(Michael's sexual encounters with La Torse de Vénus, a rich QUAD Amputee lady...)
La Torse de Vénus 1
Michael was disturbed at his breakfast by the sound of his doorbell. Rising from the table he crossed the room and opened the door to his flat. A liveried courier stood in the corridor holding a plain white envelope which he handed to Michael saying "I am instructed to wait for your reply, sir." Puzzled, Michael opened the envelope, noting a slight whiff of perfume and withdrew the single folded sheet of paper and read:
Dear Sir,
Your application for an appointment with Madam La torse de Vénus has been approved and you are requested to attend... and there followed a date and time. Please indicate your acceptance or otherwise to the bearer of this letter. You are advised that refusal of this appointment, or failure to attend for any reason will result in any future application being rejected.
The letter was signed on behalf of Mme La torse de Vénus and dated.
His mind whirled and his pulse raced, he was brought back to reality by a polite cough from the courier. "May I have your reply please sir?"
"Yes, er... yes I accept," he stammered, "Where shall I attend?"
"I shall collect you here sir, 45 minutes prior to the appointment time, dress should be smart casual sir. Good day."
With a slight nod the courier left.
Several weeks ago Michael had come across an intriguing advert on a disabled dating site:
"Quad amputee offers discrete services to discerning male clients. Apply in own handwriting with brief CV."
The address was an anonymous box number.
On an impulse Michael had replied, but three weeks had passed without response, and he had felt rather foolish and embarrassed, assuming that the advert was a hoax, and someone somewhere had derived great amusement from his tacit admission that he was a 'devotee', and anxious for an unusual sexual experience. It now appeared however that the advert was genuine, or was he being manipulated to satisfy someone's warped sense of humour? Well, he thought, if he were being taken for a fool he was quite capable of teaching whoever it was a lesson if he ever met them.
His doorbell rang at the appointed time, and Michael opened it to find the same liveried courier as before. "If you are ready sir, I have the car outside."
Michael followed him to a large limousine with curtained rear windows. The driver held open the door and ushered him inside. A curtained screen separated him from the driver, and he quickly discovered that all were fixed, thus preventing any view outside the rear of the car.
"There are drinks in the cabinet sir, if you wish. The journey will take approximately 30 minutes."
Michael's heart suddenly leapt in panic. This could be anything he thought.
He could be being kidnapped for all he knew and cursed himself for a fool.
He calmed down a little and thought logically. Why kidnap him? He had no real money or connections. He opened the cocktail cabinet and calmed himself with a stiff Brandy.
When the car finally stopped, he stepped out into an underground garage which could have been anywhere. He may have been driven round in circles for all he knew, he mused. The chauffeur beckoned him to an elevator and they ascended a couple of floors. As the doors opened they were greeted by a smart bespectacled young woman in a business suit, mid 30s,Michael guessed. She beckoned him to follow whilst the driver remained in the elevator. He was shown into a comfortably furnished reception room, and the woman invited him to help himself to tea or coffee, "whilst a few formalities were completed..."
As he sipped coffee she withdrew a manila folder from a desk in the corner and brought it over to where he sat. She sat opposite to him and withdrew some papers which recognized as his application ad CV, plus an official looking document.
"Very well Monsieur," she began. "You realize of course that Madam requires compensation for her services. The level of compensation is entirely at the discretion, and is not related to the level or nature of the services which may be offered to you, but will not exceed..." and here she named a figure. "If that is acceptable, please furnish me with your credit account details and sign this authorization for a single charge to the account, not exceeding the said amount."
"Secondly Monsieur, you may only avail yourself of those services which Madam herself chooses to offer you. Madam does not take requests." She said almost with a hint of distaste. "Madam may terminate the proceedings at any time, without giving a reason, and you will leave immediately. If these terms are acceptable, please be good enough to furnish me with your credit card and sign at the bottom. If you do not wish to proceed, the driver will return you from whence you came, and no charge will be made, but no future application will be considered."
Michael nodded his assent and signed the proffered document.
"Madam will send for you shortly Monsieur. Thank you."
Michael's heart was pounding with excitement and anticipation. Was his dream finally to come true, and would he be able to control himself sufficiently to enjoy it to the full? Would he be able to enjoy it at all, or would nerves and stress ruin it for him? As he was turning these thoughts over in his mind, a door opened and a young lady clad in a silk robe entered. "If you will follow me Monsieur, Madam will see you now."
Almost trembling with excitement he followed her from the room and into the corridor, and her invitation stepped through an adjacent door into a medium sized tastefully decorated lounge dominated by a chaise lounge, adjacent to which was an arm chair. Several other chairs were arranged around the walls, each one occupied a young woman clad in an identical robe to the one who had brought him. On the chaise lounge, supported on cushions was "Madam La Torse de Venus", her body completely covered by an armless version of the silk robe.
"Welcome Monsieur, come and sit by me if you please!"
He did as he was bid.
"Now Monsieur, tell me why you wish to avail yourself of my services. After all, most men would consider me a deformed freak, and think that anyone who might find me even a little attractive, to be odd or even perverted let alone wish me to be intimate with them."
He described truthfully his devoteeism and attraction to amputees.
"Refreshingly frank, Monsieur. Have you never tried to form a relationship with an amputee woman?"