La Chatte Heureuse (The Happy Pussy)
Copyright© 2021 by Rachael Jane
Chapter 43: Day Elven: 1 January
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 43: Day Elven: 1 January - The Happy Pussy is an exclusive women-only club located on a remote island. Nicole suddenly finds herself unemployed and homeless. The advertisement for a receptionist position at the club is her lifeline. Only when the sexually inexperienced Nicole arrives on the island does she realise exactly what sort of activities are carried on at the club. She is drawn into the dark and alluring world of debauchery the club offers and which push her moral boundaries to breaking point.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Consensual Slavery Lesbian Fiction BDSM DomSub FemaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Spanking Double Penetration Food Masturbation Sex Toys Squirting Slow
I quickly work through my early morning duties so that I can report to the Administration building by ninefifteen. I agreed to meet Drippy and Pixie by then so we can commence the messy task of cleaning up after last night’s party. When Madame Faye and I left the party last night the room was in a total mess.
Madame Faye takes her breakfast in bed and then announces that she intends to have a lie in. That at least postpones the task of cleaning up the bathroom until later. I obtain her permission to leave the suite, and I dash along the freezing cold pathways between the accommodation and administration buildings. Even though I’m five minutes early, Drippy is already waiting by the reception desk. Pixie joins us a few minutes later. Madame Nicole is on duty by herself. Presumably everyone else is taking the opportunity for a lie in. With no arrivals or departures scheduled for today, and all the seasonal festivities concluded, I suppose everything will be returning to normal by tomorrow.
“There are supposed to be five of you,” says Madame Nicole, after we’ve been waiting for five minutes. “I’ll get you started and then I’ll track down the missing pair.”
Madame Nicole runs through a list of tasks for us to complete and she shows us where the folding tables and chairs are to be stored. It’s a daunting task ahead of us, but delaying any longer isn’t going to achieve anything. Yet again I find myself organising our work.
I set Drippy to clearing up the rubbish while Pixie collects the crockery and glasses ready for washing. I busy myself using a bucket and mop to clean up the various sticky messes on the floor. Fortunately the flooring is made of an industrial grade vinyl, so it cleans up relatively easily. Madame Nicole returns ten minutes later.
“The other two slaves are unwell and unfit to help you,” says Madame Nicole. “I’ve arranged for one of the staff slaves to assist you. Slave Elise should join you within the next ten minutes.”
Sure enough, Elise soon arrives to help us. After a quick introduction to each other, I explain to Elise how we have divided the work in the expectation that she’ll take over as our coordinator. However she declines to do so, and simply asks me what task I want her to do.
“Can you take the crockery and glasses to the kitchen and start washing them,” I say to Elise. “I’ll come and help you as soon as I’ve finished mopping the floor.”
Having assigned Drippy and Pixie to finishing clearing up the room, I go to help Elise in the kitchen. As usual, the monotonous routine gives us plenty of time to talk while we work. I remember Elise from my time here last summer, although we had relatively little contact.
“Do you like working here on the island?” I ask.
“Oh yes,” she replies. “I initially came here as a bondage slave for a five week stay. By the end of my stay I had decided to apply for one of the administration jobs the club was advertising at the time. Did you know that you’re the only member of the Slave caste whose initial visit to the island was longer than mine. That makes you something of a celebrity among the staff.”
“Really? It doesn’t feel like I get celebrity treatment.”
“Well the staff mistresses don’t make it obvious, so you probably didn’t realise it. For example, you and Madame Faye were allowed to use the dungeon in the Slave caste quarters during the four days it was closed.”
“Surely that was approved as a favour to Madame Faye,” I reply.
“No it wasn’t, although that’s how it was made to appear. Madame Faye has more influence here than other visiting mistresses, but there’s a limit on how often she can bend the rules. Madame Monique only authorised use of the dungeon over those four days as a favour to you.”
“Why would Madame Monique bother granting me any favours?” I ask. “Surely she’s far too busy running La Chatte Heureuse?”
“You’re right. Madame Monique has a busy work schedule. But don’t underestimate the work you save her by keeping Madame Faye entertained and out of everyone else’s way.”
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