Paris: 1928 {PM me)

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Marcel Lapin rolled yet another cigarette and listened to the singer do her routine in the cabaret. As much as his wife Monique might complain about his visits to this club, he would continue to escape his sad marriage here. She had her own secrets that weren't very well hidden, the solicitor knew very well. Since she reserved her best sexual favors for her lover, she had no right to complain that he sought what she denied him. Threats of divorce cut both ways and as a lawyer, he was in a great position to fight her in court.

Oh, yes, but Marcel could remember well their last argument in his mind,"I wouldn't mind if you sought the companionship of a mistress, like a respectable man. I know that you have needs. But going to a transvestite club? Why in the name of Le Bon Dieu would you dishonor yourself by masturbating to a man dressed as a woman? That is too liberal, even for us!"

Well, that was her problem. If she didn't grasp what the female impersonators did for him, he wouldn't bother to explain himself to her. The biggest draw was Chloe, the American drag queen performing for his benefit at the moment. He had no idea of her real name, but he didn't care at this point. He just wanted to enjoy her voice and the sight of her alluring body.

Who knew, but if things went well, perhaps a sexual liaison could happen. Then again, she was in high demand. Who knew how Chloe felt about the men in the club, if she was even interested in a same-sex encounter. Some transvestites were bisexual, some homosexual, and some heterosexual. For some, it was just work, for others, it was their passion.

OOC: Seeking a player of either sex or a transgender player to play Chloe, the transvestite cabaret singer. PM me if interested.

 

[Armphid]

The club was full and wine and liquor were flowing. A thin haze of smoke lingered in the air, gathering near the ceiling to almost look like cloudy skies were overhead. The low lights burned in the haze and spread dim, intriguing illumination over everything in the place, save for one spot on the stage where the lights were bright and everything was shown into sharp relief.

Behind the spot of brilliance, the club musicians struck up the last song Chloe would be singing tonight. It was smoky, sultry, and far more than any proper girl should ever be singing about. But Chloe was no proper girl.

She stood in the spotlight, a teasing smile on plush, full red lips and a gleam of naughtiness in her large, expressive green eyes. Her facial features were soft and fine, her hair an elegant uplifted curl of shiny, glorious golden locks that she was proud were completely natural. A single bright red rose was in her hair, giving a splash of vibrant color to her blond tresses and pale, porcelain skin. Her figure was feminine from careful dieting and wearing corsets most of the time, except when performing obviously. Her work had given her a slender waist with slightly wider hips, a pert and luscious ass, and a faint breast-like swell that was sometimes enhanced but not tonight. A clingy, floaty dress of a sea blue fell over her shoulders, cut in a long, low V that went to almost her navel. The skirt was tight around her hips and ass, long and flowing after, though it had thigh high slits on either side which let her display a race amount of long, supple, perfectly smooth leg whenever she wished.

A casual look, or even a close one from many people, would show a very pretty, if flat chested young woman of barely 18 years. The one giveaway most would notice was covered by a pretty choker in the shape of a red rose over the base of her neck.

Those full lips parted, and a healthy, sensual alto purred out of her and across the club.

"Ohh...do it again."

Chloe swung her hips as she took a few steps forward, lips parted and eyes half lidded as though phantom hands and lips were on her.

"I may say no, no, no
But, please, do it again.
My lips just ache,
To have you take,
The kiss that's waiting for you..."

She sang in her native English, knowing the tone and her movements would put across plenty of the song's meaning for those patrons who didn't know the language. She did half her set in French and half in English, after all she knew part of her attraction to the men here was that she was American.

"You won't regret it,
Come...and get it."

She strolled along the edge of the stage, her eyes catching and holding the gaze of the men down below; those who were staring at her ass or the flashes of leg. She'd had offers from men who visited the club occasionally but politely declined them all. It could be very dangerous for a girl like her to go anywhere alone with a man. But there were a few men here of reputation who might be safe. One of whom she knew was following her every motion right now.

"My Mommy scolds me,
Cause she told me,
It's naughty...but then...
Oh, do it again.
Please, do it again."


She paused and giggled after the word "naughty" and licked her lips, pulling the rose from her hair to let it cascade down around her face for the last two lines, her head rolling back, hands outstretched as if holding onto something to keep her from shaking or quivering in delight.

The music swelled and then fell, the spotlight shutting off and leaving her in the darkness. Then it came back on, Chloe smiling and bowing to applause. The MC came onstage, calling out her name and giving her a chaste kiss on the cheek before making a great show or shooing her offstage and down to the club floor.

 

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Marcel Lapin

As the song ended and Chloe walked off the stage, Marcel had to act. He approached her as boldly as he dared and whispered to her, "Madamoiselle, would you care to join me at my table? I would like to buy you a drink. There is no pressure, but I have a proposition for you, if you're interested."

Marcel was more nervous than he let on. What if Chloe had no interest in this proposition? He just knew that he had to try. She excited him in a way that his wife never did. He wanted to feel alive in a lover's arms, too. If his wife could do it, so could he. Then he wouldn't care about Monique anymore.

 

[Armphid]

Chloe felt a flutter of fear as a man stood up and approached her but mingled with anticipation as well. Her smile never wavered however and she delicately arched an eyebrow as he whispered to her. His voice was so...smooth and confident. So debonair!

She hesitated only a few moments; her eyelids fluttered as she tried to look him over as surreptitously as possible. Handsome, smartly dressed, ring on his finger...mm, oh, she shouldn't...

"Oh, monsieur," she answered back in soft tones, "a proposition from a man such as you sets a girl's heart to fluttering." She lifted her left hand, which held the short stemmed rose that had decorated her hair and held it up and slipped it into the breast pocket of his jacket. Then she took his arm, "Merci beaucoup, monsieur, I would be delighted to join you."

Her stomach felt like it had a million butterflies in it. What could he want? He seemed so polished and so nice...was he really? Oh, she hoped so!

 

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Marcel Lapin

Chloe felt a flutter of fear as a man stood up and approached her but mingled with anticipation as well. Her smile never wavered however and she delicately arched an eyebrow as he whispered to her. His voice was so...smooth and confident. So debonair!

She hesitated only a few moments; her eyelids fluttered as she tried to look him over as surreptitously as possible. Handsome, smartly dressed, ring on his finger...mm, oh, she shouldn't...

"Oh, monsieur," she answered back in soft tones, "a proposition from a man such as you sets a girl's heart to fluttering." She lifted her left hand, which held the short stemmed rose that had decorated her hair and held it up and slipped it into the breast pocket of his jacket. Then she took his arm, "Merci beaucoup, monsieur, I would be delighted to join you."

Her stomach felt like it had a million butterflies in it. What could he want? He seemed so polished and so nice...was he really? Oh, she hoped so!

"Oh, I will come right out with it. If you don't like it, I will understand completely. However, hear me out. I propose that you become my mistress. Yes, in the traditional French sense, with all of the indulgence and respect due to such an esteemed position. Here, it is no disgrace to be a mistress, as you might well have gathered. Even some wives are also mistresses.

"What do you think of that, madamoiselle?" Pierre held out a drink to Chloe as he awaited her response.

"Care for a light, by the way?" he offered as well.

 

[Armphid]

There was nothing he could have said that would have stunned her more. Chloe's astonishment showed on her pretty face for several seconds and the she lowered her gaze, her cheeks flushing. "Monsieur, you are so bold!" She took the offered drink with a shy smile, her lashes fluttering at him a bit. "So direct! But this is something that...I like in a man."

His mistress! Never in a million years had she thought he wanted anything like that! A rendezvous perhaps, a night's pleasure, but a mistress?

Chloe knew that mistresses were something of a tradition here; it seemed to be expected that a man would have one. Some had more than one, she heard. And mistresses were lavished with attention and gifts, money, some ever lived in apartments or a home their man paid for.

And what did the man get? What did he want from her? A few thoughts went through her mind and she shivered. God, it had been so long since...

Chloe smiled at him. She'd seen him before at the club; handsome and well dressed. Natalie, one of her friends, had pointed him out to her one night. She noticed that he was almost always there when she performed. "I would like that light, monsieur. And...the thought of being mistress to such a man makes me giddy and happy, and I..." She should think it over. Talk to him more. Find out more about it and him.

Unfortunately, Chloe was sometimes too impulsive for her own good. "I would be happy, and so flattered, to be your mistress, monsieur. Though I don't know you, or what...I should be as a mistress, you are so handsome and debonair...I cannot resist you."

 

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Marcel Lapin

There was nothing he could have said that would have stunned her more. Chloe's astonishment showed on her pretty face for several seconds and the she lowered her gaze, her cheeks flushing. "Monsieur, you are so bold!" She took the offered drink with a shy smile, her lashes fluttering at him a bit. "So direct! But this is something that...I like in a man."

His mistress! Never in a million years had she thought he wanted anything like that! A rendezvous perhaps, a night's pleasure, but a mistress?

Chloe knew that mistresses were something of a tradition here; it seemed to be expected that a man would have one. Some had more than one, she heard. And mistresses were lavished with attention and gifts, money, some ever lived in apartments or a home their man paid for.

And what did the man get? What did he want from her? A few thoughts went through her mind and she shivered. God, it had been so long since...

Chloe smiled at him. She'd seen him before at the club; handsome and well dressed. Natalie, one of her friends, had pointed him out to her one night. She noticed that he was almost always there when she performed. "I would like that light, monsieur. And...the thought of being mistress to such a man makes me giddy and happy, and I..." She should think it over. Talk to him more. Find out more about it and him.

Unfortunately, Chloe was sometimes too impulsive for her own good. "I would be happy, and so flattered, to be your mistress, monsieur. Though I don't know you, or what...I should be as a mistress, you are so handsome and debonair...I cannot resist you."

"Glad to hear this. Here's your light. You won't regret it, mademoiselle. I've wanted a mistress for a good while, and now that I know that the wife is unfaithful to me, I have no qualms of conscience about it, which were the only things stopping me before. Of course, that makes me an unusual Frenchman, I know," Marcel lit Chloe's cigarette for her and another for himself.

"Sadly, I am a chain-smoker, but then I suspect so are you. I love doing that after certain intimate matters. Now, don't worry about the financial side. I can begin to cover your rent, as well as other expenses of a necessary nature. And I'll always light your cigarettes if I'm around to do so.

"A toast, to friends and lovers, may they be one and the same," Marcel added.

"Don't worry about the wife. As I said, she's in no position to object. She might not like a particular matter, but that's none of her concern. She lost that right when she took a lover of her own. I gather that she assumed that I was unfaithful as a matter of course. Well, it is the French way, and now I shall begin to practice that custom, with your gracious assistance in that capacity."

"Shall we retire to a special flat that I have nearby. It can be yours or I can sell it and use the money to get you a new one."

Marcel sat wondering what Chloe would say.

 

[Armphid]

Chloe took a deep drag from the cigarette as Marcel explained himself and the situation. From what he said, he was an unusual Frenchman. But that was a good thing, really. Your average Frenchman was more cosmopolitan than an American but they still reacted badly to girls like Chloe. "Oui, monsieur, you are not like other Frenchmen. You are far greater, I think."

His words about "certain intimate matters" made her stomach tighten in both fear and anticipation. It also made clear one of the things he would want from her as his mistress, though it was no surprise. Would he be a giving lover? She lifted her glass to his toast and chimed hers against his, "May they be one and the same," she echoed and drank deeply.

She flushed as he asked if they should retire to his rented flat. Oh, God. This was real. He would take her there and then...and then...

Chloe rose, "Bien sur, I would be happy to see this special place, monsieur. After all," she winked at him, "I must begin my gracious assistance of you soon. You look like a man who needs to...relax." The blond transvestite leaned over to kiss her new paramour on the cheek, "Un moment while I fetch my things."

She hurried over to Natalie, who had been watching from the entrance to the backstage of the club. There was a quick exchange of words, a squeal, and Natalie brought out Chloe's simple and worn coat and her purse. Natalie would know where she had gone and with whom; Chloe did not worry, she felt...trust for this bold, handsome man. But it was always wise just in case he hurt her.

Chloe made her way back to Marcel, "I'm sorry that took so long. Please let us go, monsieur. I am so eager to...see this place and get to know you better."

 

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Marcel Lapin

"Take my arm, dear. I will escort you to said location. Be assured that it will be nice and discreet. Contrary to what my wife fears. Care for another light?" Marcel offered, presenting his arm.

Marcel couldn't help admiring Chloe all over again. She had the kind of figure and femininity that transcended her anatomy....yes, a woman in spirit and heart mattered as much as a woman in body. Chloe was definitely a woman in spirit. That was how Marcel thought of it, anyway.

"Come, my dear. We have some matters to which we should attend," he encouraged her with a soothing, hopefully seductive tone....as manly and firm, yet gentle as he could make it. It wasn't really an act. He had the instinctive desire to protect and provide for her, regardless of what others thought. She was his now.

 

[Armphid]

She gladly took his arm; her right looped through his and the left resting on his forearm. It did not rest much however, gently stroking and feeling the strength of him as he led her from the club and they began to head for the nearby flat. "I am sure it will be wonderful, monsieur," she answered with a smile and a faint blush on her cheeks.

Chloe accepted his offer of another light, breathing in the smoky, sexy aroma and feeling of the cigarette. She felt so feminine right now; on the arm of a handsome, seductive, debonair man who was taking her through the streets to a flat for an erotic rendezvous. He looked at her like she was the most desirable woman he'd ever seen and she felt like it with him.

She had felt desired before but not like this. Up on stage, she could feel lustful gazes and knew men were undressing her with their eyes or imagining taking her. But this majestic and noble man wanted to do so for real. He felt no shame or disgust. It was a miracle.

Chloe looked up at him and leaned against him a bit, "I am so happy, monsieur, and I cannot wait for us to arrive. You are a kind man, and so handsome and suave. I will do all I can to take your worries away and make you forget the ungrateful woman in your life."

 

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Marcel Lapin

Marcel was thrilled to hear Chloe's words and he made a point of lightly stroking the back of her dress......down to her hips and cheeks. He didn't want to leave any question of what he intended for them. The Church might condemn them, but he didn't care. He wanted Chloe and he would have her. He was done living as others wished.

"I have every confidence that you will do exactly that. The rules of being a mistress never change, but within those limits, we can be what we wish to be. Now, kiss me," Marcel encourage Chloe, leaning to kiss her as they reached his flat.

 

[Armphid]

Chloe felt a shiver that went through her whole body as Marcel boldly stroked her back, even over her hips and petting her pert ass. God, he was so confident and strong! Doing this right out in public!

As they came to what must be the door to, he asked for, no, demanded a kiss. It made her melt and Chloe pressed herself against him, her arms going about his neck and her lips met his. She moaned into his lips as she kissed him with eager excitement. Her lips parted to allow his tongue into her.

 

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Marcel Lapin

Marcel opened the door and let Chloe in with him before kissing her even deeper this time. He turned her around and opened the back of her dress to undress her partially. He began kissing her neck and began to unlace her corset. His hands slipped down inside her panties to caress her buttocks.

It was very fresh of him, but Marcel didn't care. He was in a very aggressive mood and wanted to taste the forbidden pleasures of this American cabaret singer, his new mistress. If it was too fast, she was free to tell him.

"Chloe, it is time. If you're not ready, you can tell me, but I want you. Now."

 

[Armphid]

Chloe gasped as Marcel turned her around and pushed her against the back of the door, shutting the street out as he handled her. His passion, his aggression, it was a little scary but far more than that it was electric. Her nipples were stiff and hard and she could feel her tucked away "clit" tingling and starting to swell from the incredible feelings!

She shivered as his hands caressed her base skin and let out a soft coo as he worked at the laces of her corset. He was like an animal! Wonderful! To feel so desired, so wanted, made her feel so sexy, so feminine!

"Ahh!" The cry escaped her as his hands plunged into her panties and groped her ass; stroking and squeezing her cheeks. The actions, and his hot, bedroom words made her melt; would have made her soaking wet if she were a physical woman.

"Non, do not stop, monsieur," she begged him. It would hurt, as there wasn't any preparation or oil here that she could see but she didn't care. She did clean herself there with an enema daily, so it was not unused to entry. She wanted him to want her; to claim her and take her. "Please, take me and make me yours. I want you to claim me for your own; my body longs for you, to be yours, I beg you, please!"

Her legs slid apart and she arched her back, lifting her ass up and pushing it back against his hands. Chloe braced herself against the door and looked back at him over her shoulder, eyes pleading and her plush, full lips slightly parted in anticipation.

 

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Marcel Lapin

Marcel regretted the roughness of the situation, wishing for some kind of lube to prepare Chloe's ass for his dick, but he knew that she craved a good fucking. There was nothing for it. He would have to take her and fuck the hell out of her. Since he wanted to do just that, that wasn't an issue. He just didn't want to tear anything.

Oh, well, he would think about that later. For now, he spat on his cock and inserted it as gently as possible into Chloe's asshole. She was now his mistress and he would show her what it meant to be taken properly. Mistresses had a respected station in French society by accepted custom, but there was always this side of it....the actual intercourse. That was the price that they played for their influence and connection to the rich and powerful.

Marcel got the impression that Chloe didn't exactly mind that, especially since she wanted to be a woman and had chosen to adopt that facade....that, deep inside, she was a woman trapped in a man's body.

"A virgin, mademoiselle? What an honor for me, to claim your cherry," he expressed his gratitude at this surprise.

Marcel now started fucking Chloe in earnest. He ignored her "clit", since the whole point was to treat her as a woman, not a man. He would take her like the woman that she was in her mind. He just began using her newly deflowered asshole for their pleasure....his as well as hers.

 

[Armphid]

Chloe forced herself to relax as the felt something hard and hot push between her cheeks and prod at her virgin rose. Oh, God, this was real. This was happening. A man, her man, was taking her as his own! The pressure as he started to push make her gasp and whine, but she closed her eyes and forced her rear passage to relax.

She cried out when her sphincter suddenly surrendered and his manhood pushed into her. "Ahh! M-monsieur! Your cock, so big, so strong!" She hadn't seen it yet but it felt huge inside her; stretching her virgin ass suddenly and painfully as he sank deeper into her.

It hurt but she wanted it; wanted him. Chloe wanted to be taken as his woman, his mistress, wanted to be fucked like the woman she longed to be.

At his surprised words, she smiled and lowered her head so he wouldn't see the tears streaking down her face; she did not want to put him off of this. "My flower, all for you, monsieur, I am yours, now and always. Even...even if you one day set me aside, taking my maidenhood, part of me will always be yours," she purred.

The pain was fading as he started to move in earnest, fucking her the way she assumed was his preference. His cock sank deep into her with each thrust, pulling out quickly and then burying himself again. There was a...a completeness, a delicious fullness Chloe had never felt before. And building, slowly at first, a sinful pleasure.

The blond pushed her ass back against him; hands still braced on the door, "Please, monsieur, take me! Fuck me, fuck me so I know what it is to be a woman! What it is for a man to have me! Please, monsieur, my lover, fuck me!"

 

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Marcel Lapin

Marcel didn't need to be told twice. Putting behind him any concerns over the pain of Chloe's first encounter of that sort, he gave her exactly what she begged for....a much harder penetration of her depths.

He had to admit to himself that there was something very feminine indeed about the eagerness of her surrender to him. It was like his wedding night, but better. This woman was alive with passion. Her male anatomy was forgotten. The location of his cock was forgotten for the moment. His mind thought of her as strictly a woman, regardless of her technical state.

"Are you ready to cum for me, my dear Chloe, my pretty mistress? The time is coming soon for it. Then it will be my turn, ma cherie. Cum from being taken by a man as you should at last," he encouraged his new companion.

 

[Armphid]

Chloe was crying out and moaning loudly now; high, feminine gasps interspaced with her almost shouts of pleasure and delight. Part of her wondered if any of the windows in the flat were open, if her welcoming adulation of her man's masterful fucking of her could be heard in the nearby flats or even the streets.

The thought of strangers hearing her being taken; being fucked and used and loving it made her all the hotter and the pleasure all the better.

"Yes," she called out in answer to him. His hot, sexual, words and open want, paired with his incredible use of her body, was driving her towards the climax that he spoke of. "Yes, my lover, my man, almost there! Almost ready to cream from your strong, manly cock, from you fucking me deep and hard and fast! AhHhhH!"

Chloe arched her back, pressing her ass back hard against Marcel as her orgasm struck. Her mouth opened wide, her eyes screwed shut, and she let out a rising wail of pleasure and joy as her clit quivered and throbbed; spraying the inside of her dress with her celebration. "Monsieur," she moaned, "it feels like flying, to cum with you in me, to cum from you fucking me. Please, cum in me! Make me yours, truly yours, fill me and mark me, please!"

 

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Marcel Lapin

Not every chariot in the old Circus Maximus could have stopped Marcel from cumming deep inside Chloe's bottom. He felt his hot spunk escape him and spurt out into her colon, filling her the way they both wished. This was every bit as great an experience as he thought it would be, to take her and make her his at last.

"So, ma cherie, you're finally mine. That was exactly what I wanted. Was it good for you, too? Thought so. Want a cigarette? They got me through the war. They certainly help after a good, hard fuck to calm down a bit. I don't know about you, but I'll need a little breather before I can get it up again."

"Maybe we should take a bath. I'd love to wash your body from head to toe."

 

[Armphid]

Chloe's eyes went wide and she stilled in her motions for a moment as she felt him cum inside her. Oh. Oh, God. It was hot and thick and she could feel it coating her insides and being spread around her by his masterful cock.

She accepted his offer of a cigarette silently, nodding at his questions and comments. God, this feeling was amazing! It was all she'd hoped it would be and more. After taking a long drag, she finally found her voice and smiled, "A breather would be wonderful, monsieur, I am...quite taken and transported; feeling light and fluttering and feeling your seed in me, oh...oh, it is a heaven, monsieur."

One she would be very eager to repeat.

"Oui, a bath sounds perfect. Though..." She blushed; he knew what kind of girl she was but it would be ignored in the dress. Once she was bare, however...but that was what he wanted. As his mistress, his wants were her happy duties. "I have never been washed by another since I was a child, if you want to, it would be lovely. And, of course, I want to wash you as well and feel all of your manly body under my fingers."

 

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Marcel Lapin

"Don't worry, Chloe. I know what your anatomy is and it won't put me off. You're still quite feminine and delectable. And I will love washing your body and having you wash me back. I wish to have us get more comfortable with each others' skin, seeing and caressing it. You are mine and I wish to be as intimate with you as I can," Marcel explained.

He just hoped that this put her more at ease.

 

[Armphid]

Chloe felt a warm rush of appreciation in her stomach; even as his member left her ass and she clenched up to keep his cum from escaping. "Oh, monsieur!" She leaned back and kissed him with a happy giggle, "You make me feel so wonderful! With your words, your manly body, your divine cock!"

She stepped away and slid the straps of her dress off of her shoulders. It spilled down her to the floor in a shimmery cascade of fabric. The blond transvestite knelt and picked it up, draping it over one arm, "Let me run the bath for us then, my man and my lover. I cannot wait to feel your hands on me again."

Or his manhood inside her. She felt sore and aching down there...but she was sure that the more he took her, the better it would feel.

Once directed to the bathroom, Chloe sauntred to it, swinging her hips and reveling in the feeling of being nude and still feeling like a woman. In a matter of minutes a large tub, almost a small pool, was filled to a good level with hot water. "It is ready, monsieur!"