Nathalie... Page #5

He asked questions about my life.

I just made up some stuff.

He also told a lot about himself.

And abou you.

He had the feeling that at present you

were somewhere far away.

I asked myself if he knew about it,

if he was violent.

How he would react.

Hello?

- I'm still here.

Am I bothering? Are you free tonight?

- No. Not tonight.

Pity. I'm not working.

- Come eat something.

Come Catherine.

- Til later. I'll call you.

Who was it?

Your mother?

Big secret.

Everything ok?

Eat, it'll get cold.

Now that we're with the three of us.

How was he? Calm?

- Yes.

He saw people he knew

and waved to them.

What kind of people?

- A couple.

Was it a young woman? And old one?

- Like you.

He found it annoying that they saw him.

I was wearing this skirt.

My shoulderband was constantly sliding off.

One time he did it good again and

stroked my shoulder.

I took his hand under the table

and slid it through my thighs upwards.

I wasn't wearing any underwear.

He noticed.

He hesitated, but didn't do anything.

And suddenly he got what he wanted.

I told him I was going to the bathroom...

and that he should join me over there.

I waited a few minutes in the ladies room

with the door ajar.

I wasn't sure if he'd come.

Just when I wanted to go back

upstairs he came.

We went inside the cabin.

He pushed me against the wall and

kissed me bitingly in the neck.

He opened up my legs.

Then a woman wanted to come inside

but he blocked the door shut.

We were thrown out of the

restaurant as if we were thieves.

It was all for nothing.

No.

We walked through the street.

He constantly looked at me, as if

he still wanted to ask me something

but wasn't sure how to put it.

I felt he was still excited.

We walked through a carriage gate

There was a patio behind that...

with a some small stairs.

I went to sit over there.

He stayed on his feet.

Motionless, without touching me.

I took my dress off.

I was stark naked.

We didn't care about people

passing by.

I went up the stairs.

He came after me.

We heard voices coming out of the rooms.

On the last step I leant against

the window.

There he took me.

He f***ed me. It was hefty.

And then...

something happened.

Nathalie also cummed.

Nathalie... you?

With me it never happens whilst I work.

But you did enjoy.

That's your fault.

Do you still love him?

I don't know.

Please, madam.

- Thank you.

Your mother called.

- I'll call her back.

Can you help a sec?

- Of course.

How old were you when you had

your first period.

Fourteen.

And your job?

- Dancer. Classical ballet.

D'you use preservatives?

- No.

D'you want a child?

- Absolutely not.

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