Weekend
1
PROHIBITED TO CHILDREN UNDER 18
- It's for you.
- Who is it?
Your office. Call Mother afterwards,
I told you, I've done it.
She's misunderstood you, then.
When Roland drives your father
home from the clinic,
it would be nice if they both
died in an accident.
Did he get his brakes repaired?
No, I managed to make him forget.
Seven people were killed
at Evreux junction last Sunday.
That would be lovely.
Hey, are you nuts?
But what will you do?
I'm not driving back with them.
I'll say I have a cough.
What are you thinking?
He gives me funny looks at times.
No, I let him screw me sometimes,
so he thinks I love him.
Don't phone here again,
it's dangerous.
The fuss was someone hitting a guy
who'd broken his headlight.
I thought he was dead
for a moment.
Yes, it would have been nice
if it was her.
No, the money first.
I always say that
because I love you.
I've got to be careful,
after the sleeping pills and gas.
She's stupid, but she'll catch on
sooner or later.
The main thing is for her dad
to pop off.
When Corinne's got the money
we'll take care of her.
Sure I love you.
You're my splendid b*tch,
you know that.
Till Monday, then.
When was it, then?
Tuesday... Tuesday evening
after the swimming pool.
- You said it was two days ago.
- I was wrong.
I know it was Tuesday because
I took the last pill on Wednesday.
Anyway, I wasn't scared about it.
Why should you be?
It wasn't the first time.
Well, it wasn't like a women's
magazine romance.
I don't know... his eyes were
so hard... his mouth, his words...
He started in the Mercedes.
I told him I went for him.
I wanted more than a quick screw.
We ought to meet again somewhere.
Cuddling in cars is dreary.
I said to take me home
and I'd call him in the afternoon.
I wanted to screw,
but I'd rather wait.
What did he say?
and how I turned him on...
and how it was vulgar and unkind.
- Did you think of me, too?
- Of course I did.
But he did drive you home.
ANALYSIS:
But we stopped in rue Molitor...
and kissed for a long time
in the parking place.
He had one hand between my legs.
He stayed like that, without moving.
And you?
didn't move either. I was cold.
He guessed I wanted another drink
so we drove to St. Lazare.
All the cafs were shut.
He lives in rue Pasquier,
near St. Lazare.
I was tired and very cold.
realize now I wasn't drunk at all.
I wanted him to screw me then -
anywhere, even in the lift.
But I didn't say anything.
His shoulder touched one of my breasts
when he shut the lift door.
- Why?
- It just did.
Monique came and opened the door.
Surprising. I thought she'd gone
to Spain with that designer. You know?
No. I don't know.
We saw them once
in that line at the cinema.
didn't know she was his wife.
They've only been married
two months.
Well, what then?
Well, she opened the door.
Paul took off his coat and asked
if there was a hot drink.
Monique said there was only whiskey
and some vile red wine.
She started laughing.
Paul began to look annoyed.
I burst into laughter, too.
He looked at us, then said
he'd go and change his clothes.
I went with Monique to her room.
Not bad. There was a fire.
I took off my raincoat.
Monique looked at me.
She asked why I seemed
to be shivering...
...if I was cold I could undress.
No need to feel embarrassed.
Then she helped me.
To do what?
Take off my skirt and pullover.
see.
I was in my bra and panties.
I went to the fire.
My back was to her,
but I knew she was watching me.
I asked why she said nothing.
She didn't reply, so I turned around.
She was by the window,
her back to me.
She sensed my gaze. She took off
her dressing gown. She was naked.
She asked if I thought her bottom
was too big. I said no.
She turned around, parted her legs
and asked me to describe them.
I said she had white thighs...
...and her bush
was a black smudge above them.
She called Paul.
She came up behind me.
Why?
To unhook my bra.
Then Paul came in.
Wearing pajamas, the coat open.
He had a bottle of whiskey.
He made me drink.
Then he told Monique to go on.
What was she doing?
Fondling my breasts.
And then?
Paul stripped off too,
and flaunted his penis for me.
He told Monique to take off
my panties.
He made me kneel and put my head
between Monique's legs.
Now my back was turned to Paul.
I remember she was
describing my buttocks...
...and he gazed at them
all the time...
...then came closer
and fingered them.
The rest of the bottle
was poured over my back.
I felt the liquid run between
my buttocks.
Paul knelt and began to lick my ass.
It wasn't unpleasant.
It was quite wonderful.
I felt Monique's bush against my neck...
...her hair mingling with my hair.
While her husband
caressed my buttocks...
...she put my hands
on her buttocks...
...and she fondled my breasts again.
I felt her buttocks open to receive
my fingers, then close upon them.
And you?
They wanted me to talk about it,
so that my sensations would excite them.
Only Gitanes?
No American cigarettes?
In my jacket.
None left.
- Take a Gitane.
- I can't bear them.
Is that all?
After a while, Paul asked Monique
She kissed my bush while I helped
Paul screw her from behind.
And that was all?
Then we watched each
other masturbate.
Then Paul cried:
To the kitchen, pussies!
- What for?
- I'm telling you.
a dish of milk for the cat.
Monique said:
What will youbet me to sit in the dish?
I bet you wouldn't dare, said Paul.
She climbed on the sink,
level with the fridge,
and sat in the dish.
Never taking her eyes off us,
she ordered us to masturbate.
Is that all?
Paul told me to stop
just as I was coming...
...and to climb up
on the sink, too...
...and kneel in front of Monique.
Then he took an egg from the fridge.
I licked Monique's p*ssy,
in the milk...
...and he put an egg
between my buttocks.
When I came the egg broke
and ran down my legs.
- Is this true, or a nightmare?
- I don't know.
I adore you, Corinne.
Come and work me up.
SATURDAY:
10:
00 AMHurry up, or the highway
will be jammed.
I'll show you!
Get a move on!
Hey, mister!
What make is this junker?
- Get lost.
know what it is.
It's a crapped-out Facel.
As crapped-out as your wife.
A crapped-out Facel!
They've damaged the Dauphine.
What is it?
It's fine.
Mom, they've damaged the Dauphine!
- Particulars must be exchanged.
- I'll kick your particulars!
Mom!
- Want some money? Shut up, then.
- Thanks.
Hey, 8805!
See what you've done to my car?
- Your car's all right.
The bumper's dented.
Bumpers are made to be bumped.
Just because your father-in-law
owns the building...
Just because you've got a dress
from Chez Dolores...
Give me your details.
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