~Club Le Baron~

[podgie_bear]

Meanwhile, back in a certain lounge, Bernard is begining to wonder if his face is actually redder than the leather armchair he is no longer sitting comfortably in. He has certainly never considered himself to be a prude, nor has he ever thought that he has lived a particularly sheltered life, but he finds that the skills and services that the hostess are offering to be literally mind-blowing. He feels almost like an embarassed child, about to lose his virginity to a highly skilled and very experienced older woman. He is no longer sure he wants to find out just how skilled and experienced she is, in fact he is currently wondering how he can retreat to the safety of the main bar with what is left of his dignity and reputation intact.

"Merde", he thinks, "Mon Dieu, why did I let myself get into this position?", as he realises that the previously beautiful and very sexy woman now appears rather like a predatory cat, while he feels uncomfortably like a trapped mouse. "Ahem, I think I will just get another cognac" he says, but with an off-hand gesture, she waves towards a full bottle of the best quality cognac, "There is no need Monsieur, I have planned for every possible eventuality", she said in her husky, almost breathless way. Then with an almost feral smile, she 'flowed' into his lap.

Bernard said the only thing that his brain seemed capable of saying at that moment, "Squeak?"

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