CHAPTER 1
Claudette Jones was the only child of a Welsh solicitor and a French cabaret-singer-cum-goodtime girl who reformed at the time of marriage. Claudette had dark hair as a child but by the time she started high school she was a blonde and remained a blonde until she died tragically in 2005.
The nature of her death at thirty would not have come as a shock to those who really knew Claudette and they might have thought, 'Once a slut always a slut'. Despite that she was a great kid and grew into a lively and well-liked young woman. Interestingly she'd found benefits in being sluttish.
As a senior high school student Claudette appeared to have more pocket money than anyone else in her class and for a time her classmates couldn't understand why she was so popular with the guys and some of the male teachers.
At university in southwest England, Claudette was never short of money. Her parents paid her fees and accommodation but expected her to work for her personal upkeep in the belief that would help educate their daughter about the value of money and she would then spend it wisely.
So much for theory.
"I can't understand how you never ask us for spending money and yet never seem to work at nights or weekends," said her mother, with her French accent all but gone but she still thought like a Frenchwoman. "You have also built up a very expensive wardrobe."
"Oh but I do work hard for brief intervals for good reward."
"But how?"
"On my back mother. I think you French have better understanding of that than the British."
Her mother shrieked, 'Omigod."
Chantal had to stifle her mirth. She was aware her daughter knew she'd been a cabaret singer before marriage but was supposedly ignorant about her activities much later at night that sometimes continued through to mid-morning. With Dylan her husband being considered for appointment as a judge, Chantal had no wish to have his good name smeared by stupid talk of his wife's sinful activity as a young woman.
"My dear I think I understand it but let's not get into that," Chantal said defensively. "Now listen to me about the full precautions you must take and I'll tell you everything I know, er from what my friends have told me, about the less-endearing ways of men sexually, especially when they pay for favors."
To Claudette's surprise she found she didn't know everything and she enjoyed listening to some of the disgusting and even horrible incidents involving women in casual sexual relationships. Her mother related those stories so graphically and with so much verve it was as if she had been central to the experience rather relating those stories second-hand.
Before too long into this educational chat, the penny dropped for the 19-year-old. When she walked away after her mother had finished she thought rather scandalized, "Oh god, it's inherited."
Thinking more about that Claudette recalled a couple of times arriving home and yelling "Mom" and her mother coming out in a robe and looking quite flushed and saying she'd been sleeping. Thinking back on those incidents Claudette dimly recalled sometimes noticing a car parked right outside their suburban home when she arrived from school.
"Mother you slut."
Claudette had long learned to be discreet so she rejected any thought of confronting her mother about her presumably licentious life in France and about the lovers she'd had since marriage. Her mom was entitled to keep her private life a secret, just as she was.
A month later Claudette, who was studying for a BA in drama and French at Bristol University, faced a disciplinary hearing on a charge alleging unacceptable behavior. She'd met the wife of the professor who headed her department at a social function. The wife appeared flirtatious and late into the evening Claudette had drunkenly proposed a threesome with the woman and her husband. The wife Angela had described that as a brilliant suggestion and said she'd set it up. But Angela had second thoughts because late next day Claudette was notified she must appear at a hearing on a charge of disgraceful conduct.
The hearing was relatively informal and involved Angela the complainant and Claudette. The young student was aware at worst she faced expulsion although she could challenge that decision and be entitled to have legal representation. However she argued intelligently calling it 'a playful and naughty proposal' between two half-drunk women in a conversation she was sure no one overheard.
Angela claimed to have been shocked and felt degraded and Claudette asked precisely when did those emotions grip Angela who said the following morning. Claudette also pointed out that no lewd activity had taken place. The chairman asked had Angela been intoxicated when the conversation she'd complained about had taken place and she agreed she might have been 'a little tipsy'. She admitted at the time she'd described the proposal as a brilliant suggestion.
The chairman then conferred with her two associates and then declared there was no case to answer. That close shave taught Claudette to be less proactive about attempting to set up moneymaking liaisons and instead project her availability and let the proposals be made to her.
She even learned there could be an upside to close calls. Two days later the same professor called Claudette to his office. She went in with some trepidation but emerged from the office smiling because the professor had invited her away for the weekend and would pay for everything and give Claudette two hundred pounds to have sex with him.
During the remainder of her time at university she and the professor had many sinful nights together.
The professor was Claudette's first experience with an older man. His dick was huge and that taught her she could take them any size providing she was careful. Compared with younger guys he was in no hurry to get his nuts off and patiently taught his student, albeit for his benefit, how to increase the male's enjoyment of intercourse.
This financially rewarding association also provided confirmation just how two-faced women can be, even to other women. Three years later on Claudette's last weekend in Bristol the professor secured his wife's permission to invite Claudette to their weekend cottage near Littleton upon Severn.
"How lovely to see you again darling," Angela said, kissing the young girl and her warmth in that greeting seemed to confirm the professor's assurance that his wife had happily approved of Claudette joining them for a social weekend on the eve of graduation.
Angela proved to be a real surprise when they arrived at the pretty cottage late Saturday morning.
"You two go to the bedroom now and have it off. I'll join you in half an hour after preparing lunch."
Angela joined them thirty minutes later, nude and wearing a strap-on.
Claudette gulped.
But she had a great weekend, one she'd always remember. The thought of having Angela up her butt appeared imprinted on Claudette's brain.
After Claudette's graduation her mother was worried about her daughter's appetite for men and had her suspicious confirmed those fee-paying men existed. They kept popping up like tomcats and Claudette felt obliged to act.
"Darling your promiscuous behavior worries me now that your father is to become a court judge."
"I'll move out."
"What out of England?" Chantal said, looking delighted.
"I hadn't thought of that."
"Darling I know. Go and live with your grandparents in France and continue your studies to gain higher qualifications in French."
"And then what?"
