Natalie opened her eyes. Pink evening sunlight was filling her bedroom with a warm glow. She stretched, shaking the last vestiges of sleep from her head. She heard the steady rhythm of Yvette’s breathing. Her friend was still asleep beside her and as she looked at her, suddenly the memories of their ordeal the previous night came flooding back.
She remembered how the man who had orchestrated their humiliation and abuse had dumped them naked on the pavement outside the apartment. Without a word they had hurried through the mercifully empty building to Natalie’s apartment. Wrapping herself in a thick towelling robe Natalie had run a bath with plenty of oil and foaming bubble bath. Meanwhile, Yvette showered scrubbing herself under scalding water. Yvette slipped into the bath while Natalie took her turn in the shower, before she joined her friend in the tub. They said nothing to each other. Occasionally their eyes met and one or other was on the verge of trying to put into words the confusion and shame and disgust they both felt about what had happened.
Natalie pulled on an old t-shirt and then dug out another for Yvette. They drank hot chocolate curled up next to each other on the sofa. It seemed like the most natural thing in the world for them to go to Natalie’s big bed together. Yvette began to sob softly when they were both under the duvet, and Natalie took her in her arms, kissing the tears away and hugging her fiercely, even though she felt like breaking down herself. Eventually sleep overtook them both.
Natalie showered again, and dressed in an old pair of jeans and a shirt. She went to the kitchen and was making supper when Yvette padded softly into the room.
“Hi, baby. How are you feeling?” Natalie asked.
“Um, well, OK. Good I suppose all things considered,” Yvette replied with a brave smile. “What about you? Are you OK?”
“Yes, I’m fine,” Natalie said, looking into her friend’s eyes.
They hugged again, long and hard.
“Can I stay for a few days?” Yvette said eventually.
“I was hoping you would…I don’t think I want to be alone this week.”
“What are we going to do…you know…about next time?” Yvette said, her arms still wrapped around Natalie’s neck.
“What can we do? I can’t go to the police can I?”
“We could go away- get on a plane. Maybe in a few weeks they’ll have forgotten about us. Maybe they were just trying to scare us when they said they would come here.”
“Well, it worked. I am scared. And I can’t run away- he knows who my parents are…he has those photos.”
“There must be someone we can go to. Its blackmail.”
“Listen, Yvette, I got us into that mess last night. Its all my fault. You can run away- and I think you should. Go to the Cap, or anywhere for that matter. Just stay with me a few days, first.”
“I can’t leave you to face this alone Nat. But I don’t think we should just let them…well…let them do those things again.”
Natalie turned away from her friend, tears running down her cheeks.
“I don’t have a choice.”
They ate supper in front of the television and then returned to the big bed. It was Yvette’s turn to comfort Natalie now. She pulled her close, aware of the firm swell of her friend’s breasts against her own, the smooth skin of her thighs as their legs entwined. She lifted Natalie’s tear stained face and kissed her gently on the mouth.
“Yvette…” Natalie murmured.
“Shhh, just relax. I am going to think of something. In the meantime we must rest.”
Natalie felt Yvette’s hands rubbing her shoulders and was aware of how tense she was.
“Would you give me a back rub?” she asked shyly.
She pulled off her short and rolled over to lie face down on the bed. Yvette straddled her naked friend, and began to work on her shoulders and back.
“Oh, god, thank you baby. I need that so badly. I promise I’ll do the same for you.”
Yvette took her time and worked steadily down Natalie’s back. She was a skilful masseuse having once done a course covering a variety of techniques. Natalie was in heaven, while Yvette herself was finding herself increasingly aroused by the sensation of Natalie’s skin against her bare thighs. She leant forward and very gently kissed the nape of Natalie’s neck. They had shared so much humiliation and pain and indignity in the last twenty -four hours, but Yvette had also discovered, incredibly, through that nightmare experience, that she desired her best friend very strongly indeed. She had had other experiences with women, and had been regularly seeing a well-heeled middle-aged couple, enjoying submitting to the attentions of an older woman. But she had never thought she could find her contemporaries physically attractive. Their ordeal the previous night had changed that.
She slid down Natalie’s body, placing soft kisses along her back until she was nuzzling at the base of her spine. She thought at any moment Natalie would freak out.
“Yvette…I’m…um…”
“Relax,” she answered, and seizing the moment, continued her progress, running her lips over the perfectly smooth skin of Natalie’s buttocks, while she ran the tips of her fingers up the insides of her thighs.
Natalie moaned softly.
With gentle pressure Yvette parted Natalie’s legs. She was afforded a view of Natalie’s delicate labia, and the tight puckered crease of her anus. She reached out with the tip of her tongue and caressed her friend’s perineum, then licked her pussy lips. She moved her hands to Natalie’s hips and raised her pelvis to allow her better access to her pussy.
“Yvette, I’m not sure…I…oh, god…baby…um…”
Yvette ignored her and noted that her shy friend did not pull away as she began to devote attention to her clitoris. In fact her pussy became wetter, the labia slightly swollen and darker. She lapped a little more purposefully at her friend’s pussy and was caught by surprise when almost immediately Natalie came with a sudden cry. Yvette rode it, keeping a grip of her hips and maintaining the oral attention to her clit. Natalie spread her legs wider and let out a long low moan of unadulterated pleasure.
“Don’t…no…god, I’m not a lesbian, Yvette,” she managed to whisper before another orgasm racked her body.
“I never said you were,” Yvette said giggling when Natalie had subsided to lie flat on the bed.
Yvette parted her buttocks and once again viewed her friend’s anus. She gently licked it, swirling her tongue around and across the creased skin.
She lifted her head.
“For someone who got fucked in the ass last night you’ve got an amazing asshole,” she said.
“Yvette!” Natalie wriggled and blushed furiously. Yvette let her go.
“I can’t believe you said- or did that…I mean…” Natalie said with a nervous smile.
They lay side by side in bed chatting for a while. Yvette confessed the change in her feelings and told Natalie about her experiences with the married couple. Natalie was fascinated and aroused by the stories.
“ I know…I never thought I could allow such things. The thing is Nat, some of what happened last night…well, some of it was amazing. It was horrible, and degrading but that was part of what made some of it incredibly…um…exciting.”
Natalie was silent. Yvette wondered if she had gone too far.
“Me too.,” Natalie finally said in a tiny voice. “I enjoyed some of it too. And I hate myself for it but part of me gets aroused when I think of it.”
They hugged with mutual relief.
“That doesn’t mean I want it to happen again,” Natalie said her face pressed against Yvette’s breasts.
“I know, me neither. And I am going to come up with a way to get out of this.”
The week passed all too quickly. Natalie and Yvette explored each other’s fantasies, and with each day Natalie surprised herself with what she enjoyed and what she allowed Yvette to do. They went shopping together, buying lingerie on Natalie’s credit card before ending up in a sex shop. Yvette bought some DVD’s- lesbian porno films. She asked the assistant, a dykey shaven headed woman for advice on good ones.
“How could you? I nearly died of embarrassment,” Natalie said crossly.
“Listen you’ll be grateful tonight when we watch these,” Yvette answered with a smile.
They also bought a digital video camera, which seemed to give Yvette an idea. She sent Natalie back to the apartment while she continued shopping.
“I think I’ve got a way out of this fix, but I’m going to need some more things.”
Later that afternoon Yvette returned to the apartment with a plump, balding man in tow. Both he and Yvette were laden with boxes and bags. Natalie, who had just got out of the shower, shot her friend a quizzical look when they came through the front door.
“This is Monsieur Lagisquet; he is going to install our camera system,” Yvette said.
“I see. Thanks for telling me that. By the way: what exactly are you talking about?”
“Don’t panic sweetheart,” Yvette said and gave her a kiss on the lips. Lagisquet’s eyes nearly popped out of his head at this.
Under Yvette’s instruction he went to work. The new video camera was set up in the bookshelves in Natalie’s bedroom. The electrician drilled holes and ran wires to a recorder placed in the back of the walk-in wardrobe. Yvette took the paper fly cover to a hard-back book and made a small hole in the spine of it, then positioned it to conceal the camera. She had Lagisquet make sure that the camera covered the whole bed. A second concealed camera was set up in the sitting room. Wireless microphones were fitted in every room all transmitting to a receiver again hidden in the walk in wardrobe. Lagisquet was sweating by this time and Natalie thought he was going to keel over when Yvette sweetly told him she wanted the third and final camera installed in the bathroom.
“Make sure it covers the toilet, bidet and bath tub,” she said brightly.
“Yes, madamemoiselle,” he said with an embarrassed glance in the direction of Natalie.
Yvette teased him gently as he explained how to operate all the equipment, making suggestive comments about wanting to capture everything she and her girlfriend did.
“I don’t think it will work,” Natalie said.
“Listen, they’re policemen- they can hardly afford to have videos of the sort of filth they’re into circulating Paris, can they?”
“Yes, but that doesn’t mean they don’t have the drugs thing on me, and the photos.”
