Chapter 15
Intrigues
One morning after a particularly strenuous party I woke up at about eleven. I felt pleasantly refreshed. I yawned lazily, then stretched out voluptuously. Pushing back the sheets, with a wondering eye I roamed over my naked body. Needless to say, I always slept stark naked. Mechanically I fondled my breasts, my perfectly smooth belly, my well-shaped hips, and smiled with satisfaction.
In a while it took me back to all those other roving fingers which had played out their symphony on my anatomy. These memories, helped by my expert fingers, were just about to send me off, when the doorbell rang.
Damn it, this was no time to interrupt me! I took my fingers from my furry nest, already full of love juice, licked them dry, and waited. I had not the slightest wish to open up. Then the bell rang again imperatively.
Getting fed up with the noise, I put on a dressing gown and went to see who it was.
A young girl stood before me.
"Are you Miss Monique?"
"That's right, what do you want?"
Hesitating, the girl whispered almost inaudibly:
"I am a chorus girl at the Casino de Paris, and come from Angela."
"Very well, come in," I said, my ill-humor vanishing at once. "It's a long time since I have seen Angela; tell me, how is she?"
My visitor was obviously shaken. She seemed to be scared.
"Why don't you answer me? Has some misfortune befallen her?"
"Yes."
It was an unpleasant shock.
"Oh! Is she dead?"
"No ... but ... "
"Cough it up, girl! What's the matter with her?"
"She was arrested three days ago!"
"What for?"
The young messenger looked at me bewildered, and repeated:
"I tell you she was arrested by the Gestapo!"
I was beginning to get the hang of it: it all added up, General de Gaulle's portrait, the BBC broadcasts and Angela's hatred of the Germans and those who worked with them. She was in the resistance and had gotten pinched.
"By the Gestapo?"
"Yes, and I came to see you because some time ago, Angela said to me:
" 'Things are getting hot for me, I can feel their nets closing in. If ever I get arrested, go and see Monique van P—. She has good connections among the German high command and maybe in remembrance of what I did for her in the past, she will be willing to use her influence in my favor.' That is all there is to it; Angela has been taken so I came over."
"You did well, because I never forget a good turn. Angela dragged me out of the mud, and now I am going to repay her. Have you any idea of what I can do to be of most use?"
"Come at once to see the head of our organization."
At first, I could not understand what she was talking about, then, abruptly, it dawned on me. She thought I was also in the resistance and that I was in Angela's complete confidence. I made my position clear at once.
"I don't mind trying to save Angela, but I know nothing of your underground activities."
Unfortunately, I had spoken too quickly!
The apparently anodyne girl was from one moment to the next transformed into a determined woman. With a violent gesture she drew out a pistol, which she pointed menacingly in my direction, and shouting brutally:
"Hands up, and be quick about it or you are a dead duck. So you are not Monique van P—, and now that I have told you everything, you are going to denounce us! I am going to ... "
I cut in immediately, because I felt that this fury was going to fill me with bullets at point-blank range.
"Please, I am Monique, Angela is my friend and I do want to save her!"
Still jutting out her dangerous little toy in my direction, she cut in:
"Where does Angela live?"
"Rue Royal."
"What was her last part at the Casino?"
"She was the leading lady, and it was called 'Naked in the Stars.' I may also add that she has a brown beauty spot just below her left breast about the size of a five-franc piece."
This time I had struck the right note. She lowered her revolver.
"Can I put my hands down now?"
"Not yet."
What a terror! I was beginning to be tired. To add to this discomfort, my dressing gown had opened out, giving my would-be killer a complete panorama of my entirely bare body.
This, however, did not particularly inconvenience me, nor her, come to think of it, now that her anger was cooling down. Anyhow, she went on:
"So you are not one of us?"
"No."
Rapidly I explained in a few words why I knew Angela, and why I owed her so much. I had won!
"I beg your pardon, but we have to be so careful; the Gestapo is forever on our tracks, so ... "
"Now, can I put my hands down?"
"Yes."
The raging witch of a moment ago had again become a harmless girl.
"Thank you very much; I was beginning to have enough of your physical exercises. Now that you have quite finished your childish gunplay, let us sit down and talk like friends. First, would you like a cup of coffee?"
"Certainly, thank you."
It was ready in a few minutes, and as I was hungry, we also had biscuits and cakes. My young visitor's face lit up with pleasure, as I could see. Being a chorus girl at the Casino de Paris and a member of the resistance was not the ideal way to get a good feed in wartime. She was as hungry as a bear.
"You wanted to blow me to smithereens, but I can't blame you for it. Here, have some more cake!"
"But ... "
"Now, now, let us not get formal; go on, take some!"
Before you could say Jack Robinson, she had wolfed down the lot. Now that she was smiling, she even looked quite appetizing.
"Now we can go and see your boss."
"Yes, let's go, he will be able to tell you what to do."
"Very well, in that case I shall now get dressed." I got up, and discarding my dressing gown, provocatively naked I stared her full in the face. A troubled look came into her eyes. Well now! It was then that I remembered what I had been doing when she came in. Why shouldn't she help to give me the pleasure I had sought alone? It would be more fun that way.
Still with nothing on, I flitted around her, pretending to dress. Her eyes never left me for an instant. Suddenly she asked:
"How do you know that Angela has a beauty spot below her breast?"
I smiled.
"Because I have slept with her. What about you?"
She hesitated, then spoke up.
"Me too."
I could not forego such a unique opportunity. I got nearer to her, stuck my naked body to her, while tantalizingly holding one of my breasts towards her mouth, and questioned her hopefully:
"Don't you want to do it with me?"
"Yes, I do!"
Her avid mouth took my hardened tit and sucked it greedily. In a flash I was on her, ripping aside her flimsy dress, then dragging her to the center of the room as naked as a worm. Having put the wireless on, which was playing soft dance music, we started to dance together, bodies pressed firmly to each other's, breasts against breasts, mouth to mouth and cunt to cunt. Our hips moved together in harmony, and she quickly lost her initial fear and wonder, her body reacting vigorously to my passionate undulating movements and the beat of the music.
I pulled her down energetically to the rug. She fell naturally into a position on all fours, enabling me to slip my body under hers so that my mouth was at her cunt and her spread legs offered themselves to my lips. We moved into each other immediately, and I clutched her rosy buttocks while my tongue fitted at the damp lips that spread their treasure before me. Her arms were firmly gripped around my back as she buried her head between my wide open legs. Soon she flopped down completely upon me. Our lips and tongues continued licking and sucking at each other's cunts.
Then I was again on my feet, but only in order to be able to dig my fingers into her bush, pushing them deep into her pouting lips, and then out again, as she lay on her back, arms flung out. We continued sucking, grabbing, and probing into each other, till we were once more sprawled out on the rug in a sixty-nine, and as the music played louder and louder we worked at each other more and more frenziedly. Then we came as the music ended in a crescendo, our bodies writhing and squirming in an exploding orgasm.
"That's better; now I am afraid we shall have to get down to more serious matters!"
We dressed quickly and went out.
"Where are you taking me!"
"You will see."
She led me to the nearest metro. It is superfluous to say that being a general's mistress I had all the necessary passes delivered by the German forces: Aussweis, permission to go about during the curfew, a permit for requisitioning taxis, etc ... That is why I wanted to call one over. She objected, saying that it was not safe, so we took the metro. We got off at the Porte de Vincennes. There she went into a small grocer, where after a short conversation with the owner, we got into a small van. And what a van! Dating back to the 1914 war, it looked more like a nissen hut than a vehicle fit to get people about. In any case, if the driver's idea in driving round the Bois de Vincennes had been to make me lose my sense of direction so that I had no inkling of where we were, he succeeded perfectly.
Soon we stopped in front of a small villa, lost in the woods. We got out and a middle-aged man opened the door. He was a brutish-looking character, who showed us into an office where a distinguished-looking individual was busy writing at his desk. He looked up and greeted my companion in a familiar way:
"Good morning, Mado!"
So that was her name; it was the first time I had heard it.
He turned towards me.
"Is your name Monique van P—?"
"Yes," I said, "Miss Monique van P—," stressing the Miss.
He understood and smiled.
"Miss, if you insist, we need your help."
"I know."
"So Mado has put you in the picture?"
"Yes."
"In that case ... "
Just at that moment the evil-looking fellow who had opened the door stalked into the room. He was beginning to get on my nerves, and I must have got on his, because he shot me a ferocious glare.
My expensive clothes and good looks were obviously not to his liking.
He cut in on the man sitting behind the desk.
"Miss indeed! My blooming foot! This painted doll won't come back, boss, you can see that she is one of them, and she will give us up. Let me search her ... "
The gorilla approached me.
The dry, metallic voice of his chief nailed him where he was.
"Come here, I say! Get back to your place behind me and shut up! Now to go on: Miss, you are a friend of Angela and it is in your power to save her."
"That is why I am here."
"I know, the problem is that at the moment Angela is a prisoner in a well-guarded German prison, where we can't do anything. But in exactly three days she is to be taken to Fontainebleau to be judged and no doubt condemned to death, or deported to Germany, which comes to the same thing. A black maria will make the transfer from where she is now to the Gare de Lyon. In order to get to Fontainebleau she is to be taken in a special truck attached to a merchandise train. During the journey we are going to free her, together with three other prisoners. Our difficulty is to get word to her. You are the only one who can get permission from the Gestapo to visit her. When you get to her cell you will give her this cigarette. Inside it we have written all she has to do on very fine paper. But I warn you that during the whole time of your visit you will be constantly watched by two policemen who will observe your every move. The rest is up to you."
"I will try."
He held out his hand, smiling:
"Good luck!"
The hairy ape showed us out, and if looks could have killed I would have dropped dead on the spot.
An hour later I was back at my place with Mado.
We again had coffee and cakes, after which I questioned her:
"So you are a chorus girl at the Casino; I gather you don't earn much?"
"No, not a lot."
"I see, and you are also in the underground movement?"
"I hate the Germans!"
"That is your business, and even if you are only spurred on by an ideal, it is all very right and proper. Only, when you are young and beautiful, it's a crime not to profit by it. Do you follow me?"
"I understand, but I want to be faithful to my fiance Albert, who also works at the Casino."
"In that case, I won't insist."
"Monique, I would like to ... "
"What?"
She came nearer, cuddling up to me. "Like we did this morning!"
"Well, after all, why not?"
In a jiffy we were both completely nude and once again our greedy fingers and lips tasted the delicious caresses of lesbian intercourse.
After we had dressed again I said:
"You just said, you wouldn't be unfaithful to Albert for money, didn't you?"
"I would not dream of it!"
"But you have just been lying with me. What do you say to that?"
"That's entirely different; it wasn't for payment and you are a woman!"
What a girl! I could not make heads or tails of her.
Enough play; we had to get down to business. I had to get hold of a permit to visit Angela. Who should I ask? Karl or Herman? Then I had an idea; why shouldn't I ask Hilda, with whom I was on excellent terms, quite apart from our nightly fun and games.
At ten o'clock I waited for her outside the Majestic. When she appeared, very dignified and prim in her tight-fitting uniform, I could not restrain a smile. Who indeed, seeing her now, would have willingly believed that this proud woman loved to be whipped naked by Frieda and fucked in all sorts of different ways, often by two men at once.
When she saw me, she greeted me effusively.
I got straight to the point.
"Hilda, I want to ask you a favor."
"With pleasure, anything you say."
As we strolled along I told her that Angela was a great friend of mine, and that I needed a permit to visit her to bring her what comfort I could.
She let me go on, then gripping my arm more tightly, her face now as hard as bronze, her voice becoming harsh and authoritative, she remonstrated me:
"Monique, I don't believe you realize what you are asking me to do? First, only the Gestapo can give you what you want, and I don't belong to it. Even if I could, I wouldn't. I am a German; you cannot really expect me to help the terrorists. Your friend Angela is in the resistance, and a fervent enemy of the mighty Reich and the Fuehrer. Don't count on me to belie the trust he has in me. If your friend had been sent to prison for any other reason, such as black-marketeering, I could have helped you, but I would sooner cut my throat than help a woman like that!"
I saw she was mad at me, so I did not insist. I now went to see Karl. He was more understanding, but he confirmed Hilda's words.
"Political prisoners belong to the Gestapo; I cannot do anything for you. As you may know, the Gestapo and the Werhmacht are not exactly on intimate terms. Still, if you really must see the woman, see Otto Bugaerts, one of the high prison officials. You can always try, anyway."
"Thank you very much."
"Not at all. Let me give you another piece of advice, don't put on any underwear, as Otto is often willing to do something for you if you do something for him in return. I guess you understand?"
"Certainly."
"Nine times out of ten, as he is always in a hurry, he signs the permits standing up next to his desk. In so doing he could easily tear your knickers if you had any on, do you catch on?"
"Thanks for the information. I'll make good use of it!"
A quarter of an hour later, a taxi dropped me off outside the Gestapo. I was stopped at the door:
"Where do you think you are going?"
"To see Otto Bugaerts. I am a friend of Suzanne L—."
The name of the German ambassador's wife had an immediate effect. A couple of minutes later I was respectfully shown into his private sanctum.
"I hear you are a friend of Fraulein Suzanne L—."
"Yes, I am, I even had the pleasure of seeing you at a party she gave two years ago."
It was perfectly true. I had recognized him at once. He had not recognized me but was polite and pretended he had.
"Ah yes, of course."
"I have come to ask you a favor."
I went over my speech again.
At that, his attitude altered.
"Do you know that Angela Colet is a dangerous terrorist?"
"I know nothing about that; I only wanted to see her as a friend."
"I believe you, but political prisoners are held incommunicado ... "
As he went on, I remembered what Karl had told me, and, with expert gestures, I crossed my legs, thus pulling up my skirt as high as possible and enabling him to see right up my pussy. The effect was immediate, I noticed his face light up with sadistic pleasure. Now I unloosed my big guns!
I got up, and leaning on purpose above his desk I gave him an eyeful of my breasts, as I never wear brassieres and my dress had a plunging neckline.
While showing them adroitly, I murmured softly:
"I would so like to see her ... "
He also got up, and now as red as a beetroot, came round towards me and, taking me by the waist, blurted out:
"You will be nice to me if I give you your permit, won't you?"
My only answer was to reach for his penis, bulging out under his uniform.
That did it!
He shoved me on the desk, whipped up my dress and violently dug into me, all in the fraction of a second. Rapidly digging further in, he grunted once or twice like a hog, then, satisfied, came out again.
There was a man who wasted no time! Straightening out my dress I thought again about what Karl had told me: "No panties and you get your signature." He was so right.
Meanwhile, my famished ravisher had again become a rigid member of the Gestapo, putting his seal on my permit. While handing it over with one hand, his other arm shot out into the air as he cried out, "Heil Hitler!" I smiled graciously in return.
That is why on the next day I was able to get into the prison. Two policemen in plain clothes politely guided me to Angela's cell.
One of them told me that they would be present during our interview and that if I wished to give anything to her I must first of all hand it over to them.
I had intentionally brought bread, chocolate and oranges. The two jailers carefully investigated them, afterwards handing them over to the prisoner. I tried to kiss her, but they intervened at once:
"It is forbidden to touch the prisoner, Miss!"
"All right."
I did not press the matter and went on making small talk with Angela.
All of a sudden, I opened my bag, got out my cigarette case, and took one. Then feigning to have forgotten, with my most gracious smile I offered some to the two men.
They hesitated, saying they were on duty.
"We are alone here, no one will notice."
Finally they accepted, allowing me to throw one over to her.
The two men had by now lit theirs and mine.
"What about my friend?"
Then in a flash, I took the first cigarette I had in my mouth and threw it over, with a broad wink to Angela, taking care to turn my back to the two policemen.
I prayed she would understand!
She had. I saw her light the second cigarette with the first which she kept, now out, in her hand.
I was successful in my mission, the rest was now out of my hands.