AN INNOCENT IN PARIS PT. 06
This the story of a gorgeous, sexy, but inexperienced eighteen year old English girl encountering the many temptations of life in France. She discovers her true sexuality; she is tempted by certain recreational substances. She is on an exciting but dangerous path....
The story so far...
(better if you start at Pt 1!)
Marie was a young student from Exeter, England, about to start her degree course at the Sorbonne University in Paris. A county (state) level tennis player at home, she visited the university's tennis club. There were unexpected consequences.
Still a virgin at eighteen and in the first week of university life, she encountered a whole new world. In just a week she lost her virginity to Jerome, made love to Chantal and that was just the start...
Chantal, the secretary of the University Tennis Club had invited Marie for a trial game that Marie won easily. They ended up in the club bar and over the next couple of hours they drank far too much wine for Marie, and in an alcoholic haze she invited Chantal back to her apartment.
She was getting inexplicably aroused by the gorgeous Chantal.
They drank more, and a confused Marie could feel herself becoming increasingly turned on by the warmth and closeness of Chantal's body. By the end of the evening the very inexperienced Marie had drunk far too much, smoked her first cigarettes, and Chantal had become her first ever female lover.
The strength of their relationship, and feelings for each other was growing. The girls exchanged rings as a symbol of their commitment and their love for each other.
Chantal's father's friend, the Russian Oligarch Dmitri, invited the girls for a weekend on his super yacht moored just outside Monaco. They entered a world of wealthy indulged celebs including the famous international sit-com actress Jennifer Armstrong. In this new world where anything goes. Dmitri asked them, as a favour, to entertain the celebs; the girls were well rewarded...
Dmitri invited them to return two weeks later to entertain the two daughters of a Spanish senior politician with whom he was negotiating a lucrative business deal...
They eagerly accepted.
Danielle a fellow student and her sister Jade are also making money as drug couriers; the girls refuse to get involved. A few days later, Jade vanishes.
Marie's interest in BDSM is growing, as are many other dangerous habits...
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Just as two weeks ago, the black Mercedes taxi collected the girls and took them to the private terminal at Paris Le Bourget airport. Svetlana met them and led them to Dmitri's private jet. The girls settled down in the luxurious leather seats and relaxed.
"How are you ladies today?" Svetlana was trying to be friendly, "I hear you are entertaining the two Spanish girls this weekend?"
"That's right," Chantal was getting curious, "Do you know them?"
"I've met them once in Barcelona. Both are over indulged by their parents. Whatever they want they get. You'll need to be patient! Dmitri is very happy that you are here to look after them."
Svetlana was starting to like the girls, "Can I get you ladies a drink or something stronger? Would you like some champagne? Chantal, I think your favourite is Cristal?"
"It is, Svetlana, thank you, and thanks for the explanation."
She served the champagne in delicate cut glass flutes then put a small silver box on the table in front of them.
"The eighteen year old is quite shy. Her older sister is the opposite and can be difficult."
Marie knew what was in the small silver box. She opened the lid and there it was -- the magic white powder an oversize straw and a credit card size piece of plastic.
Chantal knew they had a challenging weekend ahead.
"Not now babe -- we're working. Later. Let's think about these girls, how we're going to give them a weekend they'll never forget."
As the jet flew along the beautiful coast of the French Riviera, Svetlana pointed out St Tropez, a beautiful old fishing port, now a playground for the very rich, then Cannes, the venue for the famous Cannes Film Festival and a favourite holiday place for wealthy Russians and Arabs. Marie just couldn't believe how her life had changed in just over a month.
As before, Dmitri's helicopter took them from Nice Airport to his yacht moored just off Monaco. George, the Monaco nightclub owner, and one of Dmitri's "fixers", welcomed the girls on board.
"Dmitri would like to meet you in thirty minutes to talk about planning the weekend"'
Svetlana led them to the same stateroom as before. Marie checked the second safe and all the usual items were there, cigarettes, the Cuban cigars, the white powder, the marijuana and the bong.
Both girls took great care of their appearance. They wanted to make a good impression on their host, or more accurately, their employer. They both wore light summer dresses, tantalisingly short, but not brash. They took a lot of care of their make-up and hair. Marie borrowed some of Chantal's jewellery and a pair of her Jimmy Choo designer shoes. As side by side, they looked in the full height mirror they knew they looked good.
"You're beautiful, babe."
Marie kissed her lover on the lips. A thrill went through her body as their tongues caressed.
Dmitri's stateroom was large and luxurious, tasteful, in some ways extravagant, but not flashy -- probably the work of a high end Italian or French interior designer.
"Marie, Chantal. It's good to see you again. He kissed them on both cheeks. Welcome aboard."
"Its really good to be here again Dmitri... and thank you for your hospitality." Chantal continued, "We will do our very best to give your guests a weekend to remember."
"That's good Chantal. You both did a really good job looking after our friends Jen and Talia two weeks ago. They still talk about you; in fact, Jen will be here this weekend.
"Let me tell you about the sisters you will be entertaining. The older one, Ana, is into sport, shopping and clubbing. She's a completely free spirit. She really upsets her father as she can vanish for days. He has no idea where she is, but she always returns home eventually."
"Emilia, everyone calls her Emi, is eighteen and is the complete opposite. She likes art galleries, ballet and classical music. Apparently, she is a talented dancer and musician."
Marie had a suggestion, "We could split them - I'll could take Emi and we could concentrate on culture... At school I studied art and the history of art including the main French impressionist painters, Monet, Degas and Renoir. There are a lot of small galleries down here... there is so much to see."
"That's good Marie. You'll probably need transport. I could arrange a nice car and a driver for you. What do you think Chantal? Any ideas?"
"Do we know which sports Ana is into?"
"Her father told me that she's into water sports. Apparently she's a good mono-skier, and kite surfer. She's also into tennis, rock climbing and apparently is very competitive."
This was good news to Chantal, "Mono skiing and tennis are fine. I've never done kite surfing. Leave her to me Dmitri. There's enough to go at. Could we use one of your ski boats? Can we borrow a kite surf parachute from somewhere?"
"The ski boat and driver are yours for the weekend. We already have a kite surf parachute."
"They're arriving on the flight from Barcelona that arrives at Nice Airport at 18.30 this evening. I'd like you to meet them at the airport, then they can be helicoptered onto the yacht. Then they are in your hands until Sunday evening when they catch the 19.30 flight back to Barcelona. If you need anything, speak to Svetlana. Just give them a weekend they'll never forget!"
The girls returned to their staterooms. Marie carefully researched the art galleries along the French Riviera and planned their itinerary. Chantal checked out the sports equipment on the yacht. The girls were ready.
Nice Airport was busy with holidaymakers. Chantal had an iPad with "Ana, Emi" on the screen. Displaying the screen, they waited in the arrivals area. After a while two girls appeared, one tall with an athletic build, the other shorter, obviously younger and slightly nervous. The giveaway was their very expensive matching Louis Vuitton luggage.
The sisters saw their names on the iPad, came over and introduced themselves. Ana had "attitude" and gave the impression of being cool or maybe just disinterested. But not so obviously, behind that façade she was confused and needy. She felt unloved and insecure.
Emi looked younger than her eighteen years, but she had beautifully proportioned young body. She seemed unconfident and even a little sad. Yet, Marie warmed to her; they both loved art so they would have plenty to talk about. She'd do her best to bring her out of her shell.
