"I am Madam Passay" she said in English, with a strong French accent, "but they call me Madam Pussy." There were fits of laughter.

"This is my house, where you will be staying and working. As you know, in return for free lodging and meals, you will all need to work two days for me every week. The rest of the time is yours. You may do as you please or go as you please. You only need to make sure you arrive on time for your schedules. The customers pay very high prices, because I provide the best. Do not disappoint them."

Customers? What was she talking about?

"I know you are all on the last day of your periods. You of course cannot work tonight in that condition. My assistant Gilbert will give you pills to help keep your monthly flow to a minimum, so it does not interfere with your work schedule. By tomorrow, you will be ready. In the mean time, enjoy Paris!"

We were so excited, we hardly slept that night. I wondered how she knew that I was having a period. As I unpacked all my dresses and skirts, I just dreamed of the shopping here in Paris for more! This was where all the latest fashions were. All of the models I had seen on the runway since I was a little girl came from here. Wow!

* * *

When I woke up in the morning, we were all assembled so we could receive our training. Madam took me into a dressing room, and showed me three outfits hanging on the wall. There was a white t-shirt with blue jeans, a blue and white checked gingham dress, and a 'cowgirl' outfit, including a shirt with the horrid embroidery, and boots. They were all horrid! (Well, the boots were cute).

"You may wear either of these outfits" she said.

"But these are awful! I didn't come to Paris to wear that. And nobody wears Gingham anymore!"

"Yes, but that is what the customers want you to wear. They want you to look like their idea of a typical American girl. That is why they come here. You will do what is required to please your customers."

I grudgingly put on the gingham dress. I felt like Dorothy in 'The Wizard of Oz'. I felt silly! I went back out with the others, who looked equally uncomfortable in their outfits.

"When you enter the rooms, we will send a customer in with you. You can take as much or as little time as you please, but remember that you are paid by the number of customers, not by the hour. Also, some of you at first will think that your cut of the payment is too small. Just remember that I have to bear the costs of the house, insurance, paying taxes and bribes, and so on. Also remember that if you do a good job, you can earn enough money in one day to not have to work the rest of the week. If you work two days a week, you can vacation and tour for five days. Or you can work every night, and become rich women."

I liked the sound of that. Working one night or two a week didn't seem unreasonable. But she hadn't explained yet what it was that we were to do. But that became clear from her next two comments.

"Lastly, remember a few important details. Do whatever the client asks you, although not anything that puts your life at risk. You will have a panic button should anyone go out of control, although we carefully screen our clients to make sure that will not happen. It has not happened in forty years of operation here! Also, we make sure your clients have no diseases. You do not need to worry about that. If they wish to use a condom, the may. But do not insist on it. You will all receive free birth control pills, so you will not have to worry about becoming pregnant. And finally, remember that they want *American* girls. Don't try to act seductive or sophisticated. They want to think that they are sweeping you off your feet, not the other way around. They are just men, but play dumb for them. That is what they are paying you for."

"So you mean that we're supposed to be whores? I'm not doing that!" said one girl, raising murmurs.

"Go into your rooms now!" ordered Madam P.

It was strange; all of us, including myself and the protesting girl, just turned and walked into our rooms! I didn't mean to do it, I was going to ask a question myself. But here I was sitting in a chair trying to look sexy, and waiting for a man. She gave an order, and all of us obeyed it, automatically. I was wondering why in the world I would do that, when the door opened.

I lost my breath as I looked up and saw a man. He smiled, and came up to me. My emotions just took over, and before I knew it, he was stripping me bare. I was smiling as he kissed me, laid me down, and began to make love to me. It was divine! It was the best. I just grinned ear to ear as I moaned and cried out in ecstasy. If this was work, then I just loved my job!

* * *

That night, I made love nine times. Each was better than the next. No matter how often I did it, I just wanted more and more. I slept in late the next day, worked out, and walked around Paris. I had lunch at a little cafe, sipping espresso and nibbling on a croissant. I went to a few boutiques, and just had to buy some things. I got this really cute hat with a wide brim that kept me in the shade. With my hair pulled back and my sunglasses on, I felt so chic, walking down by the Seine.

I then found a little store where I got a really cute yellow sundress. And I had to buy a couple of pairs of shoes, and a new bikini. There was so much there to buy! I was low on money though, so I had to stop (after getting a new purse too!). I was eager to get to work so I could go out and buy more.

I was well rewarded at work that night, not only did I have fourteen customers, one of them was a repeat from last night named Henri, and he gave me a 50 Euro tip! I think he was in love with me. He wasn't the most handsome man, but if he was going to come every night (in more ways than one!) and give me tips, then hey, who was I to be fussy?

He also showed up the next night. I told him that I had the next three days off for vacation. He was somewhat disappointed, but promised to be back when I returned from the Riviera. I was so excited when I got on the train. I could hardly wait.

* * *

Madam Pussy had recommended a nice place for me to stay, a quaint inn with reasonable rates. I checked in, had wine and baguette for lunch, then changed to go to the beach. I laid out on my towel, putting suntan lotion across my body. I liked how it made my soft skin glow. It was a topless beach, so I was even able to get a good tan without the annoying strap marks. I laid there bare chested, soaking in the warm sun's rays.

My bliss was interrupted when I fell into a shadow. I taught it was a cloud, but when I opened my eyes, I saw that it was a young man. He must have been in his late twenties. He had the most perfect golden tan, his bronze chest glistening in the sun. His long hair was pulled back into a ponytail.

His name was Antonio, and he was there on vacation from Italy. We talked for hours, going for a long walk on the beach, hand in hand. We swam out into the cooling waters, basked in the sun, and got to know each other. At nightfall we found ourselves in a romantic cafe, sipping the local red wine, eating bread and cheese.

The hours just flew by, and before I knew it, we were back at his hotel. Of course, we made love that night. Unlike my customers who were in a big hurry, he really took his time, and it was perhaps the best sex I had ever had. I fell asleep with my head on his chest, smiling and content.

* * *

I woke up in the morning and saw Antonio lying next to me in the bed. It was at that moment that I realized what I fool I was. I was so stupid!

Why did I waste my own money on a hotel room? All I needed to do was to hang out at the beach. I could pick up a man, get him to pay for my meals. Get him to buy me something. Go home with him, make love (my favorite part!), and stay the night with him. With all the tourists here, I could have someone different every night. What a fool I was!

I promised myself never to pay for a room here again, and never to pick someone just because he looked hot. I would find someone with money, who could treat me right.

* * *

Before I knew it, I was back at work. The vacation was wonderful, and I hoped to get back there as often as I could. But I loved my work, and I started doing three days in a row, then four, then five. I just could not get enough!

Most nights Henri came, and he often gave me gifts like perfume, shoes, or dresses (he asked my sizes, then started to bring things for me!). He would ask me to wear the outfit he brought, so I got to wear something other than the cowgirl outfit sometimes. I just liked feeling elegant, and wearing high fashion clothes. I was getting quite a collection between Henri, a few other regulars, and my own shopping excursions.

There was one regular I didn't like, Richard. He was too rough on me. But he never crossed the line where I had to push the panic button. I just didn't like having my arms pinned down by him, or how he lacked tenderness.

Another one of my other regulars was named Jaques. He was smaller than Henri, but he really knew how to satisfy a girl. But perhaps best of all was Gilbert. When he came to see me the first time, he was somewhat nervous and shy.

"I have a fantasy" he said.

"Please tell me!" I said eager to please.

"I like a woman in control. I like a woman who really takes charge. I want you to tell me what to do. I will not move a muscle, or thing a thought, other than what you tell me. Anything! I want you to completely control me. I don't want to be spanked, or physical pain. I just want to be, how you say....dominated."

"Of course. Anything for you Gilbert" I said.

I told him to strip naked. I told him to undress me, piece by piece. I told him to rub my shoulders and my neck. I told him to suckle my nipples. Then I ordered him to go down on me. I had a fantasy myself where a man would go down on me and use his tongue, but they just didn't seem to like it. And I wasn't in a position to ask for it. But Gilbert seemed to love it! I told him to rub my nipples or to pinch them while he was going at it with his tongue.

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