Niko saw her for the first time sitting on a beach at the southeastern side of Corsica along the coast of Porto-Vecchio. She was not alone. The girl had an entourage of half a dozen admirers begging for her attention. It was easy to see why. She was young and beautiful, beguiling, and seductive. Niko hummed the tune, “The Girl from Ipanema” as he passes her. She doesn’t notice him. He flashed her a smile; she doesn’t see.
When Niko’s colleague asked him to join him for a night of barhopping, he wasn’t in the mood and almost begged off, except that he might see the girl again. The odds were against it but then, Niko, like a lotto player, was hoping to beat the odds.
It was at the third bar and after three or four drinks that lady luck walked in the door. Like at the beach, she wasn’t alone. She was with a man that might have been her father or a prime minister, worldly, refined, and self-assured. But then again, she might be a wealthy man’s mistress. After all, this was France.
She was much taller than he had imagined and fully tanned by the Mediterranean sun as she floated across the room. Niko searched his vocabulary for words to describe her, sensuous, sultry, and seductive? She was all three.
Niko tried not to stare as he sipped a red Boudreaux while ignoring a business question that his friend had raised. Niko’s companion didn’t seem to see what he saw, a sex appeal that was hard to describe. It wasn’t just her physical beauty but also her body language and facial expressions. Marilyn Monroe was no match for this girl.
Niko was spending the summer in France along with a colleague from Jehl Innovations, an electrical firm hoping to expand in Europe. He was a distant relative of Francis Jehl who had worked with Thomas Edison and Niko had earned a degree in electrical engineering joining the firm five years earlier. It fit that Niko was named after Nikola Tesla.
“Niko, what are you thinking?” his colleague asked. “You don’t seem to be with it tonight. I asked you if you thought a merger with TDR would be better than building factories of our own.”
“I haven’t thought it through enough to give you an opinion, George. Their offer is incredibly generous.” Niko replied.
“Generous, yes, but not nearly enough. Our technology is years ahead of the competition. Our solar battery is revolutionary and will totally change EVs and the automotive industry. Look, it’s been a long day. I’m heading back to the hotel to get some shuteye. Are you coming?”
“Soon,” Niko answered. “I think I’ll finish this bottle of wine before heading back.”
At the same time George left, Niko’s dream girl and her partner left their table to leave. She passed within a few feet of Niko allowing him a sniff of her exotic perfume. There was nothing about this woman that didn’t arouse him.
Niko noticed that she had dropped a matchbook on the way past his table. Printed on the cover was “La Barre” the name of the wine bistro that was left at every table. For no apparent reason other than as a souvenir, Niko picked it up and set it on the table while finishing the last of the wine. ‘Maybe it was empty and discarded as trash,’ he thought but odd when he saw it was full of matches. Now he was curious. He opened the flap where something had been written.
06 32 73 46 55 Brigitte
What was Niko to think? Was this a careless accident or done on purpose? The only way to find out was to dial the number. A recorded message in French gave him no clues. The only word he recognized was ‘Bastille,” because his French was a little rusty. George was fluent in French and could translate the short message back at the hotel.
Half in a trot but more in a race to the hotel, Niko hurried to the adjacent room where George was staying. The two rooms were connected by a common door which Niko used without thinking. He should have knocked. George was not alone. A young Asian girl was on top riding George’s cock like she was on a trampoline. Niko had to give the hotel credit for their choices of prostitutes that were listed as ‘Hotel Amenities.’ The girl was cute. She couldn’t be more than seventeen or eighteen with a nice set of boobs that bounced with every stroke.
Niko could tell that George was on the edge by his growls and grunts finishing only moments later. Niko tried to slip out of the room before being noticed but didn’t make it in time. “Hey, Niko, give us a few minutes, then we’ll have a drink together.”
Ten minutes later, the three of them toasted Bastille Day. Niko figured that the phone message might be about tomorrow, a major French holiday like the Fourth of July.
“Hey,” George slurred, “it’s your turn to fuck this slut. She’s hot and I’ve paid for the night. Take her back to your room. In the morning, we’ll DP her.”
After a second glass of Scotch, Niko was back in his room with the whore. He didn’t like condoms, but the girl insisted. After a short argument, they got along well, starting with the missionary position, followed by doggie then cowgirl. He erupted with an incredible ejaculation filling the condom. What he had not expected and would never have imagined was that she bit off the condom’s tip and sucked every last drop of his cum out of it. It was the release Niko needed after being away from his wife for three stressful weeks.
The morning came early, and the girl was gone. George came into the room asking about the girl. “Where is she, Niko?”
“I don’t know. She must have left when I fell asleep. Forget the hooker, George, I need some help here,” Niko said. “Listen to this message and tell me what the woman is saying.”
Niko dialed the number and George listened. “It’s like an invitation. She’s inviting us to a party tonight and gave the address and time. She said it’s formal. Where did you get the number?”
“What does it mean formal?”
“Apparently, it’s black tie.”
Niko showed George the matchbox and told him about the girl who dropped it. He thought they should go. If not both of them, Niko said he would go alone. George wasn’t sure but decided there wasn’t much to lose except the embarrassment from two Americans crashing a party.
Their tuxedos were set out to be pressed and by seven that evening, George and Niko looked like movie stars at the Oscars. The Concierge had a taxi ready half an hour after they knocked down a couple of drinks at the bar.
The drive along the coast was almost an hour ending at a chateau lit up like a Christmas tree. A few people were smoking outside, others mingled inside drinking Champagne. The men were greeted at the door by a girl dressed in a seductive French maid outfit. They were given discrete name tags and were asked to write their names.
Most of the guests were young, under forty, with more women than men. Brigitte was hard to miss. She was a diamond among pebbles. All the others were merely pretty girls in comparison.
“Is that her?” George asked noticing an elegantly dressed woman wearing a large emerald pendant walking toward them.
“That’s her!”
“She’s gorgeous!”
“You didn’t seem to notice last night.”
“I guess I had my mind on business.”
“Yeah, until you fucked that whore.”
George laughed and said, “Just a different kind of business, Niko.”
Brigitte gave them a broad smile and said, “I’m glad you found the matches, Niko, I so wanted you to come tonight to show you how we celebrate like your Fourth of July. You know we stormed the Bastille two hundred thirty years ago.”
“Yes, we heard and lopped off a few heads.”
“Oh, that came later.” She put her hands on his shoulders and they gave each other a peck on both cheeks, the French way, la bise which Niko considered to be an air kiss. Then she dinged her Champagne glass to gain everyone’s attention.
Oh la la, mes amis américains sont arrivés, she announced.
Niko whispered to George, “What did she say?”
“Only that her American friends have arrived.” Then George mocked, “You make friends quickly.”
“Come,” she said, “let me introduce you to Count de Valois. His chateau has been in Jacques’ family for over two hundred years.” Brigitte took his hand and led Niko and George through the crowd to the same man they had seen the previous evening at La Barre.
Introductions were made and the Count apologized by saying, “I’m so sorry I cannot introduce you to my wife. She is in Paris with family for the week. Please enjoy the evening. We will have fireworks soon. It is best to watch them with a glass of Champagne. Brigitte, please show our guests the Champagne bar.”
The Champagne fountain was meant for show. Their glasses were filled with chilled bottles of Moet & Chandon Imperial. Brigitte left them to work the crowd. Meanwhile, George and Niko worked the buffet.
Later, and after more Champagne, a bell rang from outside calling everyone to watch the fireworks. More food and wine were set up on the beach while offshore in the Mediterranean, there were several barges. The Count encouraged everyone to fill their glasses for a toast. At the first skyrocket blast from a barge and the subsequent explosion, he bellowed, “Viva la France!” Everyone followed by chorusing, Viva la France! The fireworks from the barges were awesome and accompanied by dramatic music fitting the fireworks display.
After the climactic finale, everyone sighed as if there was nothing left in life. Brigitte appeared as if out of nowhere and said, “Did you like it?”
“Magnifique!” he replied enthusiastically.
“So, you speak French.”
“No,” and he smiled at her. ‘It’s something I heard in a French movie.”
“Will you stay for a while; I mean later when I don’t have to play hostess?”
“If you and the Count don’t throw me out, I’d like that.”
“Don’t worry about Jacques. He likes people to stay and have a good time.”
Niko hadn’t seen George since the fireworks ended. He wasn’t his partner’s chaperon and had no intention of looking for him. George was the kind of guy that was capable of fending for himself.
The crowd began to thin out when Brigitte and Niko strolled along the beach. “The water is so beautiful tonight with the moon reflecting on the sea,” Niko remarked. “It reminds me of van Gogh’s ‘Starry Night’.”
“Are you a romantic, Niko?” she asked.
“I can’t say I was until tonight.”
They walked further along the beach, and she said, You’re married.”
“Yes.”
“How is that working out?”
“Like most marriages, some days are better than others.” But he wasn’t entirely honest about his marriage. It was falling apart. “Do you think you’ll get married?” he asked Brigitte.
“Someday, if I meet a man like you, and perhaps even love but so far, they are already married.”
“Haven’t you fallen in love before?”
“I don’t fall in love with the men; I only make love to them.”
“So, you are Jacques’ mistress.”
“Of course. This is France, not the United States.”
Niko impulsively hugged her tightly like in a stranglehold.
“Please, Niko, don’t do this,” she sobbed.
“Why the tears, Brigitte?” he asked.
“I can’t tell you, Niko.”
“Try.”
“It’s because I like you, maybe too much.”
Music could still be heard in the distance, but they were far from the chateau when Brigitte said, “Let’s go for a swim.”
Before Niko could answer, she had slipped her shoulder straps off and let the dress fall on the sand. Underwear wasn’t a problem; she had none. As Brigitte slowly drifted into the water, it was if Niko was Odysseus hearing enchanting sirens enticing him into the Tyrrhenian Sea. Moments later, he was by her side.
Their first kiss was deep and long, so passionate that it made Aphrodite, the goddess of love, blush. The tranquil waves set a romantic mood while they explored every delicate part of each other’s bodies.
Neither could resist what was to come next. Little was said as they headed back to the beach except for Niko asking, “Won’t the Count be missing you?”
She gave him a sultry grin and said, “I doubt it. He’s probably in bed with the maid right now.”
Brigitte sat on an egg-shaped boulder with her legs slightly parted giving Niko a tantalizing view meant to encourage him. He had been wearing an uncompromised erection ever since their first kiss. It was solid manhood, as firm and straight as a lance.
Niko knelt between her legs spreading them further, so his head had access to her swollen pussy lips. Her salty taste was not from the sea alone. Brigitte was wet from top to bottom, from outside to inside. Niko devoured her juicy arousal.
“Je veux que tu me baiser,” she murmured.
“What?”
“Fuck me!”
He didn’t last long. Niko had been waiting a long time for this moment and had built up an enormous pressure until it burst like the evening’s fireworks. Gobs of cum dripped then gushed from her slit staining the rock.
“That was good, Niko,” she said. “But we need to find a more comfortable place to do this.”
It was almost dawn when they reached the chateau. Brigitte changed clothes, packed a handbag, and called the chauffeur.
“Where are we going?” Niko asked.
“Your hotel.”
The chauffeur took a shortcut shaving fifteen minutes off the drive. Once inside Niko’s hotel room, he pulled Brigitte toward him giving her a romantic hug and kiss.
“Not yet, Niko. I’m calling the Captain to ready the yacht. It should be ready by the time we get there.”
While she changed into a hot lime bikini and sandals, Niko slipped on swim trunks wondering what had happened to George who hadn’t slept at the hotel that night. Niko sent him a text telling him that he would be busy all day and something had come up, so he was going to stay a while longer.
George texted back saying that was fine. He said he was staying with a friend and would be checking out of the hotel that afternoon, then head to Marseilles for a meeting with TDR Industries.
The yacht was moored a quarter-hour walk from the hotel. It was a small hotel complete with two bedrooms, a living room, dining room, full kitchen, and much more. They were greeted by Captain Chevalier and a crew of others including a chef and two deckhands.
After sailing out of the marina for a half-hour, Brigitte slipped off her bikini preferring to get an all-over tan. Niko preferred to leave on his suit although it didn’t disguise his uncontrolled erection.
Brigitte had her mobile phone and took a few pictures of him with the captain. Niko took some of her nude body and had her send all their photos to his account. Brigitte was proficient with her smartphone. Two clicks and they were his.
Over sips of wine, they talked a little about themselves. Niko said he married his high school sweetheart after college. “We both were too young,” Niko said.
Brigitte said she was one of the Count’s maids at seventeen and his mistress at eighteen. “It was so exciting! Now I’m almost twenty and being replaced by the current maid,” she told him. “You know Niko, the night I saw you, it was like heaven had brought you to the bistro. You were so handsome and so lonely. For me, it was like Cupid’s arrow had struck deep into my heart.”
She asked Niko why he was in France. He told her his company was looking to build factories in Europe or possibly a merger for a revolutionary new battery the company had developed. “We have a solar battery for electric vehicles that is smaller, lighter, and more efficient than current batteries,” he said. “Using sunlight, the battery lasts longer and stores more energy. It will change everything about EV’s.”
“EV?” she asked.
“Electric vehicles.”
Brigitte seemed curious about the new battery, so Niko went into a few details about the technology. Although some were classified, he felt there was no risk in talking about it. After all, Brigitte was not an electrical engineer, not even a college graduate.
They were served a light lunch; they swam, drank more wine and all was well until storm clouds developed across the Gulf of Porto-Vecchio. The captain steered the ship back to port just in time. Brigitte and Niko were back at the hotel moments before a colossal storm hit.
So, what did they do as thunder shook the building and rain poured down on their balcony? They did what anyone would do. They fucked for the next two hours.
To start, Brigitte gave Niko an incredible blowjob paying special attention to his balls and cock head. He spent a great deal of quality time feasting on her pussy. She whimpered, “Me baiser, Je veux que tu me baiser.”
This time Niko needed no translation and plowed into her wet eager pussy.
The first time he came, she was on her back with legs stretched wide apart wanting it deeper and faster. He worked himself rapidly in and out, up and down, until finishing with a crack of thunder that was either the weather outside or Brigitte screaming from a climax of her own.
“Merveilleuse, marveilleuse,” she whispered. Her prolonged kiss told him what she meant.
It wasn’t over. After a short rest, they exchanged their preferences and tried a variety of positions for the next two hours. Brigitte showed him what she called la flanquette manoeuvre. It was her favorite. Niko fell asleep soon after.
When he woke, the storm had passed, and it was dark. Niko checked his watch. It was 3:30 the next morning. Brigitte was not beside him. He looked around the room and checked the bathroom. She wasn’t in either place. ‘Maybe she went to the lobby,’ he figured. A half-hour later she had not returned.
Niko wasn’t alarmed that his portfolio wasn’t where he left it because he probably moved it in the afternoon. The files contained all the necessary data for gaining patents in the U.S. and France for the new battery.
By sunrise, it was clear that Brigitte was not returning. He texted her with no response. In the afternoon, Niko received a call from George. “Bad news, Niko. We’ve been hacked!” he yelled. “Someone stole our designs and TDR Electronics has them. They don’t even want to talk about a merger. They say they have everything they need to make the batteries. We haven’t finished getting the patents so there is nothing we can do. And guess what, Niko? TDR Industries is backed by Count de Valois. He is their majority stockholder. And by the way, you’ve been fucking his daughter.”
Niko didn’t say anything. He knew she hacked his files and was angry that he’d been careless about leaving sensitive information exposed, Niko thought, ‘Okay, it was a stupid mistake. She wasn’t an engineer, so I trusted her without thinking she knows her way around a smartphone.’
“Niko? Niko are you there?” George barked.
“Yes, George, I’m here.”
“Do you want to hear the good news, Niko?”
“I can’t imagine there could be any good news, George.”
“Listen, ‘ol buddy. I saved your ass.”
“How’s that?”
“Before I checked out of the hotel while you were sunning yourself on the yacht, I saw our company’s plans sitting in plain view. I knew that was what Brigitte was after. So, I went downstairs with my laptop and printed out the plans of an older battery that’s already on the market. Then I simply substituted the portfolio you left in the room with old blueprints. TDR has the old stuff and I have our new plans with me in Marseilles.”
Niko was speechless for a full minute. Then he asked, “How did you know?”
“Remember, Niko, I was staying with a friend after the party? She is the Count’s secretary and very responsive in more ways than one. Sometimes a guy gets lucky,” that Niko knew was meant as a double entendre.
