Chapter 2 - Spaghetti
Luisa sat down on Meghan's bed.
"I don't think I can do this," she whispered.
'You look at me like I am an unexploded bomb," smiled Meghan, "I'm not that bloody ugly am I?"
Madam Cole had just given them their last task of the day. She had split the group into pairs and told them to take turns in pleasuring each other. They had to film the encounter, edit it and bring it back to the classroom within three hours. Luisa had considered running to get her passport and just going home, but Meghan had persuaded her to come to her room and talk things through.
Luisa shivered, longing with all her heart to be back home in Yorkshire, chatting to her Dad before heading back to her boyfriend. What seemed like a dull and boring rut before now seemed like a safe harbour.
"I've never been to bed with a woman," Luisa said, her eyes looking at the floor. "I'm straight".
Meghan laughed, "Well, so is spaghetti ... until you warm it up."
"Seriously Meghan I have made a mistake coming here - I am going to go and check the next flight home. I'm sorry."
"What did you think the training to have sex with women in a women's bordello would involve, Luisa?"
Luisa tried not to cry at the brusqueness in Meghans voice. "I applied almost as a joke and then things just seemed to snowball - to be honest I just wanted to do something a bit wild, life just seemed so boring. I almost didn't come but then I told myself I would just come for the weekend. It seemed a good idea when it wasn't real."
"Some fantasies are like that" replied Meghan. "OK - here's the deal. Give me an hour with you - you don't need to do anything. You can be my pillow princess. I'll film it then at least I will get a pass - then we can go to 666 and have that dinner and I will take you to the airport. How does that sound?"
"I don't know" said Luisa, her voice caught. "I've just split with my boyfriend and I think I was just rebounding from it with something mad and wild - I was with him for 9 years."
Meghan reached over and placed her hand on Luisa's heart. She felt the rhythmic beat quicken as Luisa responded to her touch. "Not broken" she whispered, "definitely not broken."
She removed her hand and made her way over to the mini bar. ''Let's have a drink, then make up your mind - there is some fabulously expensive champagne in here and it would be a shame to waste it."
Luisa said nothing as she took in Meghan's room. It was identical to hers in shape and size, but the similarity ended there. Meghan's was exuberant: true boho style with mixed textures and bright colours. Very different from the plush interior of the room she had been allocated which featured gilded frames depicting traditional Dutch images, heavy drapes and ornate woodwork. Like hers, the bed was a large queen size. Apart from their intents and purposes they looked like upmarket boutique hotel rooms. Large en-suite bathrooms with luxury products and Egyptian cotton towels and underfloor heating added to the luxurious feel. The tools of their trade were hidden behind the heavy doors of built in cupboards.
During training the trainees would live here, but when the bordello opened they would only be in the rooms for their shifts so would need to find other accommodation in Amsterdam. Many of the girls were already talking to each other about sharing apartments.
Luisa jumped as Meghan sat down beside her again - handing her a small bottle champagne and a crystal glass. "One for you and one for me," she said, before popping her own then Luisa's cork.
Luisa sipped her very first glass of champagne, enjoying the way the cold bubbles slipped down her throat. She had always thought champagne was just posh prosecco. But as she drank more, her palate was more than pleased at the subtle taste of vanilla and honey.
Meghan began lighting some of the candles around the room, creating gentle flickering lights and a faint fresh aroma of lime and bergamot. She then topped up both their glasses before delving into Luisa's bag and taking out her phone. Expertly she paired it to the blue tooth in the room and began with the playlist 'Luisa Favourite Songs'.
She then set up the camera as Luisa carried on drinking and, as the alcohol hit her empty belly, felt a little more bold.
"Are you in a relationship?" asked Luisa, trying to play for some time.
"God no," spluttered Meghan. "I find it hard enough to look after me, let alone someone else. Also - my relationships tend to break down when they really get to know me."
Luisa's glass was empty again, and Meghan refilled it. "Just because you had a boyfriend, doesn't mean you can't have fun with a woman, you know..."
Feeling rather lightheaded, Luisa put her glass to the side and acquised when Meghan asked her to lie down. Gently her blouse was unbuttoned and she trembled as Meghan took in her large pale breasts encased in a white lace bra.
Suddenly and swiftly, Meghan put her hand up Luisa's skirt and expertly removed the white lace matching pants. Despite herself, Luisa felt a quiver of excitment.
Meghan stroked her collar bone before starting to gently kiss the side of Luisa's neck. Her touch was sweet and surprisingly tender. Luisa gasped as Meghan's lips grazed her throat and started on the other side of her neck.
