Dear Auntie Eleonora

Hope this letter finds you well and that the girls are still doing you proud.

I’m still upholding the family business inside school, and I won’t say I’m doing bad; some girls just have no bloody idea, do they? I do not know where mine would be without me looking after them.

For a start, Marsha is from Lithuania, pretty as a picture, but she can’t hardly write her own name in English, and she just wouldn’t understand what to ask if it wasn’t for me; and then there’s Trish the Blue Brigade girl, tall and imposing – the classic ‘look’, but soft as butter underneath it all, and that’s the kind of girl a gang will hold back from her potential, unless she’s got the right support, and New School Karen – completely the other way, she’s so talented but temperamental with it – the artistic type, and so her own worst enemy.

Just take the first time I saw poor little Marsha, there she was in her beat-up Dockers, with her first sugar-water Mohecan (Punk as well, you see – I do not pre-judge) about to sell her arsehole to this hulking great Heavy for a couple of Yorkies! ‘No!’ I shouted at her, ‘It’s two Yorkies for a hand shandy; get a packet of Hob-nobs off him if he wants your jacksie, and make sure he wears a Durex.’ Honestly! And what did she have to say for herself? ‘I like him!’ As if that’s any way to get rich!

Aren’t people funny though? Trish came up to me – I’d seen a lot of her but not to speak to – she’s Blue Brigade ensign, so always making a good show of herself; she comes up to me meek as a lamb – so embarrassed.

She says she wants to be a dominatrix; ‘Great idea’, I tell her, ‘You’d do really well’ (while I think, I need your new mobile number) – the one thing you do learn in here is how to hit people, right?

But then she asks me, ‘How do I find out how to do electrics? It’s not just whipping blokes and tying ‘em up, Claudie, it’s all sorts: I don’t want to kill nobody!’

This from a girl, who in an extreme moment, nearly strangled Paulie with his own tie.

Of course, with the right connections (that’s not a joke), you can achieve anything, so I had a little word with Louis, and there’s a couple of books brought in, and it all seems simple enough, so I arrange for someone on the outside to find the little black box: No problem, Charlie Richardson himself wouldn’t have turned his nose up. There’s even a young lad in Old School, who has been asking me for weeks on the quiet ‘Claudia, how can I find out what it’s like to get electric shocks off a girl?’, so there’s even a guinea pig to practice on.

So I’ve got it all set up for Saturday afternoon – Saturday morning she comes to me, crying her eyes out, her bloody gang have stuck their oar in, and it’s none of their bloody business – their lieutenant says it’s ‘decadent’.

I had to work bloody fast to get him straightened. I took Luca and Marco and we went and found him. ‘It’s all research’, I say, ‘It can work for both of us; your people have the operator and we have the hardware, we can work together…’

So he agrees, I offer a little sweetener to compensate for ‘imperative oversights’, and the afternoon goes on as planned: Trisha gets her practice, the boy gets his bits fried, and I get a nice little kickback from both of them.

The problem is the sweetener: He wants Karen.

Now, Karen, I should explain, is a specialist; no CP stuff, because she hates it, and no penetrative: She does one thing, and she does it really well – she sucks cock.

She has got such a pretty face for it; that’s half the product: honey blonde hair, dimpled cheeks, full thick lips, and big wide blue eyes; she looks innocent, like butter wouldn’t melt – when in fact it would probably sublime.

She can start with ‘It’s so big; ooh, can I touch it? …can I kiss it?’ and build it up over five minutes, until she’s playing the lucky boy like a trombone.

But the secret is, she loves it and that comes across: Much better for the boy to be blown by a girl he knows is enjoying herself, than one he suspects hates it.

The trouble with Karen, as I say, is she does hate Blue Brigade: she won’t even speak to Trish, and Trish is lovely.

I told her, ‘One boy’s old fella is just the same as any other’ (a bloody lie, of course, but you’ve got to tell a few sometimes) – she wouldn’t have it – go down on the lieutenant was all I wanted, not as if I was asking her to go down the Old Kent Road on bloody roller skates.

I offered to double the fee – I practically offered her her own weight in Yorkies, but no, in the end I just had Luca and Marco in, and I told her ‘You know what’s going to happen, Karen’, and she just shrugged at me, so I nodded to the two boys, they held her over the desk, and I took the cane to her.

It was a good job we were in the cellar because she wailed like a cat with its tail being trod on. I told her she was getting a dozen – to start with – and a dozen she got – good and hard – and it was all it took.

When the boys let her up she was in a real state, tears all down her face, and still crying her eyes out; she hates that cane, and I do know how to use it.

She certainly hated it more than Blue Brigade, because the lieutenant got his blow job, and all is cushty again.

Trish came in to see me a few days ago – ‘Japanese Bondage’ she’s after now (I said to her, ‘What’s Japanese Bondage? Gina’s got a few rope tricks, but that’s just Italian Bondage! Haa!’) ‘How’d your lieutenant like his suck-back?’ I ask, and her face fell a bit, so I persisted, and it turned out, even though Karen done it – and just as usual – blushing virgin to gulping whore in five minutes flat – she just give him this look as she was going, just a look – like she wanted to be sick.

So there; Pippa (you know her, Don Sebastian’s daughter) says Marlene (the Blue Brigade leader) is right off with her now, and it’s all down to that Karen; I would wash my hands of her tomorrow, I would. There’s a school inspector coming soon, and I know Pippa is planning something, but they are not telling me what it is.

This is the worst of it, all I do is try to help a few girls better themselves, and this is all the thanks I get; sometimes I wonder why I bother, I really do.

Quella è vita. Ciao, Auntie.

Claudia