Ms Robinson

Chapter 1   And here it is, what everyone wanted to know about the mystery of a Mrs. Robinson, a cougar, or whatever you want to call it.  Strangely enough in this life and era, it's acceptable for a dirty old man or even a dirty old per se to be involved with a younger woman but scandalous vice versa.  Whatever!! Shall I say hashtag bullshit!!! Well, I'm a Mrs. Robinson or a Ms. Robinson but let's call me Nyx, daughter of anarchy and of the fearsome Odin and most deities.... OK, OK don't get those knickers in a bloody twist, you prude! Let's stick to Nyx.  So back to "that"!  Having a godmother, that was as glamorous as the sun and as the dearly departed Elizabeth Taylor, as in many marriages of course, BUT to younger men, gracing her presence in fashion magazines, probably triggered the taste of being a Mrs. Robinson.  I have learned though that you needn't marry anyone......Just like a shiny new pair of shoes you can swap and change them at any time!! Jackeffenpot!!!! Anyways I used to scorn older women, no matter how sexy or beautiful they were but oh boy were they glamorous!   As a child, all I could see was the glamorous shine of the new rock that my godmother acquired and to be collected with the rest of the others that is in her jewelry box on the left-hand side of her dressing table.  My eyes followed these glitter bugs, mesmerized like a Valkyrie for shiny things.  While being in my teens, I thought it was super cool that you can hyphenate your surname to add on a new one.   I think mostly hyphenated surnames means that you can easily replace the last one with the newest tickle of fancy.  Well, things didn't go easier after that for me, as to being sucked into a world where a woman can dominate the male species by the mere thought of looking good and knowing it and also luring them with the promises of the honey pot.  What I didn't know was, it was not only the honey pot that lured these men like flies, it was what happens thereafter.  At first, I thought these young men are foolish, but at this current stage thinking back, I am like oh damn, this is a thrill with the same feeling as an adrenaline junkie that jumps off a cliff.  Everything changed when I went to stay with my fabulous and gorgeous godmother for the summer. Looking at my godmother, I wondered how she did it, staying on top of everything especially the younger men.  I then decided to ask her one day.  I said to her, "Max, why do you always marry the younger guys? Why not someone 'cough, cough' that is 35?" Clearly knowing she is not 35 but according to her, she ages 1 year every 5 years.  She looked at me, eyebrows lifted, and replied with a mysterious red-lipped smile, "Nyxie dah-ling, my daughter I never had.  The secret is manipulative s*x, of course."   She winked and laughed at my confused look.  I didn't want to be a manipulative cow.  She then called me over to sit down on a very, expensive pouf and poured me a glass of wine, which by then I was 19 and of age to drink and never touched a cigarette in my life.  Expectantly I waited for her to talk.  Eventually, after a long pause, she said, " Dahling, manipulative s*x is not what you think.  It's all about seducing and erotica, the sensuality of being a woman.  How to touch and respond to a man, by letting them feel as if they are in control."  I nodded my head and took a sip of the blood-red wine that makes me think of blood, which of course I personally thought that my godmother was a vampire. AWESOME!! She then proceeded to say, "Nyxie, my love, you are old enough to understand what s*x between people is, but there is s*x and there IS sex." I asked her, "Maxie, what is the difference?"  She looked at me like she was considering the fact if she should tell me or not.  "Dahling," she said, " The regular s*x is for people who are boring and does the usual thing, however, the other one is regular s*x with some erotica and much sexier foreplay.  You are allowed to become the vixen, the Venus, the muse that you are.  The fantasy of every man, with the click of your fingers.  This is where you manipulate the s*x into something extraordinarily erotic." I stared at her, took all this in with a pinch of salt, and nodded my head in great understanding. To be honest, I was more intrigued than what I let on to be.  I thought, maybe I could be Max one day.  Little did I know that history would repeat this very thing that I was thinking, years later in my life. She then told me to go pick out an outfit for her for the evening's event that she was going to.  As I watched her from the vast walk-in-closet's mirror, I saw that she was putting on a deep red lipstick and I was so fascinated that I almost forgot to get the dress.  Eventually, I found a gorgeous V-necked, sleeveless black Valentino, which flowed like silk. I then decided that at this point my new favorite color is black. I watched as my godmother got dressed, attiring herself from head to toe, from her expensive and, now I know, exotic lingerie to the silver heeled strapped shoes.  She looked absolutely fabulous!! She turned around and said to me, "Nyxie, dahling, come spend some more time with me tomorrow morning, we will talk over tea, drinks, and some finger sandwiches." I smiled excitedly and said, " Godmummy, I would be delighted to join you."  Smiling, she kissed both my cheeks, which I thought was strange because she usually just kisses me on one cheek.  I could not care less about that, because my mind was racing with the fact of what tomorrow would have in store for me.  As I left her room, I could still smell her exotic perfume on my clothes.  As I opened my eyes, I jumped up with the excitement of Christmas morning! Today is the day that I have an insight into another world.  I could hardly contain my excitement, thinking that I should wear black in order for me to feel the theoretical guide that I am about to receive, I grabbed my black tights, black sneakers, and a black T-shirt.  Knocking softly on my godmother's door, I heard her say "Enter."  As I entered my godmother was dressed in a beautiful black straight cut pencil skirt that elongated her long legs even more and a beautiful, white silk camisole, black and white heels, make up to a T.  She looked like she never went out the night before.  Before I could say - Good morning to her, she said to me, "Dahling, what are you wearing? Are you going to a rock concert or something?" I flushed with the deepest shade of red of pure embarrassment.  "Never mind," she said. "Come let's go to the parlor for a spot of breakfast.  As we entered the parlor, I could smell the freshly brewed coffee and the promise of the breakfast feast.  Careful not to look over-eager at any of the food, I waited until she did something, drinking coffee or eating - whatever, just waiting for the sign.  My stomach probably growled when she laughed and said in that deep husky voice of hers, "Dahling child, please help yourself and eat."  Carefully I dished myself some of the breakfast and poured myself some orange juice and some coffee. "So," she said, "What are your plans for today, dear?" "Nothing much, looking forward to spending some time with you. How was your night?", I asked. "I'm glad you asked, dahling," laughing with that tinkling sound that fairies make, and I thought I saw a wicked glint in her eye, but I decided to brush it off.  On cue, she touched her pearl necklace with her left hand to probably show me "inconspicuously" the new diamond, that winked at me.  My eyes popped right out, and I spluttered some orange juice from my mouth as my jaw dropped.  "Where did you get that?", I asked.  Smilingly, she said, "Dahling, god mummy is getting married." I thought to myself - OH boy, not again! Mentally slapping my hand against my forehead.  I kept my composure and I asked her with a straight face, "Who is my new god daddy?"  Felt to me like I have asked that question only about a million times.  She looked at me, tilting her head with only a poise that a model could, and replied, " He is a Frenchman, who owns quite vast land and vineyards.  Young, handsome and rich and a body to die for."  Before I could ask his age, she added on, " He is 28, turning 29."  Well, there goes the rest of my orange juice!  "Dahling, why are you messy today?  We need to get you sorted out with different clothes", said Max. My mind running in all directions, I thought, damn does he know how old you are? That thought faded when I heard shopping!! Oh boy, I like shopping with my godmother, for once I can pretend, I am a little princess, spoilt to the core.  YES! The maid came to clear the table, breakfast done, and dusted.  I saw my godmother standing there, deep in thought.  "Everything, ok?", I asked.  She smiled and said, "Of course, dahling, I was just wondering if I should take the car or get a driver for the day."  Personally, I could not care less, but I knew when she gets a personal chauffeur for the day, it is normal to have drinkies at the back seat of the car.  Wicked! She excused herself for a moment and I sat there making popping noises with my lips.  As she came back, she said, "Nyxie dear, the driver will collect us in 10 minutes, would you like to change your clothes?" "Yes, of course.", I said, turning redder than a tomato on a disco floor.  Hurriedly, I ran to my room and picked out a summer skirt, vest and pumps.  Looking into the mirror I quickly brushed my hair, to make it look neat and tidy. I scurried back to the parlor and my godmother looked up to say, "Much better dear." At least I took my little handbag with me but all it had in was my lip-gloss and a small compact mirror which was a gift from her. "Ready?", she asked.  I nodded my head and followed her out through the front door.  The driver was there, looking all stoic and professional.  He nodded, opened the door of the black Mercedes Benz with the black tinted windows, and said, "Good, morning, madam," to my godmother and "Good morning, miss,” to me.  As we got into the car, my godmother said, "Dahling, I would like to give you something as part of leaving my legacy to live on. But it will have to wait until lunchtime." I looked at her eagerly and replied to say, "Thank you."  Finally arriving at one of her favorite boutiques, I was awed by the fact that it looked so glossy and glamorous.  One of the ladies immediately came over to greet my godmother and me.  She looked kind of familiar, but then again wouldn't I remember? She kissed my godmother on both cheeks and said, "Bonjour, mademoiselle Max, soon to be to Madame.", lavishly winking at my godmother.  My godmother greeted her back with a tinkling laugh and said, "Bonjour, Dame Montoire." and winked back.  I guess by the exchange that they are old friends.  My godmother looked at me and asked, "Nyxie dahling, do you remember Alexandra?"  For the life of me, I could not remember, so I just downcast my eyes to the tips of my pumps.  So, "Alexandra" turned around, lifted up my chin, and let me look straight in her eyes.  All I saw were these big beautiful blue eyes peering at me under an elegant white Fedora that had a big black lacy bow; she looked like she was searching for something in my face.  Did I have egg on my face? She said to me, "Oh sweet Nyxie, you beautiful little thing.  Don't you remember me visiting you and your godmother all the time? You used to call me Aunty Lex."  My eyes widened with acknowledgment and I think she got the picture that I recognized her.  She smiled and patted my arm with a gloved hand.  Right there and then a flashback of note appeared in front of my eyes.  I remember her, Alexandra, or Aunty Lex.  Equally as beautiful as Max and one of her model friends.  Back then "Aunty Lex" had long, raven black hair and her striking blue eyes made it a dream for any photographer to capture her.  As I remembered from back then, she was known as Miss Lex King.  Then something else, then something else, then something else etc, just like Max! While my godmother and Aunty Lex were talking to each other, I looked at both of them.  One as fair as the other was dark.  Max with her golden blonde mane and gray-green eyes and Lex with her raven hair and blue eyes.  They were a stunningly striking pair.  Truly any photographer's dream.  But then I looked at Aunty Lex and I remembered the one time, Max had a bit of a glamorous soiree, I was about 13 at the time and I was so proud of my midnight blue dress that my godmother bought me.  It was one of the most beautiful dresses I owned. I remember seeing aunty Lex in a shiny, silky chiffon backless dress. It shone like diamonds.  Her hair was smoothed to the side with a tortoiseshell hair comb, but what I do know is that the dress reeked of Versace.  At least the one thing I can accredit my godmother for was all the years of being in the fashion industry I learned a lot by playing dress up in her closets to know what designer brand is who in the zoo.  Anyways, back to Lex. So, there I was minding my own business, while the "adults" were conversing with one another...touching each other discreetly, thinking of it only now - rolling eyes, totally oblivious and obtuse of what is "really" going on around me.  I then decided to go to the library where I could twirl and gaze at myself in the midnight blue dress and my little comb crown that Max has put on my head to hold my long curls.  Entering the library, I have never felt happier because I had the room to myself, where I could grab any book that I fancied and read in front of the fire like I always do - or so I thought!!  I heard the door opening of the library and at once I ran to hide under the old-fashioned mahogany desk.  My heart beating like a drum, I slumped down to breathe steadily.  I wasn't supposed to be here in any case because Max told me not to wander off.  Anyways, I looked through the sliver that separated the desk from its lid and I saw Lex with one of the most handsome guys I have ever seen in my life. He looked way younger than Lex, around 18 or so at the time.  The dashing, hot guy looked like he stepped right out of a fashion magazine, probably did! Knowing the circle, they circulate in.  This guy had dark hair, a cleft chin and he was amazingly tall - I think at that moment I started craving tallish guys. Never mind that, this guy was dressed in a tuxedo, not even James Bond could pull this one off.  I saw Lex touching his face and he bends his face down to her ear.  Almost like a whisper coming from her lips, but I swore I saw her tongue snaking out and licking the lobe of his ear.  At that moment I thought it was the most disgusting thing ever.  Well presently and personally, I disagree with my 13-year-old self! Uhm, hello…back to Lex and the dishy male.  So, as I was saying licking lobe blah blah blah... Well, she did whisper in his ear, because I saw the expression on his face as he closed his eyes with pure content.  I saw Lex walking away from him and she stood near the fire. Wow-what a glorious sight it was. The soft firelight illuminating her stunning face, she paused looked coyly at the man whose eyes were eating her alive.  She looked back at the fire and the man crossed over to her. As he reached her, his hands gently squeezed her shoulders and I could see her head going back to lean on his chest.  She turned around to look at him and he attempted to kiss her, but she waved it off with her forefinger and shook her head gently.  I was so confused about why she did that.  I mean she kisses me all the time.  She gently took of his tux jacket and ran her hands down his back and front and stroked his body with hers.  The dishy man made many attempts to touch her but she refused him that opportunity.  Eventually, the man was sitting on the couch - my favorite place to sit in the library - and he looked at her like she was a goddess or some magical creature - which she was.  She walked slowly towards him and from the angle that I was crouching I could see that she was looking straight in his eyes and this man was so mesmerized by her,  I was even mesmerized.  When she reached him, she touched herself slowly from neck to thigh and up again.  She then released the clips that held her dress together and it just pooled down to the floor.  My eyes widened with shock and my mouth literally dropped to the floor.  I am not sure if I can call it underwear, but the things that held her breast together was a see-through plastic thing and I wasn't sure if that was a panty or something, it looked like a thin piece of silk that had red ribbons and bows on it as well as one piece of lace with on her right thigh that had stuff hanging from them.  Well knowing what I know now, it was a silicone bra and damn fancy G-string with a garter belt! Rolling eyes.  So... this guy shot up like a straight arrow to pull her closer, but she just smiled, shook her head again, and pushed him back on the couch.  She then proceeded to sit astride his lap, still with those killer heels on.  Almost like we do when we go horse riding - straddling.  I could see this man's mouth opening, closing, and swallowing by the look of his Adam's apple.  Lex continued to stroke his face, his eyes, his nose and lips tracing it with her forefinger, while the other hand clutch this man's hair.  He had the look of pure ecstasy on his face.  The same way I look at my favorite ice cream - pistachio, of course, wink- wink.  As I am watching them, I could suddenly feel, my tummy growling thinking of ice cream.  My biggest shock came when she started riding him slowly almost rhythmically - I nearly fell backward from under the desk. I put my hand in front of my mouth not to breathe so loudly.  I heard the man starting to groan within deep inside his throat, his eyes still closed, and his jaw clenched tightly that I think I saw a muscle ticking on the side of his jaw.  At that moment Lex licked his neck and I think nipped it? Vampire much? As she continued to ride this man, this man started to clench his fists on either side of her and I know that he was aching to clench her butt.  And just like - with a click of a finger, she slowly got off him, took a piece of ribbon of her garter belt, set it aside, and gracefully dressed again.  The man still with his eyes closed; finally decided to open it and he looked at Lex with pure lust.  I saw her moving forward to him again and took that piece of ribbon and tied it on his wrist and she kissed it.  He cupped her chin, looked at her, and attempted to kiss her again.  But she just turned away and smiled coyly.  Now for my biggest shock as a 13-year-old, I saw her hand snake down to the front of his trousers to cup his special place, and yet again that handsome, dishy man closed his eyes.  Within seconds, I saw Lex withdraw and walked towards the door!  She just left him there without a word!! WOW. My face at the time looked like the shocked emoticons on mobile phones.  I couldn't move because this man was sitting with his hand in his hair like he was lost or something.  Eventually, he got up, looked around the library and I am shitting myself hoping he wouldn't spot me, but then he was just looking for a drink in the library, which I saw him pouring a huge glass of whiskey from the trays of whiskeys and brandies that Max kept there.  Don't know what he poured but heard him sigh, running his hand through his hair, took a gulp, sigh, swore softly, sigh, swore softly, and a huge gulp.  Which felt like an eternity, he finally dressed and walked out of the library.  I slumped back, let out the breath that I forgot that I kept in, and processed everything I saw that happened earlier on? Questions started to form in my head. Why didn't she kiss him? Why did she give him a piece of ribbon? Why did she leave him there and walked away?   ______________________________________   Back in the present looking at Lex -  I understand why that man drank the alcohol, sighed, and swore.  I would too if I had blue balls like him! "Nyxie? Come here dahling, Alexandra has beautiful garments for you to choose from," said Max.  "I also know you have a penchant for high heels."  "How did you know that I asked," embarrassed as hell, I asked her. "Your mother told me dahling," then she winked at me. I saw Lex smiling and winking at Max, almost like they shared a secret.  For a few hours, all I saw were beautiful gowns, day dresses, evening wear, casual wear, heels, and more heels, and a lot of "f*ck me" underwear which was similar to the G-string that I saw on Lex.  I dressed, undressed, and paraded in front of Max and Lex like a stuffed turkey on Christmas morning. I was basically their personal Barbie doll.  Eventually, it was over, and I was exhausted! Finally, Max said, " Come dahling, we are going to the salon. Nyxie put on that little black skirt, the heels, and that black cashmere top. Also, use the Coco Chanel bag."  Boy, I thought she said we are going to eat, I was starving, I swear I could have eaten my fingers if I could. Arriving at the salon a gay and very gay guy greeted us.  He was very handsome indeed but obviously no interested in honey pots whatsoever.  Hands everywhere and kisses in the air, he flitted around his salon, and presto! Champagne was brought to us on a silver tray.  I looked at Max and she nodded in my direction to take the flute.  I thanked the lady who gave it to me and watching how Max and Lex sipped theirs, I decided to sip mine the same way.  OH, my hat!! It tasted like heaven on my tongue and I swear I could have felt my eyes rolling back.  I didn't want to embarrass myself by asking what kind of champagne it was because I have no clue, all I know was Dom Perignon, Moet & Chandon, Cristal, Veuve Cliquot, and Mumm.  "Ladies, do you like the 1928 Krug champagne? Si? Beautiful isn't it, just like a hot man lying on your bed, No?" I nearly spluttered the champagne out of my mouth, still deciding whether I should be shocked or laugh at the comment. Fortunately, Lex answered, "Darling Stefan, it is even better." And she winked at him. He trilled like a cat on hot bricks and said, "Alexandra cara, if I did not tie my knickers on the other side's wrist, I would've definitely tied it on you.  You saucy minx, you." I am starting to wonder what's up with this tying the ribbon, knickers or silk story? He then turned around and looked at me, looked at Max, and said, " Oh my, who is the little darling we have here si?" "It is my beautiful goddaughter, one of my only loves and no you can't have her Stefan dahling, she belongs only to me." I felt like I was a piece of meat or bone or a ring that is being bartered between dogs or between a street vendor and a potential client. Uhmmm….hello??? I am sitting here you know. "This one is not too beautiful, si, but loads of attractiveness and s*x appeal is pouring out of this little thing si?" " Lookout dollfaces", wagging his finger at Max and Lex, "She might be overtaking your thrones if you're not careful hmm," he said and laughed lavishly with his hand in front of his chest. Max and Lex just shook their heads and grinned. "What throne", I thought.  I am not model material; I am short as s**t. Perhaps the champagne is fuzzing my brain a bit.  I heard Stefan ordering everyone about in the salon and immediately two ladies came to and asked me to follow them, I looked at Max and she pointed me to go.  Sitting in front of the mirror, I gazed at it and in the reflection, I hear Stefan say to Max "I will personally take care of it cara mia."  Wondered what that was all about.  All kitted out for my hair to be styled, I saw Stefan came with a bowl and started fussing around my head with a brush, it looked like dye and I stammered to say, "No," All he did was looked at me and with that finger of his he tutted me quiet.  He snapped his fingers and more champagne was brought to me, I really felt like I was slipping into a daze.  After a long while from sitting under the heating hairdryer lights, he came to collect me, took off the foil pieces, and nodded knowingly.  Snapping his fingers once again, the same two ladies escorted me to the "shampoo" room.  So, I went and had the best hair wash in the world, I nearly fell asleep.  Back at the chair, Stefan was waiting for me, with scissors in his hand but I was too buzzed and happy from the happy juice that I did not even protest.  "You want to look like your beautiful god mummy and Alexandra, si?" he said.  All I could do was nod like a dummy almost automatically like being pulled by a puppeteer.  Happily, he snipped away, but I could not care less because more champagne was being brought to me.  Hairdryers, combs, and brushes I saw going like little airplanes in front of me.  Two more ladies came and lifted my hands on both sides - OMG finally a manicure!! Excited much?  Finally, he spun me around to face him and he said, "There is one more thing to do, cara mia."   "Venir, venir!", he called out and two more ladies came with a bag, it looked heavy.  They started fussing around my face and one of them plucked my eyebrows, I nearly screeched with pain, but the champagne told me not to.  Finally, the minions stopped. He beckoned Max and Lex over and gracefully they glided over.  They both looked at me with a raised eyebrow and a mysterious smile.  Did I look that crap?  Stefan twirled around and said to me, "Cara mia, do you want to see the real you?"  "Yes, p-p-please," I stuttered nervously, starting to fidget my knee up and down out of habit.   I stared back at this girl, with the Farrah Fawcett hairstyle, all honey brown-blonde, beautifully made-up from head to shoulders. Who is that? I raised my left eyebrow and this girl raised her right. Uhm okay, is she standing behind me? Should I turn around? Instead, I licked my lips and she did the same. For a few seconds, my breath got kind of stuck because I gasped - That girl is me!! That is me? That is ME!! OMF!! Can't be!! I wanted to laugh like a maniac but instead, I turned around, took the champagne glass, and gulped the whole thing in one swallow!  Immediately everyone let out a peal of small laughter and I was out of my reverie.  I dared not look up at anyone, but something told me to look up through my lashes and I did.  "Oh, my great Gucci, look at that evasive look!", said Lex, "This can only get better." My godmother approached me, cupped my chin, and tilted my head upwards to face her.  I looked dead straight into her green-gray eyes.    _________________________________________________