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inches away.
She screwed her buttocks back tightly against the still squirting cock in her cunt and with a scream from
between clenched teeth felt her own body explode into what seemed a thousand tiny sparks. Her
strength was suddenly gone and she collapsed on the bed as the cock slipped limply from her drenched
pussy, gushes of cool air rushed refreshingly into the unplugged opening.
Time, after that, became meaningless and merged into a blur of strange and different cocks, fucking her
as they would and where they would. Jean was beyond emotion. Her body still reacted with orgasm to
several of the more inventive males that bent her to their will but her strength was gone and she followed
mechanically the directions Shalla would scream at her when she lagged in her duties to the clients. "Get
those legs up! Move that ass! Suck harder!" She was nothing now but a robot at his command and
weakly moved her limbs to comply with his shouts.
Many long hours later, the room was finally emptied and she fell into a deep exhausted sleep on the
soiled sticky mattress that was forever to be her shame.
Chapter 12
Monique smiled sweetly across the table at Kevin, lifting her champagne glass in a toast.
"Well, here's to the conquering hero. Honestly Kevin, she was absolutely crushed. You should have seen
her face when I showed her the note. She couldn't believe you would turn into a tiger like this." The
words eased Kevin's worried mind. He had walked about the city all day worried to death about Jean's
reaction to the note he had written for Monique. Several times, he had almost gone over to the small
hotel she had indicated in her cable and begged her forgiveness but each time, he thought of Monique's
advice about being strong and had desisted. It had taken all his courage but now it seemed it had all
been for the best. He would have blubbered out something stupid if he had seen Jean and probably
made things more of a mess than they already were. The champagne was relaxing him now and he felt
better than he had since walking out of the hotel several days ago in Paris. "I owe you a lot, Monique,"
he said warmly, "I honestly didn't know what to do when I arrived here. Jean's such a funny conservative
girl that I had no idea what to say to her."
"Believe me, my dear boy, you'll never have that problem again. By tomorrow she'll be chomping at the
bit wondering what you're doing in Paris. Women are like that. I know, I'm one too, remember?"
Monique was pleased. Things had gone much better than she had expected and this naive young
American had swallowed her story, hook, line and sinker. She had spent her day arranging things with
Gamal for one of his usual parties at his villa and tonight she would clench the sale to him Kevin didn't
know it, she smiled to herself, but he would play a great part in it. He probably would raise the price on
his own wife by at least one thousand American dollars if things went the way she had planned it. And
knowing Gamal's taste for the unusual, she was certain it would work.
"I've planned a surprise for you," Monique said, interrupting his thoughts of Jean. "Remember the
experience we discussed this afternoon? Well, I've arranged for us to attend a very special party
tonight." "A party, what good will that do me? I've been to thousands already and it's never helped yet."
"I said a special party, Kevin, and I mean a very special one. Men and women do things to each other.
Good things," she grinned slyly, waiting amusedly for his reaction. It certainly would be one of
indignation at first, until she convinced him otherwise. Lord, what one had to go through to teach these
youngsters about life!
Kevin's reaction was exactly as Monique had predicted. He blushed heavily and lowered his eyes from
hers.
"You don't mean one of those French exhibition things do you?" he said quickly, "I've heard they're
pretty raw."
"No, no, my dear boy. This is not a cheap exhibition. This is a very special affair given by a very wealthy
man. You can watch-and participate if you wish," Monique lowered her voice on the last sentence, an
unmistakable invitation hidden subtly in it. "I couldn't do that, Monique. What would Jean think of a man
that got his kicks from watching others?" Kevin said, a flat note of refusal apparent in his voice. But
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