Continues from 2. “You only get one chance”
Photo – Corwin Prescott
“Realms of bliss, realms of light.
Some are born to sweet delight.
Some are born to the endless night.”
“End of the Night” – The Doors
I arrived at the station early and wasn’t sure what to do. I had a slight panic attack when I realized I couldn’t remember what platform the Le Havre train came in on. I checked the arrivals – quai 18 – but had no idea if it always came in at the same one. Suddenly I had the strongest feeling I was being tested. She had said something that now sounded like a warning. “If you are late, don’t call back. You only get one chance.” I checked the time again. It was 3 minutes to nine. I kept near the platform and made sure I stayed visible.
The rush hour had passed but it was summer and there were so many tourists. I don’t know why exactly but I was starting to feel really tense and nervous which was unusual for me. The station was full of people but I couldn’t see either of the women.
Some skinny kid came up to me and thrust a leaflet into my hand and muttered something I didn’t catch. He moved off quickly and for a moment I thought the leaflet, a fast food restaurant ad, was some kind of message. I looked over at him but he was handing them out to everyone. Then I saw a short middle-aged man in a uniform staring at me. He nodded and came over to me. He said something in French and beckoned to me to follow him. I doubted for a moment; he was wearing a uniform but he wasn’t a cop. Could this be it? It was past nine now so I guessed I had nothing to lose so I followed him outside.
There was a large black car. I suppose it was a limousine. I don’t know anything about cars. He opened the door and I got in the back. The windows were darkened – almost black – I could barely see out of them. He got in the front and we moved off.
After 30 minutes or so we arrived at a kind of mansion house on the outskirts. The chauffer took my bag and escorted me to the door. A maid was waiting. She led me through the hall to a library filled with paintings, sculptures and other objets d’art and bade me to sit. Neither of them had said anything to me. The house must have been 19th Century and it was furnished luxuriously and tastefully.
After a few minutes the two women entered. I felt my heartbeat quicken and stood up.
“Je suis si heureuse de vous voir,” I said. I was happy too.
“Comment pouvons-nous vous aider, Mademoiselle?”
She was taller than I remembered. Her deep blues eyes pierced me once again. She stood straight, aloof and imperious. Her friend seemed slightly younger. I hadn’t really taken a good look at her on the train. She had blond hair with darker flecks – much like my own. She smiled at me and seemed far more approachable.
“Can I speak English?”
“Yes, but Madame does not speak it. I will translate.”
Madame? Was she some kind of servant? I babbled out my story and then when I reached for my bag to get the magazine I realised the chauffeur had taken all my things.
“Madame” was now sitting in a large high-backed chair. It looked almost throne like. She was staring at me. Those eyes. They seemed almost ravenous.
Except for a clock ticking there was silence.
“Vous êtes américaine?”
Yes. A brief résumé of my life followed – I mentioned my family, college activities, sports achievements, why I was in Copenhagen and what I wanted to do in life…
There was a short conversation in French with the blond girl. She translated. “You are an athlete, yes?” I nodded. “How much training do you do? You are used to making sacrifices in order to win, no? No pain no gain. Isn’t that it?”
I smiled. “Yes. Something like that. I don’t train now as much as when I was at college at home though.”
“Remember I told you that you only have one chance?”
What followed was blunt. And just like in my dream.
“Lève-toi!“ I stood up. “Take off your clothes.”
I undressed and put the clothes on the chair. The blond girl came over and took them away. I stood naked before them. In some way I felt the dream had prepared me for what was about to happen. I felt proud. My body was in its prime. I wanted them to see me. And to take pleasure in me.
“Turn around.” From behind I could hear Madame approach me. Her hands passed over my arms. My neck. My back. She lingered over my buttocks, stroking them. Her fingers probed my anus. I let out a gasp. She caressed my nipples and I moaned with pleasure. Her proximity was overwhelming me. I felt weak. I felt my will was being replaced by hers.
Her hand moved down to my pussy and her mouth came close to mine. I looked up at her, my eyes pleading, my mouth hungry to accept hers, I wanted her. I wanted her to want me. Like nothing else. Like no one else. I wanted her inside me. I was a vacuum that only she could fill. The kiss came and it felt like a detonation. A flash of heat and light within me. Her hand searched inside my pussy. Pushing and forcing. Pushing up. Raising me. Enveloping me. I lost myself to her will.
She withdrew and I felt something break inside me. There was darkness and I had no breath.
She said something to the blond girl and left the room.
“You will stay here tonight.”
I was still dazed and just gaped at her.
“You can go at any time. But if you go you will never see us again. You understand?”
“You only have one chance. If you deny it, you will lose everything. Come with me.”
Continues 4. Un objet d’art