Chapter II
Six weeks of enforced continence, unbroken except for the orgy of masturbation inspired by Gautier's erotic story, had added fuel to the fires of concupiescence which burned within me. My relations with Josephine had been of nearly a year's duration and throughout their course I had enjoyed sexual gratification on an average of once a week. It was in effect, almost a,s though I had been married for this length of time and I felt keenly the want of something she was in the kindly habit of providing me. So, as I enjoyed an imagination the love feast, which I knew would be accorded me on my return, my cock stiffened out in anticipation of the delights in store for it. I adjusted my clothing, permitting it a more comfortable position in its expansion and as I did so an inspiration came over me which caused my heart to beat faster, and my cock to get still harder. Why not celebrate my return to the city by carrying out that long deferred, but cherished project of paying a visit to one of those mysterious "french" establishments? What more fitting occasion to appease my curiosity along this line for once and all and at the same time execute a species of revenge on Fate, for the mortifying events recently transpired?
I would do it! We reached home at noon, and I spent the rest of the day in preparation for the adventure, scarcely able to restrain my impatience for night to come.
Around nine o'clock that evening I slipped out of the house unobserved and set out on foot for the sporting district, and towards one of these houses I directed my steps. Exteriorly, it was no different in appearance from the many other houses of protitution which lined the street but I had been definitely informed that it was a "french" house. Without permitting myself to hesitate I opened the door and ascended a long flight of steps which led to the upper floor. Here I found further progress barred by a locked door, but an electric button, conspicuously located, suggested the correct procedure, and I pressed it tentatively. A few moments later a small panel in the door slid back. A short interval elapsed during which I was evidently under the scrutiny of some person behind the door, then it swung open and I found myself confronted by a buxom female who smiled expansively at me and invited me to enter.
She led the way to a reception room and, as on the occasion of my initial visit to the place where Josephine was located, I found myself in the presence of a number of females in varying stages of nudity. For some reason, probably the fact that it was a Monday night, there were few men present. My gaze swept over the assembly, and was returned expectantly by the females upon which it momentarily rested. Seemingly, several different nationalities were represented by the women present.
I edged into the room and seated myself in a chair near the door, glancing uncertainly from face to face in search of one which appealed to me. I was not overly sure of my ground. These girls did not appear greatly different from those where Josephine was, except that some of them were patently of foreign nationalities. In some vague, indefinite way I had expected women who did what these were reputed to do, to look different from others. I wondered uneasily whether maybe after all, I had been misinformed or had mistaken the address. As I glanced doubtfully from one to another of them, my eyes came to rest on a well proportioned dark complexioned damsel whose appearance was in some way suggestive of French nationality. Her plump thighs and legs stood out in seductive relief under the edge of a short pink camisole, so transparent that the profusion of jet black curls on her mons veneris was plainly visible. When she perceived that my attention was fixed on her, she came over, seated herself confidently on my knee and with her arm around my neck, murmured the customary formula:
"Let's you and I go to a room, dearie!"
Time was precious, there was no reason for delaying things and as I had already decided on her in my mind, I accepted the invitation, and she led me to her room. The dramatic moment had arrived. Thrusting my hand in my pocket I extracted all the money I had in my possession, two pounds and a few shillings in excess. Surrendering the entire sum, I screwed up my courage and said in a low voice:
"Will you do it to me the "french" way? "Sure, HI 'french' you, dearie!"
The suspense was over. But while it lasted a misfortune had overtaken me. Exactly as years previously on the threshold of being initiated by the golden haired Httle Flora, embarrassment and nervousness vanquished virility at a critical moment, and I now sensed the calamitous fact that my cock was hanging down in inert and lifeless dejection. The perception of this disaster brought a flush to my cheeks, and I would gladly have retired had I been able to think of some pretext ^to excuse my flight.
The girl, unconscious of my embarrassment, was already engaged in preliminary preparations, and was chatting away in an amible fash-
ion f but I was too engrossed with my own preoccupations to hardly know what she was saying. Soon she was standing before me with a bowl of water in her hands and a towel over her arm, waiting for me to disrobe. There was no help for it and reluctantly I commenced to undress. She had removed her chemise, and was completely naked except for her little high heeled slippers and hose, but even the sight of her exquisitely rounded hips and legs, her protruding breasts, the rich profusion of hair that stood out so prominently at the union of her plump thighs were insufficient to revive the miserable appendage which hung its head so lifelessly between my own legs. And now, the last garment was off and its condition was revealed. Without evidencing any surprise, she took it between the fingers, and immersed it in the warm water, saying:
"You've never had it "french" before, have you, dearie?" I made no reply, and she continued :
"You're just nervous that's all. Lots of men are that way the first time. I'll make it stand up all right."
Meanwhile the girl kept up her amiable chatter to which I was now able to listen with more attention, and as my tranquiliy returned, I ventured to ask her a few questions. Her name was , Rose. She was not as I had supposed, French, but Belgian. No; she didn't like this kind of life. She was saving up her money to leave it and return to her native land. Some of the men who came were not nice. They were never satisfied, and expected a girl to do all Jrinds of things. Only last night, she confided, a man had wanted to do it to her in the bottom, and had gotten angry when she refused. Inwardly I marveled at the incongruous lifte of reasoning she must have employed to justify herself in taking a man's cock in her mouth, and at the same time maintain scruples against it in her bottom but I kept my thoughs on the subject to myself.
The abulutions now concluded to her satisfaction, she removed the basin, and inquired: "How do you want it, dearie, single or double?"
Obvious as was the question I failed to comprehend it at the moment. Not wishing to display further signs of ignorance and as the world "single" sounded somewhat less formidable than "double" I replied with but a momentary resi-tation: "Single."