Basic background; A Patriarch with no morals, and a penchant for drink and loose women, who's son (Alex) is masterminding his demise. A former British intelligence agent on the wrong side of the law (Matt) and a cockney lower-class womanizer (Dewy) are assisting him. And though unknown to Alex the other man seeking the affections of the woman he secretly loves (Chelsea) is his half brother.
CHELSEA is a common "working girl" at a local pub near his work, she is the only woman Alex ever sees.
Back at the Royal Arms, Chelsea was sitting at the bar, it had been another slow night and she had not made much money. When a well-dressed gentleman came in and caught her eye. He took a table near the door and waited for the barkeep to take his order. His haunting dark eyes made him seem mysterious, and his dark hair shaggy but well kept. His manner and dress reminded one of breeding and aristocracy, and one would wonder what he was doing in the Royal Arms. Unless he was a traveler and not familiar with the establishment, this is not the place a gentleman of breeding would frequent.But Chelsea gathered her courage, fueled with a bit of stout and her lack of money for the day and went over to see him.
“Well, tis’ a fine evening, would the gentleman care for a bit of company?”
“Please do have a seat miss…?”
“Chelsea, you can just call me Chelsea.”
“Please, have a seat Miss Chelsea, pleasure to meet you, my name is William.”
“Pleasure to make your acquaintance William.”
Just then Harry saunters over to take his order.
“Good evening sir, what’ll it be for you tonight?”
“Bring me a pint of your best stout and a portion of bread and cheese, and the lady will have …”
William turns to look at Chelsea to see what she will have.
“Oh, thank you kindly William, Harry, I’ll have me usual thanks love.”
Harry leaves to get the cheese, bread and drinks, and brings them back. Chelsea seems enamored with the new gentleman ignoring Harry when he returns and leaves their fair on the table. Allowing them time to talk and let Chelsea earn a bit of her keep for the night.
In order for the girls to sit at the Pub, Harry makes them pay him ten pounds a week for the privilege of sitting at his bar to look for paying customers, He maintains four rooms above the Pub for the girls to use by the hour and he charges them two pounds per customer to use them, He also uses the girls at the bar hoping that the blokes spend more on drinks buying them for the girls. All in all is seems to be a good and fair arrangement for everyone.
William thinks about ordering another round of drinks for he and Chelsea while the two of them continue to chat at the table.
“Care for another drink Chelsea?”
“Why thank you William, that would be nice indeed, I’ll go and ask harry to bring another round for us won’t take but a minute”
Chelsea wanders up to the bar and tells harry to send another round over to the table. Gets some more cheese and bread and takes it back with her as well. Setting in front of William.
“Thank you, Chelsea that was very thoughtful of you.”
“You’re quite welcome William, I am enjoying your company and thought you might still be a bit ‘ungry love.”
“Chelsea, when we have finished our food and drinks, would you care to accompany me back to my hotel this evening, I would very much like to continue with your company, that is if you have no other plans my dear?”
“Why, William, no one has ever asked me so sweetly, me being a workin’ girl an’ all most gents just expect it, as sort of payment for the food and drinks. Thank you, yes I’d be delighted to go with you. I hate to bring up business when your bein’ so kind an’ all but you’ll need to settle with Harry before we go if you don’t mind love.”
“Glad to take care of business for you Chelsea, not to be crass but what is the current going rate for your nightly companionship my dear?”
“Fifty pounds for the night, love.”
“Fine then when you are ready, I’ll just go over to the bar now and settle with Harry take your time and I’ll be back to finish my stout momentarily.”
William heads over to the bar and motions for Harry to come see him. Harry’s talkin’ to a few of the regular blokes and gestures for him to wait a moment. After a few minutes he comes over.
“What can I get for you?”
“I understand you handle the ladies financial arrangements sir, I have come to take care of a full night with Miss Chelsea”
William hands Harry a hundred pound note.
“It’s only fifty pounds mister, I’ll get your change won’t be a moment.”
“Yes, I understand, see to it that Chelsea get all of it, I’ll be back again later in the week as well, thank you.
”William goes back to finish his stout and talk more with Chelsea. Soon as he sits at the table, Dewey comes wondering in, already fully drunk, with his loud mouth.
“Well, lookie ‘ere, “ello, Chelsea,” Dewey leans on the table and into Chelsea’s face.
“Where’s your friend at tonight, I see you aint lackin’ for gents to screw are you now darlin’, found yourself a right fancy one ‘ere aint ya?”
“Dewey, go on get lost, we don’t need to ‘ear your mouth runnin’ right now, seems you been at the party a long time tonight already, go on and talk to Harry, ‘e’ll find you a nice friend to talk to.”
“Chelsea, I aint interested in talkin’, I’m ‘ere to get a bitch to screw, just like ‘im.”
Dewey points in the general direction of William. Who is now standing.
“Chelsea, would you care to leave my dear, this person seems to be a bit drunk”
“Yes, thank you William, it does look as though it is time we be goin’.”
“It’s William, is it… well take your time with this one William, I ‘ear she’s a real good screw she is, mind ya I aint never ‘ad ‘er meself, but me friend Alex, ‘e’ll tell ya, she’s worth every penny, ya paid fer ‘er ass she is.”
“Sir, you are drink and completely out of line, stand aside and allow us to leave.”
“Really, or what? What ya gona do Mr. fancy man?”
“This”William punches Dewey dead in the face, he falls down out cold, the others at the bar Laughing and applaud,
“Never mind him, we’ll send his ass home after he wakes up” says Harry.
As the two of them turn and walk out the front door to hail a taxi to Williams’s hotel. After they arrive William takes her to his room, and offers Chelsea a glass of Port, which she takes gladly.
“I wish I was a gent sometimes, would have loved to have been the one to deck ol’ Dewey Anderson, been wantin’ to do that for months now. But I thank you William for your defending my honor, what little I still have anyway.”
“He was completely out of line and very drunk, he deserved what he got and I am not sorry I did it. Even a working girl deserves respect and kindness, my mum was a working girl at one point in her life to, till someone gave her a break and she found other employment. You’ll find a better lot in life too Chelsea one day.”
William walks over to her where she is standing by the window looking out at all the London lights, watching the fog roll gently in off the channel. He takes her in his arms and lightly kisses her neck moving her dress away and then kisses her shoulders.
William takes her by the hand and leads her to his bed standing next to his bed he kisses her. Closing the door to the outside world for the next few precious hours.
Morning comes early in London, all the merchants at the open-air markets getting ready for a days work.
Not much has changed in London’s town square since the turn of the century; they still have the fresh flower, fresh breads and vegetables. Carts out bright and early for folks to come and get what they need for the days meals.
Chelsea is sitting in the parlor area of William’s room watching it all on the streets below her, waiting for William to wake up. She thought it would be rude to leave without saying good-bye after all his kindness to her the night before. William wakes up, stretches and looks about the room realizing that Chelsea is not in bed nor in the room he throws on his Robe and slippers and heads out of the bedroom.
“Well, Good morning, Chelsea. Did you sleep well?”
Chelsea turns to see William standing in the doorway of the bedroom. For a moment she doesn’t answer, admiring his handsome features, bed tossed dark hair, his broad shoulders and muscular arms, his narrow waist and those dark haunting eyes. Transfixed looking at him in the light of day.
“Chelsea? Are you alright?”
“OH ummm sorry yes, William I’m fine was just thinking about the day is all, yes I slept well too, thank you for asking.”
“Great, what can I get you for breakfast? Would you care for some tea?”
“I was just waitin’ to say my good-byes, would ‘ave been rude of me leave while you was sleeping.”
“You don’t need to be in a hurry, stay and have breakfast with me. I ‘d like that. After breakfast I’ll see you get a taxi home, then I’ll be on my way to surprise my mum, she thinks I’m coming out here next week. But I’m really here to surprise her for Birthday tomorrow.”
“What a lovely thing to do. Your mum will be so happy, such a nice son you are William, but I’ll be on me way and out of your hair now and if you ever find your way back to the Royal Arms be sure to say ‘ello love. Take care of yourself now, and thanks for lovely evening good-bye”
“Sure you won’t change your mind and stay for breakfast?”
“No, love it’s time for me to go, you have a wonderful time with your mum good- bye William.”
“Good-Bye Chelsea, I’d like to see you again sometime, would that be alright with you?”
“That would be mighty nice William, you know where to find me if you do”
And she let herself out the door, quietly closing it behind her. Chelsea walked to the lobby of the hotel wondering what it would be like to have a son that was so smart and kind to call his mum, but she could never have any children of her own. A while back one of her clients had beat her up badly, putting her in the hospital after the surgery, she was alive and she would heal up ok, but she would never have children. Made her feel a bit sad.
But she was hopeful that someday she would get out of this business and find a proper husband at least, someone to care for and cook for. She walked along the town square toward her meager little rented room, just thinking about the life she was going to have one day. And about the only two men that had ever treated her kindly and with a hint of respect.
Alex and William, interestingly she found them very similar in looks but Alex had the blond hair and green eyes, where William had all the darker features, like two sides of a coin, the same but different.
January 30th 2014 YOUR TASTE:
The evening with Chelsea had been long and enjoyable for them both. When Chelsea was with Alex she felt as though she were better than her station in life, not like a prostitute at all but more but more like a proper lady, with a kind and generous beau. Alex had always treated her well and with more respect than any of the other men she had come to know over the years.
Chelsea woke early, long before Alex needed to be up and left him to sleep, while she prepared them a small breakfast from the meager findings in his kitchen. Alex finally woke to the smell of cooking and realized that Chelsea must still be there at the house.
Making his way down the stairs from his loft bedroom he finds her in the kitchen fixing them breakfast and making morning tea. Something Alex had not experienced since his mothers death many years earlier.
“Mornin’ love, you ’ungry, I’ve made us a spot of breakfast and some tea, do ‘ope you like it.”
“Thank you Chelsea, but you needn’t have gone to such trouble for me. I have to admit it sure is nice to have someone here and thinking of me in that way. It has been a long time since I had that.”
“Never you mind love, it’s no trouble at all, I enjoy doin’ nice things for ya, you always treat me like a fine lady. You deserve to ‘ave someone lookin’ after ya, makin ya a meal now and again. “ave a seat love it’ll be ready in a minute.”
Alex sits at the table just inside the kitchen, while Chelsea sets a cup of tea, some honey and milk on the table, then goes back to her cooking. Alex can’t help but notice in the early morning light shining in his window how truly beautiful and young Chelsea is. Her long brown hair shimmering in the sunlight, the shapely figures she has. Even with none of her make up on her beautiful blue eyes seem to sparkle at him when she turns to ask if he needs more tea.
Chelsea goes about finishing up with her cooking, Alex watching her can‘t help but wonder how this lovely, kind and gentle young woman came to end up in such a harsh life. For the last two years he has seen her on and off, but until today he had never really paid much attention to her natural beauty and the gentle way she had about her.
Alex felt a pang of loss and sadness too for himself. Watching her in this way had reminded him of the many mornings he and his mother had spent together so long ago, but his feelings for Chelsea were ones he had not had before and could not identify. For the very first time since his mothers death Alex felt happy and content, he watched her finish putting their food on the plates, then she brought them to the table. Chelsea couldn’t help but to notice Alex was intently watching her and a faint blush crossed her delicate face.
“ ‘ere now what you looking at eh? It’s just a bit of breakfast before a long hard day.”
“Just looking at you Chelsea, your beautiful, kind and gentle. You didn’t need to make me breakfast, you could’ve just left but you didn’t. You were thoughtful and considerate.”
“Well Alex, just ‘cause a girl works for a livin’ don’t mean she aint got no feelings, no ‘eart or can’t be nice to people. I thank you for the kind words but me beautiful Naw, not me Alex, but it sure do mean a lot you sayin’ ‘um, ya know. Now go on an eat before it gets cold.”
Alex takes a bite of his breakfast; he’s still watching Chelsea as she sips her tea across the table from him, while eating her own breakfast. He wonders how this happened to her.
“Chelsea, how is it you became a working girl? Seems your smart, you obviously have manners, doesn’t fit ya know. Tell me what happened, how did you come to be in this life?”
“Oh Alex, you don’t want to ‘ere that ol’ story, a real tear jerker it is. I ‘m not so sure I’m up to tellin’ it just now anyway, maybe another time, ok?”
“Ya, sure Chelsea, whatever you want, but I’d really like to know sometime. I care about you and enjoy your company, and what happens to you too. How about I give you a ride to your flat on my way to work I need to shower and then I’ll take you ok?”
“Naw, you don’t need to trouble yourself with me before your work day Alex, you been mighty generous to me already. I’ll just get me a taxi while you shower and see ya when ya find yer way back to the pub. ‘ave a good day Alex, glad you liked the breakfast.”
And with that Chelsea gathered her things took a quick look in the mirror opened the door and left. Matt really could not understand what he was feeling, he wanted to go after her and make sure she got home safely and was alright, but he knew that Chelsea would have none of that. He washed the dishes, left them in the sink to dry and headed upstairs for his shower. All the while wondering just what it was that caused Chelsea to wind up in the life she was in.
January 23rd 2014 YOUR TASTE:Matthew was finishing up a bit of work in his back office when he heard the chimes from his front door. He figured it was Dewey, come a bit early for their meeting. But the well-dressed gentleman standing in his outer office was a far cry form Dewey’s station in life.
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