Nice, Cote D'Azur, South of France, September 7, 1978
Doug Anderson had moved to Europe in the summer of 1978 for work. His head office was in Geneva, but most of his time was spent in the south of France. He kept an apartment in Nice, 5
th
largest city in France, gateway to Italy and a hotbed of crime and corruption.
The Cote D'Azur was the playground of the rich and famous. Rock stars, Hollywood legends and faded European royalty all lived there. From Cannes to Monaco, there was always a party going on; and always a seamy undercurrent of criminality persisted. Smugglers, drug dealers, con men and prostitutes were everywhere.
Nice was its capital and for Doug, a transplanted Canadian from Montreal, it was a great place to be.
Doug was 6'3" tall blue eyed and blonde, with a trim body honed by years of competitive swimming. At the age of 27, he still swam to stay in shape and had a very impressive physique with broad shoulders, slim waist, and very strong legs. He was also the proud owner of a very large, fat 10-inch cock that the super tight jeans of the day did little to hide.
It was a Thursday night and Doug wandered over to his favourite restaurant, The Felix, for some dinner and a few drinks. As he walked in, he was warmly greeted by the Maître d' Paul.
"Monsieur Dooglas, it is good to see you again, welcome back to the Felix"
French people couldn't get their minds around his first name. They would shake their heads in confusion and continue to mispronounce it until in the end they will always come out with "Dog". So, it's Douglas, or as they pronounced it, Dooglas.
"A drink before dinner Monsieur Dooglas?" Paul asked as he gestured towards the bar. "We have a special treat for you tonight"
Doug's mind immediately turned to the Felix's fish soup, their version of bouillabaisse with a Niçoise twist that was his favourite dish.
"We have two of your compatriots here tonight, you can share your stories about life in Canada"
As they walked to the bar, Doug noticed 2 blonde women in conversation with Pierre the bartender. He looked up as they approached and gave a broad smile and pointed to the seat next to the 2 blondes.
"Monsieur Dooglas, welcome back, it has been too long" he said in French.
Doug ordered his usual glass of Champagne in French to give the girls the idea he was a local. He wanted to stay a bit secretive while he learnt more. The champagne was delicious, and he sipped it slowly while checking out the 2 blondes.
One of them was standing and she was tall, maybe 5'10' with long straight pure blonde hair, statuesque and very good looking. The seated girl was shorter, cute as a button with curly reddish blonde hair and freckles to match. They would occasionally sneak a peak his way to check him out, but there was no conversation.
Doug was casually checking out the seated blonde as he reached for his glass but missed it, knocking it over, spilling champagne all over the bar.
"Oh Shit, sorry Pierre" he reacted instinctively in English.
That got the girls attention.
"You speak English. Where are you from? What are you doing here?"
The questions flowed from the two as they realized Doug might not be a typical French male with nothing on his mind but accessing female panties. The sitting girl turned in her chair and did the introductions.
"I'm Deedee and this is Sarah. We're from Toronto"
"I'm Doug, and I'm from Montreal"
"So that's why you speak such good French"
"Yes, but I am an anglophone originally. Are you travelling around Europe?"
"No, we're students here at the university. We're doing a year abroad."
"A whole year?"
"September to the end of May. Total French immersion."
"Are you living in the school dorms?"
"No, we've got a villa up in the hills."
Doug noticed the girls' drinks were empty so he asked if he could buy them a drink.
"Champagne?"
"Yes please, we love champagne" Deedee nodded enthusiastically.
"Pierre, could we have a bottle of champagne please. I promise not to knock it over this time."
They settled into their drinks and as they talked, Doug had a chance to get a good look at the two girls. Sarah was undoubtedly the better looking of the two. Tall, long legged, her boobs hidden behind a flouncy peasant blouse. She was a real beauty with a smile that lit up her face and radiated warmth and a caring soul. A bit shy and reserved, she was careful with her words and a bit guarded.
Deedee was the more outgoing of the two, clever with a devilish glint in her eyes and a wicked sense of humour. She was very attractive in her own way, with small perky boobs that she loved to tease you with, offering an occasional look down her top as she reached for her glass of champagne.
They were old friends, schoolmates for many years, and they made a perfect team.
"Why do they call you Monsieur Dooglas?"
"Because I don't like being called Dog."
"And what is Dooglas doing in Nice?"
"I work here. Head office is in Geneva, but most of my time is spent around the south of France."
"But what exactly do you do?"
"I am a gemologist. I represent a very high-end New York jeweller. I travel around doing appraisals, and visit jewellers, auction houses and estate sales buying gems that get shipped back to New York."
"But why Nice? Wouldn't you find more stuff in Paris and other big cities?"
"Yes, but, there's a lot of money on the Riviera, old money, and that's what I'm looking for, old money with old jewels."
As they warmed to each other Doug noticed the girls checking him out. Deedee especially seemed to enjoy the view, gazing longingly at the bulge in his pants.
They were running out of champagne, so Doug offered to buy them dinner.
"Pierre, could you please see about a table for three?"
