Unlimited pleasure for the Rich and Famous

[Merelan]

After Medusa left I got up and wandered the room, setting the martini on the bar. I didn't drink often, but she wouldn't know that yet. The music was fine and I felt myself swaying in ancient response to my blood. Closing my eyes I danced alone in the corner, dreaming again of the man promised me in my youth by my visions. The one who could not possible exist.

 

[doctor_insanus]

Karl von Falken

I sighed. Foiled again.

Ah well, these things happened. Perhaps I was trying too hard; after all, I had as much time as I needed.

I returned to the sun-lounge and poured myself a double. For now, I would explore the mansion that would be my home for the time being. Then, perhaps, I would retire to my room until dinner was served.

Taking the bottle with me, I left the sun-lounge.

 

[catlover]

Frank

When Karl left, I was alone with Marina, all the ladies having left as well. Medusa had made a comment about needing a butler. The idea appealed to me. In my world of corporate finance, and Wall Street tensions and hecticity. The ideas of being incognito in such an idyllic setting sounded just great. I could send an E-mail to my associates and just tell them that I had extended my trip indefinitely, and stay here through the entire summer season, if Medusa would have me.

The other thing running through my mind was the little asian girl and the thought of the discipline and bondage. I definitely needed some discipline. I had been lording it over people all my life, and it was time for my punishment and redemption. I asked Marina if she were interested in it at all, and awaited her answer. I had already decided that after dinner, I would seek Medusa in her office and apply for the position of butler as part of my penance and punishment.

 

[Make_My_Day]

Medusa

I stopped about a meter from the boy. “Comment tu t’appelle?” (What’s your name ?). “Victor” I observed his face, he was a very handsome young boy. Childlike features still but he would grow out to become a real handsome man one day.
He tried to act tough and in a way he probably was, however, I could also sense a certain sweetness and innocence in him. Left too early and loved too little. The street fighter who would pick up the baby bird with the broken wing and care for it as if it was the most important thing on earth.

“Come with me, I’ll get you something to drink”
He looked distrusting at me and stayed put as I started to walk back to the mansion. How else could he, he had probably been mislaid too many times in his life.
“Well.. come on!” I kept walking but turned my head as I said it, smiling at him like a mischievous little girl; his ally. It was convincing enough for him, he slowly came up behind me.

We walked back the same way I came, over the patio. Tigre and Herr von Falken were no longer there. As we walked past the other sitting room I could see Claudette sitting there. The other sitting room is very similar to the first one, my office is in between.. I have this thing for symmetry.
I opened the door, Claudette jumped up. “Claudette, darling, would you be so kind as to notify Mickie that dinner will be served soon. I don’t think you have met her yet but you will find her in apartment 6. When you’re done, please go and help Tigre with the preparations for dinner. Please inform Tigre that there will be nine for dinner and set the oval table in the dining room for a three course meal”.

Claudette was blushing again. She probably thought I would be upset with her for almost falling asleep in that chair.. but I wasn’t. She curtsies “Oui Madame” and rushes off.
Victor had been waiting patiently by my side, gazing with eager eyes at the girl his age. “I watched his faced and silently laughed, thinking “oh no you don’t!”

Once in my office I interrogated him. Where was he from, what was he doing here, where did he live, etc He confessed his whole life story to me.. I figured I had quite impressed him, the way he was putting it al on the table. Within half an hour I had learned that he had wondered the street, steeling and had no family whatsoever.

I looked at him, pondering.. “Victor.. how about this; you will come and work for me, doing all kind of chores. In return you will get your own room, new cloths and three meals a day! How about it?”

 

[bibritt]

Claudette

Claudette knocked on the door to Mickie's apartment and softly spoke through it. "Mademoiselle Mickie, it is Claudette the maid, I have come to inform you that dinner will be served shortly." With that Claudette waited until she heard some movement inside, she knew she must have been heard. She turned and went to find Tigre to inform her about dinner as well as the instructions she was to pass on.

 

[Merelan]

Shadow:
I slowly danced till I felt easier. Then drifted out into the hallway, wondering if it was okay to check into the other rooms. Why not. And wandered into one that immediately captured me. The library. Floor to ceiling books. I stood, stunned. I let my hand slowly slide along the spines, reading the titles. Mostly English, but some in foreign languages. I chose one at random and curled up in an armchair, my feet drawn up beneath me.

 

[bibritt]

Claudette

Passing the library, Claudette saw a woman settling down to read. She did not know who she was, but that was no surprise, she had avoided contact for the most part since her arrival.

Claudette entered and curtsied before Shadow and said, "Mademoiselle?" She tenatively looked at the woman until she was sure she had gooten her attention.

"I just wish to inform you that dinner will be server in a short while," Claudette said, "So that you will know and be prepared." She curtsied again.

 

[bigsteve]

Victor

I couldn't figure this woman out, why was she being so nice to me? It made no sense why someone would want to do something for you without getting anything in return. Every moment of my life I can look back on and know that trust got me nothing. Nothing except some of the scars on my body and the hurt emotions. Except there was something about her, she was very kind, gentle and honest. She projected these things to me. I immediately felt comfortable with her once we were sitting and talking. I found it no problem to divulge my dark past to her, and she seemed to take it all in without judgement or scorn. Maybe I could work here, it was rather glorious. It would be nice to be taken care of in return for work. I wonder what kind of work she has in mind for me. It can't be any worse then what I've already been through. Plus, if it doesn't turn out I could always leave.

I return her stoic expression as she makes the offer for work and simply reply "What did you have in mind for me?"

 

[SpectreT]

still room in the staff?

OOC: Had a potentially interesting character for this thread, if you like it, cool, if not, I'll just scoot...

IC:Crap! or, as the locals are apt to say in such cases, Merde! A three hour delay at the airport had me arriving *really* late for my interview, and the private helicopter I was supposed to meet here had left, presumably for the night. Well, at least my blasted *bags* made it here in one piece, and customs didn't even give me any grief about the medical supplies in my bag, or the hormone boosters. I'd just been kicked out of residence at a prominent east coast hospital over my recent assertion of gender, my opting not to be surgically re-assigned had made a few of the doctors and nurses uncomfortable, especially as I used the ladies' facilities. Thanks to some counseling I had a name for my "problem"; Gender Dysphoria. Thanks to that, I was now contemplating a job as a house doctor in a super-high-priced, super-high-class bordello, no, that's too crass, especially here in France. Call it a sort of sexual Fantasy Island, complete with a mystery woman host, called Medusa. I sighed, contemplating the expense of a taxi and the inconvenience of a night in a hotel just to come back to the airport in the morning to find out I was shit out of luck for missing my interview. My reverie was broken by the sight of the very helicopter I was supposed to meet lowering itself to the pad. Its pilot got out and beelined for me, clipboard in hand.

"You're Doctor Collins, right? I heard about the delays, and informed the mistress. LaGuardia is getting to be a real pain. She said I should just bring you straight in. Just sign here, and I'll get your bags."

Still in business? Cool. the toughest part of this whole transgender thing is losing a lot of people you thought were friends, and staying in the States, around the friends and family who'd abandoned me when I got a little...wierd was just too much for me. This job was exactly what I was looking for; the opportunity to start over, with new people, in a setting where my skills could be used, and my uniqueness might be an advantage. I was grinning so broadly my face hurt. I can't wait to meet this Medusa!

 

[intriguess]

Mickie

I heard the call for dinner and smiled glossing on a pale lipstick I slipped out into hallway watching the sensual form of the maid trapsing down the hall. I licked my lips, I knew from Medusa that she was reserved and I wondered what desires lay beneath her sweet exterior

 

[bibritt]

Claudette

Claudette slowly backs out of the library and turns to see Mickie coming. She drops into a curtsie and says, "Bonjour, Madamouselle.. are you Mickie?"

 

[intriguess]

Mickie

"Oui, mon petite," I smile, it had been a while since I spoke french but the language flowed so beautifully from her lips. Her outfit left just enough to the imagination, my tongue slide over my lips again as my thoughts wandered to what her skin would taste like.

I feel the bold approach would frighten her so I merely ask,
"Do you know what is for dessert?" even as my mind imagines this lovely thing spread out for dessert. My lips turned in a soft smile as I listened to her answer.

"Thanks, perhaps you could help me, I am a liscensed masseuse, but fell out of practice. Could I practice on you later tonight? It's the least I could do for such a lovely maid."

 

[bibritt]

Claudette

Claudette blushes and mouths the word pretty. Such a beautiful woman calling her pretty. She smiles and say, "We can whenever, I am free before dinner as well"

 

[doctor_insanus]

Karl von Falken

As I made my way through the halls of the LMB, I felt myself relaxing. Perhaps it was the alcohol, perhaps not. Regardless, I looked back on the events of the last few hours in a different light.
I had felt Claudette respond to my touch. Her breathing had quickened, her mouth had been pressed hungrily against my own. She had been willing; it was as if something was resisting the passions that burned within her.

Then, of course, there was Tigre. She hadn't rejected me so much as postponed their meeting. Sometime after dinner, was that what she had said? An exotic dessert, perhaps?

Returning to my room, I fell across the bed. I closed my eyes, sighing deeply. There was still some time before dinner. Until then, I would just things follow their own course.

[Edited by doctor_insanus on 03-20-2001 at 08:58 AM]

 

[Merelan]

Shadow:
The maid had told me dinner was soon. I assumed there would be a bell, or something I would here. So for now I stayed curled up, reading the dickens I had pulled from the shelf. All that I was missing was a roaring fire, and a cup of tea. I looked forward to spending some of my off hours here, if allowed. I drifted back to old England, half listening for the bell.

 

[SpectreT]

Kerry Collins, MD

OOC: I completely neglected a physical description in my intro post. Here goes: 5'11" tall with straight dark auburn hair which s/he usually wears in a shoulder-length pageboy, although it's currently pulled into a severe ponytail with bangs. Kerry isn't beautiful, exactly, but exotically attractive, with pale freckled skin and bright green eyes, broad cheekbones and a wide, pouty mouth. S/he's been taking hormones for a while, so she has decent bust development, about 40B. She is still fully functional, and proud of the fact she manages her hormones so well.

IC: *Nice* helicopter. A custom Bell Jet Ranger with the rear turned into a comfortable, if small, lounging area. A few books stored in a rack on the back wall, and a small refridgerator holding everything from soda to 151 rum. I settled into one of the seats, and used the intercom to let the pilot know I was ready, then closed my eyes and took stock of my life one more time. If I got this job, there was no going back; the information I'd been given explained that all jobs were on a live-in basis only. I was comfortable with that idea, given the limited options I had Stateside, along with the fact that I was getting hornier by the day. I just hope this Medusa person likes me...

 

[Make_My_Day]

Medusa

“Well.. all sorts of things, Victor” I answered to the boy’s questions as he was still displaying some superstition. “Mowing the lawn, cleaning the stables, feeding and brushing the horses, cleaning the pool, putting out the garbage... that sort of thing”.
I paused for a moment, awaiting his reaction.
“there are plenty of chores that need to be done, which I can’t ask Claudette. She’s the maid you just saw” his eyes twinkled again “Ok then?” I finally asked. He nodded. We had a deal.

I would start his education later, maybe even starting tonight, depending on my mood. That, of course, I didn’t mention to him. He would find out soon enough.

The phone rang. It was my pilot, Louis, to inform me that he had successfully picked up Doctor Collins and was now on his way. “Perfect” I replied. “Louis, would you be a dear and show the doctor to his/her apartment. Please inform him/her that dinner will be served at eight and that we will meet there”. It wasn’t a problem, Louis was a real sweetheart. Hopefully then, at dinner I would find out if I should refer to a him or to a her.
After I had hung up I looked up the number of the nearest cloth shop. I gave them a measured description of Victor and ordered two sets of clothes; one suit and one work outfit. Including underwear, socks, shoes, etc I asked them to deliver it to the mansion and charge it on my bill.

“Let’s get you a bath” I said to Victor as I rose from my chair. He stood up as well and with my fingertips resting on his shoulder, I gently forced him to walk in front of me. Into the hall. He waited for me at the bottom of the stairs as I went to get a waste bag. I took him to one of the staff rooms.

My intentions were that my housekeeping staff would stay in the rooms on the West Wing, while “my girls” would stay in the apartments in the old farm, along with the doctor so s/he would have the space for his/her practice. At the moment it didn’t matter where everyone stayed, there was plenty of room.

I made Victor take of his rags, put them in the bag and threw them out.
I let the water run, ordered him to step in. I took a washing-glove and bar of soap and scrubbed his boyish body, head to toe. I really enjoyed doing it, all my motherly instincts aroused. Victor mocked silently at first but soon found it to be quite enjoyable. The water was nice and warm and as the filth came of he really lived up.
I went to get my “hair dresser scissors” and cut the dead ends from his hair. Showered him down, dried him of, blow-dried his hair and put one of my hair bands around it. He had the most amazing rich and wavy hair. It was to die for.

I chuckled as I noticed I had turned him into my own private dressing doll. He took it all very resigned, probably wondering what the hell he had gotten himself into. I went downstairs to find, as I had suspected, the package with the ordered cloths. I brought it up to his room and laid his suit out on the bed. “Please get dressed and meet us in the dining room in fifteen minutes”. I left him, very satisfied with my make-over; he was now a really handsome young boy. I couldn’t wait what he would look like in his new suit.

Once downstairs I rang the dinner bell, it was to notify everybody that dinner would be served in fifteen minutes. I stepped into the lounge and opened the double doors to the dining room.
The oval table was beautifully set for ten people, the candles were lit already. Claudette sure knew what she was doing. Delicious smells came from the kitchen.

Tigre was preparing dinner and Claudette was to serve. Nevertheless I had counted on them to join us at the table in between activities. It was our very first dinner together and I wanted everybody to be there; to get to know one another better and to celebrate the opening of La Maison Blanche.

 

[doctor_insanus]

Karl von Falken

I had spent the last hour or so staring at the ceiling, wondering exactly what was in store. When the dinner bell rang, I rose from the bed and quickly showered. The cool water helped revive me; although not a heavy drinker, I had allowed myself to overindulge somewhat. It was a momentary weakness that I wouldn't allow myself to repeat.

I chose a more formal outfit for dinner. Although it was technically a vacation, I wanted to maintain propriety. If I had overdressed, so be it.

As I left my room, I felt myself growing more anxious to see what was to transpire. New faces were appearing by the minute. I had been somewhat concerned for Medusa when I arrived; it seemed that she was lacking in clients and staff alike. Now, things appeared to be working out for the best.

When I arrived at the dining room, I lingered outside for a moment. It would be impolite for me to take my place without waiting for the others.




[Edited by doctor_insanus on 03-20-2001 at 09:02 AM]

 

[Merelan]

Suddenly I felt like the little girl lost I had once been. I stood in the doorway of the dining room, trying to compose myself. To pretend to be a sophisticated whore was one thing. The reality was I still was shy and nervous at times. I took a deep breath and stepped in. Not until then realizing I had left my shoes in the library. My stomach flipped, I hurried to an empty seat and took it, tucking my feet under my chair. Hoping no one had noticed.

 

[Make_My_Day]

Medusa

“Ah, hello again Herr von Falken..” I was pouring some drinks for Frank and Marina as he came in. I noticed how he had dressed up for dinner. I appreciated that very much “now here is a man with style” I thought. Unconsciously I ran my fingers through my long blond curls, adjusting them over my shoulders.
I was still wearing my black silk dress. I had checked my appearance in the bathroom, after I had taken Victor’s looks in hand. I had freshened up a little, and figured I still looked fine.

Out of my many roles I had regained myself again to the attentive, sensuous hostess “How do you like your stay so far Herr von Falken? Have you enjoyed any of our facilities yet?”

Shortly after Shadow rushed in and curled up in a seat “Ah.. my dear Shadow”. I smiled at her. She seemed slightly anxious, I was wondering why and what had happened to the sensuous woman I had met this morning.

 

[Merelan]

Shadow:

Just Medusa's smile made me suddenly feel better. I sat up straighter and crossed my long legs, letting the slit of the dress open and show their full length. I reached for and sipped the white wine. Savouring it's tartness.

 

[doctor_insanus]

Karl von Falken

I smiled at our beautiful hostess. She was looking especially desirable in her black silk dress. I had imagined she would concentrate on the business of the mansion, but there was always the hope for a little more... personal attention. As I watched the long blond curls spill across her shoulders, I began to grow even more hopeful.

Taking her hand, I kissed it softly. "As of yet, I have not sampled any of your... favors." Unable to resist, I let my eyes take in her curves. She smiled, and perhaps there was a twinkle in her eye as well.

Then, a young woman scurried into the room. I had not been introduced to her yet, but she quickly grabbed a chair without a word to any of us. She seemed very nervous about something; perhaps she was anxious about her new position at the LMB?

No, surely not. There was something else. It seemed there was no end to the intrigue.

 

[Make_My_Day]

Medusa

Herr von Falken sure knew how to bring out the woman in me. I responded to the hand kiss with the smile of a temptress.
“The night is still young Herr von Falken”, giving him a meaningful look

 

[Merelan]

Shadow:
I watched the by play between Medusa and the very handsome man. He kissed her hand and kept her yes. As she turned I caught her look, and winked. Licking my lips. Feeling somehow bolder around her then I normally would. This could work.

 

[Make_My_Day]

Medusa

I returned Shadow's gesture with a great big smile. Herr von Falken turned to see who I was smiling at. Shadow pulled her face straight just in time to give him a most loving and tempting smile.
Behind him I was silently laughing to Shadow. Bit my lower lip and pulled up my eyebrow. Yes, this would work out just fine!