We all have our quirks, small patterns of behavior that friends recognize. One of Francis' is when we were together whether for an evening or an hour, we would start our intimate time by having a drink and chatting. This completed he would signal for me to go to the bedroom, undress and wait for him. Francis saw me several times a month for over a year. Effectively I was his mistress and his associates identified me as such with the assumption that I was kept.
On one of the last evenings of winter in 2008, we had been at the symphony, returning to the suite at the Ritz. As usual we had our drink, cognac straight up for him over ice for me. He had been preoccupied throughout the evening and my attempts to draw him out had failed. This was no surprise for me as his view of me was that I was a bauble whose purpose was to entertain him. This didn't bother me as long as he transferred the funds and he called me for our next assignation
There was a knock on the door, Francis got up to answer it and two men entered the suite. One of the men was Joseph, Francis' security officer and guy Friday. The other I didn't know, but while Joseph ignored me, the other man repeatedly shot glances toward me. They spoke for a moment in hushed tones and then Francis asked me to leave. I went to the bedroom and undressed to await my lover. When Francis finally joined me, he told me that I needed to leave and that Joseph would arrange a hotel for me and see to my transportation.
While Francis considered me a bimbo, I listened carefully to what went on in my presence and I had learned quite a bit about his business. Francis, came from a well to do family and he built upon that start to a position of significant wealth. He rode the growth of the technology bubble in the 90's and made a lot of money and was prescient enough to recognize the peak, so he made money on the way down. His plan was to do the same thing during the credit bubble.
Francis, I noticed Joseph watching me and not in the manner of a guard looking out for the interest of his master. I'd catch his gaze and in his dark eyes I detected a mixture of lust and contempt. He wore his black hair with gray creeping onto his temples, closely cropped. He is handsome with a trim body that was muscular and hard That Joseph is a misogynist was a flame to this moth, so I began to taunt and tease him, coming right out on a couple of occasions to tell him that if he wanted me that he should be a man and take me. Taunting a viscous dog on a lead is one thing, dealing with that dog when the lead breaks is another.
Joseph took me one afternoon after leaving Francis and then it was his turn to
taunt me he dared me to come to his apartment that evening, which I did. In a small, spotless room in gritty Saint Dennis was an experience that I had never had and one that for which I kept returning. Affectionate touching to Joseph is slapping, nipple twisting, biting and hair pulling with his terms of endearment being, slut, whore, bitch and cunt in 4 languages. I'd leave sore and sometimes bruised after each meeting and I'd swear I wouldn't see him again, but when the bruises faded, I began wanting to be with him. Looking back, my mistake with him, if you could call it that, was to tell him that I wanted it rough, but what he saw as rough was violent to me. We never together more than once per month, which was enough. More frequently and our relationship would have denigrated to being abusive, if it wasn't already. At the hotel, we said our goodbyes, when the Arnage pulled away I asked the bellman to call me a taxi. I was in Paris, why should I sleep alone in a hotel, when the comfort of my own bed was nearby?