"You've gone places with him, and nothing bad has happened to you. What's the problem?"
"The problem is fucking for money. I don't know who else is going to be there. I never met his sons either."
Monique spoke up, "I've met the older one. He's a playboy but nothing to worry about. The younger one is your age I think. He's in school. Maybe he'll fall in love with one of you and you'll be set for life."
"Yeah, right! People like that don't fall in love with the hired help."
In the end my objections were overridden, and Monique called Jean the following day to announce that Eve was available to join us. She also reminded him of his promised bonus in her regard. Jean answered that it would be no problem as long as everything passed satisfactorily. In the few days that remained before the trip, I met no clients and accompanied Eve on various errands, including a private clinic where blood samples were taken from us. I explained that we were always tested for diseases before visiting Jean, as he did not support either being infected or using condoms. I made sure that Eve's birth control was current.
Early on the day of departure we were driven to the airport, where Jean's jet was waiting. Within two hours we landed at Côte d'Azur airport in Nice, where a limousine was waiting to take us to the marina. From there a tender took us out to the yacht, anchored in the gulf. It was a boat worthy of Jean, probably fifty meters in length with several decks. A uniformed crewmember led us to individual adjoining cabins, while another carried our luggage. Neither Jean nor his sons were aboard, but were expected in the afternoon, and we were invited to make use of any of the yacht's facilities in the interim.
Both Monique and Eve changed into skimpy two-piece suits, and went to the fantail deck to sun themselves and drink mimosas. I was curious about the yacht, and asked one of the officers for a tour, which I found fascinating. Afterwards I took a nap until awakened by call to the cabin telephone informed me that dinner would be served at seven.
I bathed and dressed, then went out on deck about six. I was directed to the upper sundeck where I found Jean and two men sitting around a table. Jean and the older of the other two were smoking cigars. As I supposed, these were the sons. The older, Julien, looked to be in his early thirties. He did not resemble his father particularly, being short and stocky with thick black hair and a swarthy face. On being introduced, he gave me a rather sardonic smile as he kissed my cheek. His brother Marc resembled a young Jean, with the same slim build, high cheekbones, and prominent brows. He appeared to be in his early twenties and was quite handsome. He seemed quite embarrassed as we were introduced: when he took my hand, his palm felt sweaty in mine. I was given a drink and a seat, and shortly thereafter Eve and Monique arrived, each in light sleeveless dresses with scoop necklines that displayed plenty of cleavage. Julien obviously knew Monique well, and after the introductions they walked over to the rail and began to converse in a low tone. I thought their behavior unsociable.
We remaining four sat around the table conversing in English for Eve's benefit. Eve, having drunk three glasses of wine, became gay and chatty, answering all of Jean's questions without reserve. I saw that Jean was playing with her; while although his questions were innocent-seeming, they were opening lines of the sort of seduction he took pleasure in. For his part, Marc said almost nothing, responding with
oui
or
non
to questions Eve put to him. It came out that he had just gotten his degree in economics, and would be entering the prestigious ENA the following month. I was impressed by this fact, as the ENA is the most prestigious school in France, and all of the country's high administrators were selected from the ranks of its graduates. Even if he was not very sociable, Marc's eyes seldom left Eve.
It was the same at dinner. Marc was seated between Monique and me with Eve facing him and Jean facing me. Julien continued his dialog with Monique to the exclusion of the rest, principally about racing. Marc stared at Eve, who had become more demure, while Jean discoursed on the wines, the various dishes, our itinerary for the week, and so forth. On occasion, such as between courses, his right hand disappeared below the table, and I had the impression he was touching Eve's leg or thigh. She gave no outward indication, other than a start and a nervous smile at the first touch. I received no such attention from Marc, who scarcely turned my way at all.
After cheese and dessert, the men left to smoke on the afterdeck, and we girls wandered to the bow. Monique lit up a cigarette and said to Eve, "I think you've made a conquest."
Eve smiled contentedly. "Yeah. Did you notice how he was rubbing my leg. I had my dress hiked up pretty high, and I thought he was going to feel me through my panties."
"You're wearing panties? Oh la! But I was referring to Marc."
"Marc?" I said in disbelief. "He hardly said two words all night."
"That's right. I wonder if he understands English," Eve replied.
Monique disagreed. "He was looking at you from the first minute, and when I see that look in a man I know he has only one thought, to get into my pants. Take it from one who has some experience in these matters."
"He is handsome. I won't mind if you're right. You and Julien were pretty cozy. What were you talking about? It was rude not to speak English, you know."
"We are French in our own country, so who is the rude one?" She laughed and took a drag on her cigarette. "As it happens, he and Marc will be in Paris next week, and we were talking about attending some horse races together at Longchamps."
"Where is that?"
"The Bois du Boulogne."
At that moment, Julien appeared to summon Monique, who departed with a wink in our direction.
"I suppose she's going to his cabin," said Eve. "What are we supposed to do?"
Eve's Initiation
Her question was not long in being answered, as Jean appeared next to invite us to his quarters. These proved to a large cabin in the middle of the lower deck extending the full width of the hull. It was paneled in light wood and had a clean elegant style that I liked immensely. At the rear was a large bed on a platform, and in the other end a type of sitting room with chairs arranged around a low table.
We were invited to sit, and Jean poured us snifters of old cognac. Then sitting facing us, he spoke to Eve. "You are quite a beautiful girl. I have been anxious to make your closer acquaintance for some time. Did you know that?"
"Yes sir. Meredith told me."
"Call me Jean, please! Do you know why you are here?"
"Yes Jean."
"And what is that reason?"
"To please you in any way I can."
"I am sometimes hard to please. What do you think would please me at this moment?"
"I don't know. I mean, tell me and I'll do it."
"A more experienced girl would answer differently. Meredith, tell me what you would have said."
"Knowing you as I do, I would have offered to remove all of my clothing, and then yours, and then fuck you unconscious."
"You do know me well, and we may arrive at that point eventually. Is that also your expectation my dear Eve?"
"Something like that I guess."
"And having your sister watch, that does not bother you?"
"Oh, no!"
"And were she to join in our amusement, that would not be displeasing?"
"Not at all."
"You and she have been intimate then already?"
"Yes. I love her, and she loves me. I'm sure you know that already."
"I wanted to hear it from your own lips. You are quite a naughty girl, and Meredith too. When I first met her she was very protective of your innocence, but I see that was unnecessary. So I will tell you directly that tonight I want to see how you love Meredith, and then I will try you for myself. Is that agreeable to you?"
