The Black Onyx Pact
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«And I will think of the horse.» says a blonde young man, perfectly dressed and combed. «What color do you want the horse's coat?»
Saphir shrugs, ready to say: “any color”, but at that point it raises an instant quarrel on the horse's coat color.
«Clearly it must be black!» says the German young man spreading his arms.
«Come on, it must be bay.» affirms another guy with a pair of snake bites piercings on his lower lip.
«Chestnut. That is a beautiful coat.» asserts the Spanish girl.
«Why not white? It's the classic coat color of the man who conquer a girl.» dares to say another man.
«White? Tarasque isn't a prince charming going to rescue her! He is a Master who wants to punish her!» states the ebony woman.
«Saphir, it's you the one that has the last words in everything. What color do you want the horse's coat?» asks the German.
«It doesn't matter, the main thing is that—»
But the seven begin to argue again.
«Chestnut!»
«Bay!»
«Okay, let's make a bet», begins to say the Spanish girl talking to the boy with the snake bites piercings, «if the horse's coat will be chestnut, as I say, you will have to do oral sex on me.»
Saphir sighs and looks up. The snake bites boy raises an eyebrow then he turns to look at the German boy at his right and they both burst into laughter. When they stop, the German says to the girl:
«Are you threatening a French man with oral sex? It's like menacing a wolf to give him fresh meat!»
The two young men laugh again, high-fiving each other happily; then the snake bites boy leers at the Spanish girl.
«Let's refine the bet: if the horse's coat will be bay you must do this to me, Carmen.» and saying so he writes something on a note giving it to her. She reads and startles.
«Oh!»
The boy smiles.
«Well, if you aren't able to do it I will understand, ma cherie.» he mocks her.
«Deal!» says Carmen resolute.
The German asks his friend what he wrote on the note and the boy whispers it on his ear.
«Was zum Teufel!» exclaims Kaspar. Then he adds: «I want to put a third bet: if none of you win then you both must be my slaves for one night.»
«Gentlemen!» reproaches them Saphir. «Do you understand now why you aren't in the organizational core of the sublime? I'd appreciate if you abstain from acting like horny teenagers, thank you. Now, Nini», she says to the young man that has the responsibility of choosing the horse, «one or the other is the same, so ask the stable master to provide one at random. After the park, the dresses and the horse will be confirmed let me know so I can take the appointment with Tarasque and Nymphe. And now let's think of Asterix, Obelix and Silk. What we have to do?»
«Let's see...», begins to say a man glancing at the three folders, «nothing special. Those three had so many rendezvous that they realized more fantasies than any other member at the Club. There isn't a particular erotic fantasy that—»
«“There isn't a particular erotic fantasy”?» says sarcastically the man sitting in front of him. «Turn the page, read the second document about Silk.»
The man turns the page and raises his eyebrows.
«Oh.»
Saphir reads it too and nods.
«Hmmm, it seems that Silk added a new fantasy of hers, but since we don't know what Asterix and Obelix think about it I have to talk to them. Silence, please.»
Saphir picks up the phone and dials a number. It answer a polite and warm male voice.
«Nightclub Idefix, we are open from 21:00 to 06:00. How may I help you?»
«Good morning, my name's Saphir, may I speak with the owners, please?»
«Sure, hold on, please.»
After few seconds and some rings, a cheerful male voice answers.
«Hello, Asterix speaking.»
«Hello, monsieur Asterix, it's Saphir.»
«Oh Saphir! How are you? Obelix is here in the office with me, we put the speakerphone on.»
«Good. So, messieurs, I'm calling to tell you that we are preparing the rendezvous Silk requested with you both, but we ran up against a dilemma. The girl has a specific erotic fantasy which is not even mentioned in your folders, so we wanted to know if you were willing to go along with her wish anyway, after I told you what is it about.»
Asterix giggles.
«Any fantasy of Silk it will be mine as well.»
Obelix mocks his friend with funny insults, making Saphir smile.
«So, gentlemen, Silk's fantasy is something that requires a tactful behavior, and I want to precise that if is something you don't like you shouldn't force yourselves to do it. It's a fantasy that may sound awkward of ridiculous for those who don't have it inside.»
«Please, Saphir, tell us what is it about. My friend Asterix is beginning to worry!»
Saphir smiles.
«Silk wants to be treated like a bitch.»
The two young men stay silent for a minute.
«Saphir, why this should have shocked us? This is something we like! Every man, I think, would like a woman that wishes to be treated roughly!» says Obelix.
Saphir tighten her lips: they didn't understand.
«I apologize with you, messieurs, I think I didn't explain myself. Silk wants to be treated like a female dog. Which means she won't talk but bark, she will crawl, and you must talk to her like to a real doggy. You must give her treats when she does good, you must stroke her body and head, you must do all the things you do with a real dog. Naturally it will be the sexual intercourse as well, she does want it; but she will continue to be in role even in that moments.»
After a while of complete silence, Obelix starts to laugh loudly. He laughs hard, he laughs without breathing, he laughs so loud that even the others in Saphir's room hear him. Saphir sighs.
«Fine. I suppose that this laugh mean that you don't—»
«No, no, no, I do want to go along with this fantasy, Saphir.» says Obelix in a — almost — serious voice.
«Monsieur Obelix, do you realize that if you'd laugh during the rendezvous not only you would ruin the atmosphere, but you'd hurt Silk's feelings. We don't want this, we don't want any of our members feel ridiculed or insulted.»
«I do apologize, Saphir, it has been so rude from me to laugh in that way; but I wasn't laughing at Silk's fantasy, I was laughing in that way because I saw Asterix's face. I'm more than happy to go along with her wish and I'm ready to take lessons from experts to know how to talk and act properly during the session.»
Saphir nods, writing something.
«Good. I wanna hear what monsieur Asterix has to say about it.»
«It's fine for me, Saphir.»
The woman moves her lips in a thoughtful way.
«Monsieur Asterix, may I be honest with you?»
«Please do.»
«You are a brilliant, intelligent and cheerful young man. In the Club you and your friend leveled up quickly, and this because you are persons that always respected our policies and you also have been an important part of our events. When you both are around, there is a more relaxed and friendly atmosphere. I do like it, I do like you. Now, I am a woman that knows perfectly what love is and what sex is, otherwise I wouldn't be one of the head of this Club, and most of all I know that the thin line that separates love from sex is crossed without us even realize it.»
While Saphir speaks to the phone, the snake bites boy looks at Carmen.
«Bay.» he whispers.
«Chestnut.» affirms her.
«I'm saying this, monsieur Asterix, to tell you that I would never see you doing something stupid just because you are — let's say — ‘pushed’ by a noble feeling. Silk is a lovely girl, and personally I think her fantasy is more cute than bizarre; but your hesitation, monsieur Asterix, speaks for itself. So, let me tell you this: never ever force yourself to do something you don't feel ‘right’ just to please someone else. It is no
t true that limits must be surpassed, it's healthy and clever to set some limits. If we have a limit inside us, it means something. It means that each of us has a personal way to see things, to live them. We are all beautifully different from each other, and we at Club D defend the differences, we do want people to respect what they are.»
«Madame Saphir», says Asterix with a firm voice, «I won't let the love turn me into a stupid zombie, I never did. Only thinking of Silk at a leash bringing me back the bone wagging her tail... arouses me, believe me. So, I can say you may put this fantasy in my folder too. And don't worry about that idiot of Obelix, I'll be happy to kick him out if he won't behave.»
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 ne
xt 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.