Lady Polly's Reputation: A Regency Erotica

By Valentine Tyron

Lady Polly's reputation is already tarnished; she may have preserved her virginity, but rumours of her scandalous conduct have spread wide. While she plays the grand lady at a houseparty far beneath her, the pretty maid Beth is scheming to shatter what's left of her reputation for good...

EXPLICIT: this erotic short story contains explicit scenes of heterosexual sex.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Valentine Tyron
• Release date: Sep 8, 2018

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Lady Polly's Reputation

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Valentine Tyron

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Copyright 2018 Valentine Tyron

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Beth panted her way up the back stairs, laden with steaming buckets of water. She heard a giggle from the landing and paused, holding her breath. The giggle came again, shading into a soft, trembling sigh, and Beth rested her pails on the steep and peeped around the corner.

The mistress's maid, Lucille - plain old Lucy was inked on the flyleaf of her Bible - was leaning against the wall, her head tipped back and her throat bared to handsome young Mr Hugo. He pressed kisses down her throat, and Lucille shuddered, and said, Oh, sir, I cannot! in tones that meant she very much could. Beth rolled her eyes; Mr Hugo didn't even pause in his attentions, knowing his welcome assured. He grabbed a handful of her skirts and pulled them up, revealing Lucille's pretty ribbon garters and plump thighs. Beth could feel her mouth and eyes grow rounder, wondering if Hugo intended to take her right there, where anyone could come along and see them. Where Beth could see them.

Beth, get your arse moving, came an irritable voice from behind her, and Beth caught up her pails and whisked up the next few steps, because William the footman would not hesitate to administer a painful pinch to the area in question. When she looked up, Lucille was descending the stairs, looking as if butter wouldn't melt in her mouth, and Mr Hugo was nowhere to be seen. Hello, Lucille, William's voice turned wheedling, but Lucille didn't even speak to him.

Beth passed Mr Hugo in the corridor; he didn't even glance at her as she dropped the required curtsey. By the time she struggled into Miss Cordelia's room, she was in a rare temper, and catching a glimpse of her flushed, sweaty face in the mirror, hair pulled back under her cap and collar so tight her throat bulged, did nothing to cool her mood.

Why Beth, you look positively fierce, Miss Cordelia murmured from her high bed, where she lay surrounded by lace and linen. What has made you so annoyed?

Oh, it's nothing, Miss Cordelia, Beth said, but Miss Cordelia smiled at her sweetly, and Beth confided, Only that Mr Hugo does carry on with the maids, and it makes it difficult for us who just want to get on with work.

Mr Hugo? Miss Cordelia blinked at her, and a pink flush flowed over her cheeks. Oh! Does - does he?

Mr Hugo was a schoolfriend of Cordelia's brother Harry; he was a welcome guest at the house,