She let her head fall back onto his arm but she did not stop. She rubbed faster now. Faster and harder. The pressure was building, building inside her, and she wanted to open her legs wider. She wanted to open herself completely to him, and she pressed outwards between the confines of his chest and the office desk. She was panting from her efforts and making little noises of frustration as she struggled to reach her goal.
He whispered to her, “You’re so beautiful, darling. So sexy. Don’t stop. Do it for me. You’re wonderful, my love. Do it now. I love you, Therese. You’re fantastic. Don’t stop. Yes, you’re coming, my love, you’re coming. Don’t stop. You’re coming….”
“Aah!” she groaned and lifted her head to look at herself. Her hand flashed up and down between her open thighs. “Ooooh!” and she sought his lips. She crushed her mouth against his as her thighs slammed shut and her trapped fingers pressed deep into the folds of her sex. Her hips butted up and down as the spasms of her orgasm shook her. Mefist held her safely in his arms while she thrashed through her climax.
She came slowly back to consciousness. He was cradling her on his lap, one arm behind her and the other under her knees. She had slipped down, and her forehead nestled against his neck. “Oh Mefist. What did you do…?”
“Nothing, my love. You did it all, and you were wonderful.”
“I went crazy.”
“That’s right. You lost yourself completely, and so quickly that I can hardly believe it. Did you enjoy yourself?”
“I want to do it to you!” she declared and tried to sit up.
“Oh no. No touching. Stop wriggling or I won’t let you go. Stop it! That’s better.” He lifted her up and set her bottom on the desk. He pulled her feet towards him and set them on the chair, on either side of his hips. He was sitting between her stockinged knees, and he rested his arms on her thighs. He looked up at her. “Good?” he asked.
“Wonderful, but I want to do it to you now.”
He smiled and reached up to brush hair from her cheek. “No. Not now—you’re still crazy. It was enough for me to watch it happen to you. Do you still think your little flower isn’t beautiful?”
“Well, it certainly knows how to do beautiful things. If you like it, I suppose that’s enough.” She looked down at him between her knees, smiling and happy. She reached out to stroke the side of his face and his neck.
“And how’s it feeling, your little flower? Is it sore? Is it cheerful?”
She laughed at the idea. “It’s very cheerful. Look!” No longer shy, she spread her thighs wide and rocked her hips back to bring her sex up into view. He had his hands on the insides of her thighs, and they stared together at the puffy pink lips unashamedly gaping at her centre. As they watched, a spasm ran through her sex, and she felt it lift up inside and relax again happily. She could feel she was open to him, and she was sure that, down below where she could not see, he could look right up inside her. She reached back and lent on her hands. Her head was hanging back, her hair brushing her shoulders. “Please, Mefist….”
He was holding her knees apart and gently kissing the insides of her thighs. The pressure was building again and she was begging him to take her, to fill her and love her. “Aah!” she groaned as a wave rushed through her and she realised the begging sounded only in her head. “Please, Mefist…” she pleaded. His kisses nibbled up her thighs, coming nearer and nearer to her swollen, hungry, protruding sex. Another wave came. “Oh God, Mefist! Please!” At last he reached her; his breath was on her sex, his breath was driving her over the edge…
She was sitting over him. She had curled into a hard ball around him. She had taken her sex away from him, and with scissored legs, she held his head crushed between her knees. She had doubled over and pressed her face into his hair. Waves of ecstatic pleasure raced again and again through her sex as she squeezed and squeezed it beneath her.
She slowly realized that Mefist was stroking her back, moving his fingertips gently up and down her spine. She relaxed, collapsing softly as Mefist disentangled himself. He lifted her, bringing her feet up and laying her on the desk. She could feel papers sticking to her back. He put his hand behind her head and bent to kiss her lips. “Therese, my love, you are fantastic! I’ve never met anyone so talented at sex.”
She felt weak and lost. Between her legs her swollen sex clenched languidly on itself. Her skin was glowing, and her arms and legs felt completely relaxed. She had no desire to lift herself from the desk.
“My God, Mefist, what did you do?”
“Not guilty, Ma’am, I might have breathed on it, but you snatched my dinner away before I could settle down to a good meal.”
“It was wonderful. I’ve never felt anything like it. I must be crazy. I can’t move.”
He lifted her again and carried her to the chaise longue. Half-sitting, half-lying, sipping champagne, she slowly recovered. “I can’t believe the girls do this every night.”
Mefist laughed. “They don’t, and just as well or they’d be worn out in a week. They have fun, but their customers are only customers, after all. The girls are not doing it to please themselves.”
“Well, you certainly pleased me. Did you like it?”
Mefist laughed. “Oh yes. Definitely. I could watch that all night. More than you could possibly stand.”
“But don’t you want… You know what I mean.”
“Of course, but not now. Maybe sometime in the future, when you’re feeling better about the whole idea.”
Chapter 27
She took Jana with her to buy ribbons and threads for the girls. As they walked around the square, she explained about Mefist’s requirement for railway workers.
Jana understood quickly. “That’s excellent! I’ll have to get the word around quickly. I know a lot of them were talking about going to the forest but, well, I don’t think Rado would be happy to see some of them. We grow some real simpletons down here in the village. I must go and tell everyone.”
“No, wait! Don’t leave me. I haven’t done my shopping yet. Come with me. The recruiting office won’t be open until this afternoon anyway.”
“Alright, but let’s go to Mrs. Pankova first. Do you know her? Mrs. Orlova’s sister? She’s the most fearful gossip so if we let her know, I won’t have to tell anyone else. Besides, she’s a dressmaker. She might have ribbons and things she could sell. You should try her, Mistress, she’s very good. I don’t know if she could make the sort of dresses you must wear up at the castle, but she makes lovely petticoats and underthings. Last time I was there she was making a wonderful pair of French knickers from burgundy silk. Just like ladies wear, but she wouldn’t tell me who they were for, which is unusual for her.” A thought struck her. “They weren’t for you, were they, Mistress?”
“No, definitely not mine.” No, Jana, she thought, Mefist doesn’t let me wear knickers, French or otherwise. You’d be surprised what this lady’s wearing under her skirt. Just a tuft of hair and a big smile. A big satisfied smile, she corrected herself, mentally caressing the memory of Mefist last night.
They casually left their news with Mrs. Pankova, but she did not have ribbons to sell them. They went on to Isaacs’s shop, an emporium of everything where ribbons could definitely be found. Rebecca hurried from behind the counter to meet them. At home she still wore an ankle-length belted dress, but her raven-black hair was uncovered and hung richly behind her in a loose tail tied with ribbons. “Servus, Ma’am, servus indeed!” She seized Therese’s hands and started to kiss them.
“No – no, Rebecca! Stop!” She could not help laughing at the girl’s enthusiasm. “It’s not right–tell me, how are you? How’s your father?” She took back one hand but left the other for the girl to hold.
“My father’s in Switzerland, Ma’am.”
“Call her Mistress, Becky—she’s not old enough for Ma’am,” chipped in Jana.
“He’s in Switzerland, Mistress. With my mother, and he’s left me with the shop.”
“Ver
y good, manageress. Can you show us some ribbons and pretty threads? My girls need them.”
“Of course, Mistress, but first you must come inside and sit with me. Please come!”
She led them not to the comfortable sitting room that Therese had expected, but to a room almost completely filled by a long, heavy dining table. As Rebecca opened the curtains, the daylight fell on rich dark mahogany furniture. A brass menorah stood on the polished sideboard at the end of the room. An oil painting in the manner of the old Dutch masters hung opposite the window. The room had an air of loving care, and every surface was highly polished. Rebecca left for a moment.
“You don’t mind coming here, Mistress?” asked Jana. “I mean, with Becky being Jewish and you a nun?”
“Mind? Why ever should I? Goodness me, Jana, think of where I work! Rebecca should be the one objecting, not me. Anyway, Jesus was Jewish, wasn’t he?”
Jana opened her mouth in surprise, but nothing came out. Rebecca came in to sit with them, and Jana said, “Mistress just said that Jesus was Jewish!”
“Of course,” answered Rebecca calmly. “Didn’t you know?”
“No–yes–well, I suppose I did, but I’d never really thought about it. I’ll bet that most of the village wouldn’t believe it if you told them.”
“Oh yes,” Rebecca said casually. “Jesus is one of the great Jewish success stories…”
Jana swung a pretend slap at her. “Go on with you! Tell Mistress what your father’s doing.”
Therese interrupted, “I wish you two would call me Therese. All my girls have to call me Mistress. I love them, but I suppose they have to because I’m in charge. It would be nice to have some friends who call me by my own name.”
“Therese,” said Rebecca experimentally. “Well, if you don’t mind, but my father would be very upset if he heard me.”
“Mine too. He’d kill me.”
“Well, just tell them I ordered it or something. Or just keep it for when we’re together, if it’s so terrible. Tell me about Switzerland.”
“He’s in Zurich, and he’s written to tell me how everything is very modern and clean. You don’t see any horses at all in the city centre, except for some that bring the beer to the restaurants, and even they are clean and have ornaments all over their harness.”
“What’s he doing over there?”
“I don’t know exactly. He tells me all about the shop here and the money and licences and so on, but I don’t know about the Swiss business. That’s with my uncle, and I think it’s all about money and banking. Apparently it’s safer for Jews to keep money in Swiss banks. You never know what might happen to it here, and there’s no one to take care of you if something goes wrong. Where do you come from, Therese?”
“Me? Oh, my family’s mostly from Saxony, not so far from Dresden, but we have some really nice estates near Breslau and I was mostly brought up there.”
“So why did you become a nun? I mean, didn’t you want to get married and have a family?”
“Mmh. That’s a difficult question. I know that when I got back from finishing school, my mother wanted to push me on to a judge. A judge! He seemed so old. I think he was about forty or so, but that seemed terribly old to me then. On top of all that, I was on the edge of disgracing myself with a very attractive young schoolteacher who had just arrived at the local gymnasium. I’m afraid my family thought he was most unsuitable. They were right, of course, but he had such beautiful, blue eyes.
“We had an awful row, Mother and I, and Father sent me here for two years, to grow up a bit more. So down I came, crying all the way of course, to be a temporary novice. One thing grew into another, and when the time came for me to leave, I decided to stay. Looking back, I’m sure behind it all there was some wicked pride, and that’s not a good reason to give up the world. Still, look at us now. The world’s come chasing after me with a vengeance. I think Mother and Father were upset when I took my vows, but I can’t imagine what they’ll say when they hear what I’m doing now. I hope they’ll try to understand.”
“Will you be a nun again afterwards?” asked Jana. “I mean, when the Army goes. Will you be Mother Superior again?”
“I don’t know. They ought to let me back again, but I’m afraid they won’t be so forgiving. Actually, I’m finding that I don’t really care very much. It was good being a nun, but there are many other people in the world who are good and useful. Being a nun is only one way to serve God.”
“What about the girls? Will they be nuns again?”
“Really, I don’t know. You know, I don’t believe they’ll stay. They’ve changed so much since they started working. They’re happy, irresponsible, singing all the time. I think they’ll all just go home and live a normal life. The oldest girl, she’s a bit older than me, has already told me that she wants to have a baby of her own. She would like a husband, of course, but if she can’t find one, she’ll be happy just with a baby. So she definitely won’t be a nun!”
Rebecca wrinkled her brow. “I just wonder what I’d be feeling now if you hadn’t sent us away, Therese. All those men…”
It suddenly struck Therese that the girls wanted to talk about sex. Not about love or husbands, but about sex. About what it was like to be penetrated and filled by a hungry man, to be used for pleasure again and again to the point of satisfaction and maybe beyond. They thought Therese could reveal the secrets.
An old woman pushed open the door and came in carrying a tray with decanter and glasses, and a plate of delicate white wafers. “Here’s the Tokay, Miss Becky, but I don’t know what your mother would say…”
Rebecca took it in her stride. “Thank you, Miriam. Put it down here, and I’m sure she’d say that special occasions deserve Tokay!” The woman set the tray down with a bang and left, muttering to herself.
Jana looked at Therese with in impish grin on her face and started her giggling. “That girl!” said Rebecca, but she joined in the giggling.
They raised their glasses to each other. Therese knew the girls were feeling adult and sophisticated. They would not understand that the gift they were giving her was to make her feel herself again, like a free, young girl.
Mefist came bouncing into the club that night, happy and boisterous. “How are you, Therese? You look wonderful. Doesn’t she look good, Maria?”
“You’re right, Mefist. I don’t know what you’ve been doing to her, although I can imagine, but her colour’s up and her eyes are shining. You’re not pregnant, are you, Mistress?”
“Maria! No! Don’t wish that on me so soon.”
“You’re right, Mistress. I’ve been a nun a long time, and I’d like to do a bit of catching up before I settle down. This is certainly a good place to do that.”
“You really surprise me, Maria,” said Therese. “When we were nuns together, I never would have imagined you would be such a–such a–” Therese searched for a word that would not be rude.
“Such a star!” said Mefist. “You’re a real star. Everyone wants you, all the time. If you were in business on your own account, you could retire by Christmas. I’m sure all the other girls are jealous. You must have a special talent.”
“Flatterer! If I’m so wonderful, why haven’t you taken me yet, Mefist?”
“Yes Mefist! Why not?” demanded Therese.
“Maria, my dear, I’ll tell you a secret. I’m afraid I’m not a very brave sort of man, and Therese here has threatened to claw the skin off my back if I even think about another woman. The other day I just mentioned that I’d seen a pretty girl down in the village, and you should have seen her! Dragons weren’t in the race, believe me. She was breathing fire, and you could have cooked your toast from the other side of the room. I dream about you and your luxurious figure every night, but I’m not brave enough to try. Besides, she does take a lot of my energy. She’s a very demanding lady.”
“I believe you, Mefist. We couldn’t help but listen last night….”
“Maria! How could you! Look, here’s
Major Lamoreaux. Run off and take care of him before I ask him for his riding crop and give your fat little dupka a real whipping.”
“Certainly, Mistress. You know, Mefist, we could always do it one afternoon when she’s out for a walk, you know. I can always fit you in.”
“Cheeky little baggage! She was the nicest nun, you know. Quiet, pious and really compassionate. Now look at her, wiggling her dupka at everyone and having the time of her life. You can try her if you like, you know. I wouldn’t mind.”
“If I thought you really meant that, Therese, I’d jump off the battlements right now.”
“Mefist, I never know when you’re being serious or not. Did you mean what you said last night?”
“Of course! Every word. I’m hurt that you could doubt me, but did you mean what you said?”
“Me? What did I say?”
“Ah-ha! I suspected as much. All forgotten. You’d better ask Maria. She can probably jog your memory.”
“Mefist, you drive me mad. Come to my office.”
“No, not tonight, lover. The General is still working. I just came by to tell you that Timko signed up a lot of men this afternoon, and if it carries on like this, I’ll probably have the draft made up by the end of tomorrow. Won’t Drazevich be disappointed! Has he come in for Maria recently, by the way?”
“Oh, he still comes in. I don’t think any of you men could resist the chance of Maria without charge, but he’s not saying much to her. Perhaps he’s not visiting his other lover anymore and he’s just too hungry to sit down and chat. I hope he doesn’t suspect anything, or Maria would be putting up with him for no reason. We’ll try a bit harder to get him sitting and drinking next time. I’d like to know what he thinks of his little recruiting drive too.”
Chapter 28
Mefist caught her in the refectory. “Therese, why has Wanda sent me fifteen pairs of skis complete with sticks and boots? In very small sizes?”
“Oh damn! She was meant to send them to me. I wanted it to be a surprise.”
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