Feeling giddy from the champagne and already excited by the prospect of what the next few hours would hold for me, I followed K out of the cafe and onto the street.
'Thank you, VV,' she said linking my arm. 'I appreciate you taking this last assignment for me. Eddy and I want to leave this all behind as soon as we can. I am happy that you came to Paris at this time, VV. I think you will enjoy this evening.'
It was a short walk from the cafe to the house, of which K occupied the two top floors. An old square, apartment building, with all the rooms centred around an inner courtyard. The third floor was a lounge and bathing area, where clients would arrive sometime before their appointment to relax with a drink, or to smoke hashish, watch a pornographic movie, to shower and change before being escorted upstairs by one of the smoothly attired, discreet and controlling butlers. When you crossed the threshold into K's mansion, you gave up the outside world entirely and placed yourself into the hands of her staff. The third floor also had separate backstage area for the freelancers, whose arrival and departure was timed precisely to avoid meeting the clients.
When we arrived the third floor was empty apart from a handsome barman.
'Bonjour mesdames,' he offered as we walked in.
'Bon apres midi, Charles,' K replied and introduced me.
'A pleasure to meet you Madame,' said Charles. Our eyes locked for a moment too long and I wondered if all he did for K was serve drinks to her clients.
K led me to the backstage area, into a plush changing room where a fair haired woman in her late twenties, average height, slim build with fake breasts was fastening a suit jacket. She wore only a bra underneath and her breasts were delightfully sexy in the dark red lace bra she wore.
'Laure will be participating in the session with the client, VV. It is imperative that you do not use her name and you follow the instructions I have already given you. She is the submissive today and will do whatever you and the client say.'
