A European Queen

Chapter 6.

A lover is just around the corner.

The games room was full of light, compared to the dungeon-type room. Francis went to let go of Corrine's hand, not wanting her to feel embarrassed in any way. But it was Corrine who wouldn't let go and tried to interlace her fingers into Francis's hand. Francis squeezed her hand and pointed to the bar. Their fingers interlaced.

Corrine looked around to see where everyone was, she noticed Mitch on her knees before her Mistress and a much older woman, complete with a walking cane. Mitch was sitting back on her heels, her head bowed, and her arms in front of her with the palms of her hands faced upwards, in a show of complete submission. She too was naked.

Francis went behind the bar and handed Corrine a bottle of water while she helped herself to a glass of a fine whisky liqueur. Glayva Tangerine and Honey Spiced Whiskey Liqueur no less.

Corrine watched as this older woman poured herself a fair amount of the liquid gold into a crystal goblet. She put the bottle away for safekeeping. She smiled to herself at how she moved, considering the workout they had just been through.

She looked away and caught Madeleine looking at them and she then suddenly looked away. She was in conversation with a small group of women, one of whom had her hand on her backside. The tutor looked out of place in this group, all of whom were dressed as men. Corrine thought it strange. Madeleine always acted out as if she was in command, but in that group, she looked to be just the opposite.

"Penny for them?" Francis asked.

"Sorry, what?"

"You're away with the dickie birds, what are you thinking about?" She asked Corrine.

"Oh nothing much, just looking at my Madeleine, she looks so out of place with those women,"

"Your Madeleine. How well do you know her?"

Corrine was stuck for a moment. Does she let on that she is her student or not? She thought better of it and replied. "Pretty well, we've been seeing each other for about 3 months,"

"And she hasn't told you about her lifestyle?" Francis asked her.

"Well, I know she is a Domme or something, and she is looking for a real-life submissive woman to be her partner. That's not me by the way,"

Francis put her hands on Corrine's shoulders and looked at her as she straightened her arms, putting her at arm's distance. "What aren't you telling me?"

"Nothing," she answered as she shrugged.

Francis explained to her "Sometimes a strong woman likes to let it all go, just be a sub for a short while and that is your Madeleine. To you, she is a strong authoritative Domme come Mistress, or whatever, but tonight, she is submissive to everyone. Later on, if you hang around, you will see just how submissive,"

"Oh, that will be interesting and fun," Corrine replied while looking back at that group and seeing her tutor being kissed aggressively by two women. Her ample bosoms were taken from her corset and put on display. The way she was being treated intrigued Corrine. She didn't expect to see her tutor in such a position. She was drawn towards the little group before she felt a tap on her elbow. She turned and Francis told her. "Go and speak to Margaret, please. I'm sure she will be waiting to hear about our encounter and that you are still safe and well,"

"Yes, of course, and where will you be? She asked.

"I'll be around the place," Francis explained. She then pointed to where Margaret was talking to the French woman Claudette.

Corrine mouthed the words 'Thank You' and started to walk towards the two women. They were in an animated discussion by the fireplace. For some strange reason, Corrine felt embarrassed because she was naked in front of the two women who she thought were the most attractive in the room. Which was saying something as her old tutor had literally taken her breath away not more than three hours earlier.

Claudette, the French woman had a glass of red wine in one hand and a gold-tipped cigarette in the other while Margaret held a large mug of something, probably beer in her hand while her pipe sat in her mouth while they talked. As she approached, Claudette nodded towards her to let Margaret know they were about to be joined by Corrine. She turned to see her and immediately a bright smile lit up her face.

"Hi there, are you all right?" She asked as she held out a hand in greeting to her.

Corrine took it and smiled in return before saying, "Yes, why shouldn't I be?" She walked up and stood next to the elegant older women, admiring them both. She shivered suddenly, even though she was standing next to the fire.

"Are you cold Corrine?" Before Corrine could answer Margaret took off her cardigan and put it around her shoulders and pulled her in towards her and the fire. She kept her arm around her shoulder, keeping her close. Corrine loved the scent attached to the cardigan, what was it again, 'Old Spice' she thought. She felt secure when she was close to her. She listened to them talking and casually rested her head against her shoulder.

Claudette looked on before saying to her, "Tu as l'air à l'aise ma douce jeune fille," (You look comfortable my sweet young thing)

Corrine just smiled in return and nodded, before saying. "Madame satisfaite," (Contented Madam)

Margaret looked at them both and asked. "What are you saying?"

Claudette answered, smiling and then telling her, "How comfortable Corrine looks in your arms,"

She looked sideways at Corrine, who smiled at her and rested her head against her. Margaret kissed her head. "Oh good, it feels good to me too,"

Corrine did a double-take and reminded Margaret "I'm still not broken of those bad habits you know?"

"What bad habits?" Came her response.

"The one that has me fooling around with every available girl in town," Corrine had a smirk on her face as she said it. Then she started to put the cardigan on properly, she put her arms in the sleeves and did the three buttons up. The cardigan was about four sizes too big for her, but it helped keep her warm.

"Oh, that bad habit. Well, I haven't begun teaching you yet," And with that remark she put her arm around Corrine's waist and pulled her in tighter as if she was sending a signal to every woman in the room.

That little thing that most people wouldn't see as anything more than a simple show of affection wasn't lost on the debonair-dressed French woman. The message had been sent and received.

"Penses-tu que c'est une mauvaise habitude ma petite chose sexy?" (Do you think it is a bad habit my sexy little thing?)

"Ce n'est qu'une mauvaise habitude pour ceux qui recherchent plus qu'une petite chose sexy," (It is only a bad habit for those who seek more than just a sexy little thing,)

"Êtes-vous en train de dire que vous ne voulez pas vous installer avec une femme beaucoup plus âgée?" (Are you saying you do not want to settle down with a much older woman?)

"Un jour, j'aimerais ça, mais peut-être qu'en ce moment, je peux juste profiter de la compagnie de tout le monde. Dans et hors de la chambre." (One day I would like that, but maybe right now, I just get to enjoy everyone's company. In and out of the bedroom.)

"Mademoiselle, ne jouez pas avec le cœur de Margaret, c'est une belle femme, à la fois à l'intérieur et à l'extérieur aussi, comme vous pouvez le voir." (Miss do not play with Margaret's heart, she is a beautiful woman, both on the inside and outside as well, as you can see.)

"Yes, she is a beautiful woman and wonderful company I think," Corrine responded in English as she sensed that Margaret was getting a little annoyed at being ignored.

Claudette gave her a smile that said she was not to be trifled with. Then tapped Margaret on her hand and apologised for speaking in French to the young sexy thing by her side. Margaret smiled at nodded in reply. Before saying, "She is sexy isn't she?"

"Oh yes she is and she knows it. Don't you Corrine?"

Corrine blushed and dropped her chin, this was one way that Corrine could take a little time to gather her thoughts, and that it would show a sign of respect to a woman who considered herself a Domme. She raised her chin before telling Claudette. "I know who and what I am Madame Claudette. Please don't make me out to be something I am not,"

Margaret looked at her and secretly admired the young woman for standing up for herself.

"What's going on?" She asked.

The two other women were at a point where they stood sending 'daggers' to each other.

Claudette raised herself to her full height and tried to stare the young mademoiselle down. But Corrine was having none of it. She too pushed her shoulders back, not that it could be seen under the baggy cardigan. The stalemate was broken by the arrival of the elegantly dressed woman in a white suit.

"Excuse me for interrupting ladies, but may I borrow this young lady for a brief moment?"

Margaret looked at Claudette with an inquisitive look before answering the interloper, "Yes of course,"

The woman held out her hand and took Corrine to the loveseat. Corrine remembered what the woman had asked of her, she thought about it and didn't think of letting this stranger, no matter how she was dressed get up close and personal with her womanly core.

"My name is Helen and I was hoping we could just chat for a few minutes?"

Corrine put her hand out to the woman in white and they shook hands, she smiled and blushed.

"This is my first dinner party with the group, so I am a little nervous. I'm not really a gay woman more bisexual I think, I have a man in my life as well you see,"

Corrine sat there listening. Her knees were pressed tightly together and her ankles crossed. Anyone who could read body language would be certain to conclude that Corrine didn't fancy this woman.

Corrine smiled at her and nodded, waiting for the next sentence or question.

"I was wondering if I could see you alone, you know to touch you, caress you, kiss you even, in private I mean, if that is OK? I could pay you,"

Corrine froze. What did she just say? When it sunk in she felt sorry for this woman. "Helen, I'm not a whore and if you had been observant I've been naked on and off for most of the evening,"

"Yes I know, but I was just wondering if you would, you know, kind of want to," She asked again. "I mean I can get one of the other girls to come with me, but they do as they are told by their Mistress. You on the other hand have free will, I was kind of hoping you would,"

Corrine was learning as she went along. People are never as they seem to be. First the tutor, both a Domme but likes to be submissive, then there was Francis, rough and tough one minute then kind and gentle the next, Margaret, saying she couldn't settle with me because I play the field, yet pulls in close to her as if I were hers alone, Claudette is desperate to have me yet her arrogance pushes me away and now this woman, who is so unsure of herself, wants to be loved by another woman, yet she dresses so elegantly as if she has a harem of women waiting on her.

"Being bisexual Helen, implies you have a female lover or at least had a female lover?"

"Well yes, I have in the past had a girlfriend but it was a long time ago. I understand if you say no, I know I am not a beautiful woman, but I was hoping," her sentence slowly drained to a finish without actually finishing.

Corrine let it run through her mind, this elegant woman wants a 'pity fuck', she knew too well that it wasn't going to happen. She did have an idea though.

"Helen, I am not the kind of girl who does that sort of thing. Tell me something, are you free in the evening, say between 4 pm and 8 pm?"

"I can be, why do you ask?"

"I attend the Gillies Plains TAFE and if you are free one evening why not be my guest at our bar you can meet some of the girls. Who knows you might have a lot of fun,"

"How do you know they are into older women?" She asked.

Corrine smiled at her and explained. "The girls all know that I am gay, they see me with you and if I become somewhat attentive towards you, they will be eager to meet you,"

Helen smiled. "Sounds like fun to me. How do I dress?"

Corrine looked at her and said, "Not like this," Waving her arm up and down her white suit. "Jeans, tighter the better, heels, a T-Shirt no bra. Can you get away without a bra?"

"Sweetie, I am 52, Mother Nature and gravity say no way,"

"OK, then a sexy bra," Corrine told her.

"I can see now why you aren't anyone's sub. Sure you aren't a Domme?" Helen asked her, only half-jokingly. Corrine cocked her head but didn't say a word.

Corrine took hold of her hand in her lap. "Give me your phone and I'll give you my number, that way we can keep in touch. Wednesdays are a good night and if you can meet me at 4.30 pm that would be perfect,"

Helen reached into her inside top pocket and handed Corrine her phone. To those looking on it must have seemed like Helen had scored a date later on. She smiled and her eyes were thanking Corrine in oh so many ways.

Once Corrine had entered her number she explained, "I put it under CM in case someone you don't want to know gets hold of your phone,"

"That's not a problem,"

Corrine looked around the room and saw the many eyes on them. She thought to herself, 'Give them something to stare at Corry'. So she grabbed Helen around the neck with a single hand and pulled her into a passionate kiss. She heard a few ooohhhhhsssss and aaarrrrgggghhhhssss. She smiled to herself as she broke the kiss and Helen was in a daze. Corrine looked around the room and caught Madeleine looking at her, her corset was now removed and she watched as Corrine wet her lips and then whispered to Helen. "If you want to see someone naked, go and get Madeleine Osborne to come here and strip for you. Then if you get excited, you could do as you see fit,"

"Won't her friends have something to say about it?" She asked.

"If they say anything, tell them that Corrine would like to see it," Corrine gambled on her good looks being sufficient to sway the women fondling her old tutor would want to see her humiliated as well as seeing her naked. She then kissed her quickly to give her some encouragement.

"I will wait on your call about next week," She said loud enough for those who were closest to hear.

She started to rise but Helen kept hold of her hand, "Why are you doing this for me?"

Corrine smiled at her, "Because I can," She answered. And walked back to where Margaret was standing, now on her own. Her beer stein in one hand and a cold pipe in the other. Corrine's walk took extra time as her movement was as graceful as she could make it. She had no idea why she was teasing this woman.