Date: Thu, 29 Mar 2018 11:11:57 -0400 (EDT) From: E MOSER Subject: François: The Mile High Club and Cinderblock Huts #23 The Franà §ois stories stem from After the Experiment and are loosely based on a real situation I was told about many years ago by a woman I loved dearly. The Mile High Club and Cinderblock Huts #23 by Larry Marian Arrival Paige looked out the window of the airplane that had taken her to her penultimate leg of her journey to spend a month with Francois in Cameroon. She watched the Atlantic grow in character and the green land approaching fast as the plane came to land at the international airport at Dakar, Senegal. There François would be waiting to fly her to his family home in northeast Cameroon for a month's visit. She was a bit tired, though she had been able to get a fair amount of sleep, including a night in a hotel outside of London. Of course, going through customs and security at Heathrow was not fun. Sure, part was her fault, but this was the first time she flew the Atlantic. François had complained about not having a toilet kit that passed TSA regulations, so she'd bought one and a nice leather case for it in place of the plastic case it had come in. She should have packed it in her checked bag, not her carryon, but she didn't know really how much time they'd spend in Dakar - maybe the first night in one of the luxury hotels. His Majesty's security confiscated half of the kit despite her protests. And then, what made her wear an underwire bra? Jenna might need one, but she really didn't - and she really didn't like being taken to a small bare room and strip searched by a matron straight out of OLIVER TWIST. The hotel had been nice, for sure, She had to produce her Corporation ID and explain that she was on Corporation business and could not discuss it without permission from her superiors. She could say that it dealt with the underage sex trade and she was a veteran investigator of that. She'd actually gone into the hotel's pub and learned that no, she could not order a pint. But now the wheels touched down and she was actually on African soil - figuratively. Being in business class she deplaned sooner than she was used to, other than at Heathrow. She headed for customs, waited her turn and presented her passport. The official, dressed in what she thought had to be a uniform left over from some 19th century army, looked at it, then compared her name to a very short list. He almost came to attention. "Ma'amselle Jefferson, allow me to have you escorted to the VIP lounge where M'seure M'urk awaits you and your checked luggage. Welcome to Senegal." So she was taken down a corridor and to a door with a young lady sitting at a desk. Brief words passed in an accented French that was too fast for her to grasp and then she was bowed into an ornate room with one person sitting on a couch, facing the door - François. She did not jump into his arms. But he stood up and walked towards her as she walked towards him, arms outstretched. He bent over and they kissed. "Oh, God, François. I'm so glad to be here. To be with you!" "And I'm glad to be with you. We're almost home. I hope you like it. Ma-Ma has been going crazy the last week with her orders! Poor Monique got reduced to tears. But you are here and everything will be right. "We will take a cart to the private plane terminal for our flight to the field closest to home. From there an hour in the Land Rover and home. All is ready there." "Private plane?" "Yes. We bought a Lear Jet two years ago. It makes certain things so much easier. Desiree and Georges act like they have not seen you in five years!" "I'm waiting to see them, too. And Ma-Ma; no matter how her condition is." "Sir and miss, your bag is in the cart. Let me take your other and let us be gone," said another in an identical comic opera hussar uniform. Holding hands, the two went to the cart, got in it, and were whisked off like cripples to the private plane terminal, around the building and onto the tarmac to a small twin engined jet. They were helped on board into a small cabin with the flight deck isolated from the six spacious seats and a curtained section in the rear. Paige's two bags got stowed away and then some twenty minutes later the plane lifted off and headed east and south with the two sitting side by side, arms around each other in the rear two seats. "We have about a four hour flight," François said. "We do?" "Yes. Have you heard of the Mile High Club?" "Uh, no. You have to go a mile high somewhere?" "Well, and do something." Paige looked around. "Nice seats. But if you're suggesting that we make love in these seats - much as I want to with you - nope. And I probably need a shower anyway." "I wouldn't dream of trying to make love to you in these seats. But get up and see what's behind the curtain." Paige got up, parted the curtain, and gasped. "A bed!" "Yes. And you can get at least a sponge bath." "You just want to see me naked!" "I don't. I want to see you nude!" Paige smiled. "And I want to see you nude, too, my ebony love." She smacked her forehead. "Mile high club. We have to make love a mile high in the sky!" "Yep." His hand went to her breast. "We have some four hours. But we don't have to. Only if you want to." "François, since we became lovers, when have I not wanted to?" "Well, there was that night when you had a head ache and you'd wrenched your knee with a fall in martial arts class..." Paige looked at him and laughed. "Neither applies. Where is the sink?" "Behind our bed," François said as he began to remove his shirt. Five minutes later the two lay stretched out on the bed, kissing and hugging and removing the last articles of clothes the other had, "Oh, God," Paige moaned as she pulled off François' drawers. "You have such a wonderful cock." His hand gently rubbed her pussy, "And this? So great." They kissed. "You're already wet." "I've been wet since I walked into that exclusive waiting room." She turned on her back and raised the one knee away from him. "I want you inside me, François." He rolled over, one hand on a breast, the other guiding his hard eight inch cock into her. "Yes, love. Yes," she moaned as he sank into her. "Oh, Paige. I have missed you so much," he said as he began to thrust his cock into her pussy, "Me, too. So good. OH, YEAH!!" She began to move her hips in synch with his thrusts. "Four hours. What can we do in four hours?" "What do you want to do?" She smiled at that. "You know what I want." She kissed him. "You're gently making love. It feels great. But I want you to fuck me." "Of course. And you want to suck me." "I do. I want to swallow that cock. And I want your tongue in my crack and my clit in your mouth." "And you're about to make me cum. YES!!" "GOD. YOU ARE!! She felt the cum pour into her pussy as he shook. They lay there for a few minutes as they listened to the jet engines on either side of them. She felt him begin to harden again. "Come sit on my boobs, love. Get your cock close to my mouth." He rose up, got on his knees and moved forward, easing himself down on the upper slope of her breasts, his dick touching her lips. She raised her head a bit, he inched a bit closer, and Paige's tongue licked the purple head. "God, what a great cock," she said. "You've said that." "Hmmm.." she mumbled as she took more of it into her willing mouth. He helped her out by rocking back and forth in tune with her mouth's movements. "Oh, good, Paige. Lord, you are good. And to think I almost didn't write that note and put it in your locker." "Muhh!" Paige muttered as her tongue played with the big cock. "Oh, crap. Any second now, sweetie. Any,,,UGGG!" It took awhile before Paige could let the dong out of her mouth. "I think you liked that," she whispered. "God, I did," he replied. "I think I need to rest a bit." "Tell you what. You rest a bit by using your tongue on me. I need to talk about Mason for a bit." She smiled at the quizzical look on his face, but he repositioned himself with his face between her legs. "Well, you have a lovely pussy. I see you let your hair grow a bit." "Just for you, darling. Start licking and sucking." François did as asked, his tongue and lips beginning to work on an already wet beaver. "Mason is a bit jealous of this trip. He thinks I'm here too long. I've explained that Ma-Ma spent a lot of money on plane fare, hotel rooms going and coming, uber, all that so I can visit. But he thought that a week for spring break and then a whole month this summer is too much. Then he bitched that I stopped trimming and shaving my pubes a month ago. In fact, he hasn't gone down on me in two weeks. Made love, sure. But no eating me out. That's why I'm enjoying your effort right now. Good dear. "Now he thinks I prefer your sex to his. He thinks I think your dick is better and you can do it more. Well, he's seen you hard. Yeah, you're bigger. But I can't convince him he feels just as good. He was so proud that we made love twelve times in one 24 hour day until I let slip we'd done it thirty times. "Quite frankly, I think he thinks either he should be along now or Simone should have gone to see him. Somehow, I don't think his folks would go along with Simone sleeping with him." "So are you saying you and Mason have split? That would be awful." "No. He's just pissed. You know, things like this happen. He sent me a text message that he'd seen Mary Jane at the pool and they'd gone to her house later. He didn't say they'd made love or had sex there, but he implied it. OH, GOD!! François!! I'M GONNA CUM. I'M GONNA...I'M CUMMING NOW!" "I think you have. I think you squirted, too," "Could be. Come up and kiss me. Yeah. You taste like cum and pussy." "So do you. Ah, white girl. You want black cock, do you? Mine's hard and long and thick and black. Bring your feet up to your ass. Yeah. You be ready." "Yeah. Just shove that dick in, black stud." She smiled as François' eight inches drove into her. "Yeah. Fast and deep. Yeah." "Can you take it?" "Yeah. Oh, yeah. Fast. You are fucking fast!" "That's how you said you wanted it. Now take my dick!" "My cunt loves it. Yeah. Fuck me fast and deep. Damn. I'm cumming now. Keep pumping, François! Love it. Love it! "I'm cumming too!" They lay side by side after that until François got up, went to the dorm refrigerator and got out fruit, sliced sausage, and cheese. They sat on the bed and ate and drank, bottled water for Paige and a beer for François. After lunch they lay back down again. He resumed his love making by going down on her again, followed by the 69 position before they fucked doggie style. As the plane made its final approach, they reverted to the missionary position and felt the jolt - three jolts - of the wheels touching the gravel runway as they pumped each other. They scrambled into their clothes as the plane taxied to the small terminal. Paige retrieved her luggage and again essentially got waved through customs, only briefly showing her passport which the female official checked for her shots. Paige smiled now for the yellow fever, typhoid and hepatitis A shots which seemed to have wanted to kill her on the spot. Then they were in a Land Rover with a driver and guard up front and François and Paige in the back, a sheet over them, supposedly to protect them from dust. Actually it shielded their playing with each other's body as they drove along the dusty dirt road as scrub trees turned to grasslands with a few small villages with patches of farm land. Paige noticed that many of the children played nude, even up to ones who appeared would be a tween in America. "So where can I be nude?" she whispered to François. "In the bedroom and bath for the most part. We can swim nude in the pool if you want." "Good. Your hand feels so good." "So do your boobs and your snatch. Leave off my dick for a bit. I don't want to cum into this sheet!" "Yeah. A waste." They came into a large town which had a house; a mansion in the middle, surrounded by an ornate fence which they passed through and then went around the circular drive to stop at the main door. The guard hopped out and for a minute or two was very busy with Paige's two bags and leading them to the door and opening it. The door opened to a hall and waiting for them were MaMa in her formal attire, Desire, Georges; and Simone and Monique in their formal concubine slit leather skirts and necklaces. The formality lasted about ten seconds before Paige stood in a circle, hugging, kissing, and laughing. François stood off to the side for a minute and then raised his voice. "Please. Paige has had a long trip. You all know that. Let me take her to her room where she may freshen up. I know she wants to talk to all of you and see the many things you want to show her. But, Georges, please - not the ant hills first off!" With that he waded into the welcoming crowd, took Paige's hand and led her through the entrance hall, down a corridor, and into a palatial bedroom. He swept the room with his hand. "Our room," he said. Paige looked at him. "Our? You have three concubines, love and all of us are here. While I'd like to claim you for myself for the month, that is not fair to my sisters. "I have to say, this is one fantastic room. I'm going to enjoy it. But, how is the shower? Does it approach this room? Can two use it together? I need a shower." "Actually, I think four can squeeze in. We've done three," François said. Paige began to unbutton her white blouse. "Two is fine for me right now," she said. "Five minutes," he said. "I'll start the water." As Paige continued to strip, she heard the sound of water from the door he'd entered. Paige walked to the open door to find François already in the shower with an erection. She smiled at that. "Again, love?" she asked as she put her hands on his shoulders and pulled herself up as he steadied her butt cheeks. "Yes," she said as she settled herself onto his cock and slid down. "Don't let me drop." "I never have," he said as he began to rock her up and down on his dick as she rubbed her breasts against him. "I know love. Feels good. Love the two shower heads. But I love your cock inside me even more. "I love my cock in your pussy, Paige. I do love you. You know that," and they kissed in the warm shower water as Paige bounced up and down on the eight inches of hard black cock. "What are you doing?" came a voice that Paige recognized as Georges. Keeping their balance, they shifted their feet and saw the eleven year old, almost twelve standing in the door to the bathroom. Since the shower area was large, there was neither door nor curtain so both knew they were clearly visible. "Georges. Go sit on the bed. Paige and I will come out in a couple of minutes, François said. George stood there. "NOW, GEORGES!" and the boy dashed out of the doorway. "With your permission, let us finish." "I think so. We were going so well.Yes!" Five minutes later the two came out of the bathroom, dry but nude, holding hands. "So why did you come in here, Georges?" Paige asked. "I wanted to talk to you. I want to show Paige around like she helped me the beginning of school. I think you were screwing in the shower." "Screwing. I'm not sure when I was twelve I used that word," François said. "Georges, that's not the best word to use. What makes you think we were making love?" Paige asked. "So my friend Charlie at Jones saw his older sister and her boyfriend on the couch when she was supposed to be babysitting me. He said they were both naked and he was on top of her. You wasn't under François but he said he actually saw her boy friends pecker going in and out and I saw François' going in and out of you." "I guess you did. Well, Georges, we were. And we will again while I'm here. So please don't just dash into a room we might be in - like the bedroom or some other possible place. Okay? "And yes, I'd like you to show me around. Thank you. Now, I think your brother and I need to get dressed. So will you let us?" "Sure Paige," and he was gone. The two looked at each other and laughed. "Now, I have something for you, Paige," François said. "Oh? What?" François went to a closet and took out some colorful cloth and held it out for Paige to see. "A dashiki," she said. "Well, we call this a `boubou,' and it's a female version of a dashiki." "A booboo? A mistake?" "Non, moi cheri, it is a French term - bou bou - so booboo. And, for you to like more, you wear nothing under it. Would you care to try it on?" He gave it to her and took another garment from the closet. "This is a male dashiki, which I will put on." They quickly dressed and Paige kissed her appreciation. "There is one thing. MaMa and PaPa plan a big meal this evening. I must ask you to wear your favorite leather skirt and necklace. PaPa will have MaMa and his other wives and two concubines. This is really in your honor. Will you please her?" "For MaMa, I will." "Thank you, dear one. You have not met PaPa and he is eager to meet you but he is a bit conservative. I love him dearly, but keep your distance!" Paige grinned. "I think I can. So when does Georges take us on a tour?" "He's waiting at the Land Rover now." She took his hand. "Let's go," she said, grabbing his hand. Soon they were in the Land Rover, the driver and guard in front, Desiree and Georges in the back, and François and Paige in the middle. "To the school," brother and sister commanded. Ten minutes later they arrived at a small building surrounded by a low cinderblock wall with a dirt yard. In the yard was a swing set with three swings, or chains for three, but only two seats. The slide missed two steps and the teeter totter had a hand grip on only one side. Paige stared at the scene and shook her head. They entered the building which had two rooms. "This side is for what we call in American grades one through five and on the other side six through ten," Desiree said. "So how long did you go here?" Paige asked. "Each of us two years. Then we went to the boarding school," Desiree replied. Paige looked at the black board and the obviously worn books and shook her head. "Can you show me some of the country?" she asked quietly. They did and three hours later they returned dusty with Paige chattering about the sights she had seen, smiling and laughing and holding onto François until they got back to his room, Paige saying she needed a shower while she removed her boubou. François also stripped and they showered again, again making love, this time with Paige's back agains the wall for support, though she wrapped her legs around his until first he and then she climaxed. As they dried each other off, Paige said, "François. This leather skirt for a concubine. Is this the formal skirt? Is there an everyday skirt for one like me?" "Yes. I thought you would not be interested. One is cloth, like the leather and has small weights to keep the straps hanging and swinging. The other is of a gauze but a regular skirt, though, it, too has small weights. Both of them are red to denote your status as First Concubine." "So are there any here?" "Yes. I have some in the wardrobe. Simone and Monique wear theirs sometimes. Would you like to see yours?" "Yes. Please show me." He went to a wardrobe and removed four skirts, all in shades of red, two of cloth straps and two red gauze. "Which shall I wear now, sweetie?" "I didn't think you'd want to." "Oh, yes. Let me try the gauze one first. I think you need to help me fasten the side ties." He gave her one of the red gauze ones and she put it around her waist, holding one side and tying the strings while François tied the other side. She adjusted the garment on her hips and went to look in the mirror. "Well, no question you can see my dark blond pubic hair," she said. "You really want to wear this for a regular day?" "I think so. But François, guide me to a computer. I want to let my family and Mason I'm here and safe, okay?" "Sure, dear. Sure." With that he took her hand and led her to the library and a computer nook, had her type in her personal data and left her with a kiss. "I'll check in after awhile," he said. "I won't be a half hour," she said. "Then let's have a chat." He gave her a quizzical look, but left and she addressed the screen, in rapid fire notes she sent "I'm here safe and sound, how is XXX and baby to be?" to her parents, Mason's parents and Marsha; Mom and Dad Doc; Jenna, Bill and Paul. Then she sat at the screen for a minute or two and began to type slowly. "Dear Mason, We've been together now for two wonderful years. I don't want to end it - well, let's not say that yet - I'm here, safe and sound after a flight to New York, then one to Heathrow - God I hate that place now, but my chance to see an English village was great. Then a flight to Dakar, Senegal where François met me for the last flight to the town in northeast Cameroon where they live. The last part was by Land Rover to the MANSION. Okay. You mentioned François and me and our sexual relationship. Yes, we still have it. The Lear Jet had a private compartment in the rear with a bed. Yes, we made love several times; the last time while landing. We have also made love now twice in the shower. We will continue to do so, Mason. I hope you understand. "You appear jealous when we talked about this last year. I am not jealous of what you do while I'm gone. I hope you understand. But right now I'm in the role of First Concubine - I even have on a regular skirt - except it's gauze. It is transparent or almost so. It's also a light red - the First Concubine's color. "I hope you e-mail me back, Mason. You know I love you. I hope you still love me. Paige." Well, will this be the end? she thought and opened her e-mail to see six e-mails from Mason. She opened the last one first. "Darling Paige. Please forgive me for acting like an ass about you going to Africa. Jealousy is all it was - I so wanted to go - and to see Simone. I love you and I want all that is best for you. Please continue to love me. All my love, Mason." She zipped through the earlier ones. All the same really. He loved her. No mention of another girl right now. Was she being an ass? It was 1 PM where she was. Was Mason awake or asleep. Ah, 8 AM for him. She grabbed her cell phone, already set for foreign calls. Wait, daylight savings. Okay. He'd be awake. She bit her lip and dialed. "Paige?? I just read your e-mail. It's okay, Paige. It's okay. I love you." "Oh, God, Mason. I love you! I love hearing your voice. Look, that's all I wanted to say. And I'll make sure you come next year. I'll tell you what's going on. go find Mary Jane.." Mason chuckled. "I already have, love." "Good. Oops. Gong for lunch. I'll e-mail you again later, but I have to talk to François about what I have seen already. Love you. Bye," "Bye, Paige. I love you - adore you." And the phone went dead as the gong sounded again. Paige slipped on her sandals and left the room, headed for where she'd been told the informal dining room was. Ultimatum After lunch Paige took François' hand and asked to be led to the outside - the garden she'd thought she'd seen. He took her to what looked like a European formal garden except the plants were all tropical, She spotted a bench and went to it and sat down, spreading the skirt though there was no reason to do so as it merely shaded her thick dark blond pubic hair. Paige patted the seat next to her. "Sit down, my love," she said as François did and put his arm around her. "I'm just amazed at what I've seen, dear. Picking me up in a private jet. A ride - two rides in a Land Rover - with a driver and and guard - such a house - what did I have for lunch? The shrimp were wonderful. You know, before I leave here, I want to have a glass of some of that wine. Wow. "By the way, Mom Doc says she's doing fine and she appreciates your notes to her. "Now, love. I'm going to make some demands. I know as First Concubine I'm not supposed to do that. But, I'm playing this role for you and your parents, not me." "Demands? What demands? For what?" François looked confused. "I've told you my reaction to that first Locker Club note you sent and your actions when we first met in something other than an E= mc squarded situation. You were the perfect gentleman who treated me as a respected person and not as some slut as a few tried to. "And then I see this!! A fucking school yard that is nothing but dirt with dog shit all over it! Playground relics made in France before World War II! And the damned things could kill some poor kid! Blackboards in the two school rooms. Blackboards! And cracked at that. First damn time in my fucking life I've ever seen a real blackboard. Not even green boards but blackboards! Jesus François - how can you eat pate de foi gras for lunch when some poor kid has to sit in a broken chair for an English lesson?" "Paige. Paige. What do you want?" "I want Ma Ma - who I love - to cancel my business class return ticket and my night at the Heathrow Hilton and give me a rope to tie me down to the wing and a cot at Hotel Six going home and give these kids a decent playground - fix what they have and double what they have with new stuff. I want to begin with new books, decent lighting, materials, desks that are younger than their grandparents. "And I want it started NOW! It's not like you can't afford it! What was that wine they drank at lunch? You had a glass. Something about third growth. Langoa Barton? I did a quick check. That's not the WalMart brand! "I love you and MaMa and Simone and Monique and Desiree and our little inquisitive Georges - sort of like Pat, I think, though older, but François, show your love for me and do something! Please!" She choked back a tear. François sat next to her for a minute. She glanced at him and he seemed maybe embarrassed. "Paige. Once again I think you open my eyes. I assure you that you will not return home tied to the wing of an airplane. Perhaps, we can get a downgrade at Heathrow. But I'm going to take you to MaMa now. The talking points are what these children can do with a better start. "What you missed were things like all kids having sandals to help prevent ring worm, and skeeter awnings for everybody. "Here's what I promise you. Until she says yes, I sleep alone. Of course, you will need to talk to your junior concubines." Paige looked at him closely, took his hand and pulled him to his feet. "To MaMa," she said. Two hours later the two left MaMa's sitting room. Paige smiled and looked up at François. "Okay, when it's my turn next, what do you do? Fuck me or make love to me?" "Love you, Paige. Always. And Simone and Monique have already told me that they are indisposed tonight and I must be content with you." Formal Dinner The formal dining room began to fill with some guests in ball gowns or tails while others wore extravagant dashiki or boubou. Paige stood with her two sister concubines wishing her father could be here in his mess jacket and his medals. Maybe another time, she thought. Next to her stood another first concubine, as black as she was white, and maybe old enough to be her mother, but with a slit leather skirt and a gold necklace with a ruby and one other gold chain. For maybe the first time, Paige had a slight smirk as her necklace had two chains. Of course that meant that PaPa's first concubine shared him with one other, while she had to accommodate two sister subordinate concubines. But PaPa had four wives. François had none. And they call Africa primitive, she thought. Guests began to enter from the Great Hall and find their seats. As the last tables filled there was left one table near the head and one seat open at the head table, next to François. A drum beat and the two lines of concubines entered, heading towards the one empty table. As she approached the one empty table, Paige headed around the end of the head table up to the one spot open, next to François. A low murmur flowed over the tables until PaPa held up his hand. He began to speak in French and Paige caught every third or fourth word, but it seemed to welcome her in her strange status. Just before stepping up to the stage she stopped and dropped a curtsey as François had instructed her, then went to the empty seat and sat down. She glanced around at the guests and noticed that the only bare breasted ones were the five concubines. She smiled. After all, she's the one responsible for now 95 per cent of public pools allowed nude swimming at least one day a week. As she ate, she heard François' father speak to him and again, caught something like every third or fourth word but "...your First Concubine..." was one phrase repeated several times. Finally François turned to her and said in a low voice, "Papa says you are beautiful and he would consider it a favor for me to send you to him tonight. I told him that you had a long, hard trip and was already tired and that it would be best for you to sleep alone this night. But that perhaps soon that could happen." "You might want my permission first. I didn't know I was that tired." "Oh, I hope we sleep together tonight. Even if we just go to sleep, there is morning and making love with you in the morning is one of my great joys." She frowned. "So it's okay to share concubines? I wasn't aware of that." "It is." "Oh. Well, old customs die hard." By the time the entertainment was over, Paige was tired. Against all custom, she leaned her head on François' shoulder and almost dozed off. He saved the situation by excusing himself for being tired, helped Paige from her chair and led her off the stage by the back way and to his room. She stood very sleepy while he removed her necklace and leather skirt, then picked her up and carried her to the bed and laid her down, That woke her enough that they made love once in the time honored missionary position and she was asleep before his cock left her pussy. The next morning she woke before him, as was normal and turned back the covers to see his morning wood awaiting her attention. He woke while she was sucking his hairy balls and let out a joyful moan when she kissed her way back up to the purple head. She tasted his first burst of cum about two minutes later. He rested some three minutes before he was hard again and she threw her legs over to her head. "Take me, François, my love. Take me," and he did. Paige's Visit After their shower and love in it, they dressed, him in a plain dashiki, her in the cloth strap skirt and sandals, a single gold necklace around her throat, they went for breakfast to find only Simone and Monique there, each dressed in a woman's dashiki. They looked at each other. Breakfast over, Paige gathered the other two of François' concubines and went to their room, which was large enough for at least two more residents. "Tell, me, sisters, what is it like to go to PaPa's bed?" "Oh, it's really nothing. One or the other of us get asked maybe once a month, maybe twice. He knows nothing of how to please his partner, so before we go we either make love ourselves, or we masturbate," Monique said. "I just lie down in his bed and spread my legs. He gets between them, shoves it in, pumps, cums, rolls off, and falls asleep at once. Mostly I get up and retire to our dorm. It takes twenty minutes at the most," Simone said. "That's it. He always says, `I enjoy having you,' and I reply `I am honored you have noticed me,'" Monique continued. "Monique, you now have almost perfect English," Paige said. "Around Simone and François we speak mostly English and a year in America helped a lot. And you did, too, Paige, best of Head Concubines!" Paige kissed her. "Well, I guess I can stand it. I mean I've been in five movies now and in four of them I didn't know any of the guys I had sex with. I don't want him to get upset with his son." So two weeks went by with Paige going to look at the school every day. François was as good as his word and in two days the swing was back in shape and painted, the slide and teeter totter repaired and painted, some chairs repaired. And then a truck came with new desks, green boards, books, supplies, screens for the windows. Also came children, first to look and then to play on the new equipment. Paige could tell they also looked at her, some staring at a colonial girl, not much older than some of them, wearing a concubine's skirt and sandals and speaking to them in hesitant French. She and François and often the other two plus Desiree and Georges were out with driver and guard to see the country and the wildlife. Only one time did they go out by themselves in the Land Rover, and that only after he had taught Paige how to shoot a rifle, first with a .22 and then with a high powered .30 one. He carried it when they stopped the Land Rover at a clump of trees and walked to them, Paige carrying a blanket and wearing the cloth strap skirt. They spread the blanket under a tree in its shade, lay down and made love, his dashiki's skirts pulled up and his trousers down while Paige merely pushed straps aside to present her pussy to her lord. She shared François with her two junior sisters, having him every third night and making love with the other concubine the other two. She began to wonder if she hadn't been lying to herself and that she was more lesbian prone than she had thought herself to be. Still, while she might only sleep with him one night in three, still in the morning she came in and they made love at least once, either on the bed vacated by Simone or Monique, or in the shower. Half way through in the morning after they had slept together, François said to her after they had made love the first time, "Dearest Paige, three months ago even I would have brought this up a different way. But times and ways must change. Look, I received a message yesterday and an old friend from boarding school wants to come visit for two days. He wants to bring his younger brother who is now fifteen. Custom calls on me to offer them companionship at night. This is complicated by the fact that his brother, for one reason or another, is a virgin. My friend, Victor had a bad experience when he lost his and he wants the best for his brother." "Uh, you're asking me to do the Mason Method on this virgin brother?" "Not you necessarily. But custom says I should direct two of you to them those two nights. I don't want to direct you. Again, three months ago, I think I would have - and I think I know what your reaction would be. Is there some way they can come and not be insulted and you not be hurt?" "Let me think and let me talk to Simone and Monique. In the meantime, I think it's time for us to stop dodging your father. You want to tell him I'd be honored to go with him tonight." He smiled. "I know he's not the most attractive of men any more." She laughed. "Not all the clients of the Locker Club are great, either." That evening at dinner, PaPa turned to Paige and said, in heavily accented English," My son tells me that your health is better. Perhaps you may join me later?" "Oh, PaPa, I am honored. When?" "Eh, 2200." "Oui, PaPa. I will be there." Just at a quarter to, she turned to Monique, as Simone was already in the master bedroom. "So what should I do when I get there?" "Knock on the door. He will tell you to enter. He will already be in bed. He may be under the sheet or maybe not but he will be undressed. Place your clothes on the stool and get into bed and lie down on your back. Prepare yourself ahead of time." With that Monique reached between the cloth straps and began to rub Paige's clit and kiss her nipples. "I'm good, Monique," she said and kissed the other girl. "You seem to be. After he falls asleep, come back if you want." "I will." With that and a swish of her butt, Paige walked out the door and down the hall to PaPa's room. She hesitated a minute, then knocked on the door. "Entre," she heard through the door and gently opened it. The room's lights were dim, one small bulb and several scented candles aiding a pleasant aroma to the air. PaPa sat on the bed, the covers turned back and pillows fluffed. "Come and sit down, Paige. We hardly know each other," he said. "Don't you want me to undress?" she asked. "Later, I hope that you will. With what you wear, it is no hard chore,' all this is correct English, though with an accent. "At university, it could be quite and ordeal," and he chuckled. Paige walked to the bed and sat down next to PaPa who smelled faintly of an excellent men's cologne. He took her hand. "I must tell you, I have not seen breasts as beautiful as yours in a long time. Just don't tell any of my wives I told you this. Yours are as close to perfection as I think real ones can get. No wonder you wear the concubine's garb when you could wear something else." "Well, thank you. They are rather small, compared to both Simone and Monique and many of my girl friends back home, especially my best friend Jenna." "Size does not make beauty. May I touch them?" "What if I said `no'?" "Then I would not." "Then please do." With that PaPa put one arm around Paige's bare shoulder to touch her right breast and cupped her left with his other hand. She shuddered at the gentle touch of his palm and fingers. She turned to him. "May I kiss you?" she asked. "What if I say `no'?" "Then I would not." "Then please do." Paige kissed him as she would any of her lovers and he responded and soon tongues dueled. Two minutes later she was unbuttoning his shirt, trying to allow him to caress her breasts as much as possible. Her skirt surely did not catch the moisture her pussy poured out. He helped her remove his shirt and she shifted to his pants, which had been under a dashiki, so were held by a draw string. As she undid that his hands briefly went to one tie of her skirt and all he then had to do was to left the front to the side and then gently lay her down on her back. They kissed again before he moved down to kiss her breasts and suck on her nipples. What has happened to the `wam, bam, thankee ma'am stories her sisters had told her and her lover had warned her about? He was at least as gentle as Mason and more experienced. Probably more so than Doc Dad. Would he allow her to suck his cock? She sat up and pulled down the loosened trousers over the bulge that showed. His hard cock sprang up, surely the father of François' hard eight inches. "PaPa, forgive me, but would you like me to perform fellatio on you?" He laughed. "You mean suck my dick? I think I would love that. But after that, I wish to lick your pussy." "It's quite wet already." His hand gently slid over her waiting snatch. "So it is. Paige, you are small. I am large and heavy. It would be better if you were on top, if we want to do this first." "PaPa, I have never made love with François with me on top facing him. I reserved that for only two men. Now it is time for me to add a third." With that she quickly straddled him and guided his cock into her self, gently sliding down his thick shaft, "Oh!!!" she sighed. "Do you hurt?" he asked, concern in his voice. "Oh, no. Ta queue est magnifique dans ma chatte!" She began to move up and down. "So you do speak French." "Most what I learned so I could talk to your son while we make love." She smiled at him as he began to match her motion. "God. You're going to make me cum too soon! You are wonderful!" PaPa smiled up at her. "I have to satisfy four wives and two concubines and now my oldest son's two." "You may have to add a third." "Well, you are great, too. I'm very close now. Close. OH!! YES!!" Paige felt him erupt deep inside her and she gave a loud gasp as her cum hit her, too. She managed to continue straddling François' father until both of them recovered, then she slid off and lay beside him, circling his nipple with her first finger. "You mentioneda blow job. You want to wait a bit, or shall I speed up the process with my hand?" "Ah, the pressure of youth! Let us wait a bit and let nature run its course. Both Simone and Monique say you are legendary with your mouth." He began also to play with Paige's nipple with one hand and her clit with a second. Before his cock was fully erudite had her second cum. When she returned to normal she positioned herself so she could begin by licking the head before taking it in. Soon she was bobbing up and down and then varying her loving with licks and kisses up and down the dark shaft and down to his balls and back to letting her tongue do its magic until his breathing and gasps turned to "Paige. I'm about to go!" which sped up her efforts and he shot into her eager, waiting mouth. She swallowed three times before his efforts were over and they lay back down again. Before they went to sleep PaPa went down on her and then they had vaginal love again, this time with Paige lying on her back on the big bed with her feet on the floor while PaPa stood between her open legs. After that they cuddled and then slept until dawn. Once more they made love, again with Paige on top and then she slipped on her sandals, picked up her slit cloth skirt by the waistband and walked down the hall to the concubines' dorm and opened to door to seen Simone and Monique sitting primly in their separate beds. She stopped, closed the door, put her hands on her hips and spread her feet apart. "You two total bitches!! Here I expected ten minutes off schoolboy ignorant pushing and shoving and cumming. And what do I get? Some of the most magnificent love making I've ever dreamed about! How do I get to have PaPa take me to his bed again before I leave?" Her sisters began to laugh. "Oh, Paige, we love you so much, We had to do it. Is he not wonderful?" they both asked. "Indeed. No wonder François is so great. His father has superb genes." With that the three threw their arms around each other, hugging and kissing. "Now don't you dare tell François about how good PaPa is. We always complain when he requests one of us. Always. Such fun!" Monique said. "So. Is his lordship awake?" "No, First Concubine. We knew you would be bored after apparently being forced to spend the night so we thought you might want some exercise," Simone said with a smile. "Well, perhaps." With that Paige went through the door from the dorm to the bedroom to see François lying on the bed with the covers off and his morning wood very visible, "Ours but to do or die," she said, sitting down by his legs to bend over and take his hard cock into her mouth. He woke up seconds before he began to pump cum into Paige's mouth. When he finished he said, "Well, I hope it wasn't too boring." "So we did some talking. Your dad's an interesting man." Well we did and he is, she thought. No lies there and he is not going to ask how often we made love. And he didn't. * * * * * * * * Dearest Paige. You can see from the pictures I've forwarded, but your mom is really showing. Of course she's your size. Mom is showing, too but not as much. Yvonne has quite a tummy. What do you think of Doc Mom? Marsha WANTS to think she's swelling, but I don't think so. Susie e-mails me every day. How are you doing? Dear Mason - Well, I'm not swelling, for sure. OTOH, when I get back, the docs say they have a "drug" that can cause me to produce milk if I want to nurse Jenna Michelle along with Mom. I want to. Is that okay with you? What do you think of the pictures I sent you from here? How about the school before and after pictures? I really think I've shown them they can live well and see help out the people around them. I need to tell you about MaMa and PaPa's other kids - some sad stories there. My love, Paige (Chief Concubine) (The other chief concubine here is old enough to be my mother!) * * * * * * * * François' Friend and His Brother In the early evening as the temperature began to drop, the household stood on the steps to welcome Roland and his younger brother Simon to the mansion which one day would belong to François, the eldest and only son of his father's first wife. Arranged behind him were the daughter and two sons of the second wife, the two sons and daughter of the third wife, and the two daughters and son of the fourth wife. In the rear were the children of the concubines of François - none - and his father - four. Next to PaPa and François on the other side were their concubines, two next to PaPa and three next to François. Paige, the First Concubine of François wondered where all these kids came from. They ranged in age from teens, to tweens, to pre-schoolers,yet in three weeks she'd not seen them at dinner nor elsewhere except for a few fleeting glances. The only two she'd been with were Desiree and Georges, first son of wife three and first daughter of wife four. But they had been at Jones Lab School and would return with her later for their second year, Paige's third, sophomore year. She understood that two more would also attend, the 16 year old daughter of wife two and her 14 year old son. Well, none would be her responsibility as student counselor for dorm residents in the 7th and 8th grades. Against all rules, she stood next to François, her arm linked with his as the small caravan came through the gate, around the circle and stopped at the bottom of the steps. The doors of the Land Rover opened and an almost replica of François stepped out and behind him a smaller, younger version. "Roland!! my best friend! And this must be Simon!! it is good to greet you. Come up. Come up!" As François told them to climb, he walked down, meeting them half way with a hug for who had to be Roland and a shoulder grip for the younger one. Then he pulled them both up the stairs towards Paige, standing there in her leather strap skirt and gold collar with two gold chains, her blond hair bleached by the sun and her skin bronzed by it. "This is Paige. She is my everything." Paige followed protocol and dropped a curtsey to the older and a nod to the younger who dropped his eyes. A whirlwind of greetings followed before the two guests were brought inside, their luggage following and then shown to their rooms. Paige noted that the rooms were very close to the door to the concubine dorm. Soon a small party headed out to the bush. In the first Land Rover were the driver and a guard. In the middle seats were François and Roland, bringing each other up to date, and in the back seats were Desiree and Simon. The second held a second driver and guard, Paige and Monique, Georges, and Veronica, the 16 year old daughter of PaPa's second wife, whom Paige did not know. Well, Paige thought, they want to get up to speed. She turned to Veronica. "Hi, I'm Paige. My French is not good. How is your English?" "Better than your French, I'm sure, concubine." "I see. Perhaps my manners are better than yours. I understand you will be in the States at Jones Lab in the fall. There, I am the sophomore class president, a member of the executive board, dorm counselor for 7th and 8th graders and a few other things. I'd like to help you." At that Monique and Georges all started off in rapid fire French, looking at Veronica. They stopped, and turned their faces away from her. She said "Non," and looked out the window. The two rovers stopped and they all got out to watch a herd in the distance and then a large cat began a stalk. Veronica turned away. Paige looked and said, "This is what it is. Of course I hope he gets away today." The drivers urged the passengers back in and they drove off. Back at the mansion, the passengers left and headed up the stairs, Desiree and Simon side by side and talking non stop. Paige headed off to the library and the computer to send some e-mails home. A few minutes later François entered with Veronica with him, looking very upset. "Paige, excuse us. My sister has something to say." "Uh, Paige. I must apologize for my rudeness. I was not proper." "I know what my status is in fact. I also know that I'm given certain privileges that a concubine does not normally have. I accept your apology. I hope that when you get to Jones we can become friends." "I understand you have a boy friend at home." Paige held out her left hand. "Not a boy friend. My fiancé, though it will be some time before we get married." "Your fiancé? Yet you are my brother's first concubine?" Paige nodded. "Yes." She turned to François. "Dear, could you perhaps go check on Desiree. She went off with Simon." "Sure," and he kissed Paige and left. Paige turned to Veronica. "You didn't ask but yes, François and I sleep together. I love two men and one is your brother. The other is Mason at home. I sleep with him, too. So am I now a whore?" "I don't know. I'm confused." Paige laughed. "Quite a few are confused. Mason, your brother, and I are not. Perhaps we can talk some more; get to know each other before you arrive at Jones." "That might be good. I guess I didn't understand your status. I thought that you would be required to provide comfort for one of his guests tonight." Paige smiled. "That may be. But I have a feeling that your sister Desiree is going to "provide comfort" to Simon both tonight and tomorrow night." "She's only thirteen." "I know. But she's a mature girl and I saw her looking at Simon. He's here to loose his virginity, or so François says. He's still thinking in the past, so the girl would be Monique, Simone, or me. Probably me as I'm actually the youngest. But I think Desiree has other ideas. It may be that we will draw straws for Roland both nights." Veronica smiled. "I insulted you in public. Let us make the chance one in four and not one in three. Let me draw with you." "I'm told that the three of us will dance after dinner and Roland will choose after the dance. So do you want to wear a slit skirt that will reveal your vagina to the guests and be bare breasted and dance with us?" She smiled. "I'm told that Roland will be `guided' as to which of us he will choose. "It would be interesting to see Desiree dance, too," Veronica said. Paige laughed. "Perhaps PaPa will offer his concubines, too." "Perhaps." After dinner three drummers appeared and began a low drumming. Paige, dressed in a nice dashiki, sat between PaPa and François. Further down were Veronica and Desiree, both in dashikis. Next to Desiree was Simon. Paige glanced at him; he was trapped. The drums gained a bit in volume and Paige stood up, gave François a quick squeeze on his shoulder and, as her sisters and PaPa's concubines stood up, removed her dashiki and laid it on the back of her chair. Veronica and Desiree did the same and the three swayed to the stairs and down them to join the others, forming a line, with PaPa's middle aged First Concubine down to Desiree. The drums became louder and faster and the seven women began to dance. Paige saw both Roland and Simon pay close attention to the dancers. Roland said something to François, who laughed. Finally the drums stopped. "What say you, my friend Roland?" François asked. "and Simon, you also." "My friend, on this night who can I choose but your very own sister Veronica. And tomorrow, Simone." "Good. Simon?" "May I have Desiree both nights, my brother's best friend?" "I think she would be delighted." Paige smiled as she walked back to her seat but did not don the dashiki. She waved as the two couples made their way from the dining room. "Shall we go, Paige?" François asked. "I thought you'd never suggest that, darling," she replied and gave him her hand. Au Revoir The remaining two weeks flew by after Roland and Simon left. Paige, Simone, and Monique resumed their ordered nights in the bed with François while he and Paige continued to make love at least once a day even when she was "off duty." E-mails continue to fly between Paige and Mason, with others as well, especially Jenna who had become very friendly with Yvonne. She even received a few from Mary Jane who was quite open about having sex with Mason. In fact, she made it sound like she was having sex with another boy and her old girl friend. The day before she was to leave Veronica came to her room to quiz Paige about Jones. Paige wore her everyday split skirt, cloth with small weights on the bottom and a gold necklace. "The last thing I think I need to mention is body hair, Veronica. Notice that all three of us, Simone, Monique, and I shave our arm pits and legs. Now Simone and Monique will keep their pubic hair naturally unshaven, but I will trim mine and shave most of it in the Heathrow hotel before I get back home." "Why?" "Mason. Mason likes very little when he goes down on me. It's also left over from when I had to wear a bathing suit. I let mine grow because François likes my pubes natural. But I won't see François until Christmas probably, though there may be one night stand if he drops you, Desiree, and Georges off at Jones. "Anyway, in the states, girls shave." "I can shave my arm pits and legs but I'll have to wait on my pubes." "You'll see most girls at Jones shave or trim, though a lot of us let it grow to hide the tampon string." "I thought I'd get a shot that keeps me from getting a disease or getting pregnant." "You will. But it doesn't stop your period. You're just like every other teen girl - `five to seven days'". "Okay. I hope I'm not being too nosy, but who are you going to sleep with tonight?" "Well, Simone is supposed to be with François, but she said she'd give up her night if I want to. Can you keep a secret?" "I think so. What?" "I really would like to spend the night with your father." "PaPa?" But I hear he's just in and out." Paige laughed. "It's a concubine joke. He's fantastic." "Well, here's to dear old dad!" A gong sounded. "Supper call!" The two girls went to the small dining room where Veronica joined the three concubines. Paige and François exchanged signals as they ate, he next to PaPa and she with her "sisters." As the meal ended, PaPa turned to François and said, loudly enough for everybody to hear, "I know this is First Concubine's last night here,my son, but perhaps you would allow me the pleasure of her company. I know you will accompany her to her flight back to America. You will be in the Land Rover and then the Lear. I'm sure you will have plenty of time to talk. First Concubine, is this too much to ask?" Paige rose and dropped a curtsey, "My lord, it is not for me to determine. But I find it an honor that you find me worthy of your attention, though I do regret those hours away from your son. Of course, we will sleep." All this while she kept from laughing. François looked unhappy, but said, "Father, I can but bow to your wishes. And I do plan on seeing my First Concubine when I arrive to place my two sisters and brother at Jones Lab." "It is a pleasure to have a dutiful son. Well, son's First Concubine, shall we retire?" Paige said, "Yes, my lord," her face looking sad as she passed François. Once out of the dining room she grabbed PaPa's hand and put it on her most available breast. "Did you arrange this, PaPa? We were going to draw straws again after dinner - just the three concubines of François - surely Veronica and Desiree would not compete for their brother." "I did not arrange this. But I, too, am a member of the One Mile Club and I have sat in the back of a Land Rover with a sheet over me to protect us from dust. I'm obviously old enough to be your father, but I'm not senile. I'm sure you and François will have a pleasant trip to your international flight." He stopped at his door. "I'd pick you up and carry you in, but that has too much baggage." "Let's just walk in." They did. The door closed and the two faced each other and kissed, long and deeply. As they kissed four hands went to tied laces, two to a cloth skirt and two to dashiki pants. Paige also had to remove the dashiki dress PaPa wore. As she kicked off her sandals, PaPa picked her up and carried her to the bed. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him. He sat down on the bed as she scooted around to sit in his lap. "PaPa, I'm not damp. I'm wet. Help me with your dick." Seconds later she felt his cock enter her smoothly and she began to bounce up and down as his mouth went to her nipples. "Oh, PaPa. I hate to steal this last night from François. But I must make love with you again. My sisters were so cruel! I was so worried. You are a great lover." "Thank you, Paige. But I know you belong to two others - Mason and my son, François." Paige continued to slide up and down on the thick, seven inch dick. "No, PaPa. I belong to me and me alone. And I own nobody. I love Mason and François and Paul and Doc Dad, and now you, but they don't own me and I don't own them. "And I'm still sorting out - do I love you or just your wonderful cock?" "So, do I love this wonderful intelligent beautiful girl or just her mouth and pussy? I know that answer. The girl. I have more than enough mouths and pussies - and I have true affection for all and love for some. But you have enchanted me for many reasons." Paige sped up her bounces, "I'm about to. Un du?" "Soon. Oh. You cum. Yes. OH! Me, too! YES!!" They rested in each other's arms after that,lying down, kissing gently and caressing each other until the tempo increased and Paige once more sat on his loins and inserted his cock so she could be in the cowgirl position. As they moved towards another climax she wondered what he called this. An hour later they fell asleep in each other's arms, Paige with the taste of his cum in her mouth and PaPa with the taste of his own from his tonguing her love tunnel deeply. Not surprising as he had cum in her three times before his horizontal lips met her vertical ones. They slept deeply and only awoke when Paige heard the sound of knocks on the door and then it opened and MaMa came in. She had a moment of panic - after all, MaMa's husband's hand was covering Paige's right breast and her hand rested on a flaccid cock. But she saw MaMa smile. "My daughter. Your bags are almost packed. You have time for a quick shower. My husband may wake in time to see you leave us. Get free and get ready. Right outside are clothes for your journey to England. I will bring them inside. Hurry." With that MaMa pushed in a small bag, smiled, and shut the door. Paige slowly disengaged herself, stood up and headed for the shower. It was quick and then, dried, she pulled out panties, bra, shorts, and a light top and dressed. She headed for the small dining room and found François, Simone, Monique, Veronica, Desiree, and Georges all sitting at two tables pulled together. François got up and kissed her and sat her beside him. She quickly joined them and was then soon out the door and into the Land Rover and they drove out into the town to be met by both children and, apparently their parents who waved as they drove by. "You are their hero, Paige," François said as he adjusted the sheet that covered them. "No. I just kicked the stone. Your family has provided the money and means. I think they will continue to do so." Then they went to saying good bye as the Africa she'd grown to love sped by. The Lear Jet sat at the gate and they entered together and went straight back to the curtained bed. Four hours was a long time. Time enough to have love, get dressed, eat, and then make love some more before once again they timed their last climax for several months to the actual landing. Paige parted with François where the private plane terminal led to the main terminal and security. This time she had no trouble and thirty minutes later her plane to Heathrow taxied to its take off point. She choked up as the plane took off, leaving Africa and François and PaPa, and the so many others. Better prepared, after a nice four hour nap and lunch, the plane landed at Heathrow and the matron looking for Oliver Twist seemed to be off duty. She took her carry on and managed to find the proper connections to her hotel room since her flight to the US wasn't for fourteen hours. There was a bit of a go, as she was told, since she was 14, but her ID card and a phone call to the London office got her into her room. She smiled when she saw the tub was like the one the three of them had used over a year ago and been blasted by Doc Mom, a jacuzzi. She got into it,making sure her clothes were on the king bed, As she enjoyed the hot, swirling water her phone rang. Hoping it was Mason or François, she grabbed it and answered it. "Sorry to bother you. This is London Corporation Security. Code Window. How say you?" "White Room. Paige here." "Sorry to bother you, but we just learned that another guest is a wanted child sex trafficker. Could you help us now?" "Well, I'm in the tub. It might take some fifteen minutes." "Fine. Get dry and dressed - shorts, little girl top if you have one, Go sit by the bar door. Do you have a tracker?" "Yes." "Turn it on. Room number?" "1504." "Got it. If you get a hit, go back to your room and tell him you have a client coming. He should come in an hour. Once he's inside your room, make sure you are at least somewhat undressed when the arrest team comes in. "Got it?" "I do. Out of the tub now." A half hour later Paige sat on a bench close to the hotel's pub. She wore tight white shorts and a top that allowed a clear view of her breasts as well as her First Concubine necklace and some heavy lipstick. As she sat on a couch at the door to the bar sipping her coke a man came up to her. "My, little lady. Are you looking for company?" "I have a meeting in ten minutes. Maybe in an hour?" "Where?" "Fifty pounds." "Okay. Where." "1504." "See you then, little lady." He walked away, looking very much the gentleman. Paige got up and went back to 1504 and sent several messages back to the London branch,then stripped down to her panties. An hour and there was a knock on the door. "Do I know you?" she asked. "At the pub's door. Fifty pounds." She opened the door. "Let's see them," she said. He held out three bills. "Okay. Come in. Put the money on the dresser." He closed the door behind him and locked it. "Fancy digs," he said and reached for a breast. "Let's not grab," Paige said and turned away to walk towards the bed and sat on it. He faced her and began to take off his shirt. The door opened and Paige saw three police officers, two men and a woman. "Police. Mister, put your hands up. Young lady, feel free to put on some clothes." At that Paige sat up and threw on a top and slid back into her shorts. "You all right?" the female officer asked. "Yes. He tried to grab my breast." In the mean time the john had his rights read to him and identified himself. "This is a frame up," he said. "Tell that to the jury." With that the officers started for the door. "Just in case, miss, if you have not had your dinner, use room service. An officer will take you to Heathrow tomorrow morning." "Thank you." "Thank you. You have helped capture a very evil and dangerous man." "Well, that's over," Paige said out loud as she began to look at the room service menu. Later she lay in the king size bed and felt alone. It seemed funny that most nights the person next to her was another teen aged girl with whom she'd just made love. But the nights she remembered most were with two males, and one only twice. As she drifted off to sleep, another image came to her - a teen age boy with blond hair and a big smile, Tomorrow she would make love with Mason and sleep beside him. If you liked this part of "The Franà §ois Series " or any of the other Paige-Mason-Jenna stories, please consider a donation to Nifty. Comments, pro or con to the author are always appreciated.