Raphael & Delphine Archambeau were 'Old Money'. Or at least, Raphael was, who knew anything about Delphine's history? She had a cultivated air of mystery about her. There were rumours she'd been an exclusive sex worker, or even a madame. There were rumours she was a Hungarian aristocrat who'd lost her fortune. Rumours she was Raphael's illegitimate daughter, or the daughter of a business partner. Whatever the truth, she had an iron grip on the family purse strings (& Raphael), & as SHE was the president & director of the Musée d'Alsace in Paris, SHE was the one Louise had to make sure was especially satisfied with this visit. If she wanted one of the competitive exhibition slots she was going to have to work hard for it. Countless unknown artists had made it to this step & fallen at the final hurdle.
Ms Archambeau had already visited Louise's studio near Cambridge, & had already been sufficiently impressed by her body of work, & her reputation in England & the US. Her agent, Mel, had greased the wheels, aided by a dinner at the exclusive Midsummer House with her urbane & sophisticated wife Dr Tamara Agbani. She chuckled when Mel, had related that Delphine had told her it was 'très chic' to have an artist from interracial queer couple. Whatever sealed the deal she supposed. After all, that was why she'd flown to Paris alone, & was sitting in a town-car outside their stately private home at Neuilly-sur-Seine. They'd told her they preferred to get the more personal interviews done away from their everyday place at the 16th arrondissement. Neuilly offered more privacy & the setting of the mansion added to the atmosphere. She also heard they had a castle in the countryside somewhere that had been held by the Archambeau family since the Middle Ages.
The sleek car was waved through security & she was ushered within by a butler, to the enormous ballroom (so Downton Abbey, she thought). She'd kept her coat on & the butler seemed to know better on this occasion than to ask. The Archambeau couple were waiting already, in a pair of elegant wing-backed armchairs that were angled facing the two objects in the middle of the room where she was to 'perform' her final audition.
Delphine (the younger, in her mid 50s & still attractive in a severely 'French' way) kissed her on both cheeks, greeting her with a relaxed graciousness, while Raphael (in at least his 80s & showing his age like a wrinkly ancient wizard) sat mutely & acknowledged her with a subtle nod. She was offered a drink, as she could see, Delphine had opened a beautiful bottle of chilled Champagne & had poured herself a glass. But Louise had already thrown back a couple shots of whiskey on her way & didn't want to lose her wits, even with the temptation of such a fine vintage. The butler was dismissed, the door closed with a deep boom.
There was nowhere else to put it so she dropped her coat on the floor before she stood before them in her high heels, which were the only other item of clothing she'd been allowed to wear. "Very nice, don't you think darling?" Delphine asked her husband & he responded with another nod.
Louise started to touch herself, gliding warm hands over her neck, her collarbones, her breasts. Her nipples were hard in the large, empty room but even running her palms over the buds created a frisson of excitement & helped. She ran a hand down her taut stomach, & she inserted her middle finger between the hairless lips of her entrance, rubbed inside herself for a moment. Then she slowly turned around, rolling her hips gently, rubbing her hands over her upper arms, her waist, her ass & moaning a little, very softly, very subtly.
Bending at the middle she slowly ran her hands down her athletic legs, over her thighs, down her calves, & held her ankles so her little round ass was displayed, & so the couple could admire her little pink cunt & tight little asshole. Still bent, she pulled her ass open with both hands, she gasped a little when she felt a long, bony finger sharply penetrate her & she looked between her legs to see Raphael leaning forward in his chair. He'd extended his pale white digit into her vagina. His old, rheumy eyes were gleaming above the black ball gag fastened in his mouth, & in the flickering candlelight, he looked like a strange figure from a Gothic horror. She rocked herself against his hand a little, masturbating herself with him, he was getting excited & reached out his left hand but Delphine cleared her throat & said "that's enough for now dear."
He extracted his hands & sat back. Louise stayed bent, fingered herself for them, considered sitting on one of their laps but decided not to. She wasn't sure if this audition would last all night or just a while. The details had been vague, even though she suspected, from Delphine's crisp instructions about the set-up it was choreographed. Mel had conveyed most of the instructions about what time the car would collect her, what to wear, how little to speak, & not to shower that day. All the artists who'd been graced with the Archambeau stamp of approval, regardless of gender, had taken a turn in the large device that loomed to her left. It had been in the family for generations.
She'd been nervous in the car but she was starting to enjoy herself. She'd gone through a range of surprise at the specificity of the request (although of course, she'd traded sexual favours for artistic patronage before, but it hadn't been as frank, as straightforwardly transactional). She'd found herself second-guessing things that day, but now, in the centre of this cavernous room, displayed like one of her sculptures, being intimately examined by this wealthy pair of perverts she felt the tingling heat of arousal burning within her pussy. She was almost relieved when Delphine had indicated the first object & told her "time for the godemiche, Ms Smythe-Agbani".
She squatted over the gigantic, flesh-coloured dildo that was suctioned to the polished dance-floor & lowered herself down the thick, long shaft. She braced herself in case it hurt but the frog-like position seemed to be the perfect angle to start with & opened her cunt up nicely over the mammoth tool. She bounced on it a few times, feeling her pussy grabbing it, & Raphael leaned forward again, this time tilting his head as he tried to get a better look at her ride. Her pussy had adapted, was thick with cream, she'd adjusted her position, knees on the floor, feet behind her & sat right down on the phallus. She felt her wet pussy stick a little to the base & to the parquet flooring, in the quiet room it made soft sucking noises as she fucked herself.
She ground herself with the flexible, thick device, rolled herself, rocked up & down & back & forth & around. For a moment she forgot where she was, that she was putting on a show, she just allowed herself to focus on the sensation, her vagina was slick with pleasure & she found a position, rocking back & forth that stimulated her g-spot to the point where her knees started to tremble. Being completely naked, feeling her hair loosely flying around her head, she stretched her neck backwards, closing her eyes & moaning in delight. She was nearing climax, "Oh God," she thought, "Oh God, yes, yes, yes."
She felt a hand on her shoulder, & looked up to see Delphine gazing down at her through her round tortoiseshell glasses (she suspected they were the real thing), her grey chignon still flawless, not a hair out of place. It was a strange contrast, as Louise panted, in ruined orgasm, impaled on a massive fake rubber dick, the elderly couple still maintaining their dignity despite their nudity. Delphine had a thick, short body, with pendulous breasts & a full bush. Raphael, the old man, stood for the first time from the chair & he was lean, bony, with loose skin, a slight gut, covered in marks of age & wrinkles. His cock swung between his legs, skinny but long, as was his scrotum, drooping with gravity.
Delphine helped Louise lever herself from the dildo, & gestured towards the second object. Then the middle-aged woman lowered herself onto the dripping toy & started to ride, using Louise's juices as lubricant.
Louise felt her nervousness returning, she'd been trying to ignore the presence of the second object, trying to forget what it implied. Still, she'd come this far, she took a steadying breath & moved to the ancient, timber contraption. The butler materialised out of the shadows, she had no idea if he'd come back in or never left. He was incongruous in his sharply cut suit compared to the naked trio. He lifted the top section & she tentatively placed her wrists into the half-moon gouges, then, with a racing heart, she lowered herself, bent at a right-angle, & rested her neck on the curve in the centre.
He lowered the top of the hinged pillory back & flicked a snap on the side. To her terrified ears it sounded almost deafening. The servant disappeared again, seemingly becoming invisible, although Louise couldn't turn her head to check his exit anyway, locked in as she was. There would be no safe word. She swallowed, already regretting allowing this, the standing-prone position would be painful in a short time. She reminded herself of the millions she stood to gain. She reminded herself that her wife & agent knew where she was & who she was with & that she'd promised to call them both by 10am the following day at the latest. Tamara knew she was spreading her legs for her career, not for the first time, but had no idea it was in any way different from the usual parameters of their open marriage. Louise wasn't sure if she hadn't divulged the details because she'd felt ashamed, or because she'd worried her partner would be concerned & try talking her out of it.
Delphine was watching her like a cobra from the floor, like a tiger from bamboo. Her breath was broken, as if she'd run up a flight of stairs, as she squirmed & gyrated on the dildo that had been inside Louise only a moment before. She knew she was meant to look the powerful woman in the eyes as Raphael had her from behind. She was allowed to grunt & moan a little, but had been warned that talking, screaming, crying or begging would exclude her from consideration. Her silence was the test.
She braced herself for the unexpected. Her whole body was violently shivering in anticipation & fear. Would he spank her? Whip her? Take her anally? Burn her or cut her? She felt his hand reach underneath & she flinched reflexively, almost trying to close her legs. But the old man had probed into the warm softness of her body. She shuddered a little as he began fingering her, he was exploring her labia, he inserted two dry old fingers into her cunt, they were long like those of a concert pianist & he pushed them all the way inside, she held her breath.
