Collaboration
by Lotuseater
Miss Loveday Brooke is the creation of Mrs. Catherine Louisa Pirkis, and Miss Dora Myrl the brainchild of His Honour, Matthias McDonnell Bodkin, QC.
Other characters are recognisable as inventions of the Master of them all. This homage is meant as the sincerest form of flattery, and no disrespect or implication of sexual preference intended to authors or personages represented herein.
It was seven o'clock in the evening, of the twentieth of March, 1888. Miss Loveday Brooke strode purposefully along the dark gaslit London street. She had just quit her office and was bound for her customary solitary supper.
Nearing a corner, she espied two burly men struggling with a smaller cloaked figure at the kerb. Loveday deftly slipped her revolver from its usual place in her purse. Clenching her nickel police whistle between her teeth, she carefully pointed the pistol skyward as she cocked it with her thumb.
Before she could take action, she was surprised to hear a feminine voice cry out, "Help! Fire! Fire! Fire!" from across the road.
The men turned to face the newcomer. Loveday blew a sharp blast. Taken unawares, the pair fled before she could get close enough to glimpse their features.
"Ten stone if he's an ounce, six foot six, about the same for his partner," she mentally catalogued, as she drew up to their erstwhile victim.
"Thank you -" gasped the stranger, regaining her balance. She was strikingly beautiful and appeared to be about twenty-five years of age.
Loveday glanced around as their newfound ally joined them.
"You are most welcome. My name is Miss Loveday Brooke. You're an American?"
"Yes, I -"
"And I am Miss Dora Myrl," announced the latest arrival.
"Miss Myrl," a smiling Loveday nodded. "A privilege to meet my distinguished competition."
"I prefer to think of us as 'colleagues'," Miss Myrl coyly dimpled.
"Well, I was making my way to my supper, and under the circumstances you shall be my guests to celebrate our victory against the forces of darkness," said Loveday, lightly.
The stranger's brow clouded.
"Is something wrong?" asked Dora.
"If only it were that simple..." she sighed.
Loveday took stock.
"You are troubled. It's late, and we'd better continue in my offices."
The trio briskly repaired to the Lynch Court. Loveday managed to catch Sarah, the page, just as she was locking the front door. She bade her to go round to collect a cold supper, gave her money, and invited her guests for sherry while they waited.
After the colour had returned to the stranger's face, she elaborated on her intriguing lament.
"I am Irene Adler. I see from your look my notoriety has reached the ears of London's best consulting detectives."
"My troubles are with the most ruthless man in Europe, who will stop at nothing to take from me some papers in my possession."
Dora held up a hand.
"Miss Adler, I ask only if the documents in question are yours by right. You need say nothing more to me."
"Brava!" clapped Miss Brooke heartily. "Well said! I most certainly agree."
Irene smiled gratefully and resumed her narrative.
"So be it. You have my word of honour that they are mine by right of ownership, and that my foe will take them by any dirty trick within his power. This is already the second time I have been physically set upon. My home has been ransacked on two occasions, and my baggage rifled. He's desperate to gain my property, and has insulted me by offering to buy me out."
Tears welled in Irene's limpid eyes as the bitterness of her last statement sank in.
Dora and Loveday shook their heads in sympathy as Irene went on.
"Even now, this monster is at Baker Street enlisting -"
Loveday restrained her with an open palm.
"We know what we're up against. There are conditions for my assistance. First, my involvement must remain absolutely confidential. Second, I'll not accept your money. Third, you must promise to put this miserable creature out of your memory forever. Is that agreeable to you?"
Irene could only nod mutely, overcome.
"And me," put in Dora Myrl.
"Then let's get to work. From your behaviour in the matter of those attacks I can see you've the composure to deal with the villain on your own mettle. I'll not insult you with an offer of physical assistance."
"Nor I, unless you ask for it," Dora soberly assented.
"Then what we can provide for you is a plan. The man your enemy has consulted is brilliant, a master of disguise and has no physical peer."
Irene's shoulders sagged as the enormity of the ordeal to come became evident.
"I know -"
"However," Loveday said, "he is a gentleman of the first order and would never lay a hand on a woman."
"And all is not lost, my dear. I seem to recall you've trodden the boards yourself; you must know that no amount of putty or make-up can change the size of a man's...ears." said Dora, with a devilish grin.
"He is clever, perhaps too clever. By some strategem, he'll gain your confidence, and I am certain he'll strike quickly. No doubt he is already at your door."
Dora looked thoughtful. "Miss Adler, have you still any family or friends in America?"
"Why, yes; several. Why?"
"Then you must post your papers there without delay to someone you trust. That will take them out of play." said she.
"Yes! And then you must prepare a bogus package to lure our 'colleague,' as Miss Myrl puts it."
"Create a false hiding place..."
"I've just the thing, a sliding panel -"
"Miss Adler, we leave those details to you." Loveday Brooke went on.
"Considering how formidable is your opposition, you may wish to consider planning your own 'death...'"
Irene Adler stood, her eyes shining.
"Miss Myrl, Miss Brooke, I'm most grateful for your kindness."
"Think nothing of it, Miss Adler. Our sympathies are certainly with you in this matter, and our anonymity rests in good hands, I am sure." said Loveday Brooke.
"Nevertheless, I wish you'd accept some form of compensation."
"Nonsense, Miss Adler. 'Trade' has been quite profitable of late, and our London stage has already been enriched by your performances."
"Indeed," chimed in Dora. "I was quite entranced by your 'Sappho'."
"Were you?" Irene's face flushed a little with pride, and the slightly naughty recollection of the play that had scandalised all Europe.
"Yes, and 'Catherine the Great' was marvelous," Loveday Brook enthusiastically remarked.
"I'd quite forgotten..." Irene's voice trailed off faintly. Her mind went back to that sensation of only five years ago, and that nude scene with the chambermaid that had gotten her briefly incarcerated, and had thus ensured her career.
She knew what she had to do now. With her confidence renewed, she took three quick steps to warmly embrace Loveday Brooke. Before the surprised detective could react, Irene had brought her lovely face to hers and kissed her squarely on the mouth!
The kiss was of such ferocious intensity it excited Dora Myrl simply to watch. Fascinated, she saw Loveday briefly resist at first before abandoning her futile struggles. Her hands strayed to her bosom, massaging her already erect nipples through the fabric of her dress.
Irene's hands were seemingly everywhere, caressing Loveday's hair, her ear, the nape of her neck and her magnificent decolletage. As her hot tongue searched Loveday's now hungry mouth, Irene brought both hands to bear on her lovely derriere, squeezing her buttocks that sent paroxyms of delight through Loveday's spine.
Dora Myrl's hands were busy at her crutch now, tracing the outline of her quim through the sheer fabric of her knickers. Her legs were wantonly draped over the arms of her chair, affording Loveday a tantalising view of her colleague as Irene continued to ravish her...
Irene guided Loveday to her desk and bent her over it facing away from her.
She grasped those pendulous breasts as she ground her own damp fastness against Loveday's bustle. Then Irene slid her hands along Loveday's body, which was now quivering with excitement.
"Miss Adlerrrrrr," sighed Loveday, as Irene lifted her skirts to reveal her nether garments. Then she drew in a sharp intake of breath as Irene slid off her knickers by clenching them in her teeth and drawing them to the floor...
Dora Myrl could stand no more. Without a word, she went to Loveday and took her turn at exploring that inviting rosebud mouth. Her fingers sought and freed that straining bust from its encumbrance, and her wet tongue traced a snaky path to the rosy aureolas already rigidly engorged with lust.
Loveday was in heaven as her friend's attentions stoked the fires of her ardour. She heard her own throaty moans of inflamed passion, which served only to incite her to greater thrills of arousal.
Irene's tongue was lapping the cream that flowed freely from between Loveday's thick lips. The moist sound of her incessant licking was a powerful aphrodisiac. The musk of combined womanhood was overpowering, inspiring the three women to loftier and loftier heights.
Finally, Irene nibbled at Loveday's erect clitoris. With a deep groan that seemed to emanate from her vagina itself, Loveday felt herself spurt out a great torrent all over Irene's eager face.
Loveday collapsed on her desk, spent. She watched as Dora and Irene, eyes fixed on each other, met in the centre of the room. Exhausted, she managed to roll onto her back as she saw the two women drop to the floor and remove one another's undergarments.
She kept her gaze on them, hands busy at her again fiery sex. The sight was charged with eroticism, each woman's face buried in the other's treasure box if fulfillment. Each had a hand at a now-exposed breast, Dora with her entire palm full and Irene pinching and rolling a nipple with the tips of her fingers.
Their loud panting drove Loveday rapidly once more to the edge, and she could hear her own refrain of "Please...please...please..." burn her ears with heat.
As Dora and Irene escalated their lovemaking, the metallic sound of the knob turning brought Loveday's eyes to the door.
Just then, a veritable chorus of "uh...uh...uhhhhh!" and "oh!...Oh!...OOOHHH!...Unh!" sounded from the frenzied pair. Their noisy climax provided just the stimulus Loveday needed to reach her second orgasm of that night.
"Sarah! With supper! You are just in time..." purred Loveday.
END