Chapter 9
The next morning father again overslept. After this happened several times, he was finally discharged. He came home scolding and cursing, but Rudolph comforted him:
"That is nothing; you will soon find work in some other place."
They were now the best of friends, but father felt that he had been terribly wronged and would not be quieted.
"Rest a few days and then look around for other work; it will do you good to have a few days sleep," so father began to sleep and rest. In the morning he remained in bed, then, when he got up, Rudolph and he played cards. In this way they both killed time. Sometimes playing with Zenzi, other times with my titties. He now used me almost every night and when he was able, Zenzi, during the day. He was drunk all the time.
One day while he was home, Zenzi brought a man. Now we three stood behind the kitchen door and listened as she did her "business" in the kitchen. Father was astonished; his eyes bulged when he saw Zenzi come in and hand Rudolph thirty francs.
A few days later the agent called and informed us that he could not allow these doings to continue; we either had to move or Zenzi must stop bringing men into the rooms. He was very polite and especially friendly toward Rudolph. I have no doubt that Rudolph had been bribing him with money. Zenzi only laughed. She had probably allowed him to use her on different occasions, or undoubtedly he would have put a stop to it long before. He was very sorry that he was obliged to notify us, but that the order came directly from the owner of the building.
When the agent had gone, Rudolph took Zenzi into the kitchen where they had a long conference. They did not come out, but we heard them on the bed, and from the noise and Zenzi's sobbing and hard breathing-we knew what was going on. This, of course, had its effect upon us, so, without any wine and fully dressed -we soon were playing the same "game."
After this Zenzi remained away all day, usually returning late at night, sometimes not until the next morning. When Rudolph was at home, when she arrived, she always handed him her "earnings". This interested father greatly. He was always eager to know how much she had earned. As she now remained away for days and nights, and slept most of the time when she was at home, I had to satisfy both father and Rudolph. Often during the night I had to go from one to the other, and sometimes Rudolph came right in and slept in my bed, besides father's bed. Father now frequently borrowed money from Rudolph, which he never refused to lend. Father was earning nothing and naturally, in a short time found himself in all kinds of difficulties.
One time when he asked Rudolph for money, he said: Couldn't Josie earn some too?" he said, looking at me. "Why, yes," Rudolph replied, "she could really and easily earn as much as Zenzi."
"Do you mean for her to become a whore?" slowly asked father.
"A whore? Nonsense!" said Rudolph, "she is doing the same as Zenzi is doing now -there is nothing to that thousands of girls are obliged to earn money that way!" "That may be true," said father doubtfully, "but-" "There is no but about it," continued Rudolph. "Do you think that when a girl stays with her own father that is more honorable?"
"Zenzi does business only with fine gentlemen," continued Rudolph, "she will have nothing to do with the ordinary men; believe me, I have trained Zenzi and the men that she has dealings are all gentlemen; a great deal nobler and finer than the priestly teacher-who did not even pay for it-the dirty cur!"
"The dirty cur!" repeated father, still enraged. "It certainly would not harm her to earm some money for her father; you have surely worked for your children long enough," said Rudolph.
"Yes, you are right," agreed father.
"Well, then let Josie go with Zenzi. I am sure that she will bring you at least fifty francs every day -such a beautiful girl!"
I felt flattered at this, but father anxiously inquired: "But, the police?"
"Never mind the police," said Rudolph. "Have I ever had any trouble with Zenzi? Just leave that to Zenzi -she knows what she is about."
"But, if it should happen?" said father.
"Well, and then -" laughed Rudolph, "just say that you know nothing about it.''
With that I knew that I would have to look out for the gendarmes.
Then Rudolph said further:
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"Tell the police that you know nothing about it. That she went 'wrong' on her own accord. Josie will not betray you!"
I was silent during the entire conversation; in fact I was not asked any question'. After considering for some time, father remarked:
"No, I should hate to see her become a whore!"
"That is not the question," said Rudolph, "let her do this for the present, until you get a position again, then she can become respectable again."
This seemed to satisfy father. Rudolph had won him over completely. As a further assurance, Rudolph went on:
"I only allow Zenzi to do this when I am out of work -as soon as I have a position, she must behave!"
The next day I started out with Zenzi. It had been agreed, and now I entered upon my new career.
Zenzi and I walked to the city, going from one main street down to the other. It was summertime and very warm. We were very lightly dressed, thin waists, and she taught me how to turn my blouse, so that my bare titties were visible through the waist. She seemed very efficient. She smiled into every man's face that we met. I had not quite mastered this, I was timid and looked at every man in a sad manner. However, this seemed to suffice.
On Lumier Street, I noticed a dark, old house. The first floor was entirely dark. Zenzi took me in, entering the yard, she raped on a door; we were admitted by a homely old woman. We found ourselves in a dark kitchen. From there we went into a small chamber, also dark.
"My friend will also come here," Zenzi told the old woman.
Looking at me, the old woman inquired: "Are you fourteen years old?"
"Long ago," Zenzi bed for me. "She is small for her age."
"You understand," said the old woman, "for each time that you come, you must pay me one franc, but you must never come before eight o'clock in the evening."
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"Above all things, look out for the police, and always collect from the men in advance."
We had now reached the main street and Zenzi touched me saying:
"Look! That fellow is following me or rather us!"
In front of us walked a tall, well-dressed man, with black whiskers. He turned around and looked at us. He walked slowly, allowing us to pass him. At the corner, Zenzi drew me into the side street:
"Come," she whispered, "we will turn in here."
She turned around; the man was standing on the corner. Zenzi nodded to him; he came toward us.
"Come on," she said, "he will not speak to us out in the open here."
Stepping into the hallway of a vacant house we waited.
Zenzi remarked, "This is a good place for you to come when you are in the neighborhood; nobody lives here."
Just then the man came in. Zenzi smiled at him, but walking up to me, he said:
"Well, what is up?"
"Nothing," I answered.
Zenzi asked, "Don't you want to come with us? Near here I know a woman where we can get a room.''
"No," he whispered, "I haven't the time. We might go up these stairs -nobody lives here. Will you?" he asked me.
I looked at him, astonished; he looked more respectable than I had ever seen in this neighborhoos. He carried a fine, silver-handled cane and wore a long, gold watch chain which hung around his neck.
We went upstairs. Zenzi remained on the landing, saying:
"I will watch!"
The man felt my breasts, saying:
"Unbutton your blouse," and putting his hand into my blouse, I felt him, with great pleasure, and he was pleased also that it was soft and tender.
"Well, now, come on," he said, his breath coming fast. 155
I unbuttoned his pants and took out his cock. It was white and tender, but stood out straight like a wax candle; even the head was shapely and tender. I leaned against the wall, raising my dress, thinking he would fuck me standing up, but he refused, saying:
"I don't care to do it here. Just play with it and let me play with you!"
So I began rubbing it back and forth. He played with my titties.
He suddenly remarked, "There -that is good! Now up a little further -faster -wait!"
He handed me a handkerchief, which I covered the head with, and then proceeded. His legs began to tremble -I felt his cock move nervously in my hand. Then -he went off.
I wiped him, also my hand, which was wet and slimy, and then handed him back his handkerchief. He gave me two francs, hurried away, without once looking back at me. Zenzi and I waited a short time, then we also slipped out of the house. I was happy to have earned two francs in only two minutes -and so easy -I had no trouble whatever. I admired this gentleman so much that I would not have asked him for any money.
On the street an old man spoke to me. I was so surprised that I was afraid to answer him. Zenzi poked me in the side.
He asked, "May I come with you?"
I quickly answered, "Yes!"
He commanded, "Walk in front, I will follow you."
I started for the dark house. Zenzi had mysteriously disappeared. The old woman opened the door, ushered us into a dark room and left us alone.
"Undress," he said.
While undressing I could see his face, which was smoothshaven, his mouth, toothless, and he had a few white hairs on his head; his hands trembled; he seemed generally broken down. He sat on the couch. When I was completely undressed, he nodded to me to come to him. I had to stand in
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I reached down to unbutton his trousers, but he slapped my fingers and said:
"Wait -till I tell you what to do -stand still!"
I stood before him expectant; finally he began stroking my titties with the handle of his cane. It was made of ivory and felt cool; then he put it further down; he pried my legs apart.
"Now, come here," he said, and stretched himself on the couch.
I started to lie down, beside him, but he pushed me away with such haste that it frightened me.
"Stay here!" he snapped in his thin, squeakish voice, so, standing, I had to unbutton his pants. I took out his cock, it was so small that it reminded me of the worn-out stub of a pencil. It had many wrinkles as the year had hours. Taking this flabby little piece of gristle between my fingers, I began working it up and down. I did not think that it could possibly get hard. I thought of the old man that Zenzi had so much trouble with, but my surprise was great, when under my manipulations, he began to grow until the skin was as smooth as a newly-ironed cloth.
"Now, just a minute," he commanded, angrily.
Not understanding what he meant, I was nonplussed.
"A minute!" he called louder.
I rubbed harder. He fairly screamed:
'' What the devil -don't you understand -a minute -J"
"Pardon me, Sir," I timidly replied, "I do not know what you mean when you say 'a minute'!"
He apparently did not enjoy my ignorance, but snapped at me:
"Take it in your mouth -you bashful dummy!"
I did as he commanded. I worked as hard as possible, I was afraid of the old man. I was astonished. I hardly began to play with his cock when it grew bigger and bigger -I
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Suddenly he commanded, "Stop!"
As I withdrew my hand back, it flopped up against his belly.
"Now fuck!" he ordered, "quick! you are so slow -you could be on top already!"
He remained on his back; I had to straddle him; I could not stand more than half of that terrible cock. I had to hold on to the couch to keep from getting it too far in and injuring me. Now, he began working up and down with all his might, continually talking to himself:
"So -I will show her how I can still fuck the girls -she doesn't have to have others to do it for me -she probably thinks because I am an old man -well, if she does, I don't care -there -there -there -there!"
He kept this up until suddenly he seemed to collapse under me. I had to run and get him some wine; he mentioned the old lady, who sent me to the nearest inn.
When I returned he laid there as one dead and did not move. I was terribly frightened. I called the old lady, she told me that she knew him, and for me not to get frightened. She sprinkled some water on his face, saying:
"He always acts like that, and he soon will be all right!"
Suddenly he opened his eyes, jumped up; he saw the wine, drained the glass in one gulp, angrily stared at me, gave me five francs and then left.
I felt rich! I jumped for joy! I now realized what a fortune I posessed in my pussy, and I decided never to use it for "charity" again.
As I was about to leave, Zenzi came in with a tall, young man.
As she passed me in the kitchen, she hurriedly whispered: "Wait a minute, don't go yet." The man also said in a weak, trembling voice: "Yes, I beg of you, do that!" Zenzi came out of the room, calling me: 158
"Come in, he will take the both of us. He pays well; this will dc some sport, you will see! You must do everything that I tell you."
As we stepped back into the room, the young man got up. He was very pale and haggard. A black, full beard, which made him look even paler; sad, dark eyes. He bowed low when Zenzi introduced me.
"This is my friend Josie."
I.was surprised at the stern, sombre way in which she said this, but I was even more surprised when the young man took my hand and kissed it. I had to laugh; I thought it a joke, but she nudged me, saying:
"Don't laugh, stay serious!"
The young man raised his head, saying as though he was afraid of me: "So young, my esteemed lady, and so noble!" Zenzi cut him short with: "Holdyour tongue!" He seemed frightened, stammering: "Pardon me!"
"Shut up! "Zenzi continued angrily, "speak only when you are spoken to!"
I hardly recognized Zenzi! Her smiling face had changed so; it was now dark and stern.
"Undress yourself!" she ordered him.
"But no," he remonstrated, "no, it is not time for that yet."
"What then?'' asked Zenzi, preplexed. "The questions are first," he whispered. "You are right!"
She tapped her forehead, walking back and forth before him, a dark, gloomy expression on her face and called to him:
"You vagabond -you dog -you rowdy -you surely have been thinking of me again, haven't you?" He stammered, "My dear Countess -I could not help it 159
I had to think, oh dear!"
She interrupted him, saying:
"Confess this instant -what you thought!"
He stammered again, "My dear Countess, you can ready my heart -you know what I thought!"
"You pig, you miserable pig!" she thundered, "you thought of my pussy -of my titties -you whore-masier confess!"
"I confess!" he answered quietly.
"You thought-you miserable man," she continued, in the some fierce tone -"that you would like to lie on top of me -that I would spread my legs apart and you would put your cock into me -you scoundrel -you thought that you were fucking me, and playing with my breasts -confess -you miserable wretch!"
Folding his hands and begging, he said:
"Yes worthy Countess, I confess all!"
"Are you not ashamed of yourself, before the Princess?" said Zenzi, pointing to me. I was so dumbfounded at all that I had not noticed when she called me a Princess.
"Yes, I am ashamed, indeed," he said eagerly, slowly raising his hands to me.
"Kneel!" commanded Zenzi.
Immediately throwing himself on his knees, he now meekly said:
"Forgive me, dear Countess, I crave your pardon also."
"No!" said Zenzi angrily, "there will be no pardon -first your punishment!"
Blushing slightly, he stuttered, "Yes, first the punishment."
"Undress yourself!" ordered Zenzi.
Quickly he undressed.
His body was exceedingly white, as he stood before us like a whipped cur, with lowered head. He stood between the couch and a trunk. Zenzi now started to undress and nodded to me; I did the same.
"Just wait, you thief!" she said, while undressing, "you shall see us naked -everything! But you get nothing -you may look at the Princess, but you will not touch her!"
Naked, she stepped in front of him; her head held-high, her eyes sparkling and lips trembling; she was nervous and excited; she rubbed her breasts against his body -rubbed her belly against his; she had me do the same.
He looked at us sadly, his arms at his side, not moving, but made no attempt to touch eigher one of us.
An electric shock seemed to go through me as I rubbed my titties against him; when I rubbed my pussy against his hair, his skin was as soft as velvet and burning hot, but I noticed that his cock hung down lifeless.
What nonsense I thought, when will this all stop? When will we fuck? I was getting very passionate.
Zenzi drew me away:
"Now the punishment, you pig!" she said.
He anxiously followed her movements with his eyes. She went to the trunk and took out two switches.
"Do you know these? You damned devil!" she asked, swinging the switches.
"Yes -I know them, most worthy Countess!" he sobbed.
"And do you know what is going to happen now -you whore-master?"
"Now the punishment, worthy Countess," he replied, breathing fast. "Punish me -" turning to me, "and you, most exalted Princess, you will also punish me!"
Zenzi handed me one of the switches and whispered:
"Now hit-hit hard!"
"Out of the corner, you thief!" she called.
With one cut of the switch, she struck him across the chest, raising a heavy, red welt. He jumped, and astonished, I noticed that his cock stood erect.
"Do you feel that, you thief -you ribald robber -you cunt lapper -you louse -you vagabond!" she said, whipping with all her might, using a new name at every
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"Yes, I feel it worthy Countess!" he moaned, "and thank you for this punishment; I thank you, Princess -why don't you punish me?"
"Whip him," Zenzi shouted.
I raised my switch, touching him lightly. I was frightened but he whispered:
"Oh, Princess! I know I am unworthy, but please punish me harder -harder!"
I did as he asked and I began to enjoy the game.
"Thank you! Thank you!" he stammered.
"Shut up!" commanded Zenzi.
We now kept time; Zenzi whipping his breast, belly and legs, while I belabored his back and ass, which was soon fiery red.
The more we whipped, the more excited we got and the more enjoyment we seemed to derive from it. He stood trembling and talking:
"Forgive me -forgive me -I will not think of your beautiful breasts again; forgive me, Princess, you breasts are so beautiful and hard but I will never do it again Oh, that torture -the pain -I dreamed that I tore your maidenhead, worthy Countess, but I know one must not do that -I imagined that I fucked the Princess; I know that that is wrong -I know -Oh forgive me!"
"Kneel!" Zenzi ordered him to his knees, he moaned:
"I lay in dust before you -destroy me -have no mercy on me -kill me -I am repentant!''
"You may kiss my feet!" Zenzi growled.
He stooped and covered her feet with kisses. Zenzi at the same time whipping him across the back.
He moaned, "Oh Countess, at your feet -I am your dog -your slave-!"
"Kiss my pussy -you have insulted the Princess," Zenzi ordered.
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"You dirty dog! Prison bird -pick-pocket -" she shouted, pounding his shoulders and back with her switch. "Will the Princess also allow me?" he asked. "Yes-nude pictures in all poses." I laughed.
I had never been photographed, and I thought that I was to get some nice pictures of myself.
We finally arrived at our destination. He lived in a new cottage hidden in an old garden. We entered the gate, passed through a lawn and then a garden, and arrived at the house. It contained several rooms and a studio. We were received by a small, stout woman. She was a blonde, which made her appear stouter, with dark rings under her eyes, and was dressed in a bath robe. Giving me a friendly nod, she remarked to the man:
"She will be just right."
"Let us hurry and take advantage of the light," the photographer said: "Shall I get Albert?"
"Certainly! We can't do anything without him."
She was about to leave, but he stopped her, saying:
"I will get him myself. You two get ready."
He disappeared through the garden; the woman looked at me and remarked:
"He is afraid that I might be alone with Albert."
Then she led me into the house, direct to the studio, which, with its glass roof and high windows impressed me very favorably. After removing a chest which hid a door through which we entered a small room, lit by one window, she ordered me to undress, which I did; and she took off her bathrobe, to my surprise.
"You must take off everything, except your shoes and stockings; those you may keep on."
Standing before me in her shirt, she waited until I was undressed, then she stepped closer and looked me over.
"How old are you?"
"Nearly fourteen."
"Has my husband told you what he wants of you?" "Yes."
"First you must beg!" said Zenzi. Turning to me, he pleaded, "Please -please -exalted Princess." "Now sit up nice," said Zenzi.
He sat up like a puppy. I wanted to laugh, but Zenzi stopped me with a look.
"Now go to her," as she pushed him; crawling on his hands and knees, he started to kiss my feet; as his hot hps touched me, a flush went through me. I began whipping his back, until small drops of blood appeared on the skin's surface, but as I kept on his lips tickled me.
"Exalted Princess," he whispered, "never again will I insult you -even in thought -I suffer gladly -I deserve it!"
"Now, her pussy!" shouted Zenzi.
He raised his head, kissing me all over; each touch of his hot lips seemed to pierce my heart; just then he buried his face in my lap, always kissing, but he did not use his tongue.
I was now so amorous that I forgot to whip. I was busy with my own emotions. He stopped at once. Zenzi coming closer, commanded:
"End this worthy Countess -end my suffering -you cruel one -" he begged.
"Very well," she answered, "I will, and now, who do you want in front -the Princess or me?"
"Please -the Princess -if she will do me the honor!"
"You take his bag, like this," standing in front of him, "then you squeeze hard, but not the testicles; just above where it grows to his body; with the other hand you switch his feet and his legs, and wherever you happen to strike."
Kneeling down, I did as she had shown me. He stood erect, his hands folded across his chest. I took his bag in my left hand and squeezed until my fingers ached, and used the switch. His cock got stiffer at every stroke. It wobbled back and forth like a staff in the wind. Suddenly he went off!
It was so unexpected that I got the full discharge in my face. When he had red himself, Zenzi stopped, sat down on the couch to rest.
"Oh, Princess, oh, my worthy Countess," he sobbed.
I remained seated on the floor, wiping my face, wondering what would happen next, still thinking that he would either fuck one or the other of us.
For a short time he stood motionless, as one in deep thought, then he hastily put on his clothes.
He walked to the corner of the room, deposited something on a chair, and without one further look at us, he left the room.
As soon as he had closed the door, Zenzi rushed to the chair, picked up two ten francs.
Dancing around the room, she gave me one, shouting:
"That is great, don't you think so?"
I was dumbfounded, but of the same opinion.
A few days later a man in a velvet suit followed me. He looked like an Italian. He had black hair and as was the custom of the Italians and French, at that time, wore a goatee. I turned into a side street, it was only two o'clock in the afternoon. Remembering the vacant house, I went to it and waited in the hall. He came in at once, and began to feel of my titties, but instead of playing with me, he began to examine me.
"Well, how about it?" he asked.
They all asked the same question. I answered:
"Shall I go first?"
"Where to?" he asked.
"Lumier Street; it is near here," I replied.
"No," he said, "I don't want to go there with you."
I was prepared for this, so I answered smiling:
"All right! Then we will stay here."
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"Here?"
He was surprised.
"Why yes," I said, "we can go upstairs; nobody lives here."
This he also refused, saying: "No, come with me." "Is it far?" I did not trust him. "Oh, no, but we will take a cab." "What will I get?" I asked.
"Don't worry about that," he said hastily, "you will be well paid." As I still hesitated, he added:
"You will be better paid than you have ever been -I pay more."
I consented and frankly answered:
"All right, but I must be paid in advance."
"At home-" he assured me, "at home you shall have your money as soon as we enter the door."
We left the house together; after walking several blocks, he hailed a cab. After being seated and getting started, he said:
"You undoubtedly think that I want to fuck you?" I smiled and asked: "What else do you want?"
"Something entirely different," he said mysteriously. I smiled again and thought to act wise. "And what is that?" he inquired. "You probably want me to take it in my mouth?" "No," he laughed, "what do you think?" "Then from behind," I continued.
He shook his head. I thought perhaps that he wanted me to go through some performance that we had practiced on young men, with his switches.
"Do you want to be switched?" I asked.
"My God, but you are wise," he said; "No, not that either."
"Well then, I don't know-I give up,' 1 saia.
"I want to make photographs-pictures of you," he said.
"Photos?"
"Well, then," she said, taking off her slip, "the rest you will see for yourself." "Will he photograph you too?" I asked, astonished. She laughed.
"Certainly, heretofore he has photograped only me because we have not been able to find another woman who would do. In the first place, it is too great a risk, and moreover, they are too expensive."
I liked her friendly manner.
"I am not worrying," I smiled
"He would not have engaged you, but he has an order for which he must have a young girl like yourself," she said.
"Why, you are still young, yourself," I said to compliment her.
"Oh, yes-for such large titties, they are still solid," lifting them in her hands. "They are nice," I acknowledged. "Just feel them," she said. I had to feel them; they were really good and solid. "Only my stomache is too big," she said. "Oh, no," I assured her.
"And my legs," slapping her thighs, laughing, she said: "When Albert sees me like this he gets very passionate." "I believe it," I said.
"But then my husband gets angry," she laughed. "But if Albert could not raise a hard-on, we could not take pictures."