Jacqueline's Legacy
Copyright© 2024 by Rachael Jane
Chapter 7: An Invitation to a Party
Historical Sex Story: Chapter 7: An Invitation to a Party - Twenty-one year old Andrea makes a startling discovery. She learns that she is adopted, and that she was actually born to a woman called Jacqueline. But why were her birth records falsified, and why is her normally fearless adoptive mother afraid that Jacqueline may one day return? Andrea and her friends embark on a series of amorous adventures to find out the truth. Set in the 1830s on the island of Martinique in the Caribbean, this story is an epilogue to the Jacqueline de Belleville series.
Caution: This Historical Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Reluctant Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Historical Mystery White Female Cream Pie First Oral Sex Tit-Fucking Prostitution Slow
I enter Mama’s study and stand on the white line in front of her desk. That’s the required procedure when I’m summoned into her study. It is taking all my courage not to tremble. She doesn’t look up, which suits me fine as I’m sure I’ll break down and confess everything if she looks me in the eye.
“I’ve been given some startling news concerning you, Andrea.”
Oh no! Here we go!
“Within the last half hour I’ve received a request from the Comte d’Arles for you to be Eloise’s companion at a party on Tuesday night. The party will be held at the mayor’s house and is an important gathering to cement goodwill between French and English settlers on the island.”
I briefly relax once I realise I’m not about to be caned or worse. But then I wonder what has prompted this invitation. Perhaps Vichy still suspects I know too much and it’s a plot to lure me away from the house.
“I’m startled because I wasn’t aware the Comte d’Arles knows you,” says Mama. “And to the best of my knowledge, you and Eloise are not the closest of friends. Would you care to enlighten me?”
“The invitation is as much a surprise to me as it is to you Mama,” I reply.
“Hmm. Be that as it may, it’s a good opportunity for you to expand your social circle. If you are willing to attend then I will give my permission.”
“Yes, I will attend. Thank you Mama.”
I’m not sure I’m doing the right thing, but refusing would mean having to think up a good reason.
“Good. These opportunities don’t come up very often, and I’m pleased you’ve not tried to make some feeble excuse to avoid going. Here’s the invitation. Please write an acceptance letter and give it to me before bedtime. You may leave. Eloise should be waiting outside; please ask her to come in on your way out.”
I leave feeling both relieved and concerned. Eloise is indeed waiting outside the door, and I tell her to enter. I join Charity in the dining room, finishing the remains of afternoon tea.
“Well?” asks Charity, clearly worried in case our earlier tête-a-tête has been discovered.
“I’ve been invited to a party on Tuesday night,” I reply.
“Who’s invited you? Where? What sort of function? With eligible men?” asks Charity like an excited teenager.
“The Comte d’Arles. At the mayor’s house. A dinner dance. I don’t know,” I answer each question in turn.
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