He couldn’t take his eyes of her. She was incredibly beautiful, dark and sultry with a forboding air about her. Standing tall, six inch stillettos, seamed black stockings, languorously smoking a cigarette. She was dressed to kill alright! Clothed in black, pencil skirt hugging her shapely hips, the basque she wore with pride pulled in her waist, pushing up her ample breasts. Her long waved black hair shone blue in the soft smoky light of the Speakeasy, caressing her shoulders. Her skin shone, a delicious golden caramel. She looked good enough to eat!

He reckoned she was about fourty plus. She carried herself with such elegance and grace. Her self-confidence added to this picture. Like a work of Art, John Black held in awe the older woman. He came alone to the club most Friday nights, ordering his usual large scotch on the rocks, this was the first time he’d seen her here. Chief Editor of the Wall St Journal, this tough uncompromising man, sharpely suited with a powerfull athletic build answered to no-one.

The musicians played the intro, the femme fatale, Delphine, stepped up to the microphone. Her velvet vocals lulled John like a small child. Suddenly she looked up beneath her Cleopatra fringe, gazed directly at him, accusingly, she was aware of his scrutiny and resented it.

John knew he should retreat, but was spellbound. Like a rabbit caught in the path of an approaching car. He felt transfixed by that gorgeous sculpted face and the deep pools of light in her vulnerable doe eyes. Her full, blood red lips were moist and seemed to beckon.

Delphine smiled inside, keeping her expression for her performance. She was quite aware of her effect on men, young and old. Strong men, powerful men, all reduced to the position of slave in the presence of this siren.

Standing there alluringly, singing soft and slow with all eyes on her, all enchanted. One man held her attention. She felt his hungry eyes searching her out. Delphine sensed his fear, thus allowing herself a little smile in his direction. As his desire intensified, John Black thought to himself ‘I must have her!’ He lowered his hand to conceal his arousal…….

…….“Johnny Black?…Johnny Black!…Qu’est que tu fais maintenant?!…Are you daydreaming again?!”

Seventeen year old schoolboy Johnny Black jolted, trying to focus. His plainly attired and now very irate French Schoolmistress, Madame Noir, was admonishing him for yet another episode of his abstract musing in her French class.

“Report to me after school for detention!”

“Oui Madame Noir”

Later that afternoon Johnny sat waiting in the empty classroom wondering what was in store for him. He was looking out of the window when the door opened. Turning around he saw Madame Noir dressed as his schoolboy fantasy…the enchanting Delphine. She was standing there in all her glory brandishing a whip.

“Well, Johnny Black, you are ready for your punishment, n’est pas?”

Copyright © DdN aka Medusa



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She is perfectly aware of her power

“Your next encounter will be with the Sirens, who bewitch every man that approaches them…For with the music of their song the Sirens cast their spell upon him, as they sit there in a meadow piled high with the mouldering skeletons of men, whose withered skin still hangs upon their bones…”

Circe to Odysseus, The Odyssey, Book X11

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