On the verge of exhibition
At the café.
For the first time, we're meeting in a public place, a café to be precise. You've summoned me at 2pm. The moment I enter the café a few minutes before you, I realize that meeting you in public, at the mercy of the eyes, will be an ordeal for me, because I know you'll push me to act incongruously, bordering on exhibition. But at the same time, a shiver of excitement rouses my brain just thinking about it.
At precisely 2pm, accompanied by Lorelei, you take a seat at a vacant table to my right. I drink my Coke Zero slowly, without looking at you. You order and both start chatting, loudly, so that I can hear your entire conversation. It's all amused and impertinent comments on some of your recent encounters.
At precisely 2pm, accompanied by Lorelei, you take a seat at a vacant table to my right. I drink my Coke Zero slowly, without looking at you. You order and both start chatting, loudly, so that I can hear your entire conversation. It's all amused and impertinent comments on some of your recent encounters.
-Lule: Are you still seeing David?
-Lorelei: Oh no, I got that one out of the way quickly, bad move, I tried everything, nothing to show for it!
-Lule: Ah well ... what did you try?
-Lorelei: I finally took matters into my own hands, if you know what I mean ...
-Lule: ...?
-Lorelei: I told him ... we're going to play a little game, I'm going to direct you, you'll do whatever I tell you to do, without discussion. We ended up in something a bit domina and submissive, you see, I'd give him orders and he'd obey...
-Lule: Pretty exciting...
-Lorelei: Not even that, he was incapable of being a good submissive like we like them, he didn't understand anything, he'd say things to me like "why do you talk to me so mean?" Anyway, thank you, goodbye!
-Lule: Good riddance aha!
At this point, you'll notice that I'm not missing a crumb of your conversation.
-Lule: Hello! Go ahead, don't be shy!
-Me: Uh... hello, I'm not listening to your conversation. I mean, I can hear it, obviously, but I'm not really listening...
-Lule: Yes, that's what I'm saying, you listen to us, don't play innocent.
-Lorelei: Oh no, I got that one out of the way quickly, bad move, I tried everything, nothing to show for it!
-Lule: Ah well ... what did you try?
-Lorelei: I finally took matters into my own hands, if you know what I mean ...
-Lule: ...?
-Lorelei: I told him ... we're going to play a little game, I'm going to direct you, you'll do whatever I tell you to do, without discussion. We ended up in something a bit domina and submissive, you see, I'd give him orders and he'd obey...
-Lule: Pretty exciting...
-Lorelei: Not even that, he was incapable of being a good submissive like we like them, he didn't understand anything, he'd say things to me like "why do you talk to me so mean?" Anyway, thank you, goodbye!
-Lule: Good riddance aha!
At this point, you'll notice that I'm not missing a crumb of your conversation.
-Lule: Hello! Go ahead, don't be shy!
-Me: Uh... hello, I'm not listening to your conversation. I mean, I can hear it, obviously, but I'm not really listening...
-Lule: Yes, that's what I'm saying, you listen to us, don't play innocent.
So indiscreet, you thought you'd teach me a lesson. You seem to be in a very playful mood with your over-curious neighbor. So you ask the waiter to bring you some more milk foam in a small cup for your cappuccino. You're amused by the somewhat dubious appearance of the foam. You cheerfully call out to me, but instead of engaging in conversation, you place some milk foam on my hand, staring at me. Embarrassed, I make it disappear from the back of my hand with a discreet flick of my tongue. Fatal mistake, you do it again, once, twice, three times. Each time, I do it as discreetly as possible, licking my hand. The manager behind the bar observes your little ploy from afar and wonders with amused eyes what's going on between this stranger and these two women.
Then Lorelei turns to me and speaks rather curtly. She seems to be wavering between annoyance at this stranger's intrusion into her friend's private time, and a desire to prolong the game and use the situation to her advantage.-Lorelei: Wait! Honestly, if we want to have a drink with you, we'll call you, okay?
-Me: Excuse me?
You bounce back instantly from the opportunity.
-Lule: Good idea, what's your number?
-Me: My number?
Lule: Yes, the one on your mobile there ... on which you pretended to read your e-mails while listening to us, so what's your number?
-Me: Uh... 06 **
-Lorelei: There you go, you can see me whenever you like," she says, dialing my number to register.
A little disturbed by our exchange and this sudden familiarity, I return to my e-mails, and you to your conversation. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see you whispering something in each other's ear and bursting out laughing together. A moment later, I'm interrupted by a text notification from an 07 number I don't know.07: Actually, you're pretty tame, aren't you?
You've just sent me this text message without a glance, in silence. The conversation continues in writing, even though we're less than a metre apart.
-Me: Docile? Uh..
-07: You don't know? Let's do a little test then, right now!
-Me: Yes ... a test of what?
-07: It's not yes, it's yes ma'am.
After the fun of our first impromptu exchanges, punctuated by the boss's laughter and smiles, I sense that the confidentiality of the message conversation is going to force me to go further. A hot flush rushes to my head, I realize the absurdity of the situation, but I can't resist it.
Lorelei grabs your phone and sends me another message, without a glance.
-07: Spread your legs wide.
After a second's hesitation, I gently spread my legs ...
-07: I said go for it, spread more than that!
I comply and find myself in a rather vulgar position.
-07: Good, now open your fly all the way.
-Me: Yes, ma'am.
I feel like I'm being guided by your messages. You play telephone games to compete for ideas. The hot flash in my head now congests all resistance. I do it slowly and pull down my fly. This time, you both stare at my crotch and go into a mocking fit of giggles. Then you ostentatiously drop your paper towel on the floor.
-07: Pick up.
-Me: Yes, ma'am.
I discreetly zipper up my fly before obeying this last order.
-07: Who gave you permission to zipper up? Leave it wide open, pick up the towel, and offer it to us with downcast eyes.
I disappear on my knees under their table, which has the effect of opening my fly wide, I feel a little fresh air tickle my pubis. Lorelei grabs the towel I'm holding out to her and instantly throws it back on the floor, laughing. I laugh too, seeking a little complicity with them.
-07: Does it make you laugh to obey us? So we go on... either you say yes, madam, or we stop everything ... but something tells me you don't want us to stop, you seem to like it, being our slave ...
-Me: Yes, ma'am.
-07: Well... finish my Perrier.
Lorelei lets a spit of saliva slip into the sparkling water, and hands me her glass with a big smile, which I sip.
I feel like a puppet articulated by your thoughts.
-07: Pay for our drinks and wait for us outside!
-Me: Yes, ma'am.
Then Lorelei turns to me and speaks rather curtly. She seems to be wavering between annoyance at this stranger's intrusion into her friend's private time, and a desire to prolong the game and use the situation to her advantage.-Lorelei: Wait! Honestly, if we want to have a drink with you, we'll call you, okay?
-Me: Excuse me?
You bounce back instantly from the opportunity.
-Lule: Good idea, what's your number?
-Me: My number?
Lule: Yes, the one on your mobile there ... on which you pretended to read your e-mails while listening to us, so what's your number?
-Me: Uh... 06 **
-Lorelei: There you go, you can see me whenever you like," she says, dialing my number to register.
A little disturbed by our exchange and this sudden familiarity, I return to my e-mails, and you to your conversation. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see you whispering something in each other's ear and bursting out laughing together. A moment later, I'm interrupted by a text notification from an 07 number I don't know.07: Actually, you're pretty tame, aren't you?
You've just sent me this text message without a glance, in silence. The conversation continues in writing, even though we're less than a metre apart.
-Me: Docile? Uh..
-07: You don't know? Let's do a little test then, right now!
-Me: Yes ... a test of what?
-07: It's not yes, it's yes ma'am.
After the fun of our first impromptu exchanges, punctuated by the boss's laughter and smiles, I sense that the confidentiality of the message conversation is going to force me to go further. A hot flush rushes to my head, I realize the absurdity of the situation, but I can't resist it.
Lorelei grabs your phone and sends me another message, without a glance.
-07: Spread your legs wide.
After a second's hesitation, I gently spread my legs ...
-07: I said go for it, spread more than that!
I comply and find myself in a rather vulgar position.
-07: Good, now open your fly all the way.
-Me: Yes, ma'am.
I feel like I'm being guided by your messages. You play telephone games to compete for ideas. The hot flash in my head now congests all resistance. I do it slowly and pull down my fly. This time, you both stare at my crotch and go into a mocking fit of giggles. Then you ostentatiously drop your paper towel on the floor.
-07: Pick up.
-Me: Yes, ma'am.
I discreetly zipper up my fly before obeying this last order.
-07: Who gave you permission to zipper up? Leave it wide open, pick up the towel, and offer it to us with downcast eyes.
I disappear on my knees under their table, which has the effect of opening my fly wide, I feel a little fresh air tickle my pubis. Lorelei grabs the towel I'm holding out to her and instantly throws it back on the floor, laughing. I laugh too, seeking a little complicity with them.
-07: Does it make you laugh to obey us? So we go on... either you say yes, madam, or we stop everything ... but something tells me you don't want us to stop, you seem to like it, being our slave ...
-Me: Yes, ma'am.
-07: Well... finish my Perrier.
Lorelei lets a spit of saliva slip into the sparkling water, and hands me her glass with a big smile, which I sip.
I feel like a puppet articulated by your thoughts.
-07: Pay for our drinks and wait for us outside!
-Me: Yes, ma'am.
As I emerge from the café, the fresh air refreshes my troubled cheeks. A few minutes later, you both join me, but ignore me completely. I feel like an object, a piece of street furniture. In the middle of your conversation, out of the blue, Lorelei finally deigns to turn to me, stares into my eyes for a few seconds with a look that's half cold, half amused, and orders me to "Follow us and look down."
To be continued...