"Paris, '43" (closed)

[HumanBean]

"Paris, '43"

(closed)​

Jesse Cramer hurried down the boulevard, trying not to look like he was hurrying. The last thing a downed American pilot wanted in downtown Paris in 1943 was to gain attention from the wrong sorts. Those sorts, of course, included German soldiers, the Nazi Gestapo, or those French who were collaborating -- voluntarily or not so much so -- with either of the first two groups.

He had a destination, of course, and while he wasn't entirely certain exactly where he was, he thought he was close. No one had seemed to be paying him much attention thus far. Checking the street signs and recalling the instructions he'd been given back in London before taking flight, Jesse turned right at a major intersection -- only to find himself staring at a very serious looking check point in the middle of the block ahead.

He froze in place, panicked. Then, reminding himself that panic was the enemy, he dropped to one knee, pretended to be tying his boot, and looked around casually for a safer direction to head. It was then that he caught sight of a young man heading directly at him, staring at him intently. Jesse stood tall again, looked about himself casually for any obvious dangers, then looked back to the rapidly approaching man.

"Come with me," the man said upon reaching Jesse; his accent was heavily and thankfully French. The man grasped Jesse by the elbow and turned him around forcefully. As he pulled Jesse back the way he'd come, the other man repeated, "Come with me."

The Frenchman directed the American toward and through the entrance of a cafe, winding through the mostly empty tables into a hallway, and onward still until they were exiting the establishment and once again outdoors, though this time in a narrow alley that was otherwise devoid of people.

The man turned to Jesse and asked with a gruff tone, "What kind of dog does Francois have?"

Jesse initially looked confused and was about to ask the man what he was talking about. Then, with sudden and obvious recollection of the protocols he'd been taught, he responded, "Francois doesn't have a dog. He has a cat. And it's an ugly one."

The Frenchman smiled, took and shook Jesse's hand energetically, and said, "Bon, très bon ... very good. I am Jules. I am very happy to ... um, faites votre connaissance ... make your acquaintance ... meet you?"

"Yes, make your acquaintance," Jesse confirmed. "Me, too, to you. Very happy to meet you."

Jules again grasped Jesse and urged him down the alley, saying, "Nous devons nous dépêcher. We hurry. No stay on street. The Germans know that an English reconnaissance plane crashed on the outskirts of Paris. They are looking for you everywhere."

The Frenchman led the American on a serpentine route down alleys and through buildings. He occasionally spoke very briefly with others inside or outside the buildings, asking for updates on the German patrols and check points. They backtracked twice and stood in place once until they were told the coast was clear.

Finally, they entered the back of a building that Jesse would later learn had been a luxury residential hotel before the German occupation of Paris. Jules led him as far as a drapery filling a doorway, then told him, "Stay here. Wait. Keep silent. No English! You know a bit of French, yes?"

"A little bit, yes," Jesse said, searching his brain for the translation and repeating, "Je parle un peu français, oui."

"You no speak to anyone unless must," Jules told him before turning and surging through the drapery, abandoning Jesse.

The involuntarily grounded volunteer pilot stayed silent and still for a couple of minutes, only moving closer to the drapery when he thought he heard men speaking German. He stepped up to the drapery and pulled it open just enough to peek out. His eyes and mouth opened wide in shock at the sight of more than two dozen German soldiers; he would quickly come to realize they were all officers, with two tables of them being Gestapo.

After a longer and closer study of the scene before him, Jesse came to realize that he'd been brought to a cabaret/brothel. There were nearly as many women as there were men, and most of them were dressed to show off their delicious curves; some were lacking some articles of clothing -- dresses, skirts, or blouses -- revealing a bit more flesh that would be socially permissible any where other than in a cat house or a bedroom.

Jesse nearly jumped out of his boots when a nearby door swung open unexpectedly, revealing Jules, who smiled, apologized for the fright, and waved Jesse forward. The American followed, and after a short walk down a back hall, he passed through yet another door -- and found himself almost face to face with the most beautiful woman he'd seen in a very, very long time.

 

[PennySaver]

Marie struck a seductive pose, waiting for Jules to escort their visitor to the back hall. When Jesse appeared, she looked him up and down with a feigned expression of hunger. She was supposed to be meeting him in character, of course; she was a whore and nothing more, as far as the Germans in the parlor were concerned.

Her smile widened at the American's obvious shock at seeing her. She appreciated when men appreciated her. More specifically, she appreciated the money and consumer goods they turned over to her for services rendered. She had a brief verbal exchange with Jules while maintaining her gaze on Jesse. The French man looked to Jesse, bid him farewell, and disappeared back down the hallway through which they'd arrived here.

Without a word, Marie gestured Jesse to the stairs. She took him by the hand with a gentle, even intimate clutching. She led him up the stairs to a door at the end of the hallway. There, she leaned in close and whispered, "No English."

Beyond the door was a lavishly appointed bed chamber that lay somewhere between private living space and brothel work location. A young woman perhaps 12 or 13 was busy filling a wooden bathing tub with hot water from a large kettle being heated in a large fireplace.

Marie spoke to the girl, not knowing whether or not her guest understand enough French to follow the conversation. She told the girl to finish her work quickly so that she -- Marie -- could service a new client. "Bring us a platter of food and a bottle of wine and glasses. Tell Antoinette I'm with a special client and might be busy all night."

The girl acknowledged the orders, finished warming the tub, and hurried for the door. Marie turned and spoke to Jesse in French at a speed that only someone fluent in the language would likely follow. As the girl departed, Marie lifted a finger to her lips to silence Jesse. She closed the door. She took his hand, led him to the tub, and in English whispered, "You must bathe."

She studied his reaction and smiled. "Is brothel. You take off clothes ... bathe ... get in bed."

To ensure the man understood, Marie moved closer to help him strip. She whispered again in English, "My chambermaid, Celeste ... she informs to a German SS officer on what happens here. Must let her think you are new client." Her smile widened wickedly. "You here to be sucked and fucked ... yes?"

 

[HumanBean]

Jesse was confused in so many different ways. The instructions he'd been given in London should he find himself on the ground near Paris had in no way included a brothel full of German officers nor taking off all of his clothes before a beautiful, sexy prostitute in preparation for taking a pre-sex bath.

Before he could even formulate a thought, let alone respond verbally to this goddess of a woman who was in there process of stripping him naked, Marie had removed Jesse's satchel and overcoat from his shoulders and was unzipping the vest that -- like the rest of his outer layer of clothes -- he'd stolen from a little unoccupied shack of a home on the edge of town after hurrying away from his downed and burning surveillance plane.

As the vest left his shoulders and there French whore began to unbutton his two-sizes-too-large shirt, Jesse snatched her delicate and nimble hands in his own trembling ones to stop her from continuing the undressing of his form.

"I ... I, I don't understand," he whispered in English. He struggled for the French words for what he wanted to say, failed to find them, and finally -- after looking toward the closed door for any sign of the young informant -- whispered, again in English, "What's happening?"

 

[PennySaver]

Marie was confused as well. She didn't see anything incomprehensible about what she was suggesting to the man. She glanced to her wrists, which were still being held, even though it was gently so. When Jesse released his hold, Marie began her explanation once more, slower this time.

"You need to look like a client," she told him as she loosed a shirt button, then another, then continuing. "I will undress you ... put you in a hot, soothing bath ... dry you ... and take you to my bed."

With his shirt now fully unfastened, Marie reached up to slowly pull it from his shoulders; she looked into his eyes for not just Jesse's understanding but his acceptance as well. If she got both, she would continue undressing him until he was ready to slip down into the hot tub of water.

 

[HumanBean]

Jesse's heart pounded so hard he could feel and hear it throughout his body. He had reason to be anxious, of course: he was a college graduate, a trained pilot, and a American volunteer to Britain's RAF reconnaissance division, and yet Jesse had never been seen naked by a woman.

His shirt slid off his shoulders, with Marie laying it over the back of a nearby chair. In addition to the rapidly pounding heart, he felt a trembling throughout him, too. Marie urged him back a step into a chair, where she knelt down to begin untying his boots. It was now that he became very aware of the rock-hard erection lifting the front of his slacks. He laid his hands in his crotch in an attempt to make his excitement less obvious. It didn't work, though. Marie's gaze lifted upwards, and her reaction told him that the growth there was all too obvious.

His boots were set aside, with his socks quickly following. If his mind hadn't been on other embarrassments, Jesse might have caught the scent of his feet and footwear and added that to his shame.

Marie urged him back to his feet, going to work at his waist: she unbuckled, unbuttoned, and unzipped him with deftly working hands. Again, just before his slacks fell away, Jesse reached for Marie, halting the stripping. He met her eyes with his own, contemplated his situation, then said softly, "I should probably tell you something."

Jesse stared into Marie's eyes for a moment, choosing his words in English, then -- as she'd instructed -- tried to find their translations to French. That wasn't happening, though, so he simply spoke in his given language, "I've never ... I've never been with a girl before ... a woman. Do you know what that means ... been with?"

Despite being all he was and 23 years of age to boot, Jesse's sole experience with the opposite sex had begun and ended making out in the back seat of his father's Nash with Angela Roberts during his freshman year at university.

This was not how Jesse had imagined getting naked with a woman the first time. He was in a French brothel in German-occupied Paris -- an establishment that apparently serviced only the enemy, the Krauts -- being undressed by a prostitute with whom he'd shared fewer than 50 words. At any moment, he could be discovered by the Gestapo, jailed, questioned, tortured, and then -- because he was in civilian dress and not in uniform -- tried, sentenced, and executed for spying.

And there was one thing more, of course: Marie hadn't actually said that he was going to have sex this night. She'd only said that he needed to look like a man who'd come to the brothel for sex. Was he about to lose his virginity? Or was he only getting naked for appearance's sake?

 

[PennySaver]

Marie had indeed noticed the activity taking place in the crotch of the American's pants. She smiled up to him, as she would have with any man. She would have been concerned or even offended if her looks and actions did nothing to push a man into a state of excitement as his swelling cock was presenting.

She smiled at his question and answered, "Oui, I know been with."

Marie had serviced her share of inexperienced men during her time as a prostitute, a career that had started long before the war broke out. Yet, it still came as a surprise when Jesse made his admission. He seemed too old and too handsome to have never known a woman willing and able, even anxious, to let him slip his cock into her warm, wet hole.

She smiled a bit wider as she contemplated the same thing Jesse had. Marie had never told him he was going to get laid tonight. She'd only said he needed to go through the motions. She could have told him that now. Instead, she only continued to undress him until finally he was standing before her in nothing more than his tented boxer shorts.

Just then, there was a light knock on the door. It opened without a word of invitation from Marie, and a moment later Celeste entered, carrying a platter of food. She hesitated at the sight of the nearly naked man, dropping her gaze to the floor as she said, "Pardonnez-moi, je n’ai pas--"

Marie chastised the girl for her interruption, then told her to finish her duties quickly. Celeste delivered the platter, then returned to the hall for a second platter that held a bottle of wine and glasses. The girl apologized again, repeated her earlier bow of servitude, and hurried out -- but not before giving Jesse's face a serious look.

"Partir!" Marie growled, telling the girl to leave. As Celeste turned and hurried away, Marie told the girl that the client was paying for the whole night and that they were not to be bothered again unless Marie asked for service. Once they were alone again, Marie held a finger up to her lips to signal Jesse to be silent. She rose on her tippy toes and whispered, "She was ... étudiante ... studying, learning your face to report to her Gestapo contact."

Marie moved to the door, locked it, and returned. She whispered reassuringly, "You are safe here. But no more talk in English."

She took Jesse by the hand and led him across the room to the steaming tub. Gesturing, she said, "Montez. Vous avez besoin d’un bain. Vraiment. Mal."

Smiling, Marie pointed a finger at Jesse's feet, pinched her nose closed, giggled, and said, "Pieds puants ... stinky feet."

She stepped back to let Jesse remove his final article of clothing. But seeing hesitation, she turned away and crossed to the table of food to prepare him a small plate and a glass of wine. Behind her, she could hear the light splashing of water. She turned back to him and moved to sit on a stool next to the tub, picking a cracker with cheese on it and practically force feeding it to him. She nodded for his reaction, asking, "Bonne?"

Marie ate from the plate, too, as well as sipping from the one glass of wine she'd brought to the tub with her. When the plate was empty, she set it on the floor, stood, moved to Jesse's backside, and went to work wetting his head and washing his hair. She ran her soapy hands down his neck and over his shoulders, then leaned in much closer to caress her hands over his chest. Again, believing that Jesse understood the word, she asked, "Bonne?"

With as much of him washed as she could reach from behind him, Marie stood and walked to the door, calling for Celeste. Then, not waiting for the girl, Marie returned to the tub's edge and, looking into Jesse's eyes, began shedding her clothing. It took far less time for her to become naked than it had Jesse. By the time Celeste arrived, entered, and again dropped her gaze to the floor, Marie was stepping into the tub and dropping to her knees to sit between Jesse's parted and bent knees.

Marie gave the girl some terse orders before moving closer to the man before her. She retrieved the soap bar from the nearby stool, wetted it again, and began cleaning more of Jesse's body. As she did this, the other female in the room quickly moved a second stool up next to the tub and transferred all of the food and drink to it.

Again, Marie told Celeste to leave them alone. But just before the girl reached the door, Marie complimented her for her service and told her she'd get some extra coin the next day. Celeste seemed pleased, speaking to Marie and then Jesse, "Merci, ma dame. Bonne soirée, monsieur."

And then, the pair of them were alone again, in the tub, naked, with Marie smiling devilishly as she went about cleaning Jesse's body with the bar of soap and exploring hands.

 

[HumanBean]

(OOC: My writing partner thought I should make it clear that Celeste NEVER sees or gets involved in anything sexual, EVER!!)

"Oui, I know been with."

Marie's answer didn't surprise Jesse. In fact, he now felt a bit stupid having asked it. She'd probably heard every description of having sex, whether in French, English, or even German.

After the chambermaid delivered the food and drink and then departed, Marie explained Celeste's moment of studying his face: "She was ... étudiante ... studying, learning your face to report to her Gestapo contact."

"Gestapo...?" Jesse repeated, panicked. "Shouldn't I leave...? get out of here, before I'm caught?"
But Marie reassured him, "You are safe here. But no more talk in English."

She led him to the tub, teasing him about the scent rising from his feet. Jesse had noticed the smell, too, hoping Marie wouldn't. He had reason for being a bit rank, of course: he hadn't showered the day he flew away from England; he'd endured the fumes of his old, worn-out plane while flying over the channel and Western France; he'd crash landed in a swampy area outside Paris, having to swim and wade his way through the bog to dry -- or dryer -- land; and then -- after deciding to head for a Paris safehouse as opposed to a coastal and more distant one -- he'd spent two days hiding in forests, wetlands, and abandoned buildings.

The only thing clean about him were the clothes he'd stolen just a few hours before meeting up with Jules. He hesitated when Marie indicated that it was time to shed his last bit of clothing, and only after she'd turned away did he quickly shed the boxers and hurriedly slip down into the tub. The water was hot and delayed him from simply dunking himself beneath the surface. But once he was in it up to his chest, Jesse couldn't help but give out a long, conspicuous moan of delight.

Marie returned, asking, "Bonne?"

"Bonne," Jesse agreed. "Good ... very good."

He sunk deeper into the tub until only his head was above the water. Then, after a moment, even dropped it beneath the surface. He stayed under for a moment, reaching his fingers up and running them through his hair and over his scalp. It felt good, and he could have stayed where he was for hours. But the need to breath led to him rising upwards again, wiping the water from his eyes, and looking to Marie again. He smiled and said again, "Bonne."

They ate from the plate of treats the chambermaid delivered and sipped at the wine. Jesse found it intimate that they were drinking from the same glass, not that he had any experience with what was or wasn't intimate. Then, without him knowing it was coming, Marie was suddenly washing him, running shampoo through his hair and a bare bar of soap over his skin.

His cock, which had drooped a bit from being rock hard to simply partially swollen was suddenly stiff as a board again. He shifted the way he was sitting when he realized that the head of cock was somewhat visible just below the water surface. Jesse couldn't help but moan in pleasure at the feel of the woman's soapy hands caressing over his neck, his shoulders, his arms, his chest.

Just as quickly as it had started, the bath was interrupted; Marie went to the door to call in the chambermaid to move the food and drink up next to the tub for ease of consumption. But Jesse wasn't really paying attention to what Celeste was doing because Marie was getting naked! She climbed into the tub, slipping between Jesse's thighs; and after the chambermaid departed, she returned to washing his body.

Jesse's heart was again pounding fiercely. Marie was practically atop his manhood, and her firm, delicious breasts were just right there in front of his eyes. In fact, Jesse had a hard time not staring at the woman's tits; they were so perfect and, of course, they were the first pair he'd ever seen just out there before him.

His desire to reach out and take hold of Marie's beautiful orbs was building, but the question of what was what between them still hadn't been established. Jesse looked up into Marie's eyes, and when she met his gaze he asked in his best French, "Allons-nous avoir des relations sexuelles?"

 

[PennySaver]

Even before Jesse asked if the two of them were going to have sex, Marie had decided they were. A lot had gone into the decision. She was a prostitute, of course, so the transfer of something valuable to Marie was usually enough to part her thighs or lips or both.

In Jesse's case, though, it was his innocence. Marie found it endearing. And she wanted his first time to be special. Oh, Marie wasn't the girl next door from back home, of course. She wasn't the cute little thing Jesse had seen in school every day. She wasn't his first kiss, his first caress, or his first grope.

But, she was a professional. And she was fairly confident that she could make Jesse's first time very memorable. She looked into Jesse's eyes, gave him a flirty smile, and asked, "Voulez-vous faire l’amour avec moi, Jesse?"

His reaction told Marie that he might not have understood enough of her words to realize she was asking what he wanted. Moving slowly forward, Marie pressed her belly between Jesse's thighs until she was laying upon his cock. Now, just inches from his face, she translated her previous question in a whisper she didn't think an eavesdropper could here beyond the door or wall, "Would you like make love with me, Jesse?"

Before he could answer either way, she pressed her lips to his in a soft but erotic kiss.

 

[HumanBean]

Jesse hadn't understood Marie's response in French well enough to know whether she'd said yes or no to them making love ... or maybe something totally different. But when she moved up in between his parted thighs -- pressing against his rock-hard cock in a way that sent an almost painful shiver up his spine -- and asked Would you like make love with me, Jesse?, there was no question at all about what his answer would be.

And then, she was kissing him. Marie's lips felt so unbelievable upon his own. He'd kissed a girl before -- French Kissed it had been called, though, of course, it had had nothing to do with France. But the way this French girl -- this French woman kissed him -- was a different and unexpected level of heaven that Jesse had never imagined before. Her tongue, her lips, her tits against his chest, her belly upon his cock ... it was simply magical.

Even before Marie ceased the kiss, Jesse began nodding his head up and down energetically. He whispered anxiously, "Oui ... OUI! Um ... S’il vous plaît."

 

[PennySaver]

Marie smiled wide, pleased with Jesse's eagerness. She pressed her mouth to his again for a long kiss with plenty of erotic tongue play. All the while, she was moving her torso up and down his own. His cock, trapped between them, twitched hard enough that Marie could feel it.

But the fun was interrupted by a hard knock at the door. It was no normal knock, though. There were three fast knocks, a pause, two more, a second pause, and a final single knock.

By the time silence returned, Marie was already rising hurriedly out of the tub, commanding Jesse in panicked whisper, "Sortez, sortez...! Out! Now!"

Marie hurried to hooks on a nearby wall, snatched up a long, silk robe, and slipped into it while also stepping into some slippers. She looked to Jesse with the panic still in her face. She gestured him to her with a frantic wave, then turned back to the wall. With the tug of one of the empty hooks, a secret passage opened. She grasped Jesse and pulled him behind her into the near darkness beyond.

"Venez, tranquillement," she whispered. She again held a finger to her lips, indicating silence. Closing the secret door behind them, Marie hesitated to let their eyes adjust to the low light level. She whispered again, "Follow me, silently."

Marie headed down the secret passage a few yards and turned left. She hurried a dozen yards or so down the second passage. She stopped where a thin shaft of light was illuminating the dust floating in the passage. Pressing her eye to the hold in the wall, Marie studied the room beyond for a long moment.

She again lifted her finger to her lips as she pulled on a string. Yet another secret passage opened. Without hesitation, Marie pulled Jesse through. Their new location was a laundry storage room. It was filled with bedding and clothing. There were other things, too, though: boxes, crates, and sacks filled with all sorts of resources.

Following the occupation of Paris by the Germans, it had become difficult to get many of the things that Parisians had previously taken for granted. Marie had learned that physical goods were the new currency.

Once they were both inside the room, Marie pulled a crate out from one of the walls. She pressed on the wall at knee height. Yet another secret door opened up. This one was small, though, barely three feet across and tall from the floor.

"À l’intérieur, dépêchez-vous," Marie whispered, translating, "Inside, hurry. Hurry!"

Marie didn't lead Jesse in this time, though. Beyond the door was a space barely three feet wide and 8 feet long. The layer of thick dust on the floor revealed that someone else had recently been hidden there.

"Tranquille," she whispered, her finger again at her lips. "Stay. I will come."

And with that, she put the door back and slid the crate up against it again. From beyond the door, Jesse could likely hear Marie rushing back the way from which they'd come.

 

[HumanBean]

Jesse had never enjoyed such pleasure as he was with Marie massaging his cock between their bellies...

And then, it ended in a flash, not in a euphoric explosion of ecstasy but in Marie suddenly abandoning what she was doing to him and hopping from the bathtub!

Jesse feared the worse immediately: the Germans knew he was here! Just as quickly as Marie had evacuated the tub, he did, too. He snatched up clothes, one article after another, and looked to Marie just as she was opening a secret entrance, telling him, "Venez, tranquillement ... follow me, silently."

Still naked, he followed Marie through the dark to a storage room. Just as in the bathtub, Jesse's heart was beating like a jackhammer. It was the same feeling ... and at the same time, it wasn't.

"À l’intérieur, dépêchez-vous," Marie whispered as she opened yet another secret door. "Inside, hurry. Hurry!"

Jesse entered the little hidden room without question; he trusted that Marie knew what she was doing. She again warned, "Tranquille."

Jesse did as Marie told him, sitting there in the darkness in silence as his eyes again adjusted to the darkness. He found the space to be about the size of a normal bedroom closet, making Jesse wonder if perhaps it had been just that before being walled off to hide things ... and people. There were signs -- disruption of the dust on the floor, one of which was conspicuously a handprint -- that told Jesse someone else had been here recently.

After sitting there for several minutes, a disturbing thought filled Jesse's mind: was the last person to hide in here also a man who had previously been naked in Marie's bathtub, getting his cock massaged on the way to a most spectacular orgasm? It was a silly thought, of course. Marie was a prostitute; pleasuring men was her job. Jesse had neither reason nor right to be jealous of any other man she serviced. Yet, still ... well ... she would have been his first, if it hadn't been for the untimely interruption by the Germans.

Moving as quietly as he could, Jesse began donning the rest of his clothes. He realized his boxers were missing and couldn't recall having picked them up on the floor. And he was missing a sock, too, though he did remember having both of them when he entered the passageway from Marie's room. He set the present sock aside, donning his boots bare.

Then, all he could do was sit there in the dark and wait. He could hear the muffled music from downstairs, as he had from the tub in Marie's room; and occasionally he could hear people pass by his hiding space down one of the nearby halls. Time was crawling, and it seemed as though hours had passed, even though it had likely only been minutes.

Jesse hadn't donned his jacket. He instead rolled it up and laid down, using it as a pillow. More time passed, though again, he was uncertain just how much had, when he awoke with a start at a loud, hard banging. He sat up quickly, then froze. His heart again pounding hard and fast again.

He quickly realized that there were people in the storage room just beyond his secret door, and they were speaking a mix of German and French. He made out two distinct male voices and one female one; one of the men was speaking French in response to things the woman was saying, while also speaking German to the other male. Jesse was certain that they were searching the storage room for him and it was only a matter of time before they moved the big crate and found the hidden doorway.

 

[PennySaver]

(OOC: My writing partner and I realize that some conversations between the characters will be held in French or German, and that it is awkward to always include explanations that those conversations are being held in those languages. So, we will instead precede conversations in French by F and those in German by G. Once dialogue has been indicated as such, subsequent dialogue will not be indicated as such and can simply be assumed to be in that language.)

Marie had arrived back at her room just moments before there was a pounding on the door. On the way to answer it, she caught sight of herself in a mirror on the wall. Her robe was visibly covered with spider webs and dust. She shed the robe, stuffing it into a drawer, and opened the door a crack.

A Gestapo agent and two other German officers stood at the door. Behind them was Michelle, one of the brothel's more senior hostesses. Behind her was Celeste.

F -- "Open," the Gestapo officer demanded, "and step aside."

He didn't wait for Marie to do as commanded. He pushed the door open and surged inside. He took notice of Marie's nudity and stopped, looking her up and down. She held one arm across her bosom, hiding her nipples. Her second hand hid her crotch. She might have been a whore who'd been naked with many men in the past, but she was still modest in some respects.

G -- "Search it," the Gestapo agent told the two German officers who'd entered behind him. The pair also took note of Marie's state of undress. But they quickly went to work as their superior demanded, "Search it!"

The men looked behind or under furniture. They opened and rummaged through drawers and the free-standing wardrobes. They pulled the latter out from the walls, looking for secret passages.

The other two women had joined Marie in the middle of the room. Without being directed to do so, Michelle had found another robe and now helped Marie into it. Michelle, who knew of Jesse's presence in the brothel, looked very worried. Celeste, however, almost looked giddy.

Marie pretended not to notice the younger girl's delight. The chambermaid's connection to the Gestapo agent was something about which Marie pretended to be unaware. It was beneficial to Marie and the Résistance to know which of their French friends were actually foes.

And Marie had little concern that the men would find the secret door or passage. It was expertly concealed. And Celeste knew nothing of it.

The Gestapo agent had been milling about aimlessly. He turned to face Marie but said nothing. He only smirked a bit, confident that they were about to find that for which they were searching.

The German pair finished their work. They looked to their superior and shrugged their shoulders. The Gestapo agent's happy smile disappeared. He chastised, "Look harder!"

"There's nothing here, sir," one of the officers said. "We can search it over again if you wish, but..."

The agent half turned toward the still-open bed chamber door, telling the other two Germans, "Leave us."

Once they were gone, the man in black approached Marie. He stared into her eyes for a long moment but said nothing. He let his gaze drop to her bosom. Despite the robe, her cleavage was still well and proudly displayed.

Marie expected the man to make his accusations. He said nothing, though. And she knew why. It wasn't in his best interest to let Marie know specifically what he was after. It was better for her to be concerned about anything and everything in which she and her cohort might be involved.

Then, just as suddenly as he'd arrived, the Gestapo agent was gone. Marie looked to each of the two women. She smiled, pleased with what she saw. Michelle now wore a happy or perhaps simply relieved smile. Celeste, however, appeared disappointed. Marie couldn't help but wonder what the girl stood to benefit if she helped the Germans uncover a Résistance cell.

Marie took the teen into her arms, hugging her. F "Do not be afraid, sucrée. The Germans, they do this to keep us fearful. I will keep you safe." She kissed Celeste's forehead, patted her on the butt, laughed, and told her, "Get back to your work."

Once the girl was gone, Marie closed the door and whispered Jesse's location to Michelle. "Go downstairs, mingle with the customers. Keep your ears open."

Marie donned a more appropriate robe for wandering about in public. She headed out of her room heading for the storage room. But she didn't make a beeline for it. Instead, she used two halls and two staircases. When she arrived at the hall on which the storage room sat, she stopped short.

Two German soldiers stood in the hall. They turned her way. She smiled, then approached them. As she did, two officers and one of her girls emerged from the room. Marie's heart was pounding, much like Jesse's. She was certain they had found the American. Yet, they closed the door behind them without Jesse. The girl with them made a familiar gesture with her hand, telling Marie that all was well.

G "Are you finding all you need, gentlemen?" she asked. They said nothing, only staring at her. She told the girl who'd been escorting them, F "Be sure these men have anything they need."

She reached out to conspicuously caress a hand over the whore's waist in an intimate way. Looking to the soldiers again, Marie said, G "This girl will take care of you, boys."

The whore took each of the soldiers by hand to lead them down the hallway. Marie didn't see whether they went along with her. She'd turned back the way she'd come. Around the corner, she waited. Then, she returned to the storage room.

"Jesse...?" she asked. When he responded, she told him, "Stay here, stay quiet. I'll be back soon. Trust me. You're safe here."

 

[HumanBean]

"Jesse...?"

Hesitating for fear of being heard by someone other than Marie, then realizing that she wouldn't have said his name it it wasn't safe, Jesse whispered, "I'm here."

"Stay here, stay quiet," she told him. "I'll be back soon."

Panic filled Jesse without haste; she was going to leave him again. He whispered again, this time with obvious anxiety, "Please, don't leave me here."

She told him reassuringly, "Trust me. You're safe here."

He was going to ask how long, but Jesse could here Marie already moving for the door. He sat there for a few minutes silent and still before finally using his rolled-up coat to lay down again. He listened to the sounds of footsteps and muffled voices from all over the building, along with the muted music from downstairs. He tried to imagine what was happening; the assumption was that the Germans were continuing to tear the building apart, looking for him.

How had they found him? Celeste? That seemed obvious to him. Marie had said that the girl's informant status with the Gestapo was known to her. Jesse couldn't fathom that Marie kept the girl on. Sure, he understood the whole keep your enemies closer bit. But still, it seemed dangerous, not only for Jesse and anyone else who might use this faction of the Résistance, but to Marie and her compatriots, too.

At some point, Jesse drifted off; it had been almost two days since he'd slept. He awoke with a start at the sound of the crate opposite the secret door opening. When the panel pulled away, Michelle was smiling to him, waving him out. "Venir. Viens avec moi. Come."

Jesse crawled out and -- while the prostitute was securing the hole again -- brushed the dust from his clothes and skin. They used the secret passage once again, but instead of returning to Marie's room, they went to Michelle's. The young woman told Jesse, "Stay. Sleep. Marie will come to you soon." She indicated a platter on a stand near the bed. "Food. Wine. Water. Sleep now."

"What happened?" he asked, desperate for answers. "Were they looking for me?"

Michelle only told him, "Eat. Drink. Sleep. Marie will come soon."

She surprised Jesse by moving close, standing on her toes, and kissing him on the cheek. She smiled before heading for the door, her final words being, "You're safe here."

Jesse just stood there for the longest time before finally doing as the prostitute had told him. He filled his belly and swallowed down most of the corked bottle. He wasn't much of a wine drinker, but any form of alcohol right now was welcome. He found the bedroom's ensuite and -- like his earlier nap -- took a well-deserved crap. There was a shower, too, and despite having had an equally needed -- and erotic -- bath earlier, Jesse stripped down to wash away the dust and cobwebs from the hidey hole.

After that, Jesse dried and headed out into the bedroom, still naked. He drank some of the water, stuffed his mouth again, then slipped into the bed. He was out cold again in no time at all.

 

[PennySaver]

It wasn't long after Jesse had fallen asleep that Marie and Michelle returned to the room together. The former stood over the sleeping American, studying him. The latter gathered up his clothes for laundering elsewhere in the building.

F "Is it safe to move him?" Michelle asked. "The Germans are--"

"No," Marie cut in. "He must stay here until the Germans have moved on."

She meant the Germans specifically looking for Jesse, of course. The Germans who patronized the brothel weren't going anywhere any time soon.

Even the presence of the latter made keeping the American here much longer dangerous for all concerned. Yet that was what they did, Marie and Michelle, the others; the Résistance.

(OOC: Not done yet. I'm on my phone, which doesn't have access to my pic app, which I need to complete my contribution. I will put up another post in about 10 minutes.)

 

[PennySaver]

Marie returned to studying the sleeping man again while Michelle went off to gather more suitable and better fitting clothes for Jesse when he awoke. The brothel kept a very deep closet of both men's and women's clothing.

When the younger prostitute returned, Marie gestured her closer with a curling finger. Smiling and nodding her head toward Jesse, she whispered, "He's never been with a woman."

Michelle almost laughed aloud. She asked puzzled, "How can that be?"

Marie shrugged, giggled, and whispered again, "I think we need to fix this."

Michelle studied Jesse as Marie had been. Then, suddenly, it occurred to her what Marie meant. She asked her superior in the house, "You mean I should fix this?"

Marie gave the younger woman a knowing look. She patted Michelle on the butt and, with authority, said, "If he wants you..." She didn't finish the sentence, adding, "Why don't you slip in beside him and see what happens."

Michelle quietly argued, "I have customers downstairs waiting for me. The Leutnant with the wart should be here already, and Oberst Teeny Cock always comes on--"

"Stay here with our American friend," Marie again cut in. "Tend to his needs, should he express them. I'll see that the Leutnant and Oberst are tended to."

Michelle started, "But...!

But Marie knew what was coming and once more interrupted, "You'll get paid. Relax."

Marie turned and departed, leaving the younger whore behind to do her job. Michelle returned to staring down upon the American for a minute or so. Then, stripping down to her birthday suit, Michelle slipped into the bed next to Jesse. He didn't wake. But his movements and soft, murmuring sound told her that he understood, subconsciously, that she was there.

She snuggled up close to him, laying one hand over his chest and one leg over his knee. Then, she waited...

Like Jesse, though, Michelle had been in need for some sleep. She drifted off a few minutes after laying next to Jesse. She had no idea how long they'd been together like that when he shifted and awoke her. She looked to the windows to find it dark outside, meaning at least a couple of hours had passed.

Jesse blinked his eyes awake, pulling his head back to focus on Michelle's face. She smiled and sat up on one elbow. The bedding fell away, revealing her young, firm bosom. She whispered, "Bonjour, Jesse."

Moving closer, she kissed him softly. At the same time, the hand laying on his chest began caressing its way down his belly toward his groin. If Jesse did nothing to stop her, she would ultimately take hold of his cock and begin pleasuring it.

 

[HumanBean]

Jesse's dreams were varied and incredible, including rapidly changing scenes, characters, and activities: he was in London, Paris, Portland (his hometown in Oregon back in the USA), and locations that were likely fictitious in nature; he spent time with Marie, Celeste, German soldiers, and friends and family, as well as strangers, some of whom didn't seem normal in a human way; and he was flying through the sky on strange aircraft, falling to the ground to bounce like a ball, running through swampy woods shooting 18th century firearms, and ... finally, a bit of delight ... laying naked with a multitude of women -- and men, too -- in an incredible orgy that somehow involved barking dogs, machine guns, ropes and other binding instruments, blood, and almost firehose-quantities of cum spraying all about, sometimes from his own cock, sometimes from the cocks of other men, and sometimes from the pussies of screaming women.

When he flashed awake at the realization that he wasn't alone in the bed, all of those subconscious memories flashed through his head in an instance. Then, as he cleared his eyes to see Michelle beside him, he only became even more confused than he had been in his restless state of sleep.

Michelle purred to him "Bonjour, Jesse." She sat up and kissed him. Jesse reflected her lips' activity with his own, but his mind was still swimming too crazily to pursue anything more intimately at the moment.

Then, he realized that her hand was slipping down his front side. Again, he did nothing, and a moment later his head dropped back into the pillow at the magical and very conscious pleasure of the prostitute taking hold of his cock. Jesse groaned deep and long at the tightening grip of Michelle's fingers around his shaft; it had already been hard as a rock as a response to his orgy dream, and yet somehow it still seemed to enlarge further as she began stroking most of its length.

What Michelle was doing to him was do delightful that it never once occurred to Jesse to wonder why the younger, tall, thin blonde was in bed with him rather than the slightly older, significantly shorter, more voluptuous brunette. He only laid back, moaned deeply, and shifted his hips up and down to oppositely mirror the young woman's manipulations.

It didn't take long for the pleasure to begin welling quickly toward orgasm, something with which Jesse was familiar from his years of self-pleasuring. His head fell back farther in the pillows and his back arched a bit, and with a great grunt he didn't even consider muting, Jesse reveled in euphoria as his cock began leaping violently in the whore's grip. His head spun from the ecstasy exploding through his body as his moans of delight continued; his cock jerked again and again and again, urged on by the prostitute's continued, full-length strokes.

Eventually, spent, Jesse sank back into the bedding, panting deeply; his body trembled from head to toe, and his brain swam in a pleasure he'd never experienced before, even by his own hand. And ... he simply drifted off again...

 

[PennySaver]

Michelle hadn't seen Jesse naked as her superior had so many hours earlier. Taking hold of the man's cock was the first opportunity to judge just how manly Mother Nature had made him. As he swelled within her fingers, Michelle smiled with appreciation. He was long and thick once fully swollen.

She generally preferred her men smaller in both length and girth. They had less of a physical effect on her pussy or in her mouth when she serviced them. It allowed her to please more customers each day. She was, after all, a whore first and Résistance operative second.

In this case, however, she was perfectly fine with the American being well endowed. First, he wasn't actually inside her, was he? Stroking his length from balls to bulb and back, Michelle actually found it easier to pleasure Jesse because of his size. And second, once he'd fallen back into the bed, grunting and moaning in ecstasy as that massive cock leapt in her hand, Michelle had a good idea that she was done for now. Jesse would sleep off his orgasm, and while he did, she would slip out of the bed and get onto other customers.

It wasn't long before Jesse was essentially unconscious from the badly needed euphoria. Michelle slid her hand away from the American's groin, finding she'd avoided most of his thick, gooey jizz. Knowing that the bedding would now have to be changed anyway, she wiped the goop from her hand, got up, and dressed again. She gave Jesse one last look, smiling down to him. He looked so satisfied. She couldn't help but imagine how he'd appear after one of the brothel's whore put him inside one of her holes for an even meaningful event.

After cleaning her hands in the ensuite and dabbing on some more perfume, Michelle headed downstairs to the parlor. The brothel was more crowded than normal, with a great number of faces the whore didn't recognize. Marie was standing at the bar, talking to a pair of the brothel's male employees. She caught sight of Michelle and grimaced, angry that the girl was down here as opposed to being upstairs with the Allied pilot.

The more senior whore gestured the less so one over. She whispered, F "Why aren't you--?"

"He's asleep," Michelle cut in. She smiled wickedly. "He's very happy." She didn't tell Marie that she'd only serviced the American with hand job. Why should she? Jesse was satisfied, was he not? Michelle glanced about, then asked, "Are they still looking for our new friend?"

"Yes," Marie confirmed. "We need to act normally."

"I understand," Michelle said as she looked out upon the Krauts who'd come here with money and lust. She looked to Marie before heading out, reminding her, "I gave up money to serve Jesse."

After Marie nodded her recollection of the deal they'd made upstairs, Michelle She began a slow, seductive walk out through the tables. The customers were exclusively Germans. Most of them were in uniform. And most of them were Gestapo.

She wandered until one of them snatched her by the wrist and pulled her into his lap. She laughed with him, leaned in to whisper lewd thoughts, then stood to lead him away. Passing by Marie, she winked, whispering, "Just another day."

Marie stayed downstairs another few minutes before heading up to the other whore's bedroom. She found Jesse still sound asleep, snoring even, though lightly. She ordered one of the younger chambermaids to bring more food, water, and wine to the room. After that, she slipped off all of her clothes save for her panties and slipped into the bed. She cuddled up close to Jesse and joined him in sleep.

 

[HumanBean]

The combination of the need for sleep and the most incredible orgasm he'd ever experienced put Jesse's lights out for several hours. Once during the night, he half woke to feel a warm female body up against him, and -- with the room in near darkness -- he assumed, incorrectly as he'd learn, that it was Michelle who was cuddled up against him. He wrapped his arm around her more tightly, pulling her delicious body to him, and closed his eyes once again.

He awoke with a start to the sound of movement in the bed chamber, opening his eyes to find the sky beyond the lacy shades red with the light of the dawning day. Looking about, he found an unknown woman tiptoeing around the room doing a variety of chores: hanging clothes, putting away linens, etc. She caught his eye, smiled, held her finger to her lips as she looked toward the other body in the bed, then went back to her duties.

It was only then that Jesse focused his eyes on his bed partner and found not the straight, blonde hair as he expected but curly, brunette hair instead. He tried to lift enough to see the woman's face -- she was turned away from him -- but her head was on his arm and his movement was restricted. The assumption was that it was Marie laying with him, but really, it could have been any dark headed female, couldn't it?

After the servant girl had departed, Jesse moved slowly and carefully to extricate his arm, then slid out of his side of the bed. His cock was at half-mast and threatening to stiffen even more as he contemplated his situation and found himself excited. Naked, he tiptoed around the end of the king sized bed until he was standing at the other side looking, as expected, at Marie. She looked so peaceful ... and so beautiful.

Jesse found himself conflicted about her: she'd been about to claim his virginity the night before, then instead sent Michelle to service him, which had been magnificent. He wondered, Am I still a virgin? He hadn't fucked Michelle, of course. But ... she'd beat him off, causing him to spew all over his belly. Jesse looked down and felt his abs; they were sticky with his dried cum, reminding him of the many, many times he'd masturbated himself to his only form of sex until last night.

Again tiptoeing, Jesse headed for the ensuite to shower again...

 

[PennySaver]

Marie had also awoken to the entrance of the servant girl. She made eye contact with the teen and smiled, then slowly reached a finger to her lips to indicate silence. The girl went on with her duties more carefully, as to not awake Marie's bed partner.

Of course, Jesse had heard the girl, too, and sat up. Marie pretended to be asleep, listening to and feeling his movements in the bed and later out of it. She could sense him circling the bed to check her out, yet maintained her dead-to-the-world appearance.

When she heard him close the bathroom door behind him was when she finally rolled over and looked for him. She laid back again, smiled, and even giggled a bit. His head had to be spinning with questions.

Hearing the shower water splashing onto the tiled floor, Marie slipped out of bed. She poured a cup of steaming coffee from the pot the girl had delivered earlier. At the window, she looked down on the crossroads below the brothel. All seemed to be back to normal. Marie presumed it was based on the fact that no one had woken her during the night with their concerns.

Topping off the mug, she made her way into the ensuite. Jesse didn't hear her enter, so he was surprised when she pulled the shower drape open. She stood there in only her panties and smile, sipping at the coffee. She offered the mug out, asking, "Café?"

Then, slipping out of the last bit of clothing on her delicious, curvy body, Marie stepped into the shower, pulled the drapery closed behind her, took the bar of soap, and set about sliding it all about his torso.

 

[HumanBean]

Jesse was deep in thought as Marie pulled the shower curtain open. After the initial surprise, his eyes opened wide at the sight of her nearly naked form. He opened his mouth to speak, hesitated, considered different things to say, and ultimately only said, "Good morning."

She offered out a mug of steaming coffee, asking, "Café?"

"Um, yes," he said, adding, "absolutely."

He pulled his eyes from her incredible tits long enough to set sight on and receive the offered container. He lifted it to his lips, watching as she slipped her thumbs into the waist band of her panties and pulled them off her hips and down her legs. The coffee failed to meet his lips, let alone pass through them, as he moved the mug aside to get a better view of Marie. He was surprised to see the "V" at the meeting of her thighs and belly smooth and free of hair. He'd heard from other guys back in London that French girls often shaved their pussies, particularly the professionals, but he was still surprised at the view.

Marie stepped into the shower, took the soap, and began running it all over him. Jesse held the cup aside to give her access, and only after she nodded her head at the mug did he finally get a taste. He moaned his appreciation, saying, "Good, very good ... um ... bon, très bon."

She turned him away from her and began soaping up his backside. Jesse reached a hand out to the tiled wall for support; the pleasure of the woman's soapy hands caressing over his body was nearly enough to make him collapse to the floor.

Jesse sipped at the coffee again, trying to act as if he wasn't totally enthralled by what Marie was doing to him. Then, offering the mug back to her, he asked, "Can I ask you about last night...?"

He did his best to repeat the question in French, not that he thought it was necessary to hide his American-ness in the shower. He turned to look into Marie's eyes again, took a quick glance down, then met her gaze again.

F "Michelle ... why you, why did she come to bed?" he asked, hoping he was speaking the right words. He didn't want to sound unappreciative for the other woman's presence and service, but instead only wanted to know Marie's thinking of passing off the pleasuring to someone else. Then, smiling with a bit of embarrassment in his expression, Jesse asked, "Am I still a virgin?"

 

[PennySaver]

"Good, very good ... um ... bon, très bon."

Marie smiled at Jesse's compliment, wondering whether he was referring to the cup of coffee or her naked form. She looked good. She knew that. She had mécènes réguliers, regular patrons, who paid three times the brothel's rate and spent most of their time with her simply ogling her as she moved about her room, naked or partially so.

It didn't occur to Marie that the young American had never seen a aine rasée, a shaved pussy. Most of the establishment's whores were smooth as a baby's butt down yonder. At the very least, they were neatly trimmed. It was as much a hygiene issue as it was an erotic one.

Marie reached to the little chain that operated the shower head and pulled it loose. The flow from above Jesse reduced to a trickle. She finished soaping up Jesse's front side, teasingly getting close to his conspicuously solid erection yet not fully reaching it. She turned Jesse away from her and repeated the coating of his backside with lather.

She pulled the chain again, wetting his back and, incidentally, her front before letting the chain go once again. She emphasized the caressing of her hands over him more than the actual cleaning process.

He asked in English, "Can I ask you about last night...?"

Marie took the offered mug, sipped, and set it aside on the little shelf from which the soap had originated. Jesse repeated his question in French, not doing a very good job with the translation.

[F] "Michelle ... why you, why did she come to bed?"

"Occupé. Très occupé. Avec les Soldats," she answered. Then she repeated those words in English and added a bit more about Michelle, "Busy. Very busy. With Soldats allemands ... Germans. I send Michelle to keep you company. She keep you company, yes? Happy?"

Facing Jesse again, Marie's caressing with soapy hands became more intimate. She glided her slippery hands over every inch of his front side, starting at his neck, moving to his shoulders, his chest, his belly, his waste. She'd been looking into his eyes as she did this.

Then, at his groin, Marie took hold of Jesse's cock in both hands, tightening her grip around his shaft, giving it a good squeeze as she slowly, ever so slowly, stroked his sword from hilt to tip and back down. She studied his face as the pleasure filled him.

"Am I still a virgin?" he asked.

Marie smiled wide, then laughed. She answered, "Oui. Mais pas pour longtemps." She could see from his reaction that he didn't understand all her words. She repeated such that he would know his near future, "Yes, you are still a virgin ... but ... not for long."

She directed him to beneath the shower head and pulled down the thin chain again. She locked it in place this time. She ran her hands all over Jesse to remove the suds from his flesh. Then, she put the soap bar in his hands and said, "Mon tour. Lavez-moi." She smiled, moved his hands to her bosom, and translated, "My turn. Wash me."

 

[PennySaver]

(OOC: We've decided to end this and write a post-apocalyptic story instead.)