Lucius the Club

Michael Allen
Lucius the Club
Michael Allen


Copyright © Michael Allen 2007
The right of Michael Allen to be identified as the author of this work
has been asserted by him in accordance with the Copyright, Designs
and Patents Act 1988 This publication has been made available to the
public under the terms of a Creative Commons licence; for further
details please see page 46
First published in 2007 by Kingsfield Publications 1 Kingsfield Close,
Bradford on Avon Wiltshire, BA15 1AW, England
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This book is a work of fiction. All characters and events are products of
the author's imagination, and any resemblance to real persons or events
is entirely coincidental.
ISBN 13: 978-1-903988-15-2
MY MOTHER showed me the photographs as soon as they arrived.

She came upstairs and knocked on my study door, even though it was
open. Then she stood there, with that slightly vacant expression on her
face which I had come to know meant trouble.
'I think you ought to see these,' she said. 'They were put through the
door a few minutes ago.'
She handed me a brown manila envelope - quarto, we used to call it in
those days. About ten inches by eight. Someone had scrawled her name
on it in capital letters. Ballpoint.
The envelope had already been sliced open, but I gave Mama a quick
glance and I could see that she wanted me to look inside, so I did.
'It seems,' she said, 'that someone has been spying on me.'
Inside the envelope were half a dozen photographs. Fullplate, I think
was the correct term for that size - anyway, they were about eight
inches by six.
I laid them out on the desk.
They were black and white, of course, because this was in December
1960. There were three people in each of the photographs: Mama and
two men.
The men were Brazilians. I knew them slightly. They were a double act
- The Fabulous Rodrigos - acrobatic dancers. They did a cabaret act in
all the best clubs and hotels.
All three participants in the photographs were naked, and they were
engaged in what can only be described as enthusiastic sexual congress.
Very enthusiastic, actually. The best shot showed Roberto entering
Mama from the rear, while she had her mouth round Rodrigo's cock,
looking up at him as if she hoped to please. In every shot you could see
her face clearly. Unfortunately.
In their way the photographs were beautiful, because the two men were

very handsome. And Mama was a film star - literally. There was plenty
of light in the room (no false modesty for these three; they wanted to
see what was going on), and it must have been a warm room because
you could see the glistening of sweat on their skin.
I sighed a little.
We had been through a lot together, Mama and I, and at nineteen I was
just old enough to understand that there would always be something -
some problem that had to be dealt with. But I also had the confidence
of youth, and I was inclined to believe that, whatever the difficulties,
we could always deal with them.
'So,' I said, 'our first blackmailer.'
Mama gave me an apologetic smile. 'I'm afraid so. I'm very sorry.'
'Not your fault,' I said, because she was apologising for the blackmail,
not for having sex.
I took a closer look at the pictures. The room was expen- sively
'Where were these taken?'
'Curly Robinson's flat.'
'Was she watching?'
'No, darling. She wanted to, but I persuaded her to go shopping.'
With money, no doubt.
Curly Robinson was a small-time film actress, married to a rich man.
Their flat was said to be the site for Saturdaynight orgies, and was
rumoured to contain so-called twoway mirrors: some device which
would enable an observer to see what was happening without being
seen themselves.

'So,' I said. 'Curly wasn't watching, but someone else was. With a
'It would seem so.'
Mama sat down in an easy chair, and I swivelled round from my desk
to look at her.
'Was it a set-up? Did the boys take you there?'
'No. I suggested going there.'
'Why there?'
'It was the nearest place, darling. And the boys only had an hour. I
didn't want to waste it.'
I could have sighed again, but I didn't. I was thinking.
'So, you rang Curly and asked for the use of her place. And it took you
a few minutes to get there....'
'So she had time to ring somebody.'
'Either that, or someone was there already.'
'Do we know who it is yet?'
'Yes. We do. Billy
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