at a rank of books, she trailed a gloved finger over the spines then turned to him. "I began my life in the footlights as a burlesque lady." "You mean...?" "I removed my clothes in front of men, Drogoh," she said flatly. "He knew me from that particularly dingy club." "Good lord," Drogoh said softly. "I would never have guessed." "I should hope not," she replied sharply. "A striptease artist?" Drogoh said to himself, unwilling to let it drop. "Were you any good?" "Of course," Miss Kitty said with a touch of pride. "The mind boggles." "Are you saying you have never seen a striptease?" Kitty asked in mild surprise, her perfectly arched brows rising a fraction. "I freely admit I was a bookish sort of person," he said with a shrug. "The Burlesque was never my kind of thing." "And yet the idea of a striptease appeals to you?" "I would be lying if I said it did not," he admitted. "You would indeed." Studying his honest expression, Kitty nodded to herself and walked over to the door. Turning the key in the lock, she turned and placed herself on the sheepskin rug before the fire. "Would you care for a private show my lord?" "What?" "A private striptease, my lord," Miss Kitty said with an inviting smile. "I find I do not care to venture out in the rain just yet, and we must do something to pass the time together." "You? Strip?!" "Why not my lord?" Miss Kitty asked reasonably. "After all we have been intimate on several occasions." "Good grief," Drogoh breathed as he stared up at her in shock. Turning up the oil lamps on the mantle piece, Kitty held his wide eyed gaze as she slowly slid the pins out of her hat and set them aside. Removing the milliners creation, she spun it to the sofa and smiled for him. Running her hand around the back of her neck, she licked her lips and pulled the hairpins free one at a time. Dropping them on the hearth, the small ping of metal on slate was the only sound in the library. Swallowing carefully, Drogoh placed his hands on the chair arm and kept still. Only in his hottest of dreams had he believed this could ever happen. Shaking out her honey blonde hair, Kitty twined a strand around her gloved fingers and looked at him from under her lashes. Biting her lower lip softly, she chuckled as Drogoh's pupils dilated wide. Holding out her hand, she studied the cream glove she was wearing, then slowly pulled it free one finger at a time, the kid leather sliding over her skin smoothly. Dropping it to the floor, she removed the next in the same way, the simple act a seductive echo of what was to come. Licking his dry lips, Drogoh flexed his fingers on the chair arms and watched entranced as the second glove fell to the floor. Running a finger up her arm, Kitty trailed her nail across her throat before letting it slide into the high collar of her jacket. Touching her tongue to her lower lip, she carefully played with the little pearl button of the collar before slowly pushing it through the buttonhole. Folding back the heavy velvet to show cream silk beneath the dark claret, she sighed softly and fingered the next button. Rolling each pearl button between her fingertips, Kitty let her free hand slide down over her hip and then her fingers twined into the folds of her skirt. Working her way down the jacket, she paused at the last button, waiting as Drogoh leaned forward in his chair before popping it free. Pulling the jacket open slowly, she slid it off her shoulders and let the weight of the material carry it down her silk clad arms. Throwing the jacket aside, she looked askance at him as his hungry gaze travelled over her body and came to rest on her breasts. "Shall I continue Drogoh?" she asked softly. "Please," he breathed, his dark brown gaze flickering up to hers. Nodding once, she raised her arm and slowly opened the tiny buttons on her cuffs, her slim fingers twirling them seductively as he watched closely. She had been unsure just a minute ago, but now she could clearly see a bulge in his crotch, his hard length pushing the fine worsted out. Releasing the first cuff, she turned her attention to the second and let her mind wander over the memories of him deep inside her, his hard shaft filling her until the merest of movements sent ripples of pleasure through her shaking body. Unfastening the second cuff, she raised her hands to the collar of the shirt. Looking down at him she smiled gently and unfastened the top most button. "Shall I go faster my lord?" "No," he breathed, his eyes glittering with arousal as he looked up at her. "This is just perfect." Sliding her fingers down the front of the silk blouse from one button to another, the material slid aside, exposing the curve of her breasts as they were pushed up by the corset. Pulling the blouse slowly from the waistband of her skirt, she slid it from her bare shoulders then tossed it to him. Catching it deftly, Drogoh raised it to his face and inhaled her scent before laying the silk over the arm of his chair. Sitting forward, he nodded her on with her performance. Stepping forward, Kitty raised her skirt to her knees and daintily placed her foot on his knee, her black polished boots reflecting the flames of the fire. Leaning forward, she looked up at him as his gaze was held by her breasts, so close to him and yet still encased by the pale cream corset. Slowly unlacing her boots, she ran the laces between her fingers, teasing him before allowing him to remove the boot with shaking hands. Repeating the process, she stroked her fingers over her silk clad calf, then stroked her foot down over the bulge in his trousers. Gasping loudly, Drogoh tipped his head back and took several deep breaths to regain his composure. Laughing softly, Kitty stepped back onto the rug, the deep sheepskin warming her toes. Running her hands down her stomach, she slid them to the side of her skirt and began to flick open the buttons securing it in place. Sliding her fingers into the waistband, she slipped it down over her hips, pausing for a second, then with a final little push the skirt fell down her legs and pooled around her feet. Kicking it away, she ran her hands over her body, from her breasts, down over her hips and to the garters holding up her silk stockings. "My God," Drogoh breathed softly. "You are magnificent." "You are quite something yourself Drogoh," Kitty said with a laugh. "Shall I proceed?" "Yes!" he said quickly. Raising her leg again, she placed her foot carefully on his knee and leant forward. Sliding her hands up her calves and over her knees, she trailed her fingers up her thighs to the garters. Slowing untying the ribbons, she slipped the garter down her leg and his fingers closed on it, helping her to remove it over her foot. Laughing softly with him, she batted his hands away as he reached out to help her remove the stocking. Rolling it down slowly, she eased it over her knee and down her calf. Throwing it over to her bonnet, she changed legs, her fingers repeating their slow stroke from her ankle to her thigh as he watched hungrily. Sliding off the second stocking, Kitty tossed it aside and stood before him, her feet placed apart as she stroked the corset, her fingertips circling on the smooth skin of her breasts and back down again. Licking her lips again, Kitty reached behind her and took hold of the scarlet ribbons holding the corset tight. Pulling the lengths out to the side, she held Drogoh's gaze for a full minute before slowly pulling, the silk lengths sliding effortlessly loose. Carefully unlacing the back of the corset, Kitty held his gaze the whole time, an unspoken meaning passing between them. Feeling the corset come loose on her torso, Kitty caught it before it could slip, her hands spread over her breasts to hold it in place. Closing her eyes, she savoured the heat of the fire on her bare skin, then slowly let the boned corset slide down over her hips, her breasts slowly revealing as the material moved. Feeling the edge pass over her taut nipples she breathed heavily as the aroused peaks responded to the brush of heavy cotton. Bending over, her breasts swayed forward as she pushed the corset to the floor and kicked it away. Placing her hands flat to her waist as she stood up, she stroked upwards, cupping her breasts and running a finger over the taut nipples as she savoured her own arousal. Watching Drogoh through her half closed eyes, she smiled slowly as he stroked his crotch, his hard shaft pushing against his trousers in a bid for freedom. Sliding a hand down to her most intimate area, she slowly rubbed the silk of her French knickers into her wet heat, the sodden material rubbing against her sensitive little button and making her sigh. "Oh God," Drogoh growled. Standing up he ripped off his jacket and stock, in his haste he tore a button from his shirt as he pulled it over his head. Kicking off his shoes, he stripped his trousers down his long legs and hooked his fingers into the waistband of his undergarments. "No," Kitty breathed as she stepped forward, her nipples grazing the hair on his chest. "Let me." Sliding her slim fingers into the waistband, she tugged the ribbons free and slid the material over his narrow hips, a sigh escaping both their lips as he cupped her breasts in his hands and gently kissed them. Letting the material fall away, Drogoh kicked them away and stood before her, his shaft standing out hard and straight towards her. Wrapping her fingers about him, Kitty gently pulled him against her body and kissed his lips softly as she worked her fingers on his length. Growling in the back of his throat, Drogoh let his hand slide over her stomach, touching and testing her softness as he moved lower until finally his fingers grazed silk and then slipped inside. Opening her thighs to him, Kitty buried her face into his shoulder and moaned as his fingers continued the work of hers from a few minutes earlier. "Kitty, I need to be in you," Drogoh whispered as he kissed the skin of her neck, his tongue tasting her slowly. Sliding her hands over his shoulders, Kitty caught him in another kiss and slowly went down on her knees, pulling him down with her to the sheepskin rug. Pressing up against him as they knelt together, her body shivered as his fingers stroked her into a higher state of arousal. "Make love to me my lord," she breathed, her warm breath caressing his ear as she leaned against him. Wrapping his hands around her waist, Drogoh kissed her deeply, his tongue entwining with hers as he slowly pushed her back, his hand reaching out to support them both as they lay down on the rug, the sheep wool tickling their naked skin. Laughing with her as she wriggled into a more comfortable position, he stroked his hands down over her hips and felt her rise to his touch. "Such passion in you," he said in a hot whisper. Kissing her throat, he groaned as she tipped her head back and arched up under him. "So hot." "Drogoh, please," she begged. Sliding his hands under her, he clasped her silk clad buttocks and squeezed hard, a gasp his reward. His shaft twitched at the gasps and moans he was eliciting from her as she lay under him, her soft body crushed by his hardness. Catching his fingers in the silk of her knickers, he eased them down over her buttocks so he could stroke and kneed her soft skin. Rising up under him Kitty pushed the silk down over her hips and wriggled under him as she worked them down her thighs. Sliding them down her legs and off, Drogoh knelt over her and savoured the sight of her stretched out on his sheepskin rug, her skin turned to molten copper by the flames of the fire and her honey hair spread out in a nimbus around her head. Her dark blue eyes were pools of darkness in the firelight, the lids half closed as she watched him. Placing his hands to the floor either side of her head, he came down slowly along the whole length of her body, deliberately prolonging the move to bring them both pleasure. Gasping as his shaft brushed against her wet core, he buried his face into the curve of her shoulder and bit down on his lower lip as he sought for some control. Sliding her arms around him, Kitty trailed hot kisses along his shoulder and up his neck. Her hands worked their way down his back, her nails scratching him lightly in circles as they went lower and lower until she cupped his buttocks in her warm hands and pulled him closer to her. "In me," she whispered. Fitting his shaft to her heat, he pushed forward slowly, his length sliding effortlessly into her as she drew her knees up and crossed her ankles over his back. She was so hot and wet and tight around him, her muscles already moving in gentle spasms around him as she took him deeper than before. Twining his fingers into her hair, he marvelled at the silkiness of it as he cupped her head in his palms and kissed her. Losing herself in the kiss, Kitty gasped as he moved his hips into her, his length moving deeper and sending a wave of pleasure through her entire body. Gasping and tilting her head back into his hands, she shivered under him as he drove into her in long slow strokes. "Yes, that's the way," he breathed as he kissed her throat and face, his kisses hot and urgent as he moved into her, his body hard and hot against hers. "Give yourself to it." Shuddering hard under him, Kitty arched up and dug her nails into him. Closing her eyes tight, she gasped loudly and began to shake as her orgasm broke, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her as he continued to drive into her, prolonging her release as much as he could. "That's right little one," Drogoh said in pleasure. Driving into her shaking body once more, he grit his teeth and came deep within her, filling her. Relaxing slowly, he collapsed along her length and into her embrace. "Drogoh?" "Yes Kitty." "Thank you."