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Afternoon Delight
The landscape below was flush with green hills rolling over every corner. Where one ended, another one began. It was the highest and most beautiful point of the Victorian era. The rich were becoming richer and could not care less for the less fortunate beneath them. Poverty was at a rise but the rich hadn’t a care in the world and didn’t notice those beneath them. As long as their bellies were full of wine and their beds were made every morning by their willing, loving servants, everything was fine.
This story begins with a grand opening of a prestigious manor at the peak of the highest and most sought out estate. The half-paid builders worked night and day, sunrise to sunset, rain or shine. From the gate, which had been built before with the previous manor, people stood and watched as the workers brought each piece of wood to and from the construction site. The sounds of hammers hitting nails and boards echoed throughout the streets for quite some time while they worked. Curious mothers brought their little daughters by and told them that when the house was done being built, they would visit and have tea with the owner and his wife.
The grand opening finally arrived and the one person who was possibly the most excited was Alexandra. She was a devious, beautiful young woman who always loved any new piece of gossip that fluttered through the winds. She didn’t mind if she had to personally be the one to create those whispers. She and her three friends, Rose, Lilly (who were twins) and Daisy were invited to the grand opening and were exploding with delight.
Those four ladies had always stuck together through thick and thin no matter what. While their mothers were productively sipping tea in the parlour, the girls sat together in their play rooms. They weren’t like normal little girls though. Instead of playing with dolls and practising their innocent courtesies, they toyed with the emotions of their servants and wait staff around them. Sitting on the floor in a circle with their legs crossed and backs straight as a board, they planned who to deceive next.
Alexandra never liked her hand-maid so decided it was time for her to go.
Rose, Lilly and Daisy had the task of finding Jack the milk man and telling him that Alexandra’s handmaid, Gail, was madly in love with him. They lied saying that every night and every morning while Gail dressed and undressed Alexandra that she would speak of nothing but the crisp blue eyes of the milk man and how she could stare at them for hours on end without tiring. They told Jack that Gail would soon walk up to him declaring her love. But he should act like he never knew. He was to act surprised and to not talk to her under any circumstances until she approached him. Jack was a young boy of eighteen while Gail was twenty-one. He never even suspected she liked even him. Rose, Lilly and Daisy assured him that she had fallen head over heels and was mustering up the courage to talk to him, but he had to be patient.
While the three mistresses were off lying to Jack, Gail came in with tea for the four of them and had asked Alexandra where her friends were and that their tea would get cold if they were gone for long. Alexandra dismissed her comment and told Gail that they were off finding the milk man since he brought extra milk for them to take to their homes for their mothers. Alexandra told Gail that Jack was madly in love with her and was going to propose his love to her with a ring fit for a queen.
Gail had glowed with glee at the news. Her normal sad face brightened up like it was the first day of Christmas. She couldn’t hide her excitement from Alexandra and made her spill all the details. Gail, herself, hadn’t spoken much to Jack in her career but always saw the way he looked at her.
Alexandra told Gail to expect the proposal sometime next week. She was not to talk to him until he proposed because it would make him nervous and cancel out the motion altogether. Gail agreed not to say one word to him. As soon as Gail left the room with an extra skip in her step, Rose, Lilly and Daisy returned to the room through another entrance.
“The seeds are planted,” Daisy said.
Alexandra replied, “Perfect.”
Alexandra was happy with herself. Her plan had worked. The waiting game had begun.
Gail had patiently waited until the next week. She had waited then until two weeks had passed. Then three weeks. She even waited a month. Gail was heartbroken when she realized Jack wouldn’t even look at her anymore. Something must have happened that Gail had no idea about. When she asked Alexandra what had happened, Alexandra only shrugged her shoulders and dismissed her.
Gail, heartbroken, resigned in her second month of waiting. She couldn’t take the heartbreak anymore. Seeing Jack everyday only reminded her of the excitement she once felt and the crushed feelings when she was so easily forgotten by him. Poor Gail didn’t even know it was all a set up. The milkman never loved Gail and truly Gail didn’t even love the milkman. The hope of actually having someone to love was what crushed Gail. She thought she had a future with someone to love, but it was all a sham. Jack on the other hand thought nothing of it, and moved on the next day she left, never thinking about her again.
That was only their first plot to destroy. As the years passed and they got older, one would think that they would have matured into beautiful young women, but unfortunately that did not happen.
The grand opening of the Williamson Manor was finally upon them. Rose and Lilly dressed in their most formal dresses and jewelry galore. They both curled their hair up into perfect buns atop their heads. Rose and Lilly both had long blonde hair down to their waist that men automatically fell in love with. They kept it up as a tease because the men of the village knew how long and gorgeous their hair was. The only men who ever saw their hair down was the ones they had slept with. Rose and Lilly sometimes slept with one man at the same time. They would run their blonde hair all over his body, driving him mad with lust. The men who had not seen their hair down, meaning they had not slept with them, always asked to hear stories of their sexual adventures. Some men kept their stories to themselves while other gathered everyone to hear the tale of how he had the opportunity to sleep with not one of the twins, but both.
Daisy, on the other hand was nothing like Rose and Lilly. Daisy had medium length brown hair that she let hang down by her face, just below her shoulders. She kept her hair down because even though she was very beautiful, she never liked the way her ears looked. Her mother always told her that she had her father’s ears and they were too big and no one wanted to see them. Her mother had drilled it in her head all the days when she was a child, so now as a young woman she didn’t want anyone to see them. Daisy was a bit more discreet than her two friends Rose and Lilly. She did not share their interest in sleeping with the most gorgeous men in the village. The men still talked about her. They didn’t talk about how she acted in bed though. They talked about how beautiful her eyes and skin were and how talented she was with her tongue.
Alexandra, the leader of the three mistresses was at the top of the gossip list. Her curvaceous body and luscious lips drove them all mad. She wore dresses one size too small so her breasts would spill over the top, making men salivate at a mere glance. Their hearts would quicken and their knees would go weak with just one bat of her eyelashes. Her corsets were tied so her waist was teeny tiny but her hips would rock from side to side with each step that she took. She loved showing off her curves, even
if they were covered with many yards of fabric. Her fire red hair was the talk of the town. Every man was mesmerized by it and every woman wished they had it. The blondes and browns of their era were too boring and the women wanted more. Alexandra’s mom was an out-of-towner and brought the spice to town. Her cat like eyes was another trait she got from her mother. She couldn’t have been more blessed with the perfect figure. It was no wonder she had three minions who obliged and enjoyed doing her bidding for her. They adored and looked up to her.
All the women in the village admired her and all the men wanted her. The ones who had slept with her had never spoken a word of it. Every single one who had shared the same bed as Alexandra had said that it was almost a sin to have sex and spill the