Looking for a Bride

02 -Amélie Petit

Amélie Petit

Where was my head when I agreed to come with Laura to the Moulin Rouge? I know that my job as Noely's assistant doesn't give me a good income, but at least I have all my bills paid for the month.

If it wasn't for my father getting into this mess and the loan shark he owes, I wouldn't be here subjecting myself to this, not that I'm belittling the life of prostitution that my best friend lives, but I know very well that she isn't always lucky enough to get a good client who treats her with affection and not just as a punching bag.

How many times have I had to help her get home, after she'd called me for help, because she'd suffered yet another assault from some dirty politician from Paris or Europe who loves to come to the Moulin Rouge to take advantage of one of the girls from the world's most famous house of prostitution.

"Choose a mask and roll on stage, you dance so well, you know you don't have to go to the privates if you don't want to, but if you decide you just have to pay the house fee and the rest is yours," Laura says as she finishes putting on her make-up.

Even if we're wearing masks, the owner of the house asks us to always be impeccable, because the decision to reveal ourselves is ours alone. And the clients know the house rules. Before entering the dressing room, Madame Françoasi showed me around and told me that I was always welcome to dance.

My beauty was exotic, she said. Thanks to an anomaly I inherited from my mother, I have a lock of hair a shade darker than my straight golden hair, which is something I love.

Unfortunately, I lost my mother during a robbery that she and my father suffered while he was picking her up from work. I was still very young, only eight years old, but I saw how my father's deep depression sank him when he fell headlong into his gambling addiction.

"Choose a mask and roll on stage, you dance so well, you know you don't have to go to the privates if you don't want to, but if you decide you just have to pay the house fee and the rest is yours," Laura says as she finishes putting on her make-up.

Even if we're wearing masks, the owner of the house asks us to always be impeccable, because the decision to reveal ourselves is ours alone. And the clients know the house rules. Before entering the dressing room, Madame Françoasi showed me around and told me that I was always welcome to dance.

My beauty was exotic, she said. Thanks to an anomaly I inherited from my mother, I have a lock of hair a shade darker than my straight golden hair, which is something I love.

Unfortunately, I lost my mother during a robbery that she and my father suffered while he was picking her up from work. I was still very young, only eight years old, but I saw how my father's deep depression sank him when he fell headlong into his gambling addiction.

I left home when I was sixteen, the moment he decided to sell my virginity to some i***t he was going to play, I managed to escape with a lot of luck. The same luck I had in meeting such good people who helped me a lot, until one day I stumbled across Laura, a Brazilian immigrant who spoke no French and couldn't buy a bottle of water.

Luckily, I learned a little Portuguese, but Portuguese for Portugal, so our friendship began and to this day we live together, supporting each other in our joys and especially in our disappointments in love.

Because one thing we have in common is a rotten finger for men, which is sometimes unbelievable. While I'm thinking about the comic tragedy that is my life, I choose one of the exclusive pieces that Noely Miller designed and made for me, a small white one with some lace covering part of my ass.

I approach my friend, who is already wearing a dark garment and thin stockings at thigh level, holding her mask.

"You look beautiful, don't forget to put your mask on, I think the next show is yours, I'll walk around a bit among the customers to see if I can get a client for tonight." She says, making me feel a little more confident.

I watch as she walks away, I take a deep breath and pick up the first mask offered to me by another girl who is dancing tonight, she gives me a sweet smile and wishes me luck in my performance, I get up on stage and let my body be guided by the sensual sound coming out of the amplifiers.

As I use the poly dance bar, my gaze falls on one of the boxes and an electric current runs through my body as soon as I recognize the gaze of my boss's womanizing nephew, I continue dancing, showing off my ass in the direction of the box he was in.

"Amélie?" I hear my name called by a waiter approaching the stage, I stop the performance and approach him. "A customer from the box is asking for exclusivity."

"Exclusivity"

The name used to inform me that there is a person interested in having an hour of no-strings-attached, consensual s*x, but I don't intend to go to bed with any man today, I'm happy just to receive the two thousand euros for dancing.

I nod my head, because how can I have s*x with my boss's nephew?

I go back to dancing, looking in the direction of the box, getting ready to perform another acrobatic polydance and when my gaze doesn't meet the blue eyes belonging to the cockiest, most womanizing man I know.

But my song is almost over, so I approach the edge of the stage and get a few euro and dollar bills, which I keep and leave on stage.

Before I can enter the dressing room, large hands close around my wrist, and when I look at the man I'm surprised at his audacity in approaching me.

I take courage and accept his invitation, taking him to the room next to the stage. I leave the room dimly lit, because I can't let him recognize me, I'm going to give my boss's nephew an intriguing evening. I put one of the blindfolds that were available in one of the drawers and cover his beautiful blue eyes.

They say that the unknown instigates us, making us look for a way to reveal what we can't fully see on the surface. Perhaps that's why so many people venture into the depths of the ocean or the immensity of the sky.

I feel the woody scent making him even more attractive, I run my hands up his chest, slowly opening the buttons of his shirt, I want to revel in how much I enjoy every part of this evening with the Walker heir.

Tommáz is a tall man, I'm not that short, but even with heels I can't get over his chin, I push the fabric of his shirt, which falls completely to the floor at his feet.

"I see you enjoy torturing a hungry man, mademoiselle!" His question massages my ego, as I understand that he approves of what I'm doing.

"Hungry?" I ask intrigued, removing the belt from his pants. "You don't look hungry to me, since you let yourself be blindfolded!" I say a little arrogantly.

I feel his fingers close around my neck and squeeze, taking my breath away. I'm impressed when my p***y gets wet from this display of power, because I can't deny that he's hot as hell.

"Don't test me mademoiselle, I'm not a patient man..." I pull his face towards my lips, silencing what he had intended to say.

His lips were moist, and I was taken by surprise when I kissed him. I pushed him away, making him take his hands off my neck and wrap them around my waist. I walked with him to the bed and ended up falling on top of his body, without detaching our lips, which seemed to be fighting for an extra part of each other, I let a smile appear as I felt him sucking on my lower lip.

"I hope you have a condom with you, Monsieur Walker?" I ask with the same treatment in my own language, heavy on the French accent

My intention was just to dance, so I didn't come prepared for a night of hot s*x, so I hope he's a careful and responsible man, because not for all the money in the world do I f**k without a condom, I've already had my fill of idiocy and I won't do it again, especially with someone I theoretically know.

"You're damn right I will..." he replies and turns us over on the bed. "Let me see you?"

"Negative, be an obedient boy and keep the blindfold on," I say as he kisses the valley of my breasts and inhales my perfume.

His skillful hands manage to pull one of my breasts out of the bra I was wearing, modesty aside, working with Noely has its privileges and one of them is getting haute couture pieces.

I gasp when the warmth of his mouth touches my left breast, I spread my legs even wider in an attempt to let the heated flesh find some relief, I rub my pubis against the pelvis of the man who has gone crazy over my breasts.

I hear his grunts of satisfaction as he touches each of my breasts, moving from one to the other, taking care not to press his lips to my n*****s. I look at the tangle of blonde hair making a trail of small kisses towards my slit that begs for attention.

"You smell so sweet, mademoiselle..." My mind starts to disconnect from my body the moment I feel his nose brushing against my opening.

His hands go to the side of my panties and gently pull them down towards my thighs. I lift my hips off the bed so that the process can be carried out without difficulty, and I let a smile slip out of the corner of my mouth when I notice the care he takes with the underwear I'm wearing.

"I have an acquaintance who works in underwear," he says at last.

The moment Tommáz touches my slit with his tongue, I come so close to the precipice of pleasure that I see bright spots on my eyelids. He plays with my c******s as if he were sucking on a palette of his favorite fruit, leaving me intoxicated with desire for pleasure, waiting for the orgasm that was building up in my womb to reach its peak and make me wetter than I already was.

Feeling his fingers invading me, reaching just the right spot, causes my body to disengage from the bed and let a scream of pleasure escape my throat, my orgasm comes so strong that my legs start to go limp, I feel lethargy overtaking me but I know that the last thing I'll be able to do here tonight is sleep.

"Don't even consider sleeping, mademoiselle, we're just getting started," Tommáz gets out of bed.

I can see even though the room is dark when he removes his pants and takes the condom from his wallet, tearing the little packet with his teeth, I can barely see how he puts the condom on, but there's no mistaking it.

His hands find my ankles and I help him reach my body, laughing every time he touches points on my body that tickle me, I hold back my laughter a few times or he'll think I'm unbalanced.

I rest my hands on his broad shoulders, enjoying every part of that musculature that he must have gained in the many hours he's been in the gym, making his body beautiful, as I read in the magazines. I'd love to get a better look at all the muscles he's showing off, but I know that if I turn up the light he'll want to take off his blindfold and I can't allow that.

His erection slid into my opening without any effort or barrier, drawing gasps and moans from everyone. Tommáz has an arsenal that left me on the verge of another orgasm when he penetrated me. I close my eyes and let the sensations take over every part of my body.

"f*****g hot woman..." I hear him curse in his own language.

I take a deep breath with each thrust that reaches my cervix, a pleasurable pain that surprises me. He takes hold of my wrists and raises them above my head, leaving me defenseless, which turns me on even more.

He teases me in and out slowly, driving me crazy wanting rougher s*x, and I moan in frustration when he pulls his c**k out of my p***y.

"Turn around, mademoiselle." His hands turn me at once, eliciting an exclamation from me at what he's about to do.

I push my ass up on all fours so that he can enter again, I want everything Walker can give me, how could I, a woman forced to give all her monthly money to a loan shark, have the pleasure of lying in bed and pleasuring myself with the most coveted man?

I relax when he starts to enter me slowly and runs his fingers over the tattoo I have on my ass, something I did when I was inconsequential in my youth. I feel another orgasm approaching and I surrender to the thrusts my one-night stand gives me.

I contract the muscles of my p***y when I hear him say that he's about to come. I start the game that every man likes to play, but never has the courage to ask. I keep contracting and grinding until I hear Tommáz's roar of pleasure as he thrusts inside me twice more and collapses carefully under my body.

I help him to lie down on the bed and I see a huge smile on his face, just like him I was satisfied with what we'd just done, but now it's time to wake up to reality, I have to go home, tomorrow fashion week starts and I know that Noely will draw blood from me and from every model who will model each of her creations which, modesty aside, are spectacular.

"Monsieur, I have to go, tonight was a surprise, I should just dance," I say sincerely.

"Let me see your face, I want to take you home or have you sleep with me." His blindfolded face turns towards me.

"Nous ne pouvons pas monsieur.", "We can't, sir".

I reply in my own language, which makes him curve his beautiful smile downwards in frustration.

"All right, since you're the only one who can see here, my wallet is lying there on the floor, pick it up." I let out a giggle, which earns me a slap on the ass.

Tommáz sits down on the bed and I hand him the wallet as soon as I pick it up, leaving it on his thigh so he can do what he wants. His hands reach for my chin and I kiss his lips again, pulling away because I have to go.

"I have no idea how much you have in mind for our adventure, but I would love it if you would allow me to have you again," he insists.

"We can't Monsieur," I repeat.

But my body, eager for more pleasure, almost gives in so that he can lie me down on that bed again, but I can't as I'll look at him all week if he knows I'm the woman in the mask. I look at him again and kiss his lips before putting my mask back on.

I get out of bed and pull my panties back on, since in his desperation he hasn't even removed my bra.

"It's all yours evil mademoiselle, you're going to make my friend here sad." He purses his lips in a way that almost makes me laugh, but I have to leave.

"Thank you for the pleasure Monsieur, I'm leaving the room." I take the money he left on his leg Tom holds my wrist.

"Tell me your name, please." I decide to say the name of my favorite character.

"Ella, goodbye Monsieur Walker!" I walk out of the room, leaving him alone.

I'm not crazy about telling my real name to the man who will probably spend the week screwing the models who work for his aunt. In the dressing room I look for Madame Françoasi and give her the part she said would be for the use of the private room, she pays me the amount for dancing and I ask her to tell Laura that I've already gone home, I need to get as far away from Tommáz Walker as I can.