Chapter Six
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Isabella
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"Oh, babe," Sam says.
She's such a great friend, arriving at my apartment for the second time that day, but this time bearing gifts of snacks.
"I'm screwed," I say, around the gooey caramel in my mouth.
"Well, that would be a good thing in your case," Sam says.
"Yeah, more like I'm unscrewed."
Sam agrees.
"Ugh.I need to come up with something," I cry, and then my brain churns."Wait, remember when Brynna had her bachelorette party and there was this woman, the very mysterious one, and she gave a talk on how to seduce men?"
"Oh my gosh, yes.Um...Madame Something.Madame Celina."
At the time, Sam and I were only eighteen and couldn't stop giggling at the prosthetic dicks she brought with her, especially when she put them in her mouth to show the ladies how to suck a cock.
"She said she offered private sessions as well, didn't she?"I ask Sam.
But Sam was already on it.She had searched Madame Celina online and got all her contact info.
"I'm going to call her," I say, swallowing the last of my chocolate followed by a sip of soda.
Ten minutes later, Madame Celina agreed to see me immediately based on the urgent nature of my business.
Twenty minutes later, we were pulling up outside her little obscure shop with the words ‘Madame Celina, Temptress of the Night’ printed on the door.
Madame Celina looks suspiciously younger than what she says her age is.Her skin is flawless.Her blue eyes are bright, and instead of walking, she floats.Her dark blonde hair is done up into an intricate style, and the dress she is wearing, a neat shift one that hovers above her knees, accentuates her perfect figure.
She was an honest-to-goodness courtesan, was in much demand from men around the world, and no one knows that she could rock the entire planet with all the secrets she holds.She told us all that proudly as an introduction.
"All right.You are pretty enough.Good lips, eyes, hips, and breasts.This should be easy for you to do," she says, and I beam.Maybe all I needed was some expert guidance from a secret world-renowned courtesan.
"Let's get started."
She starts by instructing me to walk up and down the short aisle in her little shop.
"Shoulders back, chin slightly up, but not too intimidating.Men are weak and don't like to be scared off when we need to get something from them.Sway your hips gently.No.No.No.Why are you walking like a cowboy with a spur stuck in his ass?"Madame Celina says, and both Sam and I break out into laughter.
