Unlimited pleasure for the Rich and Famous

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Make_My_Day

The Naughtiest of Angels
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I’m in my mid twenties and up till six months ago, I was a successful young business woman. A Marketing Consultant at an international firm (the name of which I shall not mention here).
But now... now I own the best kept secret in the world.

I go by the name “Medusa”. People call me this because of my captivating blue eyes. My wild blond curls are just a funny coincidence.
Other than that I have a relatively big mouth with soft, full lips. My features are sharp.
I have a very classic face, therefore people often compare me with old movie stars.
I love keeping my tall athletic body in good shape and I surround myself with beauty, having a refined taste for elegance. I am a sensual woman but for those I desire I am extremely passionate.

When my wealthy grandmother passed away eight months ago, she left me with a considerable sum of money. I did not have to think twice; I bought “La Maison Blanche” (LMB) in the south of France.
I had come across this magnificent mansion some years ago, during one of my stays in the region. I knew then what I would do with a mansion like this: I would turn it into the most exclusive pleasure resort this world has ever seen.

And now I did. The word brothel sounds to degrading for this sexual paradise.

LMB is, well.. from the front anyway, an exact copy of the White House. Actually, the White House was built after this French example.
LMB is situated on a hill, surrounded by woods which are private property belonging to the mansion. To find your way to the mansion is virtually impossible. Small roads lead you deep into the French country side and you would have to know which unpaved path you have to take into the woods in order to get to LMB. If you take the wrong turn, you’ll get dreadfully lost.

The mansion itself is three stories high, with 42 luxurious, fully equipped suites. About a kilometre deeper into the forest there is an old farm, square with an inner-court. It now stores 14 luxurious apartments.

From the balcony at the mansion you have a complete view over the renaissance gardens and other than that we have everything your heart could ever desire.
To name a few things; An enormous swimming pool, bubble baths, a tennis court, golf court, massage and beauty parlour, fitness centre, cosy cinema, “haute cuisine” restaurant, bar, library, bondage basement, peepshow cabins, conference room, etc. And of course a beautiful, sensual and willing crew. Ready to meet your every whim.


We are now open for guests.
My very select clientele pays $8000 a night.. in return, everything.. absolutely anything is at your disposal 24 hours a day.
You will be picked up by helicopter from any airport in France and taken directly to LMB.
If things get too crowded for you, tell me, Medusa, and I will show you to some more private accommodations!

Job openings: Ladies (or gentlemen..)
You are welcome to apply here. There is, however, something you need to know should you come and to work for me; If you’re hired there is no turning back. LMB will become your home. As for the outside world is concerned: you do NO longer exist.

And another thing: Personally, I usually do not give, let’s say, “full-service” to our guests. However, should e.g. Al Pacino or Sean Connery come by, I will take their care upon myself...


Secrecy guaranteed,
Enjoy your stay!
Love, Medusa


[Edited by Make_My_Day on 03-16-2001 at 04:06 PM]
 
Medusa

I walk into the hall, the tapping of my languid pace resounds shrill against all the marble. I stop in the middle of the hall and look around, extremely satisfied and proud. On the two sides of the hall there are enormous marble stairs, with a slight curve leading up to the first floor. Statues adorn the beginning of each banister. More than life-size, Rodin-like sculptures. Two women, two men.

My hands slide over my hips, down my thighs. The black silk of my long evening dress feels wonderfully smooth. I love this dress, it is simple and sexy, yet very elegant. Tight but loose enough not to reveal every part of my body. It is truly a dress men would love to take off.

I walk on to the front door, take a knob in each hand and slowly pull the double doors open. The sun is shining brightly. The sultry warmth outside contrasts sharply with the freshness inside.
I take a deep breath.. and step outside, stretch my arms up and smile “I’m open for business..”
 
Claudette

Age: 18
A small Frnech girl with formal training as a maid. She is slight of figure being only 5'1" and having a frame of 34b-22-32. She has curly light brown hair and a face with soft features and dark brown eyes.

Claudette knocks on the door with a piece of paper in hand. As it open she curtsies without looking and says, "Bonjuor, I am Claudette. I have come about the open position for a maid?"
 
Medusa

"Bonjour Claudette" I say with a most loving smile! "Come in and let me show you around".
As I lead her through the hall I look at the papers she has handed to me, it are her references.. they are all excellent! I watch her as she walks a few steps ahead of me.
Perfect curves. She's lovely and perfect.
"You're hired! When can you start?"
 
Claudette explores wide eyed as her new employer follows behind. She turns and smiles, "I am hired?" he claps her hands a little, "Oh thank you, Madam. I can start imediately! When would you like me to begin?"
 
"Well, dear, let's sit down and discuss a few things first, alright?" I look at her tenderly, charmed by her excitement.
I guide her into my office and sit her down in the armchair in front of my desk.
After I have returned with some drinks I take place behind my big wooden desk and take some papers out of my drawer.

I start my monologue, explaining all about La Maison Blanche, confidentiality.. and all that sort of things.
By the time I'm done her eyes are as wide as they could be. She seems shocked.
"Is this a problem for you dear? You can still turn back you know."
"..eh..no..no.. it's fine" she stumbles. I laugh out loud, entertained by her innocence, written all over her sweet face. "Oh don't worry, dear, you're hired to be the maid.. you don't have to do anything but clean if you don't want to". She manages to smile at me, shy.. she blushes.

We sign the papers.
"Where are you're things, I'll show you to your room".
 
Claudette blushes more as she tries to hide her blush from the beautiful woman in front of her. "They're outside, Madam. I'll go get them."

She jumps up and rushes out of the office, returning with a single small bag. "I am ready, Madam."
 
Medusa

I walk up with her to the second floor, there, in the West Wing I have reserved some rooms for my staff. And then I mean; the maid, the cook, the gardener, etc.

On the way I show her around. I decided not to show her the "special desire"-rooms since I figured I had shocked her enough for today.
I let her pick one of the six reserved rooms. She chooses the one in the corner. An obvious choice since it has the most light.
I open the door for her and she slips in, gazing around at the luxury. "C'est magnifique" she gasps.. I observe her, still in the door opening.
She puts her bag on the bad, still wondering breathlessly across the room.

"Make yourself at home, freshen up and come down whenever you are ready". Slowly, unwilling to take my eyes of her, I pull the door closed, leaving her alone in her admiration.

I slowly head back to my office, which is, by the way on the ground floor. All the way I faintly smile, preoccupied with my thoughts; "she sure is lovely"
 
After some time Claudette knocks timidly on the door to the office. Her stuff is put away ad she is in uniform. It is a typical french maid uniform. On her head is a small white cap which pushes her curls u and they spill over the sides and back. Her breasts are pushed together by a corset and appear larer because of it. The uniform is black velvet with a short skirt filled with white ruffles underneath. The sirt just barely comes below her shapely ass. All of her legs are easily seen. They are covered in thigh high fishnets with garters connected to the tops and rnning up under the skirt.

As she enters she curtsies deeply, and flawlessly. As she was taught she bends at the knees to the point where they come close to the gound and at the waist leaning forward. This act happens to give a very generous view of her cleavage in such an outfit, but that is why it is designed in such a way. As she curtsies she says, "What does Madam wish me to do?"
 
Medusa

"well, well..." I say, as I lean back in my big wooden arm chair. "If you don't mind me saying.. You looks very sexy in that uniform, Claudette" I smile generously exposing my perfect white teeth.
I take my time to observe her over the glasses I use when I have a lot of reading to do.
I am intrigued by her breasts, pushed up by the uniform. Her skin looks perfectly smooth and soft, two perfect mounds.

She stands in the middle of the room hesitatingly.
I rise from my chair and stride to the other side of the desk. Taking my glasses of and carefully folding them.
I lean up against the desk and stretch my arm out to her. "Well.. let me look at you!".
She slowly approaches. I put my hands on her shoulders, gently embracing them. I turn her a quarter turn one way, the other and back, facing me again.
She is obviously uncomfortable with the situation but she does not protest in anyway, complying like a dependend little puppy to my directions. Her eyes turned to the floor.

I can't resist.. with the back of my hand I softly stroke the naked skin of her breasts. The dress only barely covers her nipples.

Sighing, I regain myself and place my hands on the edge of the desk. I observe her face for a few seconds before I rise and walk back to my seat. I pick up my glasses.

"I'd say, walk around the mansion and see what needs some dusting...
 
Claudette stands perfectly still, but more than that completely rigid. Her skin gets goose bumps where it was touched. After a moment to regain her composure she fights down a blush and curtsies deeply, "Wee, Madam, as you insruct." She quickly scurries out of the office to begin dusting.
 
Karl von Falken

Karl (M/32)
6'0 230 lbs
Brown hair (silver highlights)
Brown eyes

The heir to a good-sized fortune, Karl has built a powerful multinational corporation in the 10 years since his parents' death. Honorable but ruthless in his dealings, Karl appears older than his 32 years. He has lost none of his voracious appetite for beautiful women, however!

IC: I gazed down at the French countryside as it passed beneath me. If I had been a more artistic man, I might have found it lovely. I was not artistic, however, and right now it was just a long stretch of green real estate that stood between me and my goal.

I had heard of this "La Maison Blanche" and its mistress, a beautiful and mysterious woman known as "Medusa." Rumor had it that anyone with the means could buy whatever their heart desired - for one night, anyway.

I had the means. And the desire.

The helicopter sat down outside the LMB, and I stepped out. Medusa certainly had good taste. The estate was immaculate and stylish; everything that a man of my breeding would ask for.

I smiled as he made his way to the door. Thoughts of what awaited me filled my head. It would be $8000 that was well-spent.

[Edited by doctor_insanus on 03-20-2001 at 08:50 AM]
 
Medusa

"wilkommen, wilkommen Herr von Falken". He watches me as I stride through the hall, my arms stretched out to meet him.
Just in front of him I raise my hand which he kisses, I response with my most enchanting smile. "I am Medusa".

After I gracefully accept his compliments on the mansion, I gently place my slim hand on his shoulder "won't you come this way" my other arm pointing out to my office.

The pilot, in the meantime, has taken Herr von Falken's bag and places them at the bottom of the stairs.

"It is still quiet around here" I appologize to him as I sit him down in the chair "we have only just opened".
He speaks very little, his eyes are wondering around. We get acquainted and handle some of the formalities.
"Do you have any more questions?" I finally ask. He did not. "Should there be anything, please don't hesitate to ask"
I stand up, leading the way for a tour around the mansion and the terrain. We finish up back in the hall.
"So.." I smile "please, make yourself at home".

At the bottom of the stairs I call out for Claudette. She comes rushing from the first floor and as she descends I watch the expression of delight coming from Herr von Falken's face.
"Claudette, would you please show Herr von Falken to his room.." she curtsies and leads the way up the stairs, his bag in her hand, he follows her, two steps behind, mesmerised.

I watch them as they climb up, I smile, turn around and return to my office...
 
Karl von Falken

As Claudette showed me to my room, I admired the way she moved as she climbed the stairs. The outfit she wore did very little to conceal the delicate curves of her body. I could see the round cheeks of her ass beneath the short skirt, swaying with each step she took.

"Guten morgan, fraulein," I spoke, hoping to break the tension. She looked somewhat anxious, her face slightly flushed. Curious, I placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Are you alright?" She flinched, and I withdrew my hand immediately. "Pardon my intrusion. I did not mean to offend you."

She smiled. "Non, non, monsieur. I am just on edge this morning." Her voice was smooth and soft, and I suddenly felt my own face growing uncomfortably warm.

We continued to the room. Opening the door, Claudette let me in. She went to the windows and drew aside the curtains, and I tossed my bags next to the bed. I continued to admire her beauty, so enticing in the maid's outfit she wore. My mind raced wildly, and an uncomfortable hardness seemed to fill my groin.

Claudette turned toward me, and I could sense her own arousal. She smiled again, and stepped toward the door.

"If that will be all, monsieur, I will leave you now. Enjoy your visit."

I closed the door behind me. My eyes fixed on hers as I took a step closer. She shivered slightly, and I hesitated for a moment. She was the maid; I wasn't sure her duties included satisfying the clientelle.

Passion overwhelmed my apprehensions. I grabbed her shoulders and kissed her fiercely. If she resisted, it would be over now. But if she didn't...

I prayed that she didn't.
 
Shadow:

A 5'6" pretty girl. She looks about 21, but is really 27. Her American Indian background evident in the high cheek bones, graceful walk and long legs. The Irish in her coming out in the long black curls, against the pale skin, the green eyes and the funny smile. She is 36-28-36. Not a knock out, but there is something about her that draws men, and women. It might be the serenity that surrounds her, then again, it might be the naughty look she often gets, and the crooked smile.

I had heard about this place from my agent. I was tired of travel, tired of exotic locations with asshole men who thought they owned me. This was different. I was nervous. Me. Shadow of the Moon. Though no one ever called me that anymore. It was just Shadow. The taxi dropped me off and I stood. Looking around. It was so beautiful, tasteful, refined, yet, a peace filled the air.
I could live here.
I knocked, not knowing who Medusa was, except that it was with them I was to interview.
 
Medusa

Surrounded by the serene silence the knock on the door startled me. “What the.. “ I suddenly remember I had an interview this morning.. what was her name.. I grabbled through the papers on my desk. “Ah yes, here it is.. Shadow”.

“I need to hire a butler soon” I thought as I hastily tapped through the hall.
I pull the heavy doors open after I have regained my calm posture. A vision appears in front of me. She is astonishingly beautiful..
“You must be Shadow” I say in my sultry voice “I am Medusa, please.. come in” reinforcing my invitation with an elegant gesture. She steps in.

I knew instantly she would fit my requirements perfectly. I am blessed with a very good judge of character, it has contributed enormously to my previous career and I depended heavily on it in my new career. The one of Madam.

I leaded the way to my office, sat her down and offered her a drink. I made sure she was comfortable, talking about her, about myself, before I started to talk about business.
She was leaning back in her chair, her long slender legs crossed.

“Well.. first of all, you are free to do as you please: Everything is at your disposal, you have the freedom to do what you want, when you want it. The only thing I expect from you is that entertain our guests and the only rule is that you cannot leave the compound.”
I watched her reaction, her eyes stayed fixed on mine, waiting for me to continue.

“I am not a slave keeper, you must enjoy what you’re doing; enjoy having sex, enjoy pleasing a man.” Her sensual radiation left no doubt in my mind that she would be very good at that.
“Can you handle it?” closing up my monologue. She nodded, her eyes were sparkling mischievously. I smiled, with it sealing our little pact.

“Before I show you around and show you to your apartment, I will have to ask you to take your cloths off. It is a formality.. you understand right? Moreover, and this may sound a bit strange, I will ask you to dance for me. The thing is, I can tell all I need to know from the way a person dances...”
 
Frank

ooc Wealthy American, 50, 6'4" 230 lb Blond hair blue eyes

It was on a cruise in Holland, from Amsterdam through the Zuider Zee and down the Rhine to look at the tulip fields supposedly, although in planning such a trip weeks in advance, who can predict the weather, and the tulips were last week, unfortunately. We stopped in several small towns that are out of the way to many tourists, and in sitting in a bar with a fellow passenger on the cruise from Germany, we chatted about the world, its cultures, economies, and languages and everything that came to mind, when casually we got on the subject of unknown getaways. He told me of one in France he had heard of, called LMB. He said it was quite expensive, but worth every bit of the price, he had been told.

It seems one gets there by a private helo from a major airport. My mind was in it from then on as the week on the cruise boat passed, even when I was with the little Flemish girl who was part of the crew by day, and my bedmate at night, and I thought this might be the perfect place for her, who spoke 7 languages, was well educated in the ways of the world but not schooled in manmy of the ways necessary to succeed in industry. At the end of our week's cruise we were to fly to Paris for a short time, then go on to Switzerland to a resort on Lake Geneva.

I decided that when we got to Paris, I would skip the visit there, where I had been many times, and go check out LMB. I had Marina quit her job, and come with me, and together, we engaged the helo and arrived on a Sunday afternoon, greeted by one of the LMB staff and escorted to the office. Both Marina and I were intrigued by the enormity of the place, and looked forward to knowing more.

We met Medusa, and Marina applied for a job as a hostess, a maid, a clerk or whatever, as this seemed to be the perfect place for her, and she had to get away from the cruiseboat who were getting upset over her extracurricular activities with the passengers, making more in a night than in a week on her day job.

We were escorted to our accomodations, and for the next several days, while the cruise group were in a Paris hotel, I was at LMB with Marina. When I was to leave to rejoin them, she would stay and commence her duties here.

This looked like a perfect solution, and logically I could return to visit anytime and we could resume our arrangement, so we both looked forward to the next few days together
 
OOC:

Tigre(pronounced ti-ga. Meaning tiger)
23 years old fron the south of France
Cambodian 36c and very slim

tigre is a master of Bondage and S&M been specifically called by the Madam, very domineering
also worked as a bar tender and cook when no need came of her services.

IC: I knock on the door expecting a an older woman. The Madame of the house opened the door. She was a lot younger than I thought.

"Bonjour mademoiselle" I said a frienely voice
"My name is Tigre but you already know of me"

"Ah yes"

We want into her office to disscuss the deal about the house.

"We want you to work here'" she said, "we could use your expertise"

"I would love to work here. but I have a few conditions of my own. I will work in the kitchen and bar. When needed I will give lessons in bondage and S&M but once a week I get to spend a free day as a guest." I told her very professionally."Agreed?"
 
Claudette

I kiss in return for a moment before pullling away. I take a couple steps back and curtsy, "I am sorry, Monsuier, I have other duties must attend to."
I quickly open the door and hurry away, red covering my face.
 
Karl von Falken

I heard the door close behind me as Claudette left. For a moment, I stood in silence. Then I went about unpacking. I had booked an extended stay at the LMB; there would be other opportunities. Still, I felt a pang of regret. Claudette was so sensuous, and it had been some time since I had given myself the chance to enjoy a woman's company.

Sighing, I finished unpacking. Then, I heard the voices of some new arrivals. At least I was no longer alone here.

Changing into something a little more casual, I left my room to investigate the newcomers. Perhaps opportunity was knocking already.
 
Medusa

I laughed.. Tigre was sitting across from me in my office. She had came later that morning. It sure was a crowded first morning but I loved every minute of it as people slowly started to bring my mansion to life.

"You sure drive a hard bargain" I said, still laughing "but then again.. you are a master in domination. You will have plenty of free time to enjoy yourself here, don't you worry about that!" I held my breath for a minute, watching her as she sat there, she was a little tiger for sure.. "relax Tigre, it is not as if you will be working your ass off here.. think of it as an everlasting holiday"
I finally got a smile out of her.

"Of course you will have plenty of spare time. As long as there is dinner on the table, you're free to do as you please. I promise, you will enjoy it here. And as for the bar is concerned, I too will work my share, I have been bartender my whole college life."

She seemed to be satisfied with the agreement. "follow me" I said as I raised my slim 5'7" body... "I'll show you to your room.."


As we crossed the hall, Claudette rushed by, her face all red. "Claudette, come and meet Tigre, she will be cooking for us"
 
Claudette

Claudette nodded and fell in behind her employer and Tigre. She walked a few steps behind head looking down as she tried to hide her blush, "Wee, Madame"
 
Wow, bon, Quel un travaille.(What a job) It was going to be great

On the way to my room we passed a young lady.
"Oh la la." I mumbled as we passed her." Madame Do I get a chance with her? I do enjoy the company of both sexes."

"Maybe if she wants to later" she replied smiling contently

"Merci Mademoiselle I do have one question for you. What does your bondage chamber include? I do need to know what I will be working with. I do take my job very seriously."

"I am sorry, my questions must be annoying"
 
Medusa

"Oh not at all dear, not at all" I replied with a loving smile. "I will show you right away". As we headed towards the basement I could see, from the corner of my eye, Herr von Falken descend from the stairs.

I introduced them to eachother. "There are two other girls at the moment, but they are unpacking, you will meet them later" I said to both.
"Why don't you make yourself comfortable in the sun-lounge, we'll be joining you shortly".

I continued to stride to the basement, Tigre followed me impatiently. We descended the small steps and I opened the big wooden door and turned on the faint red light.
"Here is a light manual" I told her as I stepped in and pointed at the wall". You can change the colouring and there is a dimmer to control the brightness.
Tigre looked around at all the equipment and seemed impressed. Especially over the enormous, adjustable chair in the middle which alowed you to tie up someone in several different positions.
I smiled as she sighed with astonishment "Merde! (damn)".

"Take a look around, if there is anything missing, tell me and I will order it. If you're done, please come and meet me in the sun-lounge. We can have a drink and I can show you to your room"

I left her with her inspections and went to join Herr von Falken in the lounge...
 
Frank

After we got settled in the suite assigned to us, we took a little walk around and ended up in a nice little bar for a refreshment. My deal with Medusa was perfect. When I was there as a guest, Marina was a guest too. When I was't there, she was a staff member, the same as any other employee. While we were there, enjoying a glass of wine, another gentleman came in, and introduced himself. The three of us got acquainted, and he told us he was staying for a while. Marina liked the looks of him, and it was obvious that the moment I left, she would be available to him at his beck and call, if he desired, and from the look on hois face after meeting her, he desired.

[Edited by catlover on 03-17-2001 at 10:40 AM]
 
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