Story and illustration by Mat
Poem and story idea by Ashley

Lady Ashley enjoyed the monthly high tea at the Clifts with Bitsy Montgomery and the Duke. The scones were buttery, the brie soft and smooth with just the right hint of pungency, and the pekoe steeped to perfection. The conversation about monograms, whales, and mauve brocade was at once witty and refined.

“Need a lift?” asked the Duke as they were departing. “Rollo’s bringing the Rolls around momentarily.”

With a demure smile Lady Ashley declined, deciding not to mention that momentarily means for a moment, not in a moment. “Mustn’t be stuffy,” she said to herself.

She offered a brief but elegant wave to the retreating Rolls and then strolled the several blocks to the warehouse district. A burly chap exiting an alley door seemed suitable.

Yes, nothing like working-class cum to clear the palate.

Some upper class ladies will enjoy
Having hot sex with the hoi-polloi.
But naughty sex below ranks
Does not make ladies skanks.
And their status it doesn’t destroy.

It’s from decorum that they take a break.
It’s not really slumming, for goodness sake.
When grand ladies hob-knob
With a single blow-job.
One swallow doth not a scum-whore make.