Page 6 of Their Courtesan
“Please. Monica.”
“MadamMonica.” For a woman of her standing to eschew her family name, she must be in averynaughty profession. Miguel had come to the right place. “I want you to know that I intend on using the full extent of services offered here tonight.” Quite frankly, he had come here to fuck a woman he had never met before.I know what I want.“Before I meet any of your eligible young ladies, all of whom I am sure are absolutely perfect, there are a few things I want to discuss. Particularly about my… well, do I have to say it?”
“No need to be embarrassed, Mr. Bolivar. Discretion and professionalism are our utmost priorities. Also, I’ve heard everything. I doubt you could shock me.”
That unchanging expression told the truth. At least Madam Monica wasn’t bullshitting. Nothing worse than that in a pleasure house. “I’m glad to hear it. First off, I want you to know that cost isn’t an issue. You already have my credit card on file, I believe.”
“Indeed, Mr. Bolivar.”
“It has no limit. Whatever charges I accrue tonight, please feel free to go ahead and add them to my account.” This could be the most expensive place he had ever visited, although that would be difficult to achieve. Pleasure houses in France, Italy, and yes, Monaco, charged high prices as well for men of his standing. “Next, there is the matter of what I want.”
“Naturally.” Monica flicked something out from beneath her nail. “Go on. Almost anything can be accommodated, as long as it does not endanger anyone.”
He’d get to that later. “I don’t want coy, but I also don’t want someone who wants to be rid of me as soon as she can.”
“I assure you that we are not such a place. As long as you pay for the whole night, you are free to spend the night either with your lady of choice or in a guest room. Let us know if you would like to be put in a guest room.”
“I will.” Miguel drank more. What was this label? He couldn’t tell. “I have no preference in appearance. A woman of any standing and form will be fine.”
Monica raised her eyebrows, but let him continue.I’m sure you don’t hear that often.
“I want a woman who is eager to be with me.” He was careful to not sayhave sex with me.That was illegal here in America, and Monica Warren would make sure he knew that he wasnotpaying for sex. “The more into it she is, the happier I will be.”
“Certainly. May I inquire into your preferred role in the bedroom, Mr. Bolivar? We have women who are more inclined to one or the other. That would be helpful information.”
“I am in control. Always.”
She nodded. “Of course.”I know. I’m a dime a dozen.To be fair, so was the other type of guy. “My young ladies can give you more details about prices in that regard. Every room is fully equipped for any kind of play or fantasy. The Dungeon is also available tonight, if you would like to use it.”
“I don’t think that will be necessary.” Dungeon, huh? Miguel would have to remember that for the future. For a first meeting, however, it was not necessary. He didn’t like to get into those more intense scenes of BDSM with a woman he had not made vanilla love to first.
“Then what would you like, Mr. Bolivar?”
He told her. Miguel was a simple man, really. He wanted to have sex, and he wanted to have it with women who loved to have it. Hard to come by in most pleasure houses, surprisingly enough. Such women tended to be jaded toward the whole ordeal, not that he could blame them. Nor did it stop him from pursuing their services.
Miguel also had fine tastes, thanks to his upbringing. Any woman he was with – let alone paying a hefty sum to spend sometimewith – should be a good blend of sophisticated and fun-loving. A hard balance to achieve, to be sure. He always put that up front, though, because one never knew. The reputation of Le Château was unprecedented, but such rave reviews usually came from single-minded men. Miguel could loosen up quite a bit, but in the early stages of negotiation, he had to be Mr. Business all the time. At least Monica matched that sentiment.
“That is also perfectly doable, Mr. Bolivar. I already have at least two women available tonight who fit those descriptions, and I think you would be happy with either one of them. Should I introduce you?”
“That won’t be necessary.”
Monica had already buzzed for the maid. “Oh?”
“I will trust your judgment, Madam, but there is one last thing I must make clear.”
“Of course, Mr. Bolivar.”
“Whatever woman you choose for me tonight… she must be unintimidated by a man’s hefty assets.”
Silence befell the room. The only things Miguel could hear were a ticking grandfather clock and the steps of the staff out in the foyer. “Hefty… assets?”
“I trust I don’t have to explain any further than that.”Please don’t make me.The last woman he had to explain his size to nearly called the police on him. The police. To an illegal pleasure house.
“I can assure you that none of the women working here are intimidated by a man’s body.”
“That’s not what I’m talking about.”
Monica stared at him. The door to the room opened, admitting the young maid and a stack of folders. Neither of them said anything as the maid deposited the folders and left again. Finally, Monica cleared her throat and covertly glanced at Miguel’s crotch.
