Chapter 10

Angela

I had already especially noticed one particularly elegant and refined lady. She often came in to buy perfume. I was naturally attracted to her and I believe she had also a sisterly feeling towards me.

So that, when one morning she inquired solicitously after my health, I admitted to her that all was not well with me.

As it was obviously impossible to go into any detail in the shop, she handed me her card with a personal invitation to meet her at the Casino de Paris.

Showing Suzette the invitation which read "A. C.—artist," I learned with amazement that she was the star of that famed establishment. Suzy added meaningfully:

"If you have fun together, don't forget to give us all the details."

The very same evening, at half past nine, found me knocking at her loggia. Her maid answered and motioned me to a sofa, as her mistress was on the stage at that moment.

I had hardly had time to take in the surroundings of her dressing room when abruptly Angela came in.

I had a job recognizing her. Her face heavily daubed with makeup, her head crowned with a magnificent feather headpiece, she was cloaked in a scarlet dressing gown which revealed her fully shaped legs.

She recognized me at once.

"Ah, my dear Monique, I am so glad you have come to see me. I will be right with you, so that we can have our little chat."

At these words, she threw away her mantle, standing revealed in complete nudity, except for a tiny silver triangle covering her most intimate parts.

She was a real beauty!

Despite her heavy stage makeup, I sensed underneath a youthful and unwrinkled face, below which her finely shaped breasts stood out firm and opulent, pointing their rigid carmine tips in my direction. Her perfectly smooth belly made an attractive setting for that minute triangular protection which fitted her so well. Her well-muscled thighs and her black-stockinged, elongated legs in their high-heeled shoes strongly supported her vigorous and beautiful body, born, it seemed, for the pleasure of good living and passionate caresses.

Sitting close to her on the sofa, I told her everything, only omitting my employers' perverse pastimes.

She listened in silence, then drawing me to her bosom, she embraced me gently.

"You poor thing! I have to get back on the stage now, but come to my apartment, 17 Rue Royale, at six p.m. on Sunday and we shall be able to have a longer chat."

"Thank you."

We parted almost immediately and although she had not kissed my mouth, her two naked breasts had seemed to be magnificent fruits bursting with sap, and during her platonic kiss I had time to notice her eyes shining in that strange way, common to both man and woman, when their senses are aroused.

Needless to say, I turned up on time at the appointed hour the next Sunday.

The door opened and Angela herself showed me into her private boudoir.

"Sit down, make yourself at home, as today we have plenty of time. First let us have a cup of real coffee."

As owing to the war I had had nothing but ersatz for the last couple of years, I thanked her gratefully.

I again narrated my tale, this time going into more detail. I hardly had time to finish when she went across to get her bag, out of which she fished a roll of bank notes. She handed them over to me, telling me to go the very next day to see the midwife and get rid of this embryo.

On the spur of the moment, I refused.

"I can't accept such a huge sum, because I won't ever be able to pay you back out of my salary."

Strange as it may seem, I was entirely sincere. This woman was being kind to me and a curious sentiment, possibly the remains of my noble ancestors' pride, urged me to refuse this money which I so badly needed.

Her face hardened.

"You are going to take it! My dear girl, you are very attractive and I like you awfully, but I am not a mug. I hardly know you and I haven't the slightest reason to make you a present of 10,000 francs. So I am only lending them to you, together with the means to pay me back and earn a lot more for yourself.

"Let us be practical. You are young, very pretty, in fact, the living image of a well-born and intellectually superior aristocrat. What have you got out of it so far? Look at you now; here you are selling perfume for a miserly wage with which you cannot even afford to buy all your meager rations. That's nothing to be proud of! Do you really think if I had done the same as you, I would now be a well-known star? Don't you believe it, I would also be an obscure saleswoman on the verge of starvation!

"Don't forget that there are only two ways for a poor but good-looking and intelligent woman to get out of the rut: to become a complete wanton or join the salvation army.

"I know people use a lot of highfalutin' words about honesty and modesty, conscience and all that usual rubbishy nonsense, but let us take a concrete example: What's conscience anyway? An illusionary invention of people who have never had to make a quick or dangerous decision in their lives.

"You are still young, charming and attractive. If you don't use these powerful gifts now, before it's too late, you are either a weakling or a fool. It may be hard to swallow, but it's the truth. The world is made up of the oppressors and the oppressed. I am sure you are clever enough to be on the right side of the fence."

For the first time in my life, I suddenly found somebody who could put into words what after all I had always believed in, and which was to be my guiding principle ever after: the law of the jungle.

"Is it a deal?"

"It's a deal! I'll take your money, and before six months are up, you shall have it back; and thanks for everything, not only the cash but your excellent advice. Before long I shall become like you, the toast of the town."

She opened her arms and I flung myself into them with ardor. I kissed her passionately. Losing no more time, Angela, before I was aware of what she was doing, slipped her hands into my dress, pulling it up to disclose my peerless legs, then running them up my white thighs. Kneeling beside the sofa, she, caressing me with soft, knowing fingers, dipped their tips into my knickers. Slowly slipping them down my buttocks, she gently eased the soft flimsy panties down my thighs and tossed them aside. She expertly spread out my legs to show the pink lips of a delicious quim, nestling in the proud bush of my crisp pubic hair. As her ravaging fingers worked with fluttering motions into the pouting moist pinkness of the pulsating cranny, I moaned in the ecstasy of lascivious torment.

She unzipped my gown and eased its loosening folds over the pouting breasts. She threw herself on me, her eager lips seeking the erect nipples, while working furiously at the moist, straining, thrusting mount of my maddened passion.

My knees were high in the air, my thighs wide open to the thrusting fingers of my amorous partner. My fanny was now wide open to the lascivious push of Angela's fingers and I was filled with such a frenzy as I had never known before. I suddenly arched up from the couch like a stricken animal, my buttocks quite clear of the sofa. I thrust forward with my haunches so that Angela's fingers dipped more deeply into the softness of my pouting ring. Then she slipped her hands into the tops of her drawers and with a swift, sensual movement, undulated out of them. She unhooked her brassiere and her rosy tits sprang out. Then she came towards the place where I was lying; I stiffened as Angela raised my legs, and parted her own.

She slipped her crotch up between my thighs so that our pussies were together. Then she took hold of my shoulders, clasping her hands over them. She began to pick up a rhythmic movement as we pulled on each other and rubbed our throbbing pubes together.

Suddenly she freed herself from our embrace and slipped from the sofa onto the floor. Angela pulled me by the ankles so my buttocks slid over the edge of it. She gripped my white thighs, spread them out, clearing my small slit.

Unexpectedly, Angela's head thrust forward, deep between my awaiting, quivering thighs. Her tongue thrust out, vibrant. Then she dipped it deep into the soft warmth of my dilated cunt, searching into my crack, that pulsed at each stroke of the agile tongue.

At once I gave a wild, moaning shriek and collapsed. Her head rose and gazed at my face, but once again she lowered it and lingered softly with her greedy lips in my mount, while her hands were across my quivering belly. That was all I could stand, I had such an orgasm that I fainted.

Awakening a while later, I remained silent for a moment. I wondered if I had to give her the very same pleasure she had just given me. No longer did I hesitate, but slipped down to her twat, paying back my share of it. I was not long on duty. Well stimulated, she came too, moaning and screaming.

After this pleasant interlude, we discussed practical ways of putting into application her excellent theories.

This brings us to a new chapter in my way of life.