Fleur was scared and confused. A moment ago she had heard her friend scream. But it was not a scream of pain and the smile on Olympe's face told her that she had just witnessed some of the mysteries they had been giggling about just that morning. Jean-Claude no longer looked stern and angry. He smiled as she stepped forward and took his hand.
"Who is this young confection, Olympe?" he said.
"Her name is Fleur, Michie Claude." The sudden use of the familiar shocked the younger woman.
"Quite delectable. How old is she?"
"Can't be sure, Michie, Seventeen maybe? Maybe eighteen. Madame bought her three years ago to work with the laundry and in the kitchen."
Jean-Claude was not surprised. Lucille was more than capable of dealing with the business of running the townhouse. He knew his field hands and the house servants upriver at BonTerre, his plantation. He was generally not aware of the menial help when he was in town.
Meanwhile though Fleur was beginning to resent the two of them speaking of her and not to her, she remained silent and very still. Jean-Claude circled around her and was now stroking her shoulders. Fleur felt his breath on the back of her neck. He pulled her closer and she felt something else seemingly spring to life against her buttocks. This frightened her and she moved toward her friend only to be held firmly by M'sieu. Olympe stood up and moved toward her.
"It's alright Chere. What you saw was alright. Remember what I told you? M'sieu was just enjoying himself. He has done it before with me and he will do it again. I don't complain. It's quite fun."
Olympe was now standing close to her. Fleur marveled at the large brown breasts that swayed under the torn shift. She could smell the musk of the older woman's sex and see that the curly hair around her sex was glistening with what must have been remnants of M'sieu's ministrations. The hardness pressing against her ass seemed to grow larger and began to push the material of her skirt into the cleft of her buttocks. Suddenly, she felt a new sensation. She felt drops of liquid rolling down her thighs like the sweat from the laundry room. But this was different. This was centered between her legs and seemed to result from a heat deep inside her belly.
M'sieu caressed her arms and moved his hands down her sides and then up to the bottom of her young breasts. Olympe stepped closer still. The older woman smiled wide enough to show off the one gold tooth that she was so proud of.
"Chere, I think the time we spoke of earlier has come." Olympe reached for the tie at the throat of her shift. As her fingers grazed across Fleur's throat, the young girl, inhaled sharply. Olympe's fingers seemed to sear her skin.
"It's okay Chere. I will be here the whole time. You will like how M'sieu makes you feel." With the tie undone the shift slipped down her shoulders. Jean-Claude let go of her breasts and the loose garment fell down her arms and left her uncovered to her waist. He stepped back and sat in a chair near the window while Olympe continued the seduction for him.
"She has such small breasts, does she not Michie? Surely, you prefer my melons to her quaint pears." With this Olympe cupped her breasts and presented them to her master and then daintily tweaked Fleur's left nipple.
