Slutty French Girl: Let Them Eat Cake, Part I
Slutty French girl: The summer between my junior and senior year of high school, I got the opportunity to take a rather risqué internship.
I was living in Paris at the time and wanted to get out of the city for the summer. I’d read that this castle/hotel in the Loire Valley was hiring girls. It didn’t take me too long to pack up my things and hop into the TGV.
The castle itself, le Château de Lafère, had the reputation of being the Number One touristic attraction of the region. The reason was simple. The owner, le Comte de Lafère happened to be a descendant of the French aristocracy of the late 1700s.
Le Comte had decided to adopt a French Revolution theme for his castle. So he’d turned it into a mini replica of Versailles with lavish furnishings, tapestries, velvet curtains, etc. Even a magnificent Steinway piano was perched at one end of the salon. The castle even had a ballroom. And sort of morbidly, the wine cellar had a small replica of the ghastly guillotine.
The owner’s idea was ingenious and attracted handfuls of international tourists. One had to make reservations months ahead of time to book a suite in le château. In fact, it was crawling with North Americans and Europeans year round, most of which were male.
What I didn’t quite realize upon taking the internship was that I’d have to play the part of a slutty French girl.
You see, le Comte de Lafère had decided that all of his staff would be dressed in the ways of the French Revolution. And as you might remember from my college sex stories, you probably know that being a slutty French girl is second nature to me.
This meant that most girls would be wearing sexy, provocative and modernized Marie Antoinette costumes, while the male staff would walk around dressed as Louis the XVI.
I’ve always had a pretty libidinous side and knew I’d have no problem acting the part of a slutty French girl to entertain the guests.
Management handed a costume to me on the second day of my arrival. I liked it right away. It was comprised of white lacy stockings, a garter belt, a corset that barely restrained my large perky tits and a frilly poofy blue dress that scarcely covered my behind. Any sort of movement would show off the lacy culotte that contoured my ass cheeks. To complete the look, I had to wear a pair of sexy white heels. Even if they weren’t very practical.
To play the part of a perfect slutty French girl or should I say slutty Marie Antoinette?
I also had to pin up my blonde curls as high as possible. Let’s not forget the pale make-up, rosy cheeks, fluttering eyelashes and pouty lips.
As a true little slutty French girl, this was pretty much the ideal position for me!
I’d spend my days prancing around in that scandalous costume flirting with the guests. I’d fan myself with a golden trimmed éventail and put on superior Marie Antoinette airs. At teatime, I’d often tell men to go “eat cake” and it would never fail to amuse them.
Of course, it didn’t take me very long to pick up on the fact that there was a lot more going on at le château…
None of the girls actually had real work duties. We were pretty much hired to wear late 18th century costumes with a sexy twist. So it didn’t come as a shock when one day, le Comte told us to be in the ballroom at midnight sharp.
Stay tuned for part II of my adventures at le château! In the mean time, call me at 1-888-413-5974 for some true, live French phone sex!