0 comments/ 35428 views/ 8 favorites A Life With Ups and Downs By: egmontgrigor2010 CHAPTER 1 Claudette Jones was the only child of a Welsh solicitor and a French cabaret-singer-cum-goodtime girl who reformed at the time of marriage. Claudette had dark hair as a child but by the time she started high school she was a blonde and remained a blonde until she died tragically in 2005. The nature of her death at thirty would not have come as a shock to those who really knew Claudette and they might have thought, 'Once a slut always a slut'. Despite that she was a great kid and grew into a lively and well-liked young woman. Interestingly she'd found benefits in being sluttish. As a senior high school student Claudette appeared to have more pocket money than anyone else in her class and for a time her classmates couldn't understand why she was so popular with the guys and some of the male teachers. At university in southwest England, Claudette was never short of money. Her parents paid her fees and accommodation but expected her to work for her personal upkeep in the belief that would help educate their daughter about the value of money and she would then spend it wisely. So much for theory. "I can't understand how you never ask us for spending money and yet never seem to work at nights or weekends," said her mother, with her French accent all but gone but she still thought like a Frenchwoman. "You have also built up a very expensive wardrobe." "Oh but I do work hard for brief intervals for good reward." "But how?" "On my back mother. I think you French have better understanding of that than the British." Her mother shrieked, 'Omigod." Chantal had to stifle her mirth. She was aware her daughter knew she'd been a cabaret singer before marriage but was supposedly ignorant about her activities much later at night that sometimes continued through to mid-morning. With Dylan her husband being considered for appointment as a judge, Chantal had no wish to have his good name smeared by stupid talk of his wife's sinful activity as a young woman. "My dear I think I understand it but let's not get into that," Chantal said defensively. "Now listen to me about the full precautions you must take and I'll tell you everything I know, er from what my friends have told me, about the less-endearing ways of men sexually, especially when they pay for favors." To Claudette's surprise she found she didn't know everything and she enjoyed listening to some of the disgusting and even horrible incidents involving women in casual sexual relationships. Her mother related those stories so graphically and with so much verve it was as if she had been central to the experience rather relating those stories second-hand. Before too long into this educational chat, the penny dropped for the 19-year-old. When she walked away after her mother had finished she thought rather scandalized, "Oh god, it's inherited." Thinking more about that Claudette recalled a couple of times arriving home and yelling "Mom" and her mother coming out in a robe and looking quite flushed and saying she'd been sleeping. Thinking back on those incidents Claudette dimly recalled sometimes noticing a car parked right outside their suburban home when she arrived from school. "Mother you slut." Claudette had long learned to be discreet so she rejected any thought of confronting her mother about her presumably licentious life in France and about the lovers she'd had since marriage. Her mom was entitled to keep her private life a secret, just as she was. A month later Claudette, who was studying for a BA in drama and French at Bristol University, faced a disciplinary hearing on a charge alleging unacceptable behavior. She'd met the wife of the professor who headed her department at a social function. The wife appeared flirtatious and late into the evening Claudette had drunkenly proposed a threesome with the woman and her husband. The wife Angela had described that as a brilliant suggestion and said she'd set it up. But Angela had second thoughts because late next day Claudette was notified she must appear at a hearing on a charge of disgraceful conduct. The hearing was relatively informal and involved Angela the complainant and Claudette. The young student was aware at worst she faced expulsion although she could challenge that decision and be entitled to have legal representation. However she argued intelligently calling it 'a playful and naughty proposal' between two half-drunk women in a conversation she was sure no one overheard. Angela claimed to have been shocked and felt degraded and Claudette asked precisely when did those emotions grip Angela who said the following morning. Claudette also pointed out that no lewd activity had taken place. The chairman asked had Angela been intoxicated when the conversation she'd complained about had taken place and she agreed she might have been 'a little tipsy'. She admitted at the time she'd described the proposal as a brilliant suggestion. The chairman then conferred with her two associates and then declared there was no case to answer. That close shave taught Claudette to be less proactive about attempting to set up moneymaking liaisons and instead project her availability and let the proposals be made to her. She even learned there could be an upside to close calls. Two days later the same professor called Claudette to his office. She went in with some trepidation but emerged from the office smiling because the professor had invited her away for the weekend and would pay for everything and give Claudette two hundred pounds to have sex with him. During the remainder of her time at university she and the professor had many sinful nights together. The professor was Claudette's first experience with an older man. His dick was huge and that taught her she could take them any size providing she was careful. Compared with younger guys he was in no hurry to get his nuts off and patiently taught his student, albeit for his benefit, how to increase the male's enjoyment of intercourse. This financially rewarding association also provided confirmation just how two-faced women can be, even to other women. Three years later on Claudette's last weekend in Bristol the professor secured his wife's permission to invite Claudette to their weekend cottage near Littleton upon Severn. "How lovely to see you again darling," Angela said, kissing the young girl and her warmth in that greeting seemed to confirm the professor's assurance that his wife had happily approved of Claudette joining them for a social weekend on the eve of graduation. Angela proved to be a real surprise when they arrived at the pretty cottage late Saturday morning. "You two go to the bedroom now and have it off. I'll join you in half an hour after preparing lunch." Angela joined them thirty minutes later, nude and wearing a strap-on. Claudette gulped. But she had a great weekend, one she'd always remember. The thought of having Angela up her butt appeared imprinted on Claudette's brain. After Claudette's graduation her mother was worried about her daughter's appetite for men and had her suspicious confirmed those fee-paying men existed. They kept popping up like tomcats and Claudette felt obliged to act. "Darling your promiscuous behavior worries me now that your father is to become a court judge." "I'll move out." "What out of England?" Chantal said, looking delighted. "I hadn't thought of that." "Darling I know. Go and live with your grandparents in France and continue your studies to gain higher qualifications in French." "And then what?" "Teach French." Claudette wrinkled her nose and said, "I suppose I could do that if you and dad agree to give me a monthly allowance until I finish my studies. It is expensive to live in France." "Of course darling. You could pay my parents board and divide the rest between your study frees and having some real experiences of French living, um outside of your accustomed nocturnal activities." "Okay mom I'll think seriously of doing that providing you tell me about your riotous living in France before you married and how dad first nailed you. My lips will be sealed about this." "Oh god. Who told you?" "Mum you have all of the characteristics of a slut and you know it." "It takes one to recognize one," Chantal sighed. "Grab a bottle of wine and two glasses and come to the lounge." * * * During her lively and very sexually active times living in France, Claudette learned to stick to a Mediterranean diet to maintain her attractively proportion body. As well as gaining a PhD, Claudette felt she'd practically gained a doctorate in sex after exhaustive activity in that field. Part of her learning was those lean and suave Frenchmen depicted by Hollywood are not all that numerous on the ground in France, being vastly out numbered by overweight men, some with moustaches, who seem to think about sex constantly. Claudette's grandmother had been delighted to learn her granddaughter had more than a passing interest in sex and earned good money from it. Grandma had worked in a brothel for almost two years as a young woman. That disclosure had shocked Claudette because one doesn't think of one's fat, bespectacled and almost constantly smiling grandmother being anything else apart from being overweight and always pushing up her glasses and smiling, eager to chat. When grandma's cronies first met Claudette her grandmother soon asked the visitor/visitors to tell the young woman about their sex life with emphasis on anecdotes including misadventures. Claudette become so interest in this she'd recorded notes on her computer about such conversations and her grandmother's memory about Claudette growing up and what she knew about her daughter's sex life. There was no shortage of information, some of it very graphic, painting an over-sexed young woman (grandma's words) who appeared to believe she was on Earth for only one purpose, leaving Claudette thinking of her mother almost in reverence, although not quite ranking her as a Joan of Arc. Shortly before her graduation in France, Claudette received a call from her mom's much younger sister in Dallas. "Darling your mom is worried about you settling back in England. I said why don't you come and stay with us, test the American way of life and see if you could secure a teaching position here. I told Chantal I'd make the suggestion to you because I didn't want you thinking she was attempting to get rid of you. She told me the reason for her concern, you naughty young woman." "You don't mind my side interest Aunt Simone?" "Good heavens no. I still have my little flings as does you mother." Claudette thought, ohmigod, her mother still put it around! What a two-faced bitch. What about her damaging her husband's career? "That's a very generous offer Aunt Simone. Could I get back to you on that?" "Yes of course dear and now you're a young woman please call me Simone. Are you taking this call at home?" "Yes, do you wish to speak to granddad and grandma?" "Yes please darling." * * * Claudette arrived in Dallas from France on a special entry provision to teach French and assist with drama coaching at a private school. She'd been evaluated and approved in France for entry into the United States under educational provisions. She arrived with a three-year teaching contract, the only requirement by the school being she must first live with an approved American family for a month 'to socially and culturally interface' before taking up her appointment. Simone's family was approved as suitable to host her. Simone, who at thirty-five was only ten years older that the new arrival, met Claudette at the airport with her twins who attended senior high school. The three of them were rather astonished to hear the young beauty speak to them with a distinctive American accent. Claudette explained, "I have been living with an American for six weeks, to learn from him how to speak American English." Lucy asked, "An old man?" The reply was given straight-faced: "Yes, he was thirty-two." Simone, Lucy and Zoë giggled. That night Claudette met Sam, Simone's husband, who appeared somewhat unfriendly. Simone told her not to worry, just to ride with the flow. "Your mother has been here with us on three occasions and they often argued. He found her strongly opinionated and bossy and expects you to be the same. He'll soon find you are not at all like your mother in those respects." "I hope so. Living a month in the same house as a guy who looks at me sourly is not my idea of living with a friendly family." Simone smiled and kissed the visitor. "It will take him two days max darling to find just who you are. You have already scored of course. He's looked longer than a glance at your ass and breasts." "Ohmigod, I won't try to bed him Simone, I promise." "I suspect he's seeing someone darling. His pattern of coming home and going out at nights has changed and I'm receiving less attention, if you know what I mean." "Do you mind?" "No providing she's not one of my girlfriends." Two afternoons later the TV program Claudette was watching ended and she went to find Simone. She walked into the bedroom after knocking lightly and heard Simone call, "Come in Claudette." "Ohmigod... sorry to intrude," Claudette cried and began backing out. Her hostess was on the bed nude with her knees drawn up. She had a slim vibrator in her butt and was working a dildo in and out of her pussy. "No come in, it's fine. I was hoping you'd find me doing this. Grab a toy from the box beside this side of the bed and play beside me." "You-you are my aunt." "Who is also a slut. Join me darling. You might like to work the dildo for me while I work my nipples. Strip right off. I'm so eager to see your body. The girls think you look like a film star and have the body to match. Talk to me in English with an exaggerated French accent. That might help get me off. I've not managed to generate a big gush for a while." Later they sat in the kitchen waiting for the girls to arrive. Claudette still felt aroused; she was tingling. "You suck pussy better than most of the guys I've been with," she said, most impressed. "That's lovely of you to acknowledge that," Simone smiled warmly. "You are pretty good. I'll give you some coaching. My approach is to apply a serious of patterns and orchestrate a variety of overlays in combinations of tongue, fingers, breath and different pressures. I think of it as an art form and initially it's not to be rushed." "I'd love you to teach me such things. Will you teach the girls?" "I have thought about it but won't do anything about it until they've turned eighteen next year. Simone provided other cultural immersion for her niece, taking her to galleries and the local museum and Sam took her and Simone to various entertainment attractions and he took Claudette and the girls to football games and a rodeo. Claudette's girlfriends found Claudette very appealing and introduced the visitor to their daughters. Claudette really enjoyed the social life with people a=round her age. Blind dates were also arranged and soon she was known as 'Frenchy' despite having spent most of her twenty-five years in England and news spread that she was a sensational fuck (Claudette didn't charge for sex because she considered herself to be on holiday or rather vacation). The twins adored her and she spent a lot of time at the house with them and they went out as a threesome on walks, to the mall, to swim and to the movies. It was a sad time for everyone, including Sam when the time came for Claudette to leave for Massachusetts. He presented her with a beautiful watch on behalf of the family and Simone was astonished at his generosity. "Are you still saying Sam hasn't been into your pants?" Simone whispered, looking at the watch again as they prepared to enter the SUV to go to the airport. "He hasn't touched me; I swear he hasn't." "Well I have," Simone giggled. "God I'm really going to miss you and not only because of our precious and very intimate times together." Claudette clutched her and burst into tears and the twins came running up to them and began crying and that set off Simone. "Jesus, will you lot get into the vehicle," Sam snorted. CHAPTER 2 Claudette had been sent a promotional video on DVD of the girl's school for girls thirteen to eighteen so knew what to expect and was not disappointed. The building and grounds looked beautifully maintained and the setting was very picturesque. Her fears of being trapped in a coterie of lesbians had eased when she'd learned a quarter of the teachers were male as the swimming and soccer coaches and some other personnel were male. She also was aware the highly rated school was run on the English system of school organization although the curriculum was strictly American. She knew before being taken to the principal to address her simply as 'Headmistress' rather than Miss Kennedy and not to ask for coffee when invited to join Headmistress for tea. "Are you lesbian?" Headmistress demanded over the teacups with an authoritative tone that belied her right to have headmistress used with a capital 'H'. There was no need to panic. Claudette had rehearsed her answer although not having expected the question to come from the school principal. "Actually I'm bi-sexual but favor males," she smiled. "Oh my," Headmistress smiled, having to take hold of her cup because it was shaking on the saucer she was holding. "I consider that a very honest response. I had anticipated you to lie, like so many of these lying lesbian bitches we have here. Young woman, I feel you are one of my teachers I can trust." Claudette smiled and sipped, taking care not to grimace at the taste. Well she was off to a good start. "I shall reward you by switching you to Surrey House rather than Somerset House. Paul and Richard reside in Surrey. Quite overlooking the inference of that, Claudette said the names of those accommodation blocks were names of English counties. "Yes dear, the founder of this illustrious establishment, Miss Bennett came from England, concerned there was insufficient opportunity in the America of those times to receive an education in the classics. Of course these days we conform to American requirements in education." "Are you of English origin Headmistress?" "Only indirectly. My parents and my mother's parents immigrated to Boston where I was born. I was sent to boarding school in England and gained my doctorate in education at Oxford. Were you born in England Claudette?" "No in Wales. I say that proudly but only the British can understand my pride." "I understand it." "Yes of course Headmistress but you are multi-cultural." "Flattery will get you everything young women. Now let's converse in French to see what you've got." Fifteen minutes later Headmistress stood, indicating their time together had ended. "I'm surprised you have used your Royal Dalton tea set Headmistress. It must be worth a small fortune." "My dear you lived most of your life in England and I thought with your father being a judge and you mother being a retired dress designer you may have appreciated the table setting. Well done. I'll call Vera to take you to Surrey and then take you through our establishment. You are simply amazing, beyond my expectations. You speak French like a true Frenchwoman and your grammar is impeccable. You excite me." "Sexually?" "Miss Jones." "I'm noted for my playful humor Headmistress." Headmistress smiled and nodded as if indicating no offence taken. Vera was rather elderly, so shuffled more than walked, so the inspection took two hours but it was time well spent. Headmistress's personal assistant for thirty-two years, Vera was part of school history. She knew everything and everybody and when Claudette asked what about the gossip Vera stopped and peered at Claudette. A Life With Ups and Downs "Can I trust you?" "Of course you can't; trust has to be earned but if I say I promise not to name you as the source of anything you say to me I know I'll keep that promise. It's up to you to decide if that promise is believable." "Do you think Headmistress is a lesbian?" Claudette was genuinely shocked and it showed. "I can't reply to that." "Good I trust you." "Thank you Vera. Please call me Claudette." "Thank you miss." Claudette sighed. She dined that evening in the dining hall with everyone else, sitting at one of the two long tables reserved for Surrey girls. The hall was noisy when Headmistress and Vera entered with Claudette but died as soon as Headmistress raised her hand for silence. "This is our latest recruit, French teacher and drama coach Miss Claudette Jones. Please be kind to her. That's all." The noise resumed bit many eyes remained on her and just before Claudette went to step over the form to sit between two girls, two other girls ran over, jabbering away excitedly to her. They were two French girls at the school for a year as part of student exchange. The noise died as almost everyone watched Claudette kissed both students French-style and then hold a hand of each of the homesick girls and appeared to talk to them kindly. "She's told them this is not something to endue, that being homesick is only an emotion to deal with, that this is an experience they'll relate in pride for the rest of their lives," called a senior French student at the nearby Hampshire table, translating what Claudette had said to the girls. Claudette's Surrey One table began clapping and that spread throughout the hall, almost 400 girls being involved and Claudette noticed teachers were also clapping, as were women behind the food-serving counter. It was a moment she'd never forget, knowing she'd achieved instance acceptance at her first teaching job in America. A dark-haired pasty-faced guy who was a little overweight came up from the head of the table and introduced himself as Paul Moss and he beckoned the guy at the head of Surrey Two table over and introduced him as Richard Glass. Claudette kissed them both, French style, and catcalls and "Ooohs" rang throughout the hall. Only when girls began kissing each other did the one authoritative call ring out, "Girls please don't be asses." New teacher Miss Jones had the entire school under control, and the girls stopped clowning although they remained laughing. Later that night there was a knock on Claudette's door. "Please come in." Paul entered and stood awkwardly when finding Claudette dressed only in bra, panties and French thigh-high stockings. "It's all right. Lock the door. Have you come for sex?" Paul turned back to look at the door. "Answer me Paul." "Um I was hoping to begin to initiate some familiarity. We guys outnumber the women here who do it with men." "I do it with men. Stay and fuck me Paul. Just let me send this email off to my mother and grandmother." "Y-you don't mind talking to me like that with that expectation?" "No Paul. Fucking for adults is a natural act so why complicate it?" "Jesus." Claudette smiled and sat and ended her letter and sent it off. Paul still stood awkwardly. Claudette swiveled her desk chair round and spread her legs. "Come over here and introduce yourself to pussy." Paul all but tripped in his haste to get over to her. He fell to his knees and sniffed and then licked over Claudette's panties. "Pull them aside and make a real introduction to pussy Paul." Paul slobbered, using tongue only until she finally came. "Er what now?" he said, wiping his face. "Do I have to instruct you or can you manage to push that thing of yours into me?" "What while you remain on the chair?" "Yes." "What about your tits. I'd like them uncovered." "You're in charge Paul. Do what you wish." Paul managed to get her off again but she had to finish him with her hand. "God that was great." "Are we finished?" The one-shot guy hung his head. As he was leaving Claudette said, "It's Richard's turn tomorrow night Paul. Please issue the invitation on my behalf and urge him not to be shy." In time the school chaplain and two gays were almost the only guys at the school who'd not been into Claudette's pants at least once. She would only accommodate one guy a night between 9:00 and the curfew requiring all visitors to leave by 11:00. The news that new teacher Miss Jones was a slut spread through the school like wildfire but Claudette faced no charges or even mild reprimands in the three years she remained there. If anything her popularity increased. Three senior girls explained the reason for that during a 'ramble' (an easy walk through fields and woods). With the party sitting in groups for lunch, her threesome revealed they found it difficult to believe Claudette didn't seen to reject advances from any man (their words) when she was such an attractive and lovely woman. They boggled when she replied, "It's only sex darlings and don't grow up believing the good-looking hunks are naturally great at sex. There's not connection between looks and body shape and great sex." Josephine asked in awe, "Then what matters?" Claudette said, "You know teachers here are forbidden to give sex instruction." Trudy said smiling, "This is simply a conversation about genetics." They all laughed. "Just how good a guy is at sex depends on his physical equipment and that needs to be backed by knowledge and honed by practice but I think the most telling point is the extent of his eagerness to please a woman. Just ignore talk about the G-spot or size as most of that talk is just crap. A guy gives clues of how it will be simply by the look in his eyes." "And what else?" Meg asked. "Meg that is encouraging me to give sex education you wicked girl. Now back to reality. This is good food so don't be picky and please eat your crusts." Learning the French language was one of the core subjects at the school, meaning all students had to study it unless excused from taking French classes on acceptable representations by a parent or guardian. Towards the end of Claudette's third year at the school she wrote a play to be presented entirely in French and that was noted in the local press and it became somewhat controversial when revealed it was about a family of nine children living opposite a brothel set some distance out of Nantes. Claudette had approached the project carefully. After writing the play, based loosely on her great-grandmother's upbringing, she'd given it to Headmistress to read and copies were given to the seven board members who all approved of it being staged. When Claudette named her cast Headmistress sent a copy of the play to the parents or guardians or each of the nineteen girls in the cast (some of whom would be dressed to play the role of the father, two or his brothers and the two boys of the family plus a priest and a senior police officer. Three of the girls were to play prostitutes so Headmistress assisting in their casting, having some knowledge of the parents of those girls. Controversy raged in the local newspaper about schoolgirls playing the roles of prostitutes but Headmistress stood her ground and maintained to the news media the critics were ignoring the role in context of the play. She emphasized the three prostitutes had a 'morally uplifting educational experience' in becoming closely associated with the family through their friendships developed with the two oldest daughters. Headmistress was caught in controversy herself when a TV interview from Boston arrived to interview her. To a question why was a play being performed set in France and not Massachusetts she replied, "Oh how boring that would be. This is an exciting play, an educational experience for our French students to publicly express their competency in the expression of the French language and French culture. It would have been set closer at home but our inspirational Welsh-born French teacher who wrote the play happens to have lived in France and has relatives there and has never been to Quebec." "So Massachusetts and Quebec are boring? Headmistress snapped at the male interviewer, "Think what you like." "Is that an un-American attitude?"" "Oh please don't be mired in your own insular stupidity." TV screens were set up in the dining hall that evening and were switched on for the TV news, something quite unprecedented at the school. It was done on Headmistress's order. She wished the entire school to see what an ass she'd made of herself during the interview. She fully expected to be vilified by bigots and supporters of the TV station's award-winning journalist who'd conducted the interview. The TV newsreader said after the first two items had screened, "Today we sent our intrepid reporter Mark Hamlin to a highly-esteemed Massachusetts's girl's school where parents spend small fortunes to have their daughter's taught and to live under an English-school type of communal living. The school is preparing to stage a play in French about a family living opposite a brothel. There has been controversy locally about young girls being forced to act and even watch such a school play. Our Mark interviewed the school principal and said he received a flea in the ear." The cameras rolled and some of the girl's screamed, "There's our school." A series of shots followed against the background of the school choir singing the school song, that singing being taken off a film clip held in the TV achieves from the school's 75th jubilee. One shot showed Headmistress freshening up her lipstick in preparation for the interview. She winked at the camera. It was an aggressive interview from the start. "What controversy?" Headmistress responded after the interviewer asked for her reaction to the controversy that was 'ripping your small neighborhood town apart'. "That's just people jumping in and talking anxiously about something they know nothing about Mark. That's not real controversy. Please keep this interview in perspective." The girls in the dinning hall cheered and clapped but there was a nervous hush when Mark gritted, "So Massachusetts and Quebec are boring?" But moments later there was a thunderous cheer after Headmistress had retorted ""Oh please don't be mired in your own insular stupidity." That was a comment that would be replayed in a condensed version of the interview by TV stations throughout America and in many English-speaking countries and the full interview was broadcast in England and France. Headmistress that evening was seated at Kent Two. Claudette rose to look anxiously at Headmistress and was relieved to find she was smiling although looking quite taken aback. Others around Claudette rose and soon everyone stood to give Headmistress a standing ovation. She stood and everyone sat and became quiet. "Thank you girls. That smart-ass interviewer riled me and I felt like putting him across my knee and paddling his backside. Fortunately I made do with a snide insult and shamed myself for going against my example of teaching you all to act as young ladies. I ask you all to not be carried away emotionally by this as if we lose the respect of our community and present and prospective parents then we are done for, at least under my stewardship. Perhaps it's best that I pull the play." "No," cried Camille, the French exchange student who was to play the mother of the family. She began talking excitedly and rapidly in French, her passion rising. "That's enough Camille," Claudette said in French. "As director I accept you have put everything into playing your part and you are an inspiration to us all. Please resume your seat." Camille sat weeping and her friends quickly gathered around her. "Look, look," someone called excitedly pointing to a TV screen. "That reporter is coming back on to make a special announcement." "Hi I'm Mark Hamlin who ten minutes ago brought you that interview with Headmistress Anna Kennedy. We a getting scores of calls critical of me for being so rude to Miss Kennedy and how right she was to identify me as a buffoon. I believe I erred and those people are correct. I apologize for being a buffoon Miss Kennedy and I sincerely hope your school play is a great success. Thank you." There was a huge buzz in the school dinning hall as that apology was announced. Headmistress stood. "Hear me out everyone. I was on the verge of becoming a buffoon myself. My thoughts of pulling the play are hereby cancelled." She was cheered and the red-faced and screaming Camille scrambled over two tables sending dishes and table settings flying to reach Headmistress whom she hugged and kissed, crying copiously. "You girls, you have now seen how the French can truly react," said Headmistress. "I have visited France several times and was there a year on student exchange so I can tell you, Camille is simply being French. Isn't it sweet or perhaps a bit much for we Americans." The girls clapped Headmistress and Camille. "Camille you chose the order of tables going up for dessert," said Headmistress. "The beautiful Claudette's table goes first," Camille announced. "She is beautiful in spirit as well as in appearance and is, someone I admire greatly." "Ooooh," chorused her girlfriends and that rocked the hall in laughter as the twenty students and two teachers at Surrey One filed over to collect their choice of dessert. * * * Dean Powell chaired the emergency meeting of the board. "You were right to call for this meeting Headmistress. What is your recommendation?" "Miss Jones has suggested opening night and second night as planned be reserved for the school and that we run for two more nights, with tickets being sold on a first-come basis, parents being given priority, and then that's it. I agree with her and say protocol suggests the French Ambassador and his small party take front-of-house setting on opening night." There was discussion and that was agreed. "Judging by the din in the dinning hall the acoustics in there are quite good," said the chairman. "Or quite awful. It's a matter of perspective," said Headmistress. Mr Powell said he suggestion was nights three and four be staged in the dinning room. "We'll have a higher stage than usual because seating will be flat. Dinner for pupils could be served at 5:00 on those evenings to give more time to make the hall ready. We'll get at least 500 people seated in there each night." Joe White who operated a building supplies center said, "I'll donate the materials and get in volunteer builders to lay a temporary sloping floor to give patrons a better view of the stage." That generous offer was accepted. "I still can't understand why so many people want to see the play," said the chairman. Probably most will not be capable of following conversational French." "They'll be coming to see scantily-clad buxom Miss Roux putting a new face on prostitution and wondering if our novice playwright/director can generate sufficient drama to pull off a production that otherwise would be unintelligible to them," sniffed Mrs Roach, an attorney and a selectman on the board administering the nearby town. "The photograph of those two that appeared in our local newspaper has also been used in the Boston Globe. It was a rather appealing photograph." "Well whatever," said the chairman. "We have the opportunity to augment school funds out of this." The four-night production was a success, pleasing those who attended. The sauciness of the mother, the three prostitutes and her two eldest daughters caused much laughter and the production drew warm praise for the director because the audience left with a 'feel good' reaction because the family had reformed the three young prostitutes who took up regular employment. Camille Roux who acted outstandingly as the mother received rousing applause at the second curtain call at the end of the production as did the playwright/director. A very complimentary review of opening night appeared in the Boston Globe and the reviewer reported that the delighted French Ambassador had presented the school with a magnificent painting for the main foyer at the school as well as twenty French-English dictionaries. At coffee after the third staging ended and when most people had left, a beautifully dressed woman approached Claudette and said in English with a French accent, "Would you consider coming to New York to work for me?" Claudette smiled and said she already had employment. "Our company imports a huge arrange of French products and many of our suppliers come to New York to see how we promote and distribute their products and they wish to continue on to personally meet main distributors about supplying them directly from France. It takes business away from us but we become rewarded through generous penalty clauses in our contract with them. Many that do leave find using us as an agency is more economic and effective that their own efforts and they come back to us." "Do you mean imports such as cosmetics, tableware, kitchenware and clothing?" "Yes, high-end market items but not clothing. Instead add jewelry and very expensive bric-a-brac that may eventually become family heirlooms." "Well I could be interested." "Come to New York this weekend and stay with me and my husband André. I became interest in you a fortnight ago when in Boston and saw your photograph in a newspaper and read about your enterprising move. I employ three hostesses plus a chief hostesses but the principal position has been unfilled for almost a year. I have tried Frenchwomen but with little success. After a few months they wish to move back to France. I thought I should engage you because although you are British you appear more French than French if you know what I mean?" "I think so. You see me as having adapted to the American way of life." "Yes and I have heard you speaking answering people here who have spoken to you in French." "Does being a hostess involve having sex with clients?" "Well we could talk about that in New York." "Please answer me Mrs Du Bois. You really have nothing to lose." "Well it is preferable my hostesses have at least some intimacy with clients who desire it. However it is not a condition of employment." "That's fine. I have no problem having sex with men I feel comfortable with." "But not with my husband." "Write that in my contract if I decide to come to work for you Mrs Du Bois," Claudette giggled. "Yes, Mrs Du Bois said thoughtfully. "You appear perfect to work for me." "I would have to wait till the end of the school year." "Not a problem." CHAPTER 3 Claudette began working for the Du Bois Corporation in mid-August after spending some of the summer with her parents in England and then with her grandparents in France, her mother coming and staying for Claudette's final two weeks before returning to America. Mrs Du Bois met Claudette at the airport in a chauffeured hire limo. "Hi dear, please call me Emmaline. I am so please you have returned." "But I have a contract with you." "People who break contacts usually hire excellent attorneys." Claudette smiled and said she'd also promised she'd start in mid-August. "Indeed you did and I must say I believed you. André wanted you to live with us but I knew what that was about. I have secured you a lovely but small apartment within reasonable walking distance from our offices." "Thank you. I must say from what you've told me Andre is a little too old for me." "I'm glad to hear that darling. I think he's a little too old for me but then I do have the use of his money. He is very wealthy. Without him I'd have no enterprise to direct." A Life With Ups and Downs "Men can be so useful." They laughed and Emmaline said she believed Claudette would be great with their male clients because her manner was so appealing. "I would be prepared to be intimate with women if they were appealing and offered good money." "Well I didn't expect that. Ah always insist on cash as you won't wish your undeclared income to be traceable." "Oh thank you for your wisdom or is it simply experience?" Emmaline laughed and called her new recruit a saucy young woman. * * * Claudette had a meeting with the other three hostesses, Bethel being Boston-born had previously worked as a model and dancer, Nevada had lived most of her life in LA and had played small parts in half a dozen films and Nattacha was the illegitimate daughter of a Belgium man and a Thai woman and had been raised in Hong Kong by her abandoned mother. They appeared suspicious of Claudette. "I imagine you are not too happy having a new boss who is younger than all of you. Please briefly tell me about yourselves, speaking in French, starting with you Nevada. When they had finished Claudette said, "All three of you speak excellent French, especially you Nattacha. Did you mother speak French?" "Yes and Thai and English and Cantonese." The other two women looked at Nattacha in surprise. "That is most impressive Nattacha. Part of my role is to assign duties, to share the hostess workload and to raise your standards of hosting and help you cope with any pressures you come up against. Even so we are a team. Do you all understand that?" "Well I'm not going to be told what to do." "Then perhaps you should resign before I move to get you fired Nevada." "Fired?" "Yes for insubordination or perhaps more correctly being uncooperative to your manager, thereby creating an unworkable relationship." "I'll complain to Mrs Du Bois." "Can it Nevada," advised Bethel. "This chick appears to know what she'd about." Nevada looked uncertain. "I'll earn your respect by what I do, not be threatening to have you fired Nevada. The reality is we are employed to be guides and to act like high-class whores. Therefore I must insist on professional standards and try to take care of your health, welfare and above all your safely." "We have been told we must be more than nice to female clients who want that," Nevada scowled. "What about you other two; are you prepared to do it with females?" "I tend to think I prefer females," Bethel said while Nattacha said. "I'm happily being bi. I really enjoy it if the wife joins in." "Well I'll try to make assignments that accommodate your preferences. I am male oriented but if a female has to be fucked then I'll do it." "That leaves me happier," Nevada said. "What about big groups?" "We'll send them to a whorehouse." The women laughed. "Who logs the assignments?" The women looked at Claudette curiously. "Didn't Mrs Du Bois say you have a PA who mothers us, Mrs Laurence?" "That didn't come up Bethel. She spoke to me more about raising standards and by that she mentioned personal appearance and speech. I imagine she thought I was too young to teach you three how to perform fellatio." The three women were in danger of falling out of their chairs they were laughing so much. "You are nothing like Miss Jacobs was," Nattacha said. "She just lorded over us, giving us our assignments and then would pluck hair or file and paint her nails. She only went out on emergencies. What do we call you?" "Claudette and even in front of clients. I'm just your boss in terms of a team leader with management responsibilities to work you effectively and perform to the credit of this corporation. Now who wants to take me around and introduce me to people including Mrs Laurence?" All three said they would so Nevada said, "Take Nattacha. She is popular and knows everyone." Claudette asked, "Do you agree with that Bethel?" "Yes and I must say I'm beginning to like you already. You have style and there's an aura of fairness about you." "Thank you Bethel. I find that most encouraging. I hope we can all become friends without having to sleep together." They all laughed. * * * Claudette went out with her first client, the son of the owner of a plant that made specialist pillows for hospital patients with head, neck and spinal injuries. Leon was forty-three, married and was a little shy of Claudette. She'd read his profile and knew he was married with two children so guessed sex was not on the agenda. Wrong. After eating he asked, "Would you prefer coffee here or at my hotel?" "A change of environment would be welcome so I choose your hotel." They reached the hotel and Leon said, "Coffee at the restaurant or up in my room?" "Oh in your room of course." "Why do you say that?" She smiled and said he might find it difficult seducing her in the restaurant." "Seducing?" "It's your call. I'm very attracted to you." "Attracted?" "Yes." "But you expect me to pay?" "Six hundred dollars for three hours or sooner if you can't last the distance. Cash." "Okay, let's go," he said, taking her hand. "I have been eyeing your breasts since we first met. My wife she has pimples for breasts." "It might be best that you don't think about your wife; just think about me and what you would like to do with me." Leon smiled as they entered the elevator. He said in English, "I'd like to fuck all three holes." Claudette watched the two other couples in the elevator move as far away from them as they could. She spoke in French saying she'd like that. What was his preference? "Anal," Leon grinned, again speaking in English. "I think I'm going to faint," said one of the women. Her companions gathered to support her. Claudette and Leon left at the eleventh floor and heard one of the men shout, "You disgusting French bastard." "They are not very polite Americans are they?" Leon said, placing an arm round Claudette and taking a big handful of breast. "They will be devotees of some kinky religion I should think who only fuck for the purpose of conception." "My wife belongs to that sect," Leon said grinning. Claudette felt sure he was lying. His erection appeared about ten inches long and was slender and dripping. "Wow." "You like it?" he smiled. "Oh yes." "So does my mother. She has enormous breasts and loves being tit-fucked." Claudette looked at it again and decided no way would she allow him to try to get all that up her butt. She sucked him off and when his groaning finished he said, sounding in awe, "You are the champion, yes?" Unsure what to say Claudette simply shrugged. "And very modest." She clamped around his dick when he had it all in her and thought that was the farthest she'd had a dick up her because it had touched her cervix until that part of her appeared to retreat. After he'd napped for a while he stirred and she asked, "Are you finished?" He yawned and said not until he'd blown cum up her butt. "You have to wear a condom." "I know but I'll imagine ejaculating unrestrained." "I can take no more that five inches." "Okay, my two sisters got me used to that restriction." Claudette gulped. His sisters? Was he lying to her?" She bent her back and pushed back on to him and that greater angle prevented him from attempting to get it all up her. Even so she was sure the end of the condom had reached a new depth of condoms up her rear channel. Fortunately the dick was slender. He was struggling to get off so she talked dirty to him and she reached round to squeeze his balls. He grunted and groaned, pulsating inside of her until he pulled out and asked, "How many times have you got me off tonight?" "Six." "I thought that was the number. It's a new record for me." "It's the air of Manhattan." "It's you. Claudette you have the art of a noble seductress." She stood to leave and he held out a bundle of bills. "There's a thousand. You have given me an incredible night and to my surprise you allowed me to tongue you and you often full-mouth kissed me." "Well you deserved to be fucked properly Leon. You were a paying client and were very pleasant to me." "I know guys who'd think nothing in paying you five thousand in American dollars for the privilege of fucking you all night." On the cab ride to her apartment Claudette decided she could offer to stay with a VIP till dawn for a fee of $3000. She'd be too nervous to ask for $5000, fearful of being jeered at and even worse, rejected. During the next few weeks she had eight clients who paid the $3000 fee, one of them only managed to ejaculate twice but he appeared happy when she got him off for the second time just before dawn after he'd rolled her over to show his half-up morning erection. She placed her cash earnings in secure deposit but telling no one about that secret cache in fear of being exposed to the IRS. * * * Claudette's mother emailed suggesting her daughter come home in July and in France she'd take her to her old haunts and describe her dancing career and social life of the days prior to her marriage. Claudette asked Emmaline to be allowed to take off all of the month of July to go to France on extensive vacation but was refused. "What does your contract say about vacations?" "All public holidays plus two weeks leave on pay. I'll take the second two weeks without pay." "I'm sorry but I need you here. You are too valuable to me to be running around European. Good heavens Claudette, I have a business to run." Chantal was disappointed but suggested Claudette spend all her time in France and not go to England, that she'd get Dylan to go over on two weekends to spend time with his wife and daughter in France. Claudette sighed and agreed that make sense. She was really angry with Emmaline and realized Emmaline was no longer as friendly to she as during the first couple of months and had began to insist Claudette that host some of the corporation's favored clients rather than sharing some of those big-spending clients with the other three hostesses. Claudette had a wonderful time in France visiting her mother's former haunts and she make full notes about how the premises were in those days, how the sex was managed and noted the adventures and misadventures in awe. As soon as she returned to New York Claudette give a month's notice with her resignation from the corporation. "You may as well go now," Emmaline seethed. "I can't believe how ungrateful you are." "Well pay me off now and I'll go as soon as I confirm my money is in my bank account." "I'll do that you bitch." As soon as Claudette confirmed the money owed to her was in the bank she left, not saying goodbye to general personnel but she invited the other three hostesses and Mrs Lawrence her assistant to dinner at a hotel that night, apologizing for such short notice. They all turned up and were shocked to learn Claudette's resignation had taken immediate effect. For a month Claudette responded to advertisements placed by recruiting companies but settled on none of them because either she didn't meet the prospective employer's requirements or she didn't like the employer or the job and conditions had been exaggerated in the advertisements. She decided to return to England but then thought why, what was there for her? She had plenty of money stashed away so then had the thought of attempting to write a novel based on her mother's life and her life to date, creating an amalgam, but with places and names and even circumstances changed for legal protection. "Yes a great idea," she enthused aloud and went out and purchased publishing software to make it easier for her and to ensure her manuscript, if she ever finished it, would impress publishers dealing with her 'hot' proposal. CHAPTER 3 The editor who had been talking to Claudette about her manuscript called and said the executive editor wished to see her. "Tell her yes and a meeting over two-hour lunch would be appreciated." "You have no hope of that happening." "Oh yeah, so why does she wish to meet me? Just float it as an idea Jennifer. I enclosed my photograph with my proposal. Do you still have that?" "Yes." "Then kindly show it to her." "The executive editor is a Mr Hamilton who is divorced and a little grumpy. If in a mood he'll definitely not be a genial luncheon companion." "Ignore that negativism Jennifer. You know me, tell him I'm sexy and that might make him think I'm worth a two-hour lunch." Jennifer sighed and said she'd make an effort. She called back with a time and place to lunch with Mr Hamilton next day. He wasn't sure he could spend two hours over lunch on a working day. "Take that as spending four hours, Claudette said aloud after the call ended. "Two hours for lunch and two hours to fuck me." Claudette got that right. Robert Hamilton was already sitting at the table drumming his fingers when she arrived. He noticed the stir and then the woman in a black lace dress that ended two inches above her stocking tops began walking towards him. Robert gaped and ran a finger round inside his collar thinking Jesus what a great fuck she would be. "Hi Miss Jones. I'm Robert Hamilton," he said, having stood to greet her. "Hi Bob." That made him wince. Only his best friends were allowed to call him Bob. "You look sensational attempting to imitate a slut but that picture you submitted was crap. We'll have a professional photographer do you justice." "Have you been thinking am I wearing panties?" Robert ran that finger round inside his collar again. He looked around nervously and saw people nearby looking at them. Christ they had heard her. "I'm not into playing games Miss Jones." "Oh Bob please call me Claudette. Why are we in a French Restaurant? Is this some sort of test of my credibility?" Bob's face reddened. "I see." Claudette caught the eye of the maitre d' and spoke to him rapidly in French, not looking at Robert. The man looked at Robert angrily. "Sir I must ask you to leave our restaurant immediately." "What? I can't believe this. This is supposed to be a reputable restaurant. I have been here many times before." "I recognize you sir but you'll have to leave. This lady has accused you of being a pervert." "A what?" "A pervert sir," the maitre d' said, beckoning over a waiter. He said that loudly and Robert was conscious many other patrons were looking at him." "What have I been accused of?" Robert blustered. "You asked this young woman to pull out her breasts and smear them with sauce and then to bend over you for you to lick it off while she was instructed to jerk you off." Robert slumped into his chair appalled. Never in his life had he been embarrassed like this. Claudette spoke rapidly to the maitre d' in French. Now he looked embarrassed and the waiter was grinning lewdly. "Sir I apologize. This woman now says this was all a big tease, that she simply wanted you to notice her sexually but all you appeared interested in was some stupid book. Would you and you miss please come to the owner's unoccupied table that is out of the way so these good people around here can lunch without your disruptive company? A bottle of complimentary champagne ought to go down well I should think sir because you appear to be an innocent victim." When they were seated Robert patted his brow with his napkin. "God you are a dangerous bitch. I thought I was in serious trouble for a few moments. But at least it convinces me you are genuine. The maitre d' is a Frenchman." "A genuine what?" "A full-on woman who can write graphically and rather obscenely and your work suggest to me an autobiographical content." "Oh good. I had no wish to misrepresent myself. When you have finished here take me to a hotel where I can fuck you." Robert grabbed his napkin and patted his brow and neck. "What madness," he croaked. "Yes it is unless you have a better idea." Robert ignored that. "This French company that imports American high-end goods into France and employs high-class hostesses to fuck American businessmen arriving to check on the extent of distribution of their products and the quality of the agency's service. Does such a company exist?" "Not to my knowledge." "And your heroine who goes to France to teach English at a private boy's school and they put on a play about priests at a large church allowing three prostitutes to jerk them off while they attempt to negotiate the reform and thereby salvation of those three prostitutes, does such a sordid situation exist?" "Not to my knowledge."' "Why does your heroine's mother sing cabaret until 2 a.m. and then work on her back in a camper van outside a hostel for visiting athletes until breakfast time when she is already a wealthy woman in her own right?" "Re-read the chapter that describes that. I clearly state she donates that money earned from sex to a charity that cares for aged retired prostitutes and she constantly seeks sex because she is addicted to sex." "No woman really likes sex enough to go looking for it?" "I do." Robert gazed closely at Claudette and then asked rather hopefully, "Are you serious about what you said a few minutes ago?" "What was that?" "That if I book an hourly room at a hotel you'd fuck me." "Yes of course. You like sex enough to pay for it don't you." "Yes, most men pay for sex. How much?" "I'm very professional Robert. Six hundred bucks for up to two hours." "How much for one hour?" "Six hundred bucks." "Jesus." "Well don't bother if you think I'll be too much for your Bob." "I'll take you for two hours. Let's eat mains and then go." * * * Claudette took his rock-hard fat and not particularly long dick in her hand and cupped his hairy balls, thinking no wonder the guy was grumpy. The trauma ending in divorce appeared to have left him pussy shy, at least that was her theory. "This appears to be self-abused," she had provocatively. "Haven't you been feeding any pussy?" "Your cheeky bitch," he growled, ramming a third finger into her. She just smiled. Claudette had the feeling he still doubted her book was her thinly disguised autobiography. Actually it was based on the sexual experiences of her mother and herself, not that she'd be claiming that. If she could convince him she really was a slut he'd offer big money on top of the $5,000 she'd been advanced to complete the novel. His reason for wishing to meet her was to check her out before making his final decision. For that reason she had to convince him some of the things she'd written about were feasible. Bob must be a missionary man. So she hung the quite well hung Bob out to dry. After gushing her into his mouth Bob plowed missionary. He then rolled off to rest but Claudette rolled on to him and ordered him to participate in a sixty-nine and he did so uncomplaining. An hour later and two more ejaculations from him she got on to her hands and knees and bent her head to look between her legs and called, "I want more Bob." "Let me rest for a while." She didn't reply so her looked up and saw her fingering her pussy and her tits was swaying provoking a sudden rush of interest. "God you look great doing that," he croaked and yawned. "Give it to me up my ass Bob." Judging by the rush of blood to his face, and hopefully to his dick, Claudette the slut thought never in his life had Bob had such an offer. He jumped to accept, knocking her flat and so she had to reposition. "We'll need lube," he said, taking the condom. "Work me for half a minute first with one finger and then two darling and you'll then be able to push straight in to the hilt. My scores of lovers have made me a big girl anally. A Life With Ups and Downs "Jesus," he gulped, looking rather tired but claimed, "I looking forward to this."" As soon as the two hours were almost up, Claudette shook Robert awake and kissed him goodbye. "What day is it?" he yawned. "We have been here two hours. Forget about paying me that six hundred Bob, just make sure you reward me for my great book." "It isn't great but will sell well," he said. "You really are a slut." "Oh darling what a lovely thing to say to me," Claudette said, dribbling saliva into him open mouth to ensure he remembered her. Three days later Bob called Claudette. The chairman has approved me offering your $120,000. You'll have to work with me; I want you to lengthen some of your descriptions of full-on sex and to jazz up some of those incidents of Stella pursuing men to fuck." "No problem darling. I'll move in with you for a couple of weeks and attend to those re-writes while you go to the office for a few hours." "You will? You have reawakened my interest in sex." "That pleases me Bob. Oh I want $150,000 for the book." "One-thirty." "Bob you offered me one-thirty so I'm sure the chairman authorized you to go to one-fifty. Settle at that and you have two weeks of uninhibited sex at your fingertips." Claudette waited and heard Robert's breathing rate pick up until he said, "Okay, we have a deal. We begin our two-week liaison as soon as the contract is signed." "Thank you Bob. How's you dick this morning?" Claudette ended up living with Bob for almost six months but much of the last six weeks were spent on the road promoting her book and appearing on TV discussion panels. During a TV late-night interview she was asked had she ever charged for sex? "Oh no darling, that would make me a whore. I have had this great desire to open my legs for what the English call, 'Likely lads'. Only one at the time of course, oh apart from special occasions." Within the hour of that live interview the TV station had received calls from thirty males claiming when they had sex with Claudette she charged them and the figures quoted in the claims ranged from fifteen to one thousand bucks. The TV station broke that story next day during peak TV viewing time and had Claudette back before a camera again. She said dismissively, "Those jerks are lying or dreaming. The type of male who pays me for sex would be too much of a gentleman to reveal that publicly." The interviewer pounced. "Then you admit you charge men for sex." "Please don't exclude women in your outrageous question darlings. You were mistaken, taking the inference I charge for my favors. I was simply speaking hypothetically. I regard sex as a recreational activity darling, not a charge-out vocation. Until writing my book I always was in paid fulltime employment." Public debate broke out and the media conducted polls on whether or not the public believed Claudette charged for sex or should charge for it for just say nothing. The majority of respondent chose the option she should say nothing. Books sales soared and reprints were ordered. As the promotional activities ended Claudette received a call from Emmaline Du Bois who sounded very stressed and invited her to lunch. Although Claudette was thinking about returning to work whereas Robert was pressing her to begin a new novel, she had no idea why Emmaline would want to see her again and so was intrigued. They arrived almost together and kissed lightly...just a brush of lips. "First I must say what a cow I was treating like I did. For that I'm sorry." Ah the bitch wants me to write her autobiography, Claudette thought as she smiled and accepted the apology. Claudette nibbled at her food and had only one and a half glasses of wine because she was fighting a weight-increase problem. When she refused more wine, Emmaline waved the waiter away and said down to business. "I need you back with me." "Oh yes?" "Nevada and Bethel walked out on me three days ago over a pay dispute. I'm afraid I didn't handle it well." "So nothing has changed?" Emmaline smiled icily and said, "I see despite your brief moments of fame you have retained your cuteness." "Thank you." "I have appointed two new hostesses and promoted Nattacha to the position of chief. My proposal is I re-engage you to work solely with my VIPs." "I see. On what terms?" ""You name them. "Claudette took a deep breath. "One is that I never go into the offices. I have my new public image to maintain." "Agreed." "You give me all of July as paid vacation and I'm not required to work during that month no matter what circumstances arise." "Agreed." "Finally, you triple my previous salary." "That's absurd, uncalled for. These VIPs will heap you with largess. I know because I worked as chief hostess before André married me and took me in as equal partner." "Well I guess that ends our negotiations." Emmaline breathed through her nose heavily. "And people call you sweet." "Oh but I am and you know it." Emmaline stewed and finally said, "I'll pay you that money provided you live with André and me and you sleep with me." Claudette eyed the forty-eight year old. "I assume your tits are dropping and thighs thickening." "Yes." "And that I should not expect tenderness from you." "Correct." "And that your bedroom is away from André's/" "Correct. He's a spent force and anyway I have come to prefer women." It was Claudette who was now breathing heavily. "What am I expected to do with André?" "In the unlikely event of him asking you to jerk him off then do it. Otherwise just be civil with him and allow him to take you for walks when you are without appointments and to lunch out with him. Lunch is his big social occasion these days. Although he's seventy-six he acts like he's eight-seven but you'll get used to him." "You promise not to be mean or overly rough with me in bed?" "I promise." "Then I accept." Five days later Claudette moved into André and Emmaline's magnificent apartment in Upper East Side and met André for the first time. "You are aware I am to sleep with your wife?" "Yes and she said that was her demand in response to your big salary demand." "You can tolerate me coming in here and having sex with your wife?" "Yes there have been others though none of them have lived here. I'll make up my mind about you on other aspects of your behavior. You look as good as that sensational photograph of your on the back cover of your paperback. "Did you enjoy it?" "Yes. It was very graphic descriptively, maintained excellent pace, held my interest and the sex came close to exceeding believability at times but did not exceed it and that's good writing." "You appear intelligent if I may say so. I think I shall enjoy talking and lunching with you and you might enjoy my company." "I haven't invited you to lunch with me." "Oh but you will." He chuckled. * * * That night Claudette went into the bedroom to find the taller Emmaline standing nude, waiting for her. Claudette was dismayed. "Ohmigod do you mind if I trim that bush? ""Very well but undress first." Claudette giggled. "No there'll be no fooling around while I have scissors in my hand. Oh your tits don't droop quite as much as I expected and your skin still look great." "That takes expensive maintenance as you will find from now on, being in your thirtieth year." Emmaline locked the door and handed her new lover scissors. When her pubic hair had been trimmed she led Claudette to the bed. They kissed gently and as that increased in intensity their mouths opened and their flicking tongues touched and entwined. Emmaline fell on to the bed, drawing Claudette down beside her and whispered, "Probe me with two fingers darling. You may be quite rough. It takes some effort to get me off these days." Claudette wondered about lube because Emmaline was rather dry but that soon changed and the squelching sounds excited them both. "Deeper, deeper," Emmaline urged. That was achieved easily although the vagina was much smaller than Claudette had expected. They both liked tonguing and that continued, the excessive dribble being ignored and Claudette felt both her nipples being tugged and the pussy was now thrusting against her hand. Eventually and panting a little, Emmaline rolled her butt up high and she urged, "Get more fingers in my pussy, get your whole hand in if you can. Claudette could only manage to penetrate with four fingers. Emmaline was groaning and they were both sweating and as soon as Claudette stroked over the clit with her free thumb Emmaline jerked repeatedly and climaxed, biting her wrist to stifle her screams. "God you are good," she said gratefully. Emmaline rolled Claudette on to her back and angled their leg nearest the window so their pussies were rubbing each other. Both women were now leaking and as Emmaline began pulling her pussy across Claudette's and humping Claudette's leg and panting heavily, both of them sweating, Claudette lifted her head and shoulders and began heaving about because the pussy rub was getting her off. She propped on her extended arm and had lifted to allow Emmaline to see her enjoyment as her mouth opened very wide and her eyes closed and her head fell back and she came in a gush, triggering Emmaline into her encore. They fell together and Emmaline cleared the leakage from around Claudette's vulva. Showing now signs of tiring she rolled Claudette's butt up high and then licked the anus until it softened and then worked her tongue inside while Claudette slapped and fingered her pussy until she panted into her encore. "That was great, wonderful." Claudette said truthfully. Emmaline smiled. "I had expected to have to train your but you really are very good. Would you like it up the butt with a strap-on?" "That's quite enough for tonight if you don't mind. Let's do that tomorrow night. I also want your ass. Gee that was good. I was a little apprehensive, thinking you'd dominate me too much but you remained patient and considerate." "Speaking of domination, wait to I have my strap-on working you darling but then you'll have your chance for revenge when you strap on the harness." Emmaline shook Claudette awake in the morning and said kindly it was time for a sixty-nine but to go off for a pee first. "We have an hour to play." CHAPTER 4 Emmaline and André took Claudette to an expensive restaurant to celebrate her thirtieth birthday sedately. On the Saturday some of Claudette's friends took her out and they had the noisy party Claudette usually had to mark her birthdays. A warm friendship had developed between André and his houseguest and although Claudette was aware Emmaline was jealous about that she decided not to rein in. All Emmaline had to do was to take greater interest in her husband and the partly shredded bond between husband and wife would probably repair. She went to England and then France for ten days, the return first-class air ticket being Emmaline's birthday present. The two women, who were now fucking with the skill and detachment of a married couple, had a great orgy the night Claudette returned from France. Emmaline had had a sauna installed in the space in the extra large bathroom that had been designed to accommodate it. The two women oiled up and in the heat of the sauna went at it like sluts, sweating copiously and slipping and sliding that provided their most rewarding night of passion since they'd been together. Not long after returning from France, Claudette made the first of two bad decisions that would combine to turn Emmaline against her, although not dramatically at first. Claudette continued to act as VIP hostess at least twice a week and at times would be away with a VIP for up to two weeks. Then when one of André original clients called from France to talk to him André asked Edmund would he like to speak to Emmaline? The Frenchman was delighted to converse with the woman he'd fucked many times in the past with great enthusiasm and respect. He was to stay with them so Claudette, who had on-sold the lease of her apartment some months earlier, arranged to stay with a girlfriend and husband. On the night Edmund arrived Emmaline called Claudette and invited her to meet at a hotel for drinks and to join Edmund and her in a room he'd taken for the night. Claudette said yes and as soon as she did that she began thinking she should have said no. Even so she made no effort to reverse her decision. The 61-year-old was very lively and obviously addicted to women. Claudette was flattered when she saw his eyes almost pop out when she arrived to join them. An hour later they went up to the room and Claudette had her initial concern realized: Edmund was quite a ram but gave most of his attention to the much younger woman although Emmaline did manage to keep herself busy including using her strap-on to rattle the butts of both Claudette and Edmund. Emmaline did her best in the cab ride to the apartment to ensure Claudette 'felt' her displeasure. Edmund has stayed at the hotel where he'd dropped asleep even before the two women had left. However neither women was critical and obviously though he could be blamed for being that rude after his robust non-stop performance. A couple of days later after Edmund left to join his late-arriving wife and her sister to begin a tour of several states, André asked Claudette, "Did you join Emmaline and Edmund for most of the night at that hotel?" "Yes." "Thank you for not lying. You really enjoy sex don't you?" "Yes it does wonderful things to me." "But it's so messy and depending on one's partner can be so tedious?" "Can you remember that far back Andy?" (She didn't use that name when his wife was in the apartment). ""I-I think so," he said using a very old man's tone and then she saw the sly grin. "Do you and Emmaline still have sex?" "No she tired of me and my declining sexuality." "Can you still come?" "I think so." "Do you want me to jerk you?" He rubbed his chin and then smiled, unzipping. "Yes why not? There's a box of latex gloves in the kitchen." "No it's okay." He leaned back in his armchair as Claudette went to work on him. She assumed she could make him come because he was no older than her granddad and she could get him off." She worked away but it was hard going. "I'll use my mouth but will first undo my bra and you can play with my tits." ""Oh good heavens. What great tits." "You suck and squeeze them and I'll..." They heard the door open and Emmaline called, "Hi guys, let's go our for dinner tonight." Claudette lost time by stuffing away André dick and zipping him carefully. She had just stepped back from him when Emmaline entered to see Claudette's tits hanging out. "What are you two doing?" André smiled and said, "Acting on a whim I asked Claudette to show me her breasts. It took some persuasion but she finally did it." "Did she," Emmaline said grimly. "I'm sorry. I was out of line." "Think nothing of it. Undress completely and we'll fuck in front of him while André tries to jerk off." To her astonishment, despite her shame Claudette felt positively horny in being asked, in fact ordered, to fuck André's wife in front of him. Both women undressed without haste and pulling Claudette into her arms Emmaline called, "Get your dick out and jerk it André." The two women kissed hungrily and that told Claudette she wasn't alone in being horny. They kissed and tongued and began fingering each other. They finished almost an hour later and found André holding a deflated dick. "Did you come?" "No Emmi but I enjoyed the show greatly. I'd forgotten how effective two women could be without toys." "Right Claudette and I are off to bed for an hour. We'll go to dinner at 7:30." Walking out for lunch next day André said, "I apologize for landing you into trouble yesterday. I ought to have refused to allow you to touch me." "It was okay. I've been wondering if a bit of pussy around that dick might help get you off." "Are you willing to try this afternoon. She's usually late Wednesdays." "Yeah good idea." André lay on his back on the sofa and pulled out his dick for Claudette who was completely nude apart from her bra than was bunched under her tits. She lubed her pussy and then sat down onto André's soft erection and they were immediately pleased when he said, "It's becoming stiffer." They ground away for over an hour and didn't notice Emmaline come in very quietly, look at them contemptuously and then go to her bedroom. "You fucking ungrateful contemptible bitch," Emmaline screamed, standing behind Claudette. Claudette's head jerked up and Emmaline fired a .32 bullet deep into her head. Emmaline pulled Claudette off André and the body thumped to the floor. "Jesus you didn't have to hurt her," André whined but his wife ignored him and began emptying slugs into his belly. "Bitch," he yelled, groaning, watching her and dying slowly. Emmaline threw the gun on to the floor and left the apartment, knowing people who were at home would gather at their doorways, some would coming running to the scene. She was almost into the elevator when she heard yelling and doors opening. The elevator had stayed at the floor because she'd been the last person to use it. Emmaline was sobbing and although very emotional was still thinking straight. She decided to go across the street to the café and order coffee and then call the police and give her whereabouts, saying she'd just shot two people dead. She heard sirens in the distance so began running through the lobby and bumped off two female shoppers on the sidewalk, recovered her direction and ran on to the street. Emmaline was knocked down and fell under the front of a bus and was crushed under a front wheel. She died almost instantly. THE END