Date: Sun, 15 Oct 2017 18:20:58 +0000 (UTC) From: Amanda Subject: Revolutionettes Chapter 10 Period piece. Ff/FFF/ff/BDSM/Rom/Interracial/Toys/Spanking This story includes graphic depictions of sexual activity between women and teenaged girls. If it is not legal to view this material where you are, or due to your age, please stop now... I hate adding that disclaimer because I believe the written word to be sacred even when it's smut. This story remains sole property of the author. Please contact mandagl@yahoo.com if you would like to reprint or repost this story. 1798 Paris. A month and a half seemed to pass by as if it were but a day. In that time Monique had introduced me to three women that she knew. That was all I had, five between Monique and the Madame. It was by no means enough to support a tavern. I decided that my tavern would forever be a liability and that I must have a steady income to support it. That was when I contacted Catherine again. Catherine owned a number of plantations, they were where the bulk of her fortune came from. She needed ships to move her goods around the world and I knew that she contracted a number of boats every year, as she had a fleet of six. I had three hundred gold coins. It was not much but I thought it might be enough if she would grant me a loan. I wrote her and asked her to loan me the money to buy a small ship. It seemed to me that although what I felt I could afford was smaller than the larger three masted vessels it might still be able to make a profit. I knew that the soonest I would be able to get the ship and put it to work for Catherine would be summer to make the purchase and the end of the growing season to begin hauling cargo. But if she lent me the money, then surely she would contract me to her fleet. While I awaited Catherine's reply I had decided that I would go before the good Madame again and demand that she help me. Five and the two I had already met was wonderful if all I wanted were friends, but so far from what I would need to build a proper sorority. So the day came that I would visit her again. Madame La Granade. On this day Monique would accompany me and that was why I'd chosen that time. It was the day that she did not work and she had spent the night with me again. We ate our breakfast at a cafe and boarded a coach. We rode quietly, both a bit nervous, all the way to the Madame's home. When we arrived, uninvited, the maid looked displeased, but she went to her mistress all the same and we were allowed to meet with her. The Madame looked Monique over, then her attention turned to me. I had purchased a new dress for this meeting, but Monique was not dressed nearly as fine as I. She was by no means wealthy. As I stood there watching the Madame I realized that for the future I would have to buy dresses for my companion were we to continue meeting people of such station. At long last our hostess spoke to Monique in French. I had begun to remember much of what I once knew and I understood that she was telling my friend that she always liked her name. She would not speak English that day. She had no reason to. Monique understood French, as I was beginning to. I stood my ground that day and told her I had found but five such women counting those she had sent me too. I told her. Really as I look back on it I realize what an impudent little child I was. However the Madame forgave me that. She offered to hold a party in my tavern. A party to which she would invite the five women I knew and five more. I had hoped for more than ten, but I was grateful all the same. I wondered if it had been so difficult for Catherine to build her list of women. Of course it did not occur to me that she had started with nothing, and I had the benefit of her years of work. I was far luckier than I realized at the time. She asked me what I intended to name my tavern. I smiled and told her `The Velvet Pony.' She seemed amuse saying it sounded positively obscene. She also reminded me that I had been among like minded women for so long that I might have forgotten the level of secrecy we must live in. She advised me to keep my tavern private, and hang no sign above it's door. She would provide me a doorman for her party. "How can you be sure everyone will come?" I asked her in French. "Child, I am Annabelle La Granade, if I send the invitations, you can rest assured that they shall come." Monique laughed quietly to herself when the Madame said it, and I felt a bit foolish for the question. Of course Catherine would have provided me with her best contacts in Paris. I left Annabelle La Granade's home feeling a bit better than I had in some time. Ten was not what I hoped but it was a start, and she would be providing me drink, and patrons for my first night of business. Perhaps in time those ten would make twenty and my tavern would come to support itself. So I set about getting everything ready for the party. A week before I was to host it a delivery man came to my door with a cart filled with drink. The Madame's primary means of income was a vineyard in the Champagne region. But she also brewed ale. For that night she provided ale, rum, wine and champagne. It seemed she expected much drinking as I was provided enough for what seemed a weeks business. The last thing delivered by the men was a high backed chair which they situated near the fire place. It was a fine chair indeed and I did not need to be told that it was for the Madame. I had to find a barkeep for the party. I wished to mingle among the women and it would not do for me to be trapped behind the bar. It was Monique that saved me having to look outside the small group I knew. She agreed to serve drinks, allowing me to meet the new women that would be coming. Indeed she was a dear girl and in the time we had spent together I had become quite fond of her. I had thought that everything needed for the party was done but men arrived two days later and began removing my windows, replacing them with frosted glass. The good Madame seemed to be a sort of benefactor to me. She was spending a small fortune for a single night's entertainment. As I watched the men work, I understood that she, the Madame, would want some form of payment for her generosity. I wondered how long I might have to work to afford the changes she was making to my tavern. When the work was finished I sat in my tavern, the afternoon sun casting light through the new windows, while obscuring the outside world, and me from it. Monique came down the back stair and walked up behind me, wrapping her arms about my waist. I closed my eyes and felt a chill as she held me. It felt so wonderful to be held by her thin arms, to smell her perfumes, and feel her soft cheek pressed against my own. I could scarce bear the excitement, waiting for the party. I did so hope that I would be welcomed among those invited by the Madame. I feared they would be wealthy and not unlike the women from the tea party. However she had told me that Josephine was known among such women and my time with my mistress seemed to have in some way opened a door with her, perhaps it would do the same for others. The final days before the party were maddeningly slow and it did not help that I could live in such leisure. By the night of the party I had cleaned my house completely three times. The party was scheduled for seven in the evening. The first guests arrived only moments after Monique had taken her place behind the bar. I had five women in my tavern by only twenty minutes after seven. The others, those enjoying greater wealth, as should be expected, arrived late. Each was announced by the good Madame's door man. So when at last she arrived, at a quarter past eight, the attention of fourteen women turned to her. When she said she would invite five others it had not occurred to me that those five might bring another and several did. I was wandering about my tavern, meeting each woman and trying to place my name upon their lips. There were three boys that night, the rest were ladies and then the Madame. Every one of the women seemed keen to meet her, to come to her awareness. It was later in the evening when I sat at the bar and Monique handed me a tankard of ale. I would have preferred wine but this would do. "Is it all you had hoped?" She asked me. I smiled up at her and nodded my head. "Yes." She playfully pushed the tip of my nose with her forefinger and I took my ale to go back and mingle. I was sitting and speaking with one of the women Monique had introduced me to, Joan, when I felt a hand on my shoulder. With a smile I turned to see a woman whom I had spoken too but who's name escaped me. "Grace, dear." She said offering her hand. I took it and kissed her fingers. "You are the one that Annabelle said completed Josephine's training." "I am." "Awful sort that Josephine but those whom fall beneath her wings, their charms cannot be ignored." She smiled and winked. I returned the smile. She was a woman of breeding. Her wealth was evident in her dress and jewels. She had heard enough about me to know about my mistress and it impressed her. Some time later I stood before the good Madame and we spoke in French. I was thanking her as deeply as I could for her generosity. The party was going well. As could be expected the wealthy women behaved as such, but had managed to find it within themselves to mingle as the night drew on. This is what I had hoped for. I now had fourteen woman that knew of my tavern. They were buying drinks and talking and smoking. I went to the bar and took a cigar, lighting it. "Are you alone?" A voice came. I turned to see a younger blonde girl. I imagined she could be no older than seventeen. As I looked upon her I could only wonder how she had gotten out of her home to come here. I glanced at Monique. I was not. "No, not tonight." I told her. "Too bad really." She said. "You could be my first." This led to a temptation I had never felt before. The idea of being this girl's first lover enticed me and I found I could hardly deny myself. "I'm Penelope." She offered her hand. I smiled as I took it and bowed before her as would a man. I kissed her fingers and smiled up at her. I lingered a bit long I think, but soon enough returned her control of her hand. I glanced up for only a moment to see Monique looking amused. She knew the girl and I had been introduced to her, but hardly remembered her. Penelope was a maid in a lawyers home. She lived in a small room and among her duties cared for the children. However none of this immediately sprang to my mind. "You tempt me child." I finally said. "Who is she?" The girl asked. She seemed to know the effect that her bluntness would have. "Monique of course." I told her. She turned to the bar and smiled at my lover. Monique soon approached. "Did she say you would be her first?" Monique asked. I nodded my head. "That's how she got me in to her bed." She laughed. Penelope glared at her for only a moment before breaking in to laughter. "I am a wicked child indeed." She said to me. Monique handed her a glass of rum and she happily, nearly skipping, returned to the main group. "Are you going to sing for us tonight?" My lover asked. I could only shrug but she pushed at my shoulder. "Come now, you may never have this chance again." I agreed and pulled myself on to the bar until I could reach my guitar. I approached the ladies and pulled out a chair. Then I did something that elicited a gasp even from women such as these. I propped my leg upon the chair to support my guitar. "Ah! A song!" Monique shouted from the bar and the ladies forgot my most unladylike stance. "Very well then." I began. "I learned this song from a girl most dear to my heart." I hardly paused. I simply began strumming the guitar and singing the song that so many years ago I had learned from Alice. When I was done all of the women clapped, and some, especially the boys, cheered. I felt wonderful. I would not know for some time, but at least for tonight I was enjoying a fair amount of acceptance among them. Rich and poor, ladies and boys... That night we all concerned ourselves with but a single thing and that was our shared lust. It was nearly midnight when I saw that this party might soon end, and I decided that I must attempt to perpetuate my business. I stood upon the bar, calling for everyone's attention. "Ladies, and gentlemen, my heart is warmed to see you all here. But we do not have to part ways forever this night. You shall find my tavern open any Saturday night at five and closed only when the last of you leaves. Of course you have by now I am sure guessed that only like minded women are welcomed here." I stepped down as many of the women clapped their hands. I approached the good Madame and offered my hand as she stood. "Very good girl." She said. I took her arm as she walked slowly toward the door. "I shall bill you for the drink, pay it as you are able." We reached the door and I escorted her to her carriage. "You are quite the demanding girl indeed. I was put off by you, at first, but I thought that since you come directly from Josephine perhaps I could forgive you." I helped her in to the carriage. "You've done well for yourself tonight. I should think that even some of my friends might return to be entertained by you." She pulled the door closed and smiled at me through the window as the coachman pulled away. I returned to my tavern. Within the ladies were beginning to show the signs of having been drinking all night. I made a final round of all the guests as they began to leave one by one. When at last all that was left were Monique and myself I came to her and took her in to my arms. "Do you think we have managed to begin something wonderful here?" I asked her. "I should certainly hope we have." She pulled back and looked in to my eyes. "You were the life of the party dear. I believe I heard your name a number of times." I smiled. It brought me a great relief to think that perhaps I truly had begun something wonderful and awful. We left the tavern in such a state when we went up to my apartment. I dearly wanted to make love to Monique, but had hadn't the strength and judging by her drooping eyelids I doubted she did either. In the morning Monique returned to her duties at the stable and I went down to the tavern to clean. Another week would pass now, another week before I would feel Monique's arms about my waist. I so hated that her work kept her from me. I began to wonder if she would like to come and live with me. I had the money to support us both and well too. She could work in the tavern with me and perhaps together, between us we could make all of the dreams I had dared to dream, come true. I waited out the week. When at last Monique arrived at my door I could hardly contain myself until the door was closed. I wrapped my arms around her and we kissed long and deep. When at last we broke, I looked at her and smiled. "What if you could live with me?" I asked her. "I couldn't you know that." She was taking me lightly, but I meant my offer. "I mean it Monique. I have more than enough money for both of us. We could truly make a go of it. We could make the tavern a kind of haven." "You're serious aren't you?" She asked me. I nodded. She half laughed as she turned and walked toward the sofa. "You want me to leave the stables and come here to live with you?" "And why shouldn't you? They hardly pay you enough to live on." "But my money is my own. I am independent. I need no one." She said and I immediately understood. I could not make that same claim. I relied entirely upon Catherine and her generosity. Another month passed. Each Saturday night we opened the tavern. Few ever came, but they did come and that was something at least. More pleasing was that I had seen a new face among the few that came. It was one more woman and one more possibility. I went to Catherine's lawyer and when I collected my allowance he had a letter for me from Catherine. I could hardly wait to read it but I did not break it's seal until I reached my home. I opened the letter as I sat on my sofa and sipped tea. Catherine first told me that she, Eliza and Alice were all doing very well. She told me of the things they would do together though unfortunately she spared any details that were too titillating. Finally she came to the loan I had requested. She promised me that if I acquired a ship I would receive preferential treatment from her but that she could not loan me the money. Instead what she would be willing to do is match whatever money I could put as a down payment on a ship. It was not what I had hoped. But it was something and I took no time at all to decided that this would be exactly what I would do. I wrote her back that day and returned to the lawyer the following day to have him deliver my message. I had told her that I had three hundred gold coins I was saving for this ship. I had a few more than that I am sure but I had not taken the time to count it all. Four months later I went to my lawyer to find my allowance had arrived with three hundred gold coins. This was the start of it I thought to myself. I had finally begun the path to my future in earnest. Her lawyer also told me that he would take care of finding the ship and negotiating the terms. I did not want him too, I wanted to learn for myself how to do such things but I decided in the end that since this was the first purchase of this type that I had ever made I should accept his offer. I agreed, and told him to take what money I had been saving to help make the down payment. I returned home not expecting to hear from him again for some time. While I waited I began to wonder about perhaps trying to persuade Monique to come and live with me again. I missed her terribly during the time she was working at the stable. I dearly wanted her near me all the time. Our night came, Friday. She had Saturdays to herself and did not have to arrive back at the gentleman's stable until well after noon on Sundays. She was not expected to work that day as her employer was very religious, but she was expected to be home. "I've missed you." She said as she wrapped her arms about my waist. I pushed the door closed quickly and took her face in my hands, pulling her forward and kissing her deeply. "Every day is an eternity when you're not here." We held each other a time before we made our way to the sofa where we could sit and talk before supper. Monique looked in to my eyes and could see that I had a question for her. She may even have known what it was. Surely she had to suspect. "What is it Elizabeth?" She asked. "It is a conversation we have long had." I answered. "You want for me to come to live with you." She said quietly. "Of course I do. What more could I hope for. It breaks my heart to only see you once each week." "As I but what would I do here?" She asked. "Keep your house? Be a wife to you while you went about spending your allowance?" "And why not?" I asked her. "I don't ask that you clean my home and cook my meals, but we could go out together and spend my money, enjoy our meals at a different cafe every night, and on Saturday nights open the tavern." "The tavern." She said quietly. "Do you truly think you can make a go of that?" She asked me. "I do. In time. I need only remain in good standing with the Madame and she will sell me the drink at a price I could not find elsewhere." "And if we're found out?" "That will always be a danger Monique." "Give me a week to consider it." She said quietly after a long silence. "Perhaps it is the most reasonable thing to do." She tried to smile but I could tell that she was only playing at it. We ate dinner in a more solemn mood than usual that night but by the time we had gotten home things had begun to lighten. We were giggling and talking when we came in to my house. It had been far too long since we had made love. I wasted no time in pulling Monique to my bedroom. Tonight I would share something with her that I had not seen or used in years. Not since loosing Madeline. I had kept the small bag I traveled with beneath my bed for all of the time I had been in Paris. But as we laid upon the bed kissing I reached under my bed and pulled it out. I sat back holding the bag and smiled at Monique. "I have something positively awful to show you." I told her. "I hope that you will let me use it tonight." I opened the bag and pulled out the dildo. Monique's eyes grew wide as she looked first from me to it and back again. "You mean to use that on me tonight?" She touched the straps and I could see that she was understanding it's usage. "Should I wear it or shall you?" She finally asked. "Both perhaps?" I asked her. I had so hoped that we could both enjoy it. She smiled at me. "It's absolutely wicked indeed. How did you come by this horrible thing?" "It was a gift of sorts." I told her, not wanting to discuss Madeline with her. "I must warn you... If I use it, then you shall truly be ruined for any man. It would take your virginity." Monique smiled and sat up on the bed, taking the dildo in to her hands, examining it closely. "Too late I think for that." She handed it back to me. "I told you before, I'm not a virgin." I stood and began removing my dress. Monique kept her eyes on me, hardly blinking. Once my clothes no longer hindered me I slipped the dildo on and crawled up on the bed. I began kissing Monique, feeling her breasts and sliding the dildo between her legs. She rocked her hips with me and closed her eyes. I tongued and bit at her nipples before I pushed myself up and looked down at her. She half opened her eyes and with a gentle thrust I pushed the dildo deep in to her. Her eyes fluttered and she moaned loudly. My dear Monique rocked her hips, raising herself up to greet the phallus I wore. She pulled at my bottom, urging me deeper though she remained silent. I thrust my hips, driving deep within her. I had worn the dildo before but never like this. I had been but a subject of torment the last time I felt this. It was different now, I had begun to understand some of why Madeline had so enjoyed it. There was a feeling of power I had never known and I found it exhilarating. "More." Monique moaned and I increased my speed driving even deeper in to her sex. She gasp and moaned. The girl brought her legs up, wrapping them about my waist and I nearly climaxed myself feeling it. When at last she cried out I felt as if I too might explode. I covered her mouth with my own and wrestled with her tongue. She clutched at my back and I am sure she left marks. Monique grew quiet, stretching her arms over her head. She smiled up at me. "That was wonderful." She whispered. I simply nodded. I wished to know the pleasure too. In time I moved so that Monique could get up. I removed the dildo and handed it to her. She nodded, knowing what I wanted. Monique slid the belt over her waist and I helped her buckle it between her legs. When it was done she eased me back to the bed and we began kissing. Her tongue tasted sweet with port and I found myself enjoying it. I brought my knees up as she moved her mouth to my breasts, keeping one hand between my legs massaging my sex. I could hardly wait to feel the phallus she wore, but did not want to rush her either. At long last She mounted me and drove the dildo deep within me. I nearly growled with the pleasure of it. She thrust deep in to me and pulled out nearly all the way before pushing deep within in long slow strokes. I found I had wrapped my legs about her waist as she had mine. I was tightening them with each thrust. As I pulled at her arse she increased her speed until we were moving at a furious rate. I thought surely I had to be in danger of injury but all I could feel was pleasure. I threw my head back and dug my fingers in to her rump. I fought not to scream as an orgasm ripped through me. I loved every wicked pleasure one woman could give another but I had not felt this in so long that I found I dearly missed it. We slept that night naked and holding one another.