Chapter 10

Maya looked stunned when Eric made his suggestion. However, a month later when he raised the idea again, she swallowed the sperm that he had just shot into her mouth and said yes. The Mulhouse plan didn’t survive long, thwarted by the babysitting problem. Eric was stuck and it was Jay who found a potential solution. When he had been looking for an apartment, he had made friends with one of the agents, Thierry. It had emerged from their conversations that Thierry loved to talk about his holidays at Cap d’Agde, the nudist and hedonist resort on the Mediterranean. Jay arranged to meet up with him at a café. Thierry brought up his holiday adventures, as Jay had hoped he would. He let Thierry talk and then grabbed hold of the story line.

“Do you ever meet up again with holiday girlfriends in Strasbourg?” Jay asked

“On occasion, but not often.”

“Does the holiday magic carry over?”

“Sometimes. The only problem is finding a suitable place to take them.”

“But you have your own place, don’t you?”

Thierry looked embarrassed. “Some of the stories I tell down there aren’t strictly true,” he confessed. “My little apartment would blow my holiday image out of the water right away. Much more impressive to meet in a big house in the suburbs or a swish flat overlooking the Orangerie park.”

“I can see that,” Jay said and took advantage of the opening. “Thierry, I have a favour to ask, if you’re willing?”

“Let me guess. You want to ... ahem ... borrow ... an apartment? How long for?”

“One night only. It sounds as if I’m not the first person to ask.”

“You’re kidding. Hardly a month passes without one or other of my friends or clients wanting somewhere discreet to be indiscreet! Preferably not a weekend, okay?”

“That shouldn’t be a problem. So it’s possible,” Jay said. “Do I pay you?”

“You can give me a little present if you like. But if it’s the right sort of event, I’m as happy to join in. I don’t want to be arrested as a pimp. What’s the situation?”

Jay gave him the back-story he had prepared. “A friend of a friend is coming to visit. His girlfriend has hinted that she’d be interested in an extended glory hole experience. He asked me to check out what there is here, far enough from home to make it safe. But there’s nothing suitable. What there is, is not my friend’s style at all. You get the picture?”

“I do. Is she a good cock-sucker?”

“I don’t have personal experience, but he says she loves doing it.”

“That’s good enough. Tell me when and leave it with me.”

“Somewhere in the next week or so would be good. Petite France would be a convenient area, if possible.”

“I’ll see what I can come up with.”

Thierry contacted Jay a few days later and passed on the keys of an apartment not far from Gaëlle’s. She and Jay went to check it out. The big studio was over a shop, a single large room with a bathroom attached. Above it was another apartment, also vacant.

“No neighbours to disturb in the evening. Good. How are we going to set it up?” Gaëlle asked. “We can’t have anyone recognising her.”

“How about a screen with a hole in it, at a suitable height?” Jay suggested. “Maya waits behind the screen, the men stick their willies through the hole and Maya does her thing. Simple.”

“If the screen was fitted in the bathroom doorway, she would be able to clean herself up if she needed to,” Gaëlle suggested.

“Perfect!” Jay said. “I’ll measure up for a door-sized screen. I can build that in your apartment and Eric and I can install it.”

Gaëlle giggled. “It’s quite an operation, isn’t it?” she said. “The things we do for our friends!”

“Have you thought of whom to invite? Not much point in Maya waiting there to suck cocks unless there are cocks waiting to be sucked.” Jay said.

“You deal with the screen. I have an idea for the cocks.”

The following day, Gaëlle was booked with Jo for a massage. As she’d hoped, Madeleine was also there. As she left, Gaëlle said to Madeleine:

“Would it be possible for you to get a message to Oelipalo?”

“Of course. He’s due tomorrow afternoon. Why don’t you come round and tell him yourself?”

“Because it’s a message that I want to come to him anonymously.”

“How intriguing. And just what is this message that isn’t from you?”

Gaëlle explained. If Madeleine was surprised or taken aback, she gave no sign of it. “So, you’re guessing that Oelipalo will either send some of his rugby pals or be part of the event himself?”

“Yes. From what Jérôme used to tell me about rugby players, there should be a good number of volunteers.”

“Rugby players is a good choice. Because of the physical contact, they all have to have blood tests quite often. You don’t want your friend picking up some nasty microbes.”

“Good point! That possibility hadn’t dawned on me.”

“How many clients is she expecting?” Madeleine asked.

“Good question. Let’s say a dozen? That should give her all the time she needs to discover if it’s as exciting in real life as in fantasy.”

Madeleine calculated for a moment. “If you assume ten minutes per man, plus a couple of pauses just in case, then it will take about two and a half hours. Does that sound right?”

“It sounds a long time to me,” Gaëlle said. “But you’re probably right.”

“So, let me get the details of the message straight,” Madeleine said. “Eight o’clock next Friday night. Communication with Oelipalo by text only. The men wait in the café down the road. They come up one at a time and have ten minutes or so each. Then they go home like good little boys and your friend goes wherever, like a naughty little girl!”

Late on the Friday afternoon, Eric came to Gaëlle’s apartment in time to see Jay finishing off the screen. It was made of plasterboard on a wooden frame, with a circular hole at groin level that was big enough to accommodate any reasonable variations in height.

“I assumed that nobody was going to be a lot taller than me, or shorter than Karim,” he explained. “Most of them will be rugby players, after all.”

“What are those for?” Eric asked, pointing to the grab-handles halfway up one side of the screen.

“Those? They’re a vital addition. The frame needs to be a tight fit, but it took me ages to get it unjammed from the doorway this morning! The handles are so you don’t end up trapped in the bathroom when it’s all over.”

As soon as it was dark, Eric and Jay carted it round to the empty studio and set it up in the bathroom doorway. It fitted snugly and when Eric gave it a good shake, it didn’t move at all.

“All ready to go,” Jay reported back to Gaëlle.

“I hope you’re going to participate, Jay,” Gaëlle said.

“I was hoping you wouldn’t mind.”

“Mind? I’d be deeply offended on Maya’s behalf if you didn’t want to help her enjoy the experience!”

11

At half past seven, Maya and Eric arrived at Gaëlle’s. Maya was looking pale and anxious.

“Be honest. I am crazy, aren’t I, Gaëlle?” she asked.