put on no end of wry faces, you'd thought they want to be handled with gloves…
«If you've a tender conscience… Otherwise the only way is to give them a sound flogging which does a great deal towards the improvement and widening of their understandings. In my own time a young cunt was always soundly thrashed before she was sent to the stallion, to use her to pain and when you lugged in she thought it exquisitely sweet.
«That was the golden age of fucks… he sighed, where's your chicken?»
Marthe tittled:
«She's rather simple, but she's a good kid. She's just been elected Miss Dactylo. She wants to become a movie star. It won't be hard to tackle her. She'll think it's a test…
«Good, I'm fed up with shilly-shallying, and having my end out without getting it anywhere. Let her come here, and you'll stay till the occasion comes. We'll have some striptease.»
Martha agreed readily and went to fetch Lydia.
«As soon as she found herself in front of Kozincko Lydia lost what little wits she ever had… His severe looks, his surly countenance, the way he surveyed her from head to foot, as if he was already undressing her…
Nicolas didn't mince the matter:
«Madame Martha tells me you're Miss Something..?
«Miss Dactylo sir.
«And you'd like to act?
«I… I don't know sir… Yes.
«You know I control some theatrical agencies. If you prove gifted…»
Martha broke in, in a bland voice.
«She's got a lovely figure… Show your legs my dear.»
Lydia with restored self-confidence pulled up her skirt a little above the knee.
«No! No!.. You were asked to show your legs and not merely what everybody can see of them.»
Martha took the skirt and pulled it up very high indeed, above the rounded thighs, above a plump rump under cheap little blue pants.
Lydia blushed under her make up, and pushed down her skirt with a quick shaky hand.
«Not bad, owned Nicolas composedly, your breasts now.»
Lydia hesitated, Martha unfastened her blouse, plucked off the brassiere.
She had smallish breasts yet nicely tip tilted, with wide purple nipples. Nicolas eyed them, feeling his blood stir, his sex already quivering with delight at the sight.
«That might do, reflected Kozincko…»
He got up, came towards the girl, cupped his hands under breasts weighed them long, absent mindedly, it seemed. As a matter of fact he was already stiff…»
Lydia had started back but Martha was somehow blocking the way.
«I see your plastics are alright, Kozincko added, what's your age?
«Twenty two.
«You're a virgin?»
She was flabbergasted. She turned to Martha who explained.
«Monsieur asks you if you're a virgin. Did a boy ever screw you?»
The girl shook her head indignantly.
«Never!»
Nicolas raised his arms to the merciful heavens and looked at Martha quizzically.
«Good God! twenty two and still a maidenhead on! and she wants to be a movie star! But that's sheer nonsense my dear! You'll never get anywhere with such a handicap. You must be less ignorant. You've absolutely no chance to succeed whatever.
«I didn't… know… I… I'll…»
Lydia was almost crying. She never thought they laughing at her and having a good laugh too…
«Do you mean you're going to see about it..?»
Lydia blushed and grew pale again. She recovered her voice and stated:
«I don't think it will be too difficult.
«No certainly not, said Kozincko, it's a pity though I had a contract there, ready for you.
«A contract… Fame…»
Lydia winced at the word…
«Is it absolutely necessary… not… not to be… a virgin..?
«Quite. It's a pity, but there's nothing I can do for you.»
Martha broke in officiously.
«May be there would be a way?
«Yes? What do you suggest? asked Kozincko gravely.»
Martha turned to Lydia:
«You want that contract to be signed now, don't you?
«Oh Yes!
«Well, may be Monsieur Nicolas would be kind enough to… help you…»
Lydia glanced at Kozincko, and wondered how he, the great boss, could ever assist her…
She felt ready to do anything.
«Well said Nicolas drawing close, we might try…
«But… not now..? stammered Lydia.
«Now or never… grunted Nicolas, you'll leave the room with your contract… if…»
He had waited long enough, he had a tremendous hard on, and his cock felt like ferroconcrete. Without waiting for an answer he grabbed at her breasts and kneaded them in a frenzy. Lydia turned round again for advice but Martha had vanished. Nicolas was pushing her backwards to a narrow couch in the room.
He wedged his hand tight between her legs, pushing a finger inside her. Lydia was panic stricken. She was willing to let him fuck her if needs be, but not that way, not so suddenly, so brutally; she had read novels too and imagined love required a solemn setting, a large room, white fragrant embroidered sheets, white flowers in a vase…
She feebly protested, Nicolas stopped that by thrusting his tongue down her throat. He was in a hurry, that girl bored him, the game no longer amused him. Another virgin at that! But this time he wouldn't be so patient.
He had tumbled her back on the bed, crushing her under his weight, he threw her legs open. While she kicked distractedly right and left, he slid his hands under her buttocks, with the tips of his fingers almost inside her cunt; having thus fixed the target, he prepared to nose in. Every virgin is afraid of the wound, Lydia too recoiled. But he had gripped her fast. He was sweating, his pecker twitched and jumped with excitement at the door, he arched his loins, came smack against her and rammed it up her twat with all his might, feeling almost lost up in her womb. Lydia had wriggled with burning agony, but she suddenly remembered her contract and let him slip it in and out frantically as long as he pleased.
— Her eye riveted to the key hole, Martha was enjoying the show. She laughed under her breath:
«Gosh, what a fine pen to sign a contract…»
CHAPTER VIII
Lying all dressed up on her bed, in the next room to Ghislaine's, Myriam was remembering the events of the day. How she had met Jerome, how she had been… used by Nicolas, and the evening she had just spent with Ghislaine.
Kozincko had been a perfect lamb all along the evening. It seemed he wanted Myriam to forget what had happened. He had given her a costly bracelet and Ghislaine had received a dazzling diamond brooch. Yet, in spite of it all, Myriam was from being fearless. She was quite sure he would try again to force her, and she would have to let him possess her. Now she had seen his face distorted with desire and anger, now she had seen what seemed to
