Hertfordshire girls and a honey loving highwayman

Claude du Valle rode as fast as he could and as far as he could before he needed to stop and rest up, his horse rebelling against the constant use of the spur and the lack of food and water. He had ridden some distance, covering the hundred miles between Yorkshire and Hertfordshire in record time. And when he saw the hostelry with its welcoming orange lanterns in the half glazed casement windows he decided to rest for the night. Luckily the stable lad was still about and saw his horse could be taken care of.

Inside the inn was a raucous and raunchy place, with Hertfordshire escorts vying with drunken farmhands and landed gentry to see who could make the most noise. The loud singing drowned out any form of conversation and this suited the Frenchman well, his accent always aroused suspicion and in this part of the world they would have been well aware of the highwayman terrorising the carriages, though their disdain was reserved for his rival, the thug Dick Turpin. Turpin had none of Du Valle’s charm or civility and had been known to kill a man when crossed.

“Stand and deliver!”

Du Valle stepped back in shock when he heard the words, fearing the worst but he could see no sheriff or soldier as he turned to put a face to the voice. He spun round to be confronted by the sight of a nubile, buxom young Hertfordshire escort, a cloth around her face taking the place of a genuine face mask and a toy flintlock in her hand. She had one foot raised, on a stool, and her garter belt was visible. He could see that she had a splendid body and her well turned ankle and narrow hips hinted at the long and lithe legs concealed under several layers of heavy material.

“Cheap Hertfordshire escorts” she boomed, and almost toppled as the effect of copious amounts of gin began to have an effect on the lusty lass. Du Valle noted that behind the overt sexiness and confidence of the busty escort there lay a strange innocence, her eyes mysterious and suggestive of delights to come.

But Du Valle chose to ignore her offer of a dance and instead turned his attention to the bar, laying a five pound note on the polished wooden surface and pointing to a rack which held several room keys and then to a separate rack which contained red wine. The landlord duly took the money and presented him with a room key, the wine and no change... This was a no questions asked or answered type of place and if the money bought silence then that was just fine by him. And perhaps he would be needing the company of a hot Hertfordshire girl or perhaps even hot Hertfordshire girls after all?

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