Madame Jaune

Reginald James Finn, RJ as his close friends were want to call, pulled the lapels of his coat closer as he entered the famed Moulin Rouge. A boisterous door greeter called in patrons out of the chilly fall night into the loud decadent bordello.
“Ah! Monsieur Finn! It is always a pleasure to have your business!” A garcon called from his booth at the front to the meandering man.
“Please, Monsieur Finn is my father.” RJ offered kindly, trying to get the hint across.
“But of course Sir. Will you have your usual?”
“If you would.”
“Right away sir!” The man clapped his hands and summoned a young boy.
“Boy, inform Madame Jaune that Monsieur Finn is here for her services once again.” The boy nodded and made haste, knowing that Monsieur Finn was a good tipper for good services. RJ waited perhaps a moment before the boy came out again.

“She is currently busy with another customer, but has asked The kind Monsieur to wait and enjoy some of the establishment’s finest wine on her expense, until he is summoned.” The boy then led RJ to a table in the waiting area where upon his seating a waiter appeared with a wine list and an offer of something to eat while he waited.
“Le Vin de Grenade, year 1720 and... perhaps a small fruit and cheese platter.”
“Very excellent choice Monsieur.” The man said, well trained to compliment. Not a moment later the requested beverage, perfectly chilled, and a delectable platter of delicate cheeses and imported fruit and dips for them. the waiter offered him the cork to smell and poured the bottle into a decanter and served from that. RJ savored the sweet tangy beverage and waved the man off to serve other customers. The wildly bright colors offset by the darkened air to give their customers privacy, made the atmosphere of the Moulin Rouge. RJ twitched nervously; his father would not like him being caught here. And it would be very misfortunate if someone did recognize him. It was part of the reason why he would rather use the back door instead of coming in the front, the Maitre’de never understood the concept of “Don’t say my family name so loudly here!” but for all of his boisterousness, no one seemed to say anything.

“Monsieur? Madame Jaune is ready to see you; would you like to bring your refreshments with you?” The boy asked. RJ nodded, knowing he wouldn’t breathe easy of being caught till he was safely in side her chambre à coucher. He held the plate in one hand and the wine bottle in the other and followed the boy on the well familiar destination.

Her door was painted yellow with actual cheetah skin tacked over it; he had come to know this door better than his own. RJ shifted the bottle to hold between his right bicep and chest while he dug out a silver coin for the boy. The boy eagerly took the coin and scampered off. RJ pay no attention and instead opened the door to his lover’s chambers.

Inside Madame Jaune, rested on a fainting couch with, again, real cheetah skin upholstery. Gauzy yellow curtains hung form the ceiling tinting the room, and exotic plants and more cheetah skins, used for rugs, finished the “exotic” theme the proprietor was going for. He placed the wine on a yellow tinted cherry wood dresser and padded over to his lady love, the plate of food in his hand.

“Mmm, is that for me? Good, I’m starving. I haven’t had a break since I woke up this morning.” RJ growled at the mention of her other customers.
“Just be grateful I washed up before your visit, I was so tired I didn’t think I’d have a chance to.” She excepted the platter and nibbled on a bit of Cantal. RJ, grabbing two clean glasses from her boudoir poured them both a glass of the delicious wine and sat next to his yellow beauty.

He handed her a glass and toasted her gently before downing his glass in a most appallingly hasty manner. He let the glass fall harmlessly to the floor not two feet from the rug and pulling her giggling to him.
“Marry me.” He said to her collarbones as his fingers undid the lacings on her yellow corset. Her breath hitched.
“I can’t, your father...”
“Has promised me he’d give his blessings if I didn’t fight him on the move to California.” Lily moaned in rapture at both the news that his father no longer hated her, and as his mouth did wonderful things. Why couldn’t her patrons learn these things?
“Your moving to California?” She said breathlessly as he nibbled on her shoulders and the tops of her breasts.
“And I want you to come with me.” He said against the skin over her heart as he finally managed the last bit of lacings to come free.
“And your Father will not mind?” He pulled back, taking her restraining clothes with him. He threw the corset onto the floor and took in the beautiful sight of her flushed skin. Fumbling he dug into his pocket and pulled out a ring.
“He gave me the ring.” RJ took her hand and slipped it on her finger. “It was my mothers.” Lily’s eyes filled with tears of happiness as she gazed down at the ring. She looked back up at her lover and jumped him, raining kisses down as she scrambled to remove his clothes. When she had finally divested them both of every last scrap of clothes down to her ring she grinned wickedly as she arched down and took his member into her mouth.

RJ’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as he arched off the couch, his mouth opened in a silent gasping howl of pleasure.

Lily worked his member until he came to a shuddering release. She expertly swallowed, and liked her lips clean of any excess. RJ looked at her his forehead starting to bead in sweat, she gave a devious little grin and started to roll and squeeze his dick back into working order. A second hand to his balls speeded up his recovery and soon he was ready for round two.

Lily shifted onto her feet in a crouch and slowly lowered herself onto him, inch by inch sliding in, till he was in as deep as he could go. She slid to her knees and gave a tentative rock before finding a rhythm. His hands found her hips and soon she was bouncing, giving little mewling moans as he hit sots that put stars in her eyes.
She started a slow rocking motion for a brief while before she got off and slid to her hands and knees. RJ followed into the new position and slammed forward, his hands finding her hips again.

Lily’s arms gave out as she slumped forward in ecstasy moaning as he took to his knees for her comfort, not once breaking his rhythm. The sounds of flash against flesh drowned out by the moans and screams of the pair before he tensed and she knew what was going to happen. And not a second later she followed, both crashing on the sofa.

A moment later, RJ, still panting, gathered up his remaining strength and fought off the jelly-state that claimed his body and managed to carry her to the bed for sleep.

Hours later, RJ and Lily, dressed in regular clothes, and evening cloaks, walked out the back door to a waiting carriage, to take them to the Finn Mansion to pack for California.