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Bisous; #06
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Bette looked into my eyes, and I felt a chill run across my skin.
“That’s not possible,” she replied.
Every day that went by, I battled with this decision to tell her about my profession, but it was when she said things like this to me, that only made me more and more apprehensive.
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After dinner, I slinked home and buried my wandering thoughts into a book when I heard my mobile ring.
“Chloe,” Madame said when I picked up her call, “I hope your schedule is open for Friday night?”
“What do you have for me?”
“Big party on Friday night, I need my best girls,” she explained, “The client wants you girls to go to her party to loosen up the crowd, sex is not necessary unless requested by the party guests.”
“Ok,” I replied.
I was use to going to these kinds of parties. Usually the client hired escorts to go to the party disguised as guests. I reckon it was because we were more open to being friendly to complete strangers.
“Is there a theme?” I asked. Usually parties like this have a theme.
“Yes, the theme is Masquerade.”
“Masquerade?”
Now, why did that sound so familiar?
Oh gawd, Bette’s colleague’s party.
“Madame, I can’t go,” I quickly said, “I…I…”
“If you can’t come up with a reason fast enough, you are obviously lying to me. Now I am booking you for this party, don’t disappoint me, Chloe.”
She hung up and I was left to the mercy of my thoughts once again.
Bette would definitely be at the party, but I had a job to do.
The theme was Masquerade.
Think fast, Helena.
“A mask!” I exclaimed.
I quickly walked into my closet and rummaged through a few boxes, and then, I found it.
I pulled out a large feathered mask. Very Cirque Du Soleil meets Moulin Rouge. I gently stroked the red, pink and white feathers which hung around the main frame of the mask as I slipped it over my head and walked towards the mirror in my bathroom.
The mask covered nearly three-quarters of my face, and if I tied my hair up in a bun, you could hardly tell that it was me.
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oh, i soooo knew something like this was gonna go down…helena should really start to be upfront, and she’s taking the first step by admitting it to herself that she is in love with Bette…pps
wow euni u never fail to amazem me chick…chloe aka helena loves bette thats so sweet i hope bette finds out about her secret bcus i fink they wud b great 2geva.i wonder will chloe ever give up her line of work?love the updates oh and btw ive moved in now and were just finding our feet so to speak but were doin good.hows life?watch out for my new FF ok…i should post nxt wk sometime.
Why is it that it always ends when it’s getting good. pps.
So the plot thickens. Excellent update!
awesome chapter. i don’t know why but joey’s agent estelle comes to my mind whenever i read a part about madame. joey as in from friends. hahaha.
oh i luv this, this story is getting so good!!!!
Ohm what tangle webs we weave, This is getting so good, How will Helena get through this?
I would think they would recongnize their voice and their eyes. Did Bette know it was Helena? Did she mean she wanted her to take off the mask that she wears on a daily basis. Does Bette know SHE has the hots for Helena. Well Helena/Chloe is in a world of trouble now.
OH NO, there is so much to be done now. Can’t ever imagine how their going to work their way out of this stir fry. thank you, Md