A Dolls Foot Ch 07

Chapter 7

"WHERE NOW?" ROCCO ASKED AS THEY went back out into the parking lot. "We never did get lunch."

"You've got be kidding." It was very hot in the afternoon sun, but Beatrice was still shivering. It was all she could do to keep herself from retching.

"There's a pizza place right over there." Rocco waved at the other side of the street - sure enough there was a sign - Zombie Pizza.

"Why would I come to France to get pizza?"

"I'll bet they have some really interesting toppings," Marissa said.

That was too much for Beatrice. She barely had time to get to one of the potted plants lined up as a barrier in front of the steps. So embarrassing. It didn't help that her

amica

, her best friend, her lover, was collapsing in giggles.

"Maybe the fetish shop?" Rocco said. "It's only a couple blocks from here. We could walk over."

"And what if the gate to the parking lot is locked for the night by the time we get back? Then what?"

Nestor was looking at his watch. To see what time it was? No. "There's a municipal parking lot. Not too far away. We could move the car there."

"And how long will it take to get to this parking lot? In this heat? Scrunched up in the excuse for a back seat? I have a better idea. Rocco and Birdy will take the car to the parking lot and walk back to the fetish store. Risa and I will walk over there from here."

"Very well." Rocco looked like he was just as happy to escape from the ladies.

"

Bea, carissima, mi scuso

. I am very sorry." That from Marissa as the Fiat squealed into a small gap in the traffic leaving a trail of black fumes.

"No you aren't."

"For the joke about the toppings."

"How could you do such a thing?" It was obvious Beatrice was not talking about the joke. "Do you have no respect for the dead?"

"If he is truly dead, then what would he care? If he were a ghost looking on do you think he would be offended?"

"Amused, most likely. Wishing you had done it for him while he was still alive. Do you think he was fucking Anna?"

"She spent a lot of time away from us. I suppose it could have happened."

They had reached the store.

Mal Usée, Bien Usée

. "That's us, for sure," Marissa giggled. "What was it like, being a for real whore?"

"It was a revelation." Beatrice paused. "Like the first time I ever masturbated. Like the first time our tennis coach ever licked my pussy."

"Our mothers thought it would be so much safer to have a female coach."

"Like the first time we made love. Like the first time we did it in a shopping mall. Like the first time you whipped me."

"There you are." It was Rocco. "What took you so long? We found a spot." He pointed to the Fiat, a few feet from the entrance to the store.

"

Che fortuna

." How fortunate. Beatrice really had been looking forward to a few more minutes with her

amica

. Some time to browse in the store perhaps. "

Per te

." For you.

"It's only half hour parking. But it shouldn't take us that long, should it?"

"It's a big store. Lots to go through."

"Lots to try on," Marissa added. "I wonder what the changing rooms are like."

"If you want to fuck, please do it in the arcade area." A person, hard to tell which gender, had come to greet them, someone with long blue hair dressed for the climate in V shaped strips of leather that covered shoulders and nipples, intersecting at the groin. There was no trace of a bulge of flesh anywhere beneath.

"Oh my," Marissa said, "I got to have one of those. I don't think it would work for you,

mia cara

. What is it called?"

"A V-plunge teddy." The voice was throaty, medium pitched.

"Oh, so it opens? At the bottom?"

The salesperson turned around, pulling down the back flap to expose smooth cheeks, then closing it back up before turning to face them. Boy, girl, or something in between? Whatever it was, it had the parts the guys seemed to like the best anyway. Nestor in particular was eyeing him/her with more than casual interest. Provoking a taunting smile and a swish of the long blue hair.

"Would you like to try it on? We only have the one. It came to us as part of a most unusual collection, even for us." A hand reached out to test the size of Marissa's breasts. "Yes, you possibly could wear it."

"You would be willing to sell it?" The salesperson had shrugged off the straps, revealing a chest devoid of any trace of breasts. Hands on the hips were ready to tug down the rest.

"Five hundred euros. It's one of a kind."

"No, I'm sorry, it's too much." Just as the bottom was starting to slide - revealing nothing definitive.

"Very well." Straps back in place.

"Look at these." Beatrice picked up a flogger, its haft well worn, the strands frayed and stained with dark blotches. "

Vraiment bien usée. Et usée pour mal

." She said it in French, then in English for Nestor's benefit, "you understand,

bien usée

means well worn. It's very clever in French."

"

Bien sûr

."

"There was nothing like this on your list. You never used a whip on your lovely wife? Or the other way around?"

"We had a little one that came with one of the pegging kits. But we were old enough that we didn't need any additional pain."

Marissa had wandered over to look at the dildos. "I really need something bigger now."

"A used one?" Beatrice gave a shudder.

"We clean them very carefully." The salesperson went over and picked up one close to quarter meter long. "This is the Great Dane. It would be a hundred euros new, but you can have it for twenty."

"Too small."

"Well, what about these? The donkey dongs. It's a set of four, but we're missing the big one." The largest of the three was well over half a meter.

"There's a bigger one?" Beatrice was picking the medium size one up. It was heavy, over a kilo, and about a third of a meter long. The larger one was almost twice the size.

"Men like them. We got this set from a...professional...who was retiring and getting married. But she kept the largest one for her husband."

"How much?"

"Thirty euros. For the three. It would be more like three hundred brand new."

"Done."

"

Amiche, amiche

, we are wasting time. We have only fifteen minutes before we need to move the car. My dear..."

"Kim." A boy's name. Or a girl's.

"Kim. We have a friend who may be in difficulty, her name is Anna."

"Anna?" There was a look of shock as the salesperson recognized them. "

Mon Dieu!

You are Steve, and Melanie, and Trisha! And you? You are the elegant, mysterious stranger who so publicly has made Steve a cuckold? Well, I guess it's really so that clothes make the man."

"Or unmake him," Beatrice said. "He is very lovely without clothing."

"Yes, I would like to see that."

It was obvious, even with the baggy shorts, that Nestor was just as interested in finding out what was lurking in the bottom of that black leather V. But Rocco had other things on his mind. "The car. We only have ten minutes left."

"You can pull it into the alleyway. Here's the key to the gate."

"

Merci

." Rocco went outside, much to the relief of the others.

"He can be such a pain," Marissa sighed. "Possessive, insecure."

"He'll be a while," Kim said. "The alley is behind where your car is parked, on a one way street." A gesture out to a street where the cars in the middle where as motionless as the ones parked on either side.

"So tell me Kim, what sort of person are you?" Marissa did not wait for a reply. She pulled the straps of the v over arms that did not resist, pulled down the bottom to reveal...

"

Dio mio

!"

"

Castrato

!" One thing you could say about Marissa, she was not squeamish. She ran a finger over the tiny nub of a penis, the smooth skin beneath. "Who did this to you? Why?"

"What does it matter? I am who I am. What I am. Do you regret that you do not have the beautiful breasts of Melanie?"

"Watching them flop around when she tries to move fast? I think it must be an annoyance."

"And you

Monsieur

..."

"Birdy."

"Birdy - the bald bird, like the vulture.

Monsieur

Birdy, do you regret your lack of hair?"

"Not at all. Think how much time these ladies spend dealing with hair they want, hair they don't want, shaving, trimming, combing. During the pandemic it was truly a blessing to be without hair.

"In the same way, I do not regret what I do not have."

"Is there any way a woman can please you?" Marissa was playing with the little nub, which seemed unresponsive.

"Only by enjoying the pleasure I can give to them, as one woman would pleasure another. Or I suppose by pegging."

"And a man?"

"As a

passif

, yes great pleasure."

"Ah, too bad for you, Birdy likes to bottom too," Beatrice said. "I suppose you could use this." She pulled a long two ended dildo out of the pile. "Or Marissa could try out one of the donkey dongs."

"That won't be necessary." Nestor had opened his baggy shorts. His penis was not politely shriveled up. In fact, it seemed somewhat more interested, if possible, than Beatrice had seen it before.

"I thought you said you didn't like to top with guys, except... Oh, is this the exception?"

"Close enough."

Kim was leaning over a pile of corsets, Nestor was just starting to probe, when Rocco returned.

"

Dio mio

, the traffic!

Dio mio

, I can't leave you two alone for ten minutes?"

"Us? We're just watching." Which was not quite true. The two ladies were behind Nestor to get the best view, each with a hand between their thighs. In a few more seconds those hands would have traded places.

At that point Rocco caught side of the little nub of flesh hanging down between Kim's widespread legs. "

Dio mio

, I'm outta here. Let me know when it's safe to come back."

"

Che debole

. What a wimp. We keep trying to get him to do a four way bisex show - you know all the possibilities, every variation you could think of, and he says no way. Not even to do double penetration, or a spitroast."

"Mother told me once, when she was very drunk, that he had an affair with a priest, or maybe the other way around, when he was very young. And he's ashamed now. Maybe that's why he's so interested in Satanism."

"Tell me, Birdy, did you ever have a priest try to seduce you?"

"I'm a Presbyterian. And no. Could you two find something else to do than talking?"

"Maybe this?" Marissa planted a kiss on his butt, then a nibble, then a lick.

"Damn! Sorry Kim." Nestor withdrew, leaving a white trail.

Marissa couldn't resist giving it a little lick. "

Sapore strano

." Odd taste.

"

Vasectomia

."

"

Non gustoso senza sperma

."

"That's what my wife used to say. But better than having more babies. Is there a bathroom?" Nestor still had his shorts pulled down. "Need to clean up."

"Over there." Kim got back to his feet and pulled his garment back into place.

Rocco came back into the store. Had he been watching through the window? For that matter, had there been a crowd on the sidewalk peering in? If so, they had moved on to other entertainments. "Could we possibly do what we came here for?"

"You want to try out the dungeon? It's fifty euros for a half hour. A hundred if you want me to assist."

"Maybe later. But the reason we came here, we're looking for Anna. More specifically, we are looking for her foot." Rocco reached into a pocket and pulled out the printout.

"

Mon Dieu

. This is her foot? Detached, it would seem, from the rest of her?"

"Possibly," Nestor said. He had returned, shorts back in place. "It could be photoshopped. There are plenty of images of her feet out on the internet."

"Stroking Rocco's cock," Marissa said. "About the only thing she was good at."

"Really, sister, you should not speak ill of the dead. It's a bad habit."

"I can assure you, we do not have any used feet for sale here."

"No, that's not it. Anna, before she left us, disposed of all her belongings."

"Oh that's a bad sign. I've had two friends that were doing it. Both feeling suicidal."

"Lovely. Some of these were items that you would not take to the church thrift shop, but might be of interest to you. We were hoping to find something of hers, that might have her DNA, in case we do in fact locate a foot."

"Well feel free to look around."

"There's so much. Like finding a needle in a haystack. Do you remember if she ever came here?"

"I wouldn't know what she looked like. I'm a fan, I know what every bit of her body looks like from the neck on down, but she always wore that stupid veil. Coming into the store it would have been just the reverse, everything hidden but the face. Well, maybe not so hidden."

That was enough to make Beatrice try to pull down her skirt a bit, but it had the opposite effect on her

amica

. Marissa actually pulled hers up to confirm her lack of panties. "Not Anna. She wouldn't have the balls. Oh, sorry."

"It's okay." Kim gave a weak smile.

"Perhaps we should rent the dungeon after all. With you as master. These ladies have been very naughty. But first, here is a picture of Anna, without the veil."

"And with her? Is that Andre? There couldn't be two like that."

"You know Andre?"

"This summer he was a big, well yes literally enormous, customer. Rented out the dungeon a lot, too. He'd bring people in." Kim gave a shudder.

"Tourists and little black girls?" Nestor asked.

"Yes. Were you one of his clients?"

"Just a lucky guess. Did he ever come with Anna?"

"I don't think so. And if she had come on her own, to sell rather than buy, I probably would have remembered it."

"What happened in the dungeon?"

"Well, so far as I know everyone who walked in walked back out. Sometimes we needed to call the police or the medics, but never with Andre. There were the usual screams. It's what the girls are paid to do. I only know for sure what happens in there when I'm in charge. In fact," Kim reached for his phone, "if you look for this site you will see some examples."

Sure enough, there he was, clad in black leather, with a skinny blonde, whipping her some, tying the girl on her belly, then opening his pants to reveal an enormous erection to be buried in her butt.

"A dildo?"

"Of course. Even the masters who have their own equipment sometimes use a dildo. But Andre was letting the clients play at being the masters. I suppose the whole point of it was to eventually fuck the girls, or whatever. Of course, Andre preferred using the electric shock devices. With a hard whipping a girl could be out of action a week or two."

"We've always used whips," Beatrice said. "There's not enough visual impact with the shockers. But we don't whip hard enough to leave marks. Usually. Except that first time. Trish got carried away when the tip bell started ringing. My butt was sore for a week."

"I prefer the whip." Kim gave a savage smile, a smile that made Beatrice shudder. Was it her imagination, or were his teeth filed into points? What race was he? Where did he come from? Everyone here had dark skin with no tan lines - it was one reason to summer at the nude beach. But was his naturally dark? And his features, Mediterranean or African? "There's no artistry in the shockers, it is, how do you say it, point and shoot. But to place a lash stroke precisely on a nipple, a clitoris, an anus, to see the blood, to hear the screams..."

"I would love to take lessons from you," Marissa said.

"Ah, my dear, you must start your education at the other end of the whip." Kim picked up a little snake whip and cracked it so that it just brushed the little sundress Marissa was wearing.

"We have a show tonight." Rocco stepped in front of her. "We need her in one piece."

"Some other time then. It's too bad about Andre. I'll miss him. I suppose they'll be sending someone else with the girls now."

"Too bad about Andre? What do you mean? He was outside our apartment eating lunch the last we saw him." Marissa said it with total sincerely. Beatrice had never imagined her

amica

was so capable of deception.

"I fear the next time you see him will be at his wake, if there is one."

"He's dead? How do you know he's dead?" Less convincing this time. It provoked that savage smile.

"Oh, a little birdie told me."

Just at that moment, Nestor's watch gave a little chirp. Someone calling? Beatrice belatedly recognized what the little bubbles in the ceiling were - cameras, web cameras most likely, and if they were hooked into the web, were Nestor's robot masters, or perhaps servants, looking in?

"It's on the town police site," Nestor said. He was poking at the watch. "Andre Zokor found dead in apartment garden. Zokor gained celebrity as bodyguard to Anna of the Bad Puppets, sorry I'm translating on the fly,

les poupées maléfiques

."

"Doll, not puppet," Kim said.

Oh, the Evil Dolls. The Dolls of Evil. Of course. What is it about the French? An Italian group gives themselves an English name, and the French feel compelled to translate it? Really, who could have posted this?"

"It certainly wasn't us," Marissa said. "Javert? Or the morgue technician. Anything else?"

"The cause of death has not been determined. Authorities are working with the Russian Consulate to contact next of kin."

There was another chirp. Nestor gave a wry smile. He whispered to Beatrice, "see those very tall boots over there? You would like to buy them."

"Why? You want me to wear them while I peg you?"

"Just buy them."

She made a somewhat feeble attempt at subterfuge, rummaging a bit at the boots before picking out the ones Nestor had selected. "How much for these?"

"Three hundred euros."

"What?" She started to protest, but Nestor retrieved a wallet from his baggy shorts and handed over a bill. "You can keep the change." It was a five hundred euro note. What in the world was he doing with a five hundred euro note? You couldn't just get one at a bank any longer, although the banks would accept it. Counterfeit? That didn't make any sense either.

Kim was staring at the note in consternation as Nestor took the boots and walked out the store. "I'm sorry," Rocco said, "I need the key to the alley, to get the car out."

But at that moment, the little Fiat appeared in front of the store, with Nestor at the wheel.