Chapter 12

Paul had no difficulty gaining entrance into the Palais de Plaisir once he showed proof of identity and paid the exorbitant fee. Inasmuch as the establishment only catered to notables and people of wealth, the ugly looking Frenchman at the door seemed pleased to welcome a guest from the American Embassy.

He was immediately handed over into the care of an extremely attractive young Moroccan girl, whom, he was certain, would not have been yet fifteen, and whom, he felt sure, he recognized from the fertility dance in Leduc's villa at Dives. She wore only a loose sarong-type of garment, covering her from the hips down, her firm, budding young breasts glistening nakedly in the soft lighting as she bowed low before him.

"This way, Master," she spoke softly to him in clipped French, taking his hand and leading him into a small, private ante-room where she showed him the inevitable toga, then proceeded to undress him, pausing at different intervals to caress his naked chest and brush her tongue into his navel, finally, when he had completely stripped him, to drop to her knees and lick his cock and balls, insisting that he bend over so that she could run her tongue up between the cheeks of his buttocks to his anus.

"No... that's not necessary," Paul said, nervously trying to stop her. Although the sensual pleasures she was submitting him to in this preliminary entree were most ecstatic, he was too anxious to get inside and learn if his Janet were there to let himself really enjoy them.

"Oh, but Master, you do not like me?" she pouted before him.

"Of course, I like you fine... but I'm... I'm just not in the mood right now..."

She continued to pout as if he had offended her. "Please, Master, it is necessary that I perform these ablutions on you... otherwise, if it were discovered that I did not, I would have to be beaten."

"What?" Paul gaped at her. "Well... we just won't tell anyone, will we... ?"

"Oh, I must tell. I cannot lie. If I was ever found in a lie, my breasts would be branded."

Paul stared at her in utter disbelief, but the look of innocence in her eyes told him she was speaking the truth. He nodded that he understood, then reluctantly turned around and bent over while she spread his buttocks with her thumbs and licked his rectum with a tiny tongue that was like a searing little flame. When she was finished, his cock stood out like a ramrod and she clutched at it proudly. She smiled up at him.

"While you dine, Master, I will suck this magnificent love-prong for you."

Again, he stared at her in amazement. "Wh- what did you say?"

She smiled in childish delight. "Ahhh, I see that my master has never known the delight of dining and having his magnificent cock sucked at the same time," she tittered. "It is wonderful for the digestion I am told."

She led him into the Grande Chambre, a massive room that he quickly saw was the original of Leduc's erotic apartment at Dives. About the room were the identical couches with couples in all stages of undress occupying them and enjoying their individual tastes in lustful desires. He particularly noted that a few were sitting upright with a table filled with food pushed close to their couches, and beneath each table knelt a Moroccan girl or boy administering fellatio and cunnilingus on the couples as they dallied with each other and dined above.