Chocolat 1

Life had not been good to Emil Langois. At forty-two he looked closer to sixty. His hair had left in his twenty's. He let the sides grow very long, and combed the hair over, thin greasy strands topped a shiny, balding pate.

His physique most resembled an eggplant. Narrow at the top and wider at the bottom. His complexion was oily and at times he sweated until his shirt was soaked with perspiration.

Langois took water conservation seriously, or so it was rumored. He took a bath on Sunday morning, before church, and that was it for bathing for the week. He doused himself in cologne in an effort to cover up the body odor, but the only result was he smelled like a stinky Parisian wearing cheap cologne.

But, this is not how Emil saw himself. He viewed himself as being better than most. After all he was from Paris. He neglected to say he was from the slummier side of Saint Denis. He thought he was handsome, witty, and charming. Did not the women at the plant smile at him?

To be fair, yes, they did smile in his direction when he handed out the bi-weekly paychecks.

There were several he would like to bonk, especially the hot Italian girl, Sofia. The way she looked at him in the mornings when he would take his coffee with the girls. He knew she wanted him. If only his wife would go visit her sister for a week, or better yet, a month. He could set up his small flat as his love pad and bring one of the girls home at night. Better yet, two of them. Sofia and Marlena, both had big breasts.

The thought made his manhood begin to swell. The phone rang, and the fantasy in his head and the swelling vanished. "Oui, oui." He rolled his eyes as he listened to his supervisor. Last week's numbers were not good. They would have a meeting to discuss how to meet the ever increasing quotas.

He looked at the time, the girls would be on break. His desktop computer showed the CCTV system for this area of the factory. He found the camera with the view of the area where the women were having their break.

"Grande patate," muttered Sofia as she ate a banana.

Avril nodded, "He's so gross, I almost puked when he walked into the kitchen, doesn't he ever bathe?"

"I think before church on Sunday, at least that's what I heard," answered Marlena.

C'est une grosse bite, c'est sûr," laughed Sofia.

---

"Damn these cameras," Emil fumed, "Damn the machinery making too much fucking noise. How am I supposed to hear what they are saying?"

Did he hear that right? Did Sofia say he had a big cock? Well, it was almost 12cm. He measured diligently each time he masturbated to see if he had gotten any longer. He was hoping that the cock cream he had purchased from the internet would start showing results.

"Can you imagine putting that thing in your mouth?" Elise almost choked on her tea.

The three other girls went "Eww" and shivered.

"She wants my cock in her mouth? "Emil licked his lips as he watched the other girls' reaction. He thought they looked like they were excited at the thought.

---

"Have you noticed when we take our lunch by the mixers he always seems to mention something we've talked about?" Avril asked.

Sofia nodded as she stood up. "Last week we mentioned flowers, and the next day he asks what flowers he should buy for our date."

"You have a date with him?" Marlena sounded incredulous.

"Fuck no!" exclaimed Sofia. "Never in a million years with him. Besides, I have a boyfriend."

Elise shivered as she added," The thought of him touching me might send me to the convent."

"Sister Elise of the most holy order of the sacred Vagina," Avril laughed.

Elise laughed and threw a cleaning rag at Avril.

---

Emil had all but forgotten getting spurned last week by Sofia. He didn't care that she had a boyfriend. After all, they weren't married. To him that simply meant she was still fair game, and available. The fact that he himself was married was immaterial.

He was a man that got what he wanted, a man that refused to take no for an answer. At least this is how he saw the constant compromises he made with his wife. Some may have termed it "giving in to her every demand."

Regardless, he did enjoy Italian cuisine. What better after a meal of pasta and a bottle of grappa than some fresh, sweet Italian pussy. There would be no raincoat for his little soldier. What was the American term, bareback? He would sow his, up until now, infertile seed deep within her, He rubbed his crotch as he daydreamed about sex with Sofia.

Elise poked Sofia, and whispered, "Look, the pig is playing with himself at his desk."

"Disgusting," Sofia pretended to wretch. "His hands are small, like a little boy."

"Oui, mon ami," Elise replied, "Petite mains, petite bite."

"Do you know what his poor wife says during sex with him?" Sofia tried to keep a straight face.

"No, what?"

"Is it in yet?" Sofia burst out laughing.

---

Sofia walked in the employee's entrance and headed to the kitchen to get a cappuccino before work. She groaned, she could already smell him. For the past month he would show up in the kitchen and try to hit on the women before it was time to clock in.

She rolled her eyes and held her breath as he approached. She muttered under her breath, "Mother of God, why doesn't he ever bathe?"

As he spoke, she wondered if he didn't oil his face. That much greasiness couldn't be natural. He looked like he was expecting a reply from her. She had been too busy wondering about his complexion to listen.

"Excusez-moi?" Sofia answerd in an annoyed tone.

"I said," repeated Emil, "My wife will be out of town next week, and I was thinking we could go out for dinner, and some drinks, and..." His eyebrows appeared to have a fit of epilepsy. Emil thought it looked seductive.

"I have a boyfriend, I have told you this before,"

"So?" Emil shrugged his shoulders.

"You are married,"

"She doesn't need to know." And again his eyebrows writhed.

Sofia glanced at the clock and gave it a wistful look, eighteen long minutes until she had to clock in.

---

The girls took their morning break, careful to make sure they were out of view from any of the cameras.

"And then he said, we French, we know the language of love." Avril took a sip of her tea.

Sofia rolled her eyes. "He tried to ask me out." She paused and with emphasis added, "Again!"

"How did you manage to say no?" teased Marlena.

Sofia shook her head, "You're lucky Monsieur Patate has met your husband, especially in his Federal Police uniform."

Marlene laughed, "I thought he was going to shit his pants when Henri came to pick me up that day."

"How does his wife put up with him?" Elise sipped her tea.

"Have you ever met her?" Avril asked.

"No."

"She's the female version of la patate. Short, squat and with greasy, stringy hair."

Sofia was deep in thought, 'So, he wants a date.' Then out loud, "Ladies, I have an idea."

---

Emil scrolled through the cameras for the third time. "Where are they?" he asked to no one but himself. "Are they playing coy with me?"

He sat back in his chair and pondered his situation. How could he get the busty Sofia to to on a date? Well, he really wasn't actually interested in a real date. He just wanted to get his hands on her big tits, and his stiff pecker in her sweet Italian pussy.

Emil pulled out a small mirror from his desk and looked at his reflection, "We French are handsome men, women are defenseless to our charms."

"How and when?" He mused, "And how to get rid of the wife for a few days?"

---

"Sofia, you are a wicked woman," giggled Elise.

Marlena nodded, "Do you think he will fall for it?"

"Most assuredly, he is as vain as he is unattractive." Sofia made sure they weren't in range of any cameras.

"Who do we get to write the notes, he knows our handwriting from the reports?" Avril asked.

"I'll ask my sister, she has very nice handwriting." Marlena smiled as the idea took hold in her mind.

---

Emil sat down at his desk with his dirty, chipped and stained mug filled with tea. Work had started and the girls were no longer in the kitchen. He opened his desk calendar to today's date and under 'Things To Do Today' someone had scrawled "Ne sois pas un con!"

"Putain!" Emil fumed. "Already this day, this week is off to a bad start."

Then he noticed the envelope, and the aroma of expensive women's perfume. "Qu'est-ce que c'est?"

He used his finger as the letter opener and pulled out the paper and began to read;

Monsieur Langois,

I don't want the other girls to know I am writing to you. I know you want to go on a date with one of us. "He" will be away later this month. If you are interested play with your balls whenever you are near us today.

Your admirer

Emil had to read the note three times before the implications began to sink in. He was going to get laid! Who was it? He studied the note with care, the handwriting didn't look familiar. She didn't say husband or boyfriend. So, it could be any one of the four. Even the two with the small breasts would be preferable than sex with his wife.

"Putain! My wife," he spat the words out. "What am I going to do with her?" He tapped on his bald head. "Think, Emil, think!"

---

At lunch he arrived late to the kitchen. The four women had occupied a table with only four chairs available. As he walked past he began to rub his balls as though they itched."

"O-M-G!" Avril whispered while suppressing a laugh. "Did you fucking see that?"

Marlena's face was red as she was biting her finger to keep from breaking out into laughter. She managed to get out, "How could you miss it?"

Emil was about to walk over to the table where the women were sitting when a voice roared out, "Langois, my office, now!" It was Herr Berger, nephew to the owner, and Emil's supervisor.

"Yes, sir!" Emil responded and followed the German out of the kitchen.

Sofia looked at her co-workers, "Well, ladies, I would say we have him hooked."

---

Emil sat at his desk, his fingers drumming a quick tattoo. "Who wrote the note? I will need to keep my eyes sharp on those four."

Each time he had walked past the women as they worked, he had done as the letter had instructed, he had fondled his delicate eggs in full view of the women. None of them had made any sort of reaction that could be interpreted as acknowledgment or recognition.

"I will have to wait." His voice had a touch of impatience. Emil was not a patient man in the best of times.

He picked up the envelope again and put it to his nose. The aroma was intoxicating, but not familiar. He would have remembered one of the women wearing something this nice in his presence.

Now, on to his wife. "What to do, what to do?" He stared at the ceiling and received no inspiration or messages from God,

---

The four co-conspirators met after work at a small bar not far from where they worked. They wanted to make sure they were far away from any prying eyes and ears.

After the waiter had brought their drinks Elise opened the conversation. "I think that was a success, he must have rubbed his little nuts raw this afternoon."

"Any idea what Berger wanted with him?" Marlena asked after taking a sip of her wine.

Elise nodded. "Yes, I saw something on his desk from Berger complaining about the productivity numbers."

"Well, if he spent more time doing his job, and less time spying on us and trying to get into our panties. Then more work would probably get done." Avril gave a light chuckle.

"What's our next move?"Marlena addressed the other three.

"We need to wait a few days then send him another note, we want to keep him dangling on our little hook." Sofia replied.

"Agreed," answered Elise, "We don't want to appear to be too eager."

---

For three days, there had been nothing. Emil had arrived almost an hour early each day in hopes of catching one of the girls leaving a note for him. He didn't know which girl to focus his attention on. If he picked the wrong one there was the chance he would lose his chance with the letter writer.

Now today, he was going to be late for work. His car wouldn't start. It was an old Peugeot 304 that like Emil, had seen better days. The mobile mechanic had been younger than the Peugeot and had laughed in disbelief. "You really want me to get this piece of shit running?"

"Oui, oui," Emil gestured, his patience already at an end.

"It's your money, monsieur," the mechanic shrugged his shoulders and set to his task.

After about an hour the mechanic diagnosed the issue to be a clogged fuel filter. Two-hundred euros later and Emil was finally at work.

His foul mood changed in an instant when he spotted the simple white envelope on desk. Like the previous envelope, there was no name written on it. The same aroma of expensive perfume had been sprayed on the envelope and the page within.

Emil's fingers shook with excitement as he fumbled to remove the page from the envelope. He held his breath as he began to read.

Dear Emil,

I hope I am not being too forward by addressing you by your first name. I was pleased to see you are interested in us meeting later in the month. He will be away the night of the 31st, so that will have to be the night for us to be together. Make sure you do nothing to give the others any reason to have suspicions about us.

If this is acceptable then please adjust the zipper on your trousers when you are near us.

Your secret lover

All of problems of the morning, being late, the Peugeot, they were all forgotten as he read and re-read the letter over and over. "Us," he repeated, "She used the word us. She used it as if we have a relationship already."

He licked his lips in anticipation of many liaisons with his admirer. In his mind he saw lust-fueled evenings of kinky and unprotected sex. He, Emil Langois, was counting his proverbial chickens before they were hatched. But, there was no way of him knowing that.

---

Elise nearly choked on her cup of tea as Emil walked past zipping and unzipping his zipper in quick frantic movements. "Mother of God," she sputtered after he had passed by, "Is he sending Morse Code out on his pants?"

"Do you think he suspects?" asked Sofia.

The other women all shook their heads. Marlena responded, "No, I heard him in his office as I walked past his door. He was singing to himself as he was looking at the note."

"Shh, he's coming back." Avril warned.

As he approached the women his hand went to his zipper and he began to unzip and zip his trousers. He slowed as he passed them, trying to see if any of the four reacted to his actions.

---

Marlena could barely contain her excitement, "My sister has access to a corporate apartment, it won't be in use the night we need it!"

Sofia clapped her hands. "I have picked up Monsieur Langois' date for that evening."

"My boyfriend said he can install some internet cameras for us that afternoon." Avril was pleased their plan was coming together.

"Will we be able to hear him, or even talk to him?" Elise wondered out-loud.

Avril nodded, "Yes, Andre said the cameras have microphones and speakers."

"He's here," warned Sofia, "He just walked across the parking lot. Marlena, have you put the letter on his desk?"

"Yes, when I came in. I left it on his desk," Marlena replied.

"What's today's signal?" Elise asked.

Marlena giggled, "Today he will have an itchy ass."

---

Emil's pulse raced. Another letter. He licked his lips in anticipation. He was about to open the note when his phone rang. A quick check of the caller ID informed him that it was Berger. Someone must have tipped him off that he had arrived five minutes early.

"Bonjour, Herr Berger, comment c'est vas." He rolled his eyes, his fingertips holding the envelope and tapping it with perturbed impatience on his desk. "Oui, oui. Je comprends. Immédiatement." Emil hung up the phone and let out an exasperated "Douche!"

Like a man dying of thirst going after a drink of water, Emil attacked the envelope, ripping it open.

Darling, Emil,

The time is so close. This will be my final note, I don't want to take many more chances. With this note there is a card with an address. On the night of the 31st, be there at 9:00pm. The door will be unlocked from 9:00 to 9:15, so you must not be late, mon cher. Do not knock or ring the bell, just enter.

Get undressed, completely undressed, and get into bed with me. I look forward to feeling your manly hands caressing my body. I want to touch you, feel you growing in my mouth, and delivering your gift inside of me.

Until then, mon amour...

PS: When you get near the ladies, scratch your ass so I will know you've read and understood.

Emil nearly swooned out of his chair. His heart pounded, his breathing was heavy, he looked and sounded like a man who was about to either cum, or have a heart attack, or possibly both.

"Mon dieu," he read the note again, and then looked at the card. He was familiar with the area of the city where the address was located. It was far more upscale than he had been anticipating.

He was lost in his erotic daydreams of his hands on large firm breasts, a warm sweet mouth pleasuring his swollen shaft of manliness when a screech of voice brought him crashing to reality.

"Monsieur Langois!" The voice belonged to Gert, the living incarnation of Brunhilde, long blonde braids included. She was Herr Berger's assistant. "What in God's good name are you doing? Are you playing with yourself?"

She was the vision of the female Nordic warrior, all that was missing was the steel breastplate and spear. Although he wouldn't admit it out loud, she had been the subject of many of his masturbatory fantasies. "Playing with myself?" Emil looking was for any avenue of escape from this predicament. "What would give you that idea?"

Gert rolled her large glacier blue eyes. "Your hands rubbing that lump in your trousers."

Emil felt like a man going down for the third time, he gulped for air and his face was bright red. "I was merely..."

"I don't have time for your nonsense," Gert interrupted, "Here are the papers Herr Berger needs you to take care of. And they must be done before lunch. So, quit playing with your pud, and get to work."

With that, Gert slammed the folder down on his desk, executed a precise about-face and marched out of his office with the grace of a storm trooper.

Emil pulled his handkerchief from his pocket and mopped his very sweaty face. He looked at the note, and then the folder, and with great reluctance, opened the folder and began to read.

---

"Francois from maintenance said Gertie caught him playing with his pecker," Avril giggled as she made sure no one was close enough to them to overhear their conversation.

"She scares me." Shivered Elise.

Avril nodded as she sipped her tea. "I think she scares a lot of people."

"I've talked to her a couple of times after work. She was quite pleasant. Direct, but pleasant." Marlena gave her thoughts on Gert.

"She must have scared our lover-boy, I haven't seen him trolling around all morning."

Elise looked at Sofia. "I haven't either."

"When I came down for break, he was in his office with his door closed." Avril responded.

"Must have been serious." Marlena checked her watch. "Time to get back to work, ladies."

---

It was just almost 12:30pm when he finished the file he had received from Gert. As he walked towards Berger's office thoughts of what the note had contained had given him some pep in his step. After delivering the folder to Herr Berger's inbox he set off in search of where the women were having their lunch.

He checked the kitchen but didn't find them at their customary table. Checking his watch, he realized they had probably already returned to their assigned workplace. He found them working at one of the large commercial mixers.