This is a sight.The woman was small in all ways but one: her giant stomach bulging out in maternal wonder. Miquela had seen plenty of pregnant women in her life, but this was a feat.How is she not falling over? Is she going to pop at any moment?Regardless of her thoughts, she smiled graciously and shook the woman’s hand. The finesse with which she moved told Miquela that this was more than a lady – this was amadam.
“Pleasure to have you in our abode, Ms. Bolivar,” the woman greeted with a sweet voice. “I’m Monique Warner. We spoke on the phone.”
“Miquela Bolivar. Thank you for taking the time to see me.”
Monique gestured to the room immediately to their left. “Come, have a drink. We’ll discuss what you’re looking for this fine Sunday evening.”
She followed her, a maid fluttering by Monique to receive orders in her ear.Where are the ladies?So far, the only people Miquela had seen were the madam and the staff. Notthatkind of staff. Miquela was under the impression that some gorgeous women worked here. Certainly, she would like to see them.
Or, maybe, this was the kind of sophisticated place that kept them behind closed doors, only to be seen by staff and their client of the night.
Miquela sat in a large armchair made of Italian leather. She knew this because the same leather adorned the furniture in her father’s office back in Monaco. Javier Bolivar liked his furnitureas masculine as himself.Nice selection. Sure enough, a maid offered Miquela either brandy or wine. She took the brandy.
Monique sat in a chair across from her. Although heavy, she managed to strike an elegant pose, one leg swung over the other while her elbow rested on her knee, and her hair fell softly against her face. It wasn’t until now that Miquela noticed pearls dangling from her ears.My favorite. Her mother and sister had an extensive pearl collection between the two of them. Always made Miquela think of the comforts of home.
“How may I help you this evening, Ms. Bolivar? You were quite insistent that we converse first.”
“Yes, well…” Miquela waited for the maid to leave the room, latching the door behind her. She continued. “I will be upfront with you, Madam Warner.”
“Please. Monique.”
“Madam Monique.” For a woman of her standing to eschew her family name, she must be in a very naughty profession. Miquela had come to the right place. “I want you to know that I intend on using the full extent of services offered here tonight.” Quite frankly, she had come here to fuck a woman she had never met before.I know what I want.“Before I meet any of your eligible young ladies, all of whom I am sure are absolutely perfect, there are a few things I want to discuss. Particularly about my… well, do I have to say it?”
“No need to be embarrassed, Ms. Bolivar. Discretion and professionalism are our utmost priorities. Also, I’ve heard everything. I doubt you could shock me.”
That unchanging expression told the truth. At least Madam Monique wasn’t bullshitting. Nothing worse than that in a pleasure house. “I’m glad to hear it. First off, I want you to know that cost isn’t an issue. You already have my credit card on file, I believe.”
“Indeed, Ms. Bolivar.”
“It has no limit. Whatever charges I accrue tonight, please feel free to go ahead and add them to my account.” This could be the most expensive place she had ever visited, although that would be difficult to achieve. Pleasure houses in France, Italy, and yes, Monaco, charged high prices as well for those of her standing. “Next, there is the matter of what I want.”
“Naturally.” Monique flicked something out from beneath her nail. “Go on. Almost anything can be accommodated, if it does not endanger anyone.”
“I don’t want coy, but I also don’t want someone who wants to be rid of me as soon as she can.”
“I assure you that we are not such a place. As long as you pay for the whole night, you are free to spend the night either with your lady of choice or in a guest room. Let us know if you would like to be put in a guest room.”
“I will.” Miquela drank more. What was this label? She couldn’t tell. “I have no preference in appearance. A woman of any standing and form will be fine.”
Monique raised her eyebrows, but let her continue.I’m sure you don’t hear that often.
"I want a woman who is eager to be with me.” She was careful not to sayhave sex with me. That was illegal here in America, and Monique Warner would make sure Miquela knew that she wasnotpaying for sex. “The more into it she is, the happier I will be.”
“Certainly. May I inquire into your preferred role in the bedroom, Ms. Bolivar? We have women who are more inclined to one or the other. That would be helpful information.”
“I am in control. Always.”
She nodded. “Of course.”I know. I’m a dime a dozen.To be fair, so was the other type of guest. “My young ladies can give you more details about prices in that regard. Every room is fullyequipped for any kind of play or fantasy. The Dungeon is also available tonight, if you would like to use it.”
“I don’t think that will be necessary.” Dungeon, huh? Miquela would have to remember that for the future. For a first meeting, however, it was not necessary. She didn’t like to get into those more intense scenes of BDSM with a woman she had not made vanilla love to first.
“Then what would you like, Ms. Bolivar?”
Miquela was a simple woman, really. She wanted to have sex, and she wanted to have it with women who loved to have it.Hard to come by in most pleasure houses, surprisingly enough.Such women tended to be jaded toward the whole ordeal, not that Miquela could blame them. Nor did it stop her from pursuing their services.
Miquela also had fine tastes, thanks to her upbringing. Any woman she was with – let alone paying a hefty sum to spend some time with – should be a good blend of sophisticated and fun-loving. A hard balance to achieve, to be sure. She always put that up front, though, because one never knew. The reputation of Le Manoir was unprecedented, but such rave reviews usually came from single-minded guests. Miquela could loosen up quite a bit, but in the early stages of negotiation, she had to be Ms. Business all the time. At least Monique matched that sentiment.
“That is also perfectly doable, Ms. Bolivar. I already have at least two women available tonight who fit those descriptions, and I think you would be happy with either one of them. Should I introduce you?”
