Chez Erotique

Chez Erotique

I wasn’t always a Mademoiselle at Chez Erotique. In fact, before I hit the tender age of 18 I was a normal girl. While I always knew about Chez Erotique, I never knew exactly what happened there. I knew that both men and women frequented the four story red building. I knew that it was well lit up at night and the neighboring buildings often complained about strange noises. I knew that men walked out of the building with both happiness and shame written on their faces. And sometimes, their wives would leave them for visiting the building. But what exactly happened there? I hadn’t the faintest.
After graduation, a friend had dared me to go in once. Lynn and I still had our robes on. I was a little tipsy myself from the after-party, so maybe that’s why I thought it would be okay to go in.

We stood outside in the rain, staring up at the building. It wasn’t the nicest place. It needed a paint job badly. One knew from splotches that it had been completely red at some point. Outside each window were iron rods holding golden globes of light, but all of the curtains were closed. Paper covered the windows on the wood-rot doors. If it weren’t for the classical music drifting out into the street, one would think the place was closed. I pushed open the door and precariously looked around. It seemed safe enough. To the left was what looked like a waiting area? There were four deep red couches around a mahogany wood table. On the table were a silver platter and a tea kettle. I didn’t see any teacups though. Beside the platter was a rather large white binder.
Lynn was giggling behind me; her delicate hands became quite forceful as she pushed me into the building.

“Lynn!”
We were both giggling and shushing each other in the foyer of Chez Erotique when I first saw Madame. To this day I don’t know what Madame’s real name is. She had long black nails that held teacups in each hand. Her jet black hair streamed down to her mid-back. She wore a purple corset with black velvet trim. This nearly six feet tall woman was wearing a petticoat of black silk. Around her neck was a gold lock, the key was on a separate necklace, it’s golden sheen glimmering between her breasts. I blushed deeply at seeing her and quickly turned around, pulling Lynn with me.

“I’m so sorry,” my words came out sheepishly, “I thought it was open!”

“We are open.” Her voice was deep, but at the same time sweet and gentle. I was afraid to turn around and set eyes on this woman who wasn’t fit to be seen at all.

“I’m sorry. My friend and I were just curious about this place; we’ve never been here before. I mean, it’s just that this place is…” My mouth continued to ramble without me, but then I felt the sharp prick of her nails around my shoulder. Her long fingers were soft in contrast to the point of her black nails in my pale skin. I turned my head slowly to meet her eyes, dark black pools in a bronzed face. Her deep red lips curled upwards as she took my hand and led me to the couches. Lynn stood at the door, fear in her eyes, her hands clutched to the door handle.

“Would you like to see what we do?”

She sat me down and kept her deep eyes on mine, her hand tickling my knee. I felt so out of place in my graduation robe beside this socially inappropriate woman. But there was something hypnotic about Madame’s gaze. I nodded, mouth open, and she grinned. Her dark hands slid the binder across the table to me. She opened up to the first page and turned my head for me, as I had lost all control at that point. The blood rushed to my face as I realized what exactly was on that first page. It was Madame, the same Madame that sat beside me now, but she wore nothing but gold chains in this picture. Her head was thrown back in pain? Ecstasy? Her bronzed skin had pinkened. Her supple breasts were decorated with glitter surrounding two erect dark nipples. Her left breast was cupped and overflowing in her left hand, the long black nails piercing into her soft skin. I followed her right hand down the inward curve of her stomach to her legs. She was on her knees, her legs spread out. Indeed, her other hand was on that most private spot of a woman. At first I was taken aback, it seemed that two of her fingers were missing. But no, they were inside her. There was a glistening around her fingers and lower lips. It didn’t take me long to realize that wasn’t glitter.

My hands were shaking. This woman sitting next to me had done such a thing? And taken a picture of it? What was this place!? I looked over to Lynn, but she had left. I quickly got up, my whole body weak,

“I’m sorry, I have to go. Lynn must have run off. I need to take care of her!”
Madame didn’t chase me, didn’t stop me, but merely nodded as I ran out into the street.

It was two weeks later that I returned to the building. I was sober this time and didn’t bring any friends. I knew that I shouldn’t be there, but my curiosity had peaked. I had to know what exactly was going on this place that disrupted marriages and made its visitors social outcasts. This time Madame had been sitting at the couches when I walked in. She sat in a ruby red robe, practically blending into the couches. But as soon as I sat down I saw that beneath that robe she wore black lingerie. It was then that I realized one doesn’t need proper clothes in this place. I wasn’t nearly as elegant as she was. My torn jeans and black halter top were completely out of place. Around my shoulders fell two brown braids, whereas around her own her jet black hair slicked around her curves – only adding to her beauty. I realized then that she knew I was admiring her. I could only stop doing so if we spoke,

“I was wondering if you could tell me exactly what goes on here…”

I couldn’t look her directly in the eyes. But she pulled up my chin and forced me to do just that.

“We help people.”

“Help people? Help people, how?”

“Sometimes,” she released me as she began and pulled the binder toward us, “Sometimes people have difficult times. Sometimes they need help to be happy again. We help those people.”

My eyes widened. What was so wrong about that? Surely there was something wrong going on here to make it so shunned.

“Could you make me happy then?”

Madame chuckled at that,
“You don’t need help being happy, you seem fine.”

I pouted a little. I guess Madame could see the curiosity in my face, because she took my hand then and led me to a desk to the right of the room. She picked up an old rotary phone, her fingers played with the dial before she spoke,
“Emily, we’re coming up. I have an interesting guest. Do you have an appointment today?”

I heard a muffled woman through the phone, but I wasn’t sure what she was saying.
“Thank you, Emily. We’ll be up promptly.”

I looked eagerly at Madame, wishing with my eyes that she would explain what was happening. She must have known, because she answered.
“Emily has a client right now, but she said she would be happy to let us watch.”

Watch? What did she mean watch? Watch what?!

We took a curving stairway up two flights and knocked gently at an old wooden door. A blonde woman opened the door in pink lingerie. Her blonde hair was pulled into two pony tails on either side of her head. She had glossy lips that sucked gently at a red lollipop. I assumed we had the wrong door, but Madame merely smiled at the scantily clad woman and pulled me inside. There was a large circular bed that took up most of the room. The bed had no covering though other than a white sheet and some twenty red and pink pillows.

We sat down at a lover’s couch shaped like a heart. Madame pulled me closer and whispered in my ear, “This is fairly stereotypical, but some men enjoy it.” I had no idea what she was talking about but I nodded as if I did.

Emily sat down on the bed, but she wasn’t facing us. It was then that I realized there was a man in the room. He was in a business suit, sweating, in a wooden chair. Emily was facing him and he was watching intently. I don’t even think he noticed us.

Emily crawled up to the man on her knees, the lollipop had disappeared. The man undid his tie and smiled almost evilly.

“Master,” Emily pleaded in a breathy sweet voice, “Oh, Master, please make me feel good!”

He smiled, “Are you sure you want to feel good?”

“Oh yes, please!” She shook her knees from side to side, her round butt circling in the air. I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks.

He leaned back in his chair, and so nonchalantly told her,
“Rub your breasts.”

Emily touched the outside of her breasts softly, running her fingers around them and tickling her nipple. She circled them softly, only stopping to squeeze and moan softly. The man looked pleased.

“Oh Master, make it better!”

He seemed to ponder for a moment before deciding,
“Take off your bra now.”

She kept her eyes on him, her hands pulling at the clasp in the back, holding the bra and her breasts for a moment before letting the supporting cups fall. Her beautiful soft breasts bounced against her skin. The man moved forward in his seat. He wanted to touch them, it was so apparent.

“Continue to play with them.”

“Oh, yes Master!” Her hands circled her breasts, cupping them, squeezing them. She rubbed her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, moaning in pleasure and sitting down on the floor before her client.

“Take your right hand now and circle your stomach.”

She did so. Her hand gently circling around her belly button. She let her hand slide down to her private spot for just a moment.

“No no no! You can’t touch that yet.”

“But Master!” She seemed to squeal as she pleaded. He was pleased.

Her legs squirmed as she continued to tug at her nipple with one hand and circle her stomach with the other. He waited at least twenty seconds before he spoke again.

“Now, lightly rub at your panties.”

She smiled at this and rubbed at the pink silk covering her. She moaned lightly and he unzipped his pants. He pulled them down just a little bit as I saw his hard member come out. I’m sure I was blushing beyond all belief at this point, but Madame didn’t notice. Her fingers were lightly rubbing at her own panties. I tried not to look at her.

“Are you wet?”

I was.

“Oh Master, I’m so wet. Let me take them off.”

“Oh baby,” his deep husky voice pleased me, “take them off.”

She slipped off her pink panties and they landed somewhere on the bed. Her fingers stroked gently at her lower lips, they made a sucking noise against her wetness. He had pulled his hard member into his hand now and was thrusting up and down.

“Oh baby, suck at your wet fingers.”

She did so, and he pulled her towards him. She settled her lower lips on his black polished shoes.

“Now take my cock in your hands.”

She held his hard member and pulled at it.

“Oh baby, ride me and pull at my cock.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Madame was thrusting her fingers into herself beside me, I was squirming, and Emily was now rubbing herself against this man’s shoe! She was moaning, rubbing against his shoe, and pulling at his cock.

Emily was moaning, her breasts bouncing as she rubbed back and forth against the slick surface. Her clit was growing hard against the surface; his shoe was covered in her wetness. He was moaning as well, his member growing red in her soft hands. My heart was beating so fast and my face was burning up. I didn’t know what to do.

She bounced on him now, both bodies moaning and screaming out.

“Oh Master! Master!” Her body shivered. He had taken her breasts into his own hands and squeezed at them. She was now rubbing herself up against his lower leg, her hands moving rhythmically with her hips.

“Master! Master! I’m… I’m… cumming!”

She let out a long loud moan; her wetness was dripping down his leg now. At the exact same time he let out a moan and exploded onto her face. It was then that I ran out. I ran out of that place and down the street. I couldn’t believe what I had just seen. And even worse, I couldn’t believe that I had enjoyed it.