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                  After twenty-five minutes of passive observation, John’s resolve began to waver. Seeing his colleagues writhe in drunken merriment, he felt the internal pressure to join the rest of his intoxicated associates. He had always been so serious, and so tightly wound in his academia, that part of him wondered if a small piece of his youth was passing him by. Eventually, as the remaining shreds of hesitation dissipated, he picked up his rag. He coughed a little bit with the first inhalation, but soon after he felt himself wrapped in the sweet arms of ecstasy.
                  Nichols placed a record on the gramophone, and waltzed in place, while Kelly leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. His body felt exceptionally light, like he was floating away, and the melody was so rich, so beautiful, that he was sure he was being swept away on a musical cloud. Kelly placed the rag over his nose once more, and downed a shot.
                               
                  By the time Marcus Eddowes returned, escorting a smoldering dark-haired beauty, a redheaded temptress, and the saucy blonde minx from the stairwell into the private lounge, the influence of Absinthe and undiluted Ether had already overtaken the gentlemen.
                  “Greetings gentlemen,” he said, as the girls fanned out around him, looking with seductive eyes to the handsome young scholars. John looked up from a seat in the corner, and startled from his dream-like state.
                  “What took you so long?” Stride asked in a crass tone, taking a shot from a chair in the opposite corner.
                  Eddowes looked to the dark-haired woman and pulled her in for a deep kiss. “I just couldn’t wait to sample the product.”
                  The girls giggled waiting for Eddowes to continue: “Ladies, in this room are the brightest and most promising minds in criminal justice in the whole of London. I invite you now to pay homage to them in whatever ways you see befitting. Do a job well done, and we can guarantee that you will never receive another solicitation reprimand as long as you live.”
                  The girls smiled and began to divide the room until Edmund held up his hand.
    “No, no, we have all night ladies …why don’t you put on a little show for us first,” Stride said, leaning back in his chair and unzipping the fly of his pants. He took a shot of Absinthe and the girls gathered in the center of the room. Slowly, they began to touch one other.
    “Like this?” the deviant little blonde from downstairs asked, coming up behind the redhead and sending her hand down the girl’s top. She massaged the redhead’s breast, and the girl moaned sensuously on cue, while the blonde passionately kissed her neck.
    Stride bit his lip and nodded, pulling out his large erection without apology.
    Nichols, Eddowes, and Chapman followed Stride’s example, taking drags off of their cigarettes and exposing themselves, as the luscious whores put their mouths on one other. The men fondled themselves as the girls licked, kissed, and nibbled at each other’s sensational bodies. Sounds of lips smacking and soft moans filled the air. The girls writhed back and forth, like trees blowing in the wind, as they helped one another undress.
    Kelly sh ifted uncomfortably in his seat. He had never engaged in anything like this before, but he couldn’t fight the feeling of blood surging to his pulsating member as he watched the erotic display. He took another shot of Absinthe, and inhaled a puff of ether. Masturbation is a sin in the eyes of the church , he thought, and although Kelly rarely succumbed to temptations of the flesh, watching these beautiful creatures before him take part in such carnal pleasures made him want to lose control.
    “Join the fun John,” Stride said, keeping his eyes on the erogenous