The Black Onyx Pact (40 page)

Saphir smiles happily.
«That is what I wanted to hear. So, I'll arrange a meeting with an expert of Pet Play so he can teach you anything you need to know to make the rendezvous just perfect. Have a nice day,
messieurs
.»
The two greet her politely and Saphir hangs up.
«Fine. Let's continue, we have more fantasies to realize. I want the news, the reviews and the
responses
of yesterday's events. And let's be quick, I have a all-girls evening tonight.» says Saphir excited like a teenage. It has been years that she spent some times with friends.
 

~

That evening in Sibylle's penthouse apartment there is a lovely vivacity: Alma and two of Sibylle's neighbors ladies are busy in the kitchen preparing dinner and chatting amiably; Nora and Sibylle are setting the table talking about the enigmatic Caligula while the other two neighbors ladies are listening attentively to Virginie who is giving them precious advices on how to value their appearance. Few minutes later Saphir arrives and Sibylle hugs her tightly, leaving her wordless. When Saphir sees Chocolat, the big black cat, she is moved and also the cat seems to recognize her. She takes him in her arms kissing his head, then she tell Sibylle she needs to talk with her privately about the rendezvous with Caligula. Saphir will protect the identity of the man even if she would like to tell her who he is; but she is too ethically compelled to her job to break the secret. Sibylle listens carefully what Saphir says, feeling stunned by such request. The fact that the man wants to have a romantic dinner with her is really flattering, so she gladly accepts.
Half an hour later two of Virginie's friends join them. They are two tall and imposing drag queens dressed in colorful and snazzy dresses. One has a big blonde wig and the other one wears a black one. Arrives Nymphe too. Sibylle greets her with a warm hug. They smile at each other and giggles in complicity. Nothing is like it was before now that they shared the Sapphic experience, and also the exquisite foursome night together with Drakkar and Tarasque. And finally arrives the
‘
teacher
’
of that evening, the lady sent by the Club: Ambre, a beautiful and smiling woman in her fifties, dressed elegantly in a dark suit.
The thirteen women dine in the superb terrace, lit with many candles and led lights. They eat and laugh; they make silly and improbable toasts and tell tall tales.
At the end of the dinner they return inside and Ambre invites them to take a seat on the couches.
«Welcome everyone. I know many of you aren't members of the Club, in fact only three of you are part of it, but this is a service we offer to others too. So, tonight we'll talk about various topics, all intersected with sex. I want you to share your opinions, your stories, your experiences, your fantasies without fearing of being judged, because we won't judge. We are here as friends and allies, we are here to support each other, we are here as women that listen to other women. We are sisters. I'll read some extracts from the book:
Erotic Etiquette
, a secret book that can be found only within the Club D. Let's see the topics we'll explore tonight.» The woman takes a fine book with a rigid black cover and golden edges, and begins to read: «“
Walking: Bending down sensually
—
The importance of the movement
— The power of the legs
. Talking: How to have a charming voice.
”»
«I might need that.» comments the blonde drag queen making the other women laugh.
«“
The unsaid words
—
The sounds that express better than the words
—
Your smile's appeal
—
Offering your mouth and lips to his eyes
—
Listening: The eyes listen
—
The body listening
—
Questions not reproaches. Dancing: Movement and sensuality
”. After all this we'll talk about the many types of men.»
Virginie grimaces and says:
«Pfff, yeah, tell me about it!»
«“
The dominant man...
”» begins to say Ambre.
All the women let out a long “
oh
”.
«“
Give him what he demands and let him takes what he wants
—
Serve him as he dreams
—
If he gets angry apologize
—
If he tells you off smile
—
‘
You have been a bad girl!
’
”
»
The drag queen with the black wig howls saying:
«Oh yes! I've been a bad, bad girl! Spank me hard!»
Sibylle ruffles Nymphe's hair while all the women joke and laugh.
Ambre continues unabashed. It's clear that she is used to this kind of craziness during the meetings.
«“
The submissive man: Give him what he deserves and let him desire what he dreams
—
Cruel but maternal
—
Let him serve his goddess
—
‘
You have been a bad boy!
’
”»
Sibylle sighs.
«It there a section about the romantic man?»
At those words all the women stop talking and become silent. Everyone is looking at Ambre now.
«Well, it wasn't listed for tonight, but there is, yes. It's a long chapter called: “
Let him court you
”.»
«I would like to begin with that, if the others agree.»
All the women agree at once and Ambre starts her interesting lesson on men and romance.
«Let's begin saying that because of his nature, the man
— intended as male — is a predator. Keeping in mind that this doesn't want to be an accusation or a reproach but only a realization to better understand his behavior, we can say that the romantic man is a different kind of predator. He is a... gentle predator. Instead of following his bestial instinct he follows his heart instinct. He sees us, he desires us, and from that moment on he ‘chase‚ us. How? Courting us. We are his prey, but he doesn't want to capture us, he wants us to offer ourselves spontaneously to him.
We become the center of his world, we are the object of his desire and our feminine ego is filled with pride. It makes us feel good, it makes us feel loved and cared. And we really are loved in some way, since he does want to protect us and have us all for himself. But are we really loved in a healthy way? Does he really want us because he feels something toward us, or just because we are another prey to catch? He looks ready to do anything to have us, but is it true love or just stubbornness? How we can say if he really is in love with us or if he is just enjoying the hunt?»
«Good question, how can we?» asks Sibylle.
«Well, that's easy: if he really wants you he prefer you to others preys. When a man has the possibilities to have other women and he still prefers to stay with you, well, that's a clear sign of his feelings for you; unless he is just mesmerized by you simply because you are playing hard to catch and he likes the challenge. But if he already has you that is certainly a deep and sincere feeling. Why? Because there are women much more beautiful than us, younger than us, more charming than us, but our face is the first he sees in the morning and the last before going to sleep. It's the complicity that you created with him during the years that make the relationship strong. That's what we call love. But I cannot explain this, I cannot explain love, because no one understands how it works. That thing isn't just a crazy feeling that alters the body chemistry, it's something deeper and bigger. It's something so amazing that makes us choose that particular person among millions! But remember that even love can finish. They don't say it because it would create chaos, since we like to idealize love. But don't do it, and never feel guilty if one day you'll realize that you don't love that wonderful man anymore. It can happen. The magic will end and there is nothing you can do about it. But tell me, Sibylle, what's bothering you exactly?»
Saphir looks at Sibylle while her hand strokes a purring Chocolat, curled up next to her. Even Nymphe and the other women too look at Sibylle.
«I don't know exactly. I think I'm love with a man, a man that I love since years, a man that I loved the moment I met him. But now there is another man, whom I never even seen in face. I
—
I feel confused...»
«Did they both tell you they are in love with you?»
«No, none of them, actually.»
«But let's say they both will tell you they are in love with you, which of them will you choose?»
Sibylle glances down and sighs, unsure on what to reply.
Ambre smiles gently.
«Our Sibylle is confused, girls, so now each of us will tell her what would be your criteria for deciding which man to choose if you were her. Me first: I would choose the man with whom I don't fear to show my worst sides. Your turn.» says Ambre pointing a finger to the woman sitting closest to her. It's a neighbor lady, the one that lives front door.
«Oh, well, I'm not sure, let's see
—
I would choose the one who gushes over me the most.»
Ambre nods and points another neighbor lady, the one that lives the apartment below Sibylle's.
«Well, I think I would choose the one that doesn't judge me but rather tries to understand me.»
«I would choose the most romantic.» says the other neighbor lady.
«I would choose the one who makes me laugh the most.» says the last neighbor lady.
«Choose the most well equipped, honey, if you know what I mean.» tells the blonde drag queen, winking at her.
«What are you saying, silly! Choose the one that kiss you more often, dear.» affirms the dark haired drag queen.
Nora raises her hands and asserts:
«Well, you know what do I think about your ex-husband, Sibylle. So: anyone but Claude. You are much better off alone.»
«Yeah, agree. Even a ostrich in heat would be better than him.» observes Virginie.
«A hungry zombie would be better than him.» adds Nora.
«A human sized cockroach would be better than him!» continues Virginie.
«A broken dildo would be better than
—
»
«Idiots, please.» reproaches them Alma, stroking Sibylle's arm.
«Fine», snorts Virginie, «I would choose the one able to apologize.»
«I would choose the one with whom I see myself getting older and taking long walks in the wood, hand in hand, talking about the past with a smile upon my face.» tells her Alma.
Sibylle smiles, imagining her friend doing that with Guillaume, his father. That man really deserves another change to be happy and in love.
Ambre points at Nymphe, who shrugs.
«I think I would choose the one able to understand when is the time to be sweet and when to be cruel; the one I still love even when he hurts me.»
The other women comment those words with different points of view, then it's the turn of Saphir. The woman turns to look at Sibylle.
«I would choose Drakkar.»
Virginie and Nora cheer at those words, clapping their hands. Sibylle is astonished to hear that, and Saphir continues:
«I understood you were talking about him. It's true that I don't know the other man, but I know Drakkar. And no one is like Drakkar. I would choose another man only if my husband would be still alive.»
«The other man is my husband. Well, my ex-husband now.»
Saphir raises an eyebrow.
«The man that made you believe for years that your vagina was ugly?»
Sibylle tightens her lips, and Ambre asks her:
«Please, Sibylle, describe these two men. Start with their physical features.»
«Well, as I said I never seen the face of one of them, so I don't know how he looks. And my friends that have seen them don't want to tell me if he is good looking or not.»
Virginie shakes her head and looks the other women.
«She wants to know if he is handsome! Ha! He is not handsome, he is male, masculine, virile! He is the alpha-male par excellence! That man has so much testosterone that if he shares it with all the other men on Earth he still would have enough to be the manliest of them all! I would fall to his feet just for his gaze, for his voice! Oh, yes,that voice... And that colossal body! He looks like a giant rugby player!»
«He is a rugby player too.» reveals Sibylle.
Saphir nods: well, it seems that Drakkar told her many things about himself, that's strange, he never does with anyone.
«Oh my
—
», says Virginie, «Another thousand point on his virility! What do you want, Sibylle? I would fall in love with him just for his way to say my name
!
Oh, girls, if I had a pussy I would be wet by now, but since I still have a penis
—
», she gets up showing them her erection from under the blue sequins dress, making the women laugh and cheer.
«But even Claude is a fascinating man.» complains Sibylle.
Nora puts a finger in her mouth imitating gagging noises.
«How is it possible that you never saw his face?» asks the blonde neighbor lady.
«He always wears something that covers his face: a mask, a balaclava.» explains Sibylle.
«Oh!» exclaim all four the neighbor ladies.
«Then he must be the attractive young man with the black balaclava that we meet one morning, while you were sleeping.» says one of them.
Sibylle is shocked.
«You met him?»
«Yes. One morning he opened the door because he heard us chatting on the floor landing. We were worried about you because we heard you screaming the night before.»
Virginie and Nora yell a: “
Yes!
”.
«Did your husband make you scream of pleasure, Sibylle?» asks Saphir drinking from her crystal glass while stroking Chocolat.
«Yes!» replies Sibylle. «Well, just at the beginning of our relationship.» adds soon after.