“Obviously I am not talking about the child, but about his father… the probable one!”
“About his father! Poor old George… you call him Cherub?” Julia burst out in uncontrollable laughter. Dorothy spoke up.
“Believe me, ladies, take my word for it. A lover is much better than repeating what we have done this afternoon. I know that it destroys your health when you do it often enough.”
“Nonsense! What on earth could be the difference?”
“It has a tremendous effect upon the nervous system. And I know what I am talking about, because I have successfully completed my training as midwife and nurse. As a matter of fact, I was one of the best students in the school.”
“I don't want to pry into your private affairs, Dorothy, but I happen to know that my former lover, the Count Saski, considered you one of the best and most accomplished inmates of the house of Madam Lucy. And we both know that if it weren't for the affection I feel for you, you wouldn't even be a chambermaid. Then, tell me-how come you are a chambermaid today?”
“Because I was stupid and young, and through a scandal in which I unwittingly played the main role, I was expelled from school.”
“Please, tell us about it, Dorothy.”
“It's a pleasure, if the ladies are interested. It is now so long ago that it does not any longer hurt me, and the story really is not long.
“I had a lover to whom I was very much devoted. He, too, was a student at the school. I also had another one. I was not in love with him, though I liked him very much. And, he could do me a lot of good, because he was one of the teachers at the institution.
“One night I went with Marcel, my lover- the student-to Bullier, who had one of the most famous dance halls in Paris. 'The Hall of Lilacs.' I danced with various people and had a marvelous time. Marcel, however, did not do anything but drink, and he became very obnoxious. I wanted to go home to avoid a scandal, but he refused to accompany me. Frankly, he was barely able to stand up straight. So I decided to leave him alone with his bottle, and go home alone. Unfortunately, I completely forgot that he had a second key to my apartment.
“I had barely walked fifty feet on the boulevard when I met Paul, my teacher.”
“'Where are you going?'
“'Home.'
“That's very stupid of a young girl to go dancing alone,' he scolded, 'I'll walk you to your apartment.' Obviously, he wanted to come in, and we began to kiss and neck. He put me on the bed, undressed me, spread my thighs and tried to enter me.
“The dancing had excited me, and I allowed him to push his wonderful penis into my cunt. The joy was ecstatic and the release of my pent up emotions was so great that I grasped his huge prick and helped him plunge it into my cunt.
“'Darling, darling,' I panted. 'Fuck me, fuck me until I bust. I am dying to have a terrible big fuck. I must feel your whole big thing in me. See if you can get your balls in, too.'
“He fucked me till my head whirled, till I almost swooned, and when I finally came, it was as if the whole universe had fallen upon me. He, too, came with a series of tremendous spurts, and finally we fell asleep.
“Early in the morning I heard a light noise. Someone was trying to open the front door. Then I heard footsteps in the living room. It was Marcel, who had come over to apologize.
“I did not dare to move, and since he could not wake me out of my pretended slumber, he undressed, slipped into the bed and fell soundly asleep. After all, he had enough wine in him to guarantee that he would not wake up soon. Paul, who was exhausted by our love bout, also slept very soundly.
“The only one who could not sleep was I. To sleep between these two men was anything but pleasant. I did not know what to do. Both would be furious upon awakening. I was sure to lose Marcel's love, and I was equally as sure that my grades for the upcoming examinations would suffer, because Paul would not be too pleased, either. In short, I panicked. I got up out of the bed quietly, packed my belongings in two suitcases, dressed quickly, and left the apartment.
“Early that morning, Marcel, who thought that I was sleeping next to him, wanted to make up and grabbed for my hidden charms. Paul, who at first thought that I wanted to be nice to him again, allowed the intimacy and reciprocated. You can imagine that he swore up a storm when he discovered a huge penis instead of my sweet little cunny. Both men got into a fight and — I heard this later from one of the my neighbors-accused one another of being fairies, sodomites and queers.
“It did not become a matter for the police, however, because when the men cooled down a little, they could surmise what had happened. The whole affair became known throughout the Latin Quarter, professor and student became the laughingstock at school, and the end result was that I was expelled from school.
“Madam Lucy, who ran a house of prostitution, offered me a job. The girls in her establishment were not the run-of-the-mill whores, and she thought that I would make a valuable contribution to her house. That is how I came to know Count Saski. I still see Madam Lucy from time to time; she runs a very exclusive salon, and it is only upon recommendation that she allows her guests to enter.
“And that, my dear ladies, is the reason why I am now in your service instead of having my own consultation room, horses and carriages, my own home and a considerable income like so many of my former schoolmates.”
“Well, Dorothy, if I were you I would not lose courage. After all, there is still a possibility for you to make a lot of money, because I can promise you that Florentine and I will show our gratitude if you succeed in arranging our plans for the Rue Charles V. Am I right Florentine?”
“Absolutely! I would love to try this experiment together with you. But, dear little sister, under one condition only. That both of us from time to time… like today, I mean… is that all right with you?”
Julia kissed her sister tenderly.
Dorothy helped her mistress and Madame Vaudrez with their toilet and nobody would have guessed an hour later, when the two ladies received guests in their salon, that they had so completely given themselves to voluptuous pleasures.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
A few months later, a small group of gentlemen were sitting in the small salon of one of those exclusive Parisian clubs. They were some famous gentlemen of Paris society, namely de Lyncent de Melreuse, de Laigle, de Resdorff and the Officer of the General Staff, Maxim de Berny.
All these men of the world were sitting, or standing, around the Count de Paliseul, who sat in a leather easy chair telling one of his famous tales. Most men listened to him, smiling, because they knew his habit of exaggeration.
“Oh, this Raoul,” murmured Melreuse, “the most fantastic adventures always seem to happen to him! I envy his powerful imagination.”
“Oh, you don't believe me, gentlemen? Well, I swear upon my word of honor that everything happened exactly the way I am telling it to you,” answered the young man.
“Come on, Raoul, things like that happened in the time of mail coaches and highway robberies, exciting abductions of young ladies, and all that sort of rot. But nowadays! Please, don't make us laugh. Why are you trying to pull the wool over our eyes? But, since you know how to tell a story with such brilliance and passion, we will allow you to go on with your report,” laughed de Lyncent.
“Oh, no, gentlemen! If this is your attitude toward my story, and I swear it is a true story, I prefer to remain silent.”
“Now, now, you don't have to get mad at us!”
“All right, gentlemen,” a few voices spoke up, “since it concerns a true, true story, the first one who interrupts again must pay a fine!”
“We are all ears, friend Paliseul. Continue your story. So far, all we know is that for the past three days you have found among your mail a letter on English paper, written in a very correct style and instead of a seal or initials
