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Part 5: So Long Marianne
Come over to the window, my little darling,
I'd like to try to read your palm
The subject of Lenny came up on Monday night. Although I hadn't returned to my flat, I assumed his messages would be waiting for me on my answering machine but I didn't know what to say, how to explain my new hairstyle or look. I had worn the new clothes to work that morning and Nancy had looked me up and down and softly whistled. "A change of lifestyle over the weekend, Marianne?" she asked. "Love your hair and you look gorgeous."
Suzanne and I had arrived at work at different times and she treated me exactly the same way she had the Monday before, although I felt her eyes on me from time to time. That night, as I sat by her feet gently massaging them while she smoked a cigarette, she asked, "What are you going to do about that boyfriend of yours?"
"I don't know, Mistress," I said softly. "I don't want to hurt him."
Suzanne sighed. "Sweet gentle passive Marianne," she said as she blew smoke into the air. "Sometimes you have to be cruel to be kind." She looked down at me and smiled softly. "I'll do it for you. Would you like that?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Call him and invite him to dinner at your flat tomorrow night and I'll come to. I want to see your little place before you move out to live with me. You do want to live with me?"
My heart leapt and I beamed up at her. "Oh yes, Mistress, more than anything."
Gently, she patted my cheek. "Sweet Marianne but such a slut underneath," she murmured.
Lenny wanted to know where I had been. "I've been really busy at work," I explained, "with my new job. Anyway, I want you to come around tomorrow night for dinner as I'm having my boss over."
"Quaint," Suzanne said as she wandered through my little flat and I flinched in embarrassment as I suddenly saw it as it was. This was not Suzanne's Chelsea Hotel but a cold cramped flat and I all ready yearned to return to the comforts of Chelsea where I felt so at home, where I could be true to myself.
Suzanne bubbled along over dinner and I could see she charmed Lenny in every way, although he kept glancing at me from time to time. "You're quiet, darl," he said once as Suzanne opened another bottle of wine.
"Just tired," I said softly.
"She's all right, isn't she," he said, nodding at Suzanne who was searching the kitchen for new glasses.
My heart surged when I saw her in the golden light of the kitchen, stretching up to the cupboard and I wanted her to make me feel safe, to take me home.
At the end of the dinner after Suzanne had described her first motorbike experience to an enthralled Lenny, she suddenly announced that she would clean up so Lenny and I could catch up. Lenny half-heartedly protested, glancing at me but I kept my eyes lowered.
As I carried plates into the kitchen, Suzanne turned to me, glancing over my shoulder to make sure Lenny was in the other room, sorting through CDs. "Suck his cock," she said to me calmly and I looked at her in shock. "When I come out of here, I want to see you kneeling in front of him and sucking his cock. You've done it before, do it again! No ifs, no buts, you just do it!" she hissed.
"Yes Mistress," I said, eyes lowered and she gently tilted my head up.
"It's for the best, darling."
The room was half-lit by the candles still on the dining table and Lenny was standing next to the window, looking down onto the street when I came back in. He started to talk about what he and the lads had got up to in Spain when I cut him short by kissing him passionately while dishes rattled in the little kitchen.
My fingers brushed his cock and it was hard so I unzipped him, to free it so I could get this terrible moment over with. "What are you doing?" he hissed, eyes darting to the kitchen but I just smiled up at him as I sank to my knees. He groaned as I started to suck him, a low guttural moan when my tongue caressed the head of his cock.
I sensed a movement as something brushed past me but, although I kept sucking, I could see Suzanne's legs as she stood next to Lenny. "What the fuck!" he exclaimed.
"It's all right, Lenny," I heard her say. "Look at her, she's such a slut, isn't she?" He moaned as the moment obviously aroused him even more. I felt Suzanne's hand push me back and, still kneeling, I saw her hand curl around his cock, slowly moving up and down.
"Look at her, Lenny," she whispered as her hand moved. "Kneeling there so you can come all over her face. Such a slut." He groaned and I saw her other hand had slipped behind him. "Feels nice, doesn't it?" she said in his ear as her hand kept up its relentless movement.
"She's a slut but, Lenny, she's my slut." His body tensed and I knelt, waiting. "It's time to say goodbye, to say so long Marianne." He groaned loudly, grunted and shuddered and soon his sperm was flying through the air to land on my face, running down my cheeks as Suzanne firmly milked him.
There was an uncomfortable silence as Lenny tucked himself back in, glaring down at me as I knelt before him with his cum running down my face. "You fucking bitch!" he said hoarsely.
"Calm down, Lenny," soothed Suzanne. "You can't give her what I can, what she needs. It's time to say goodbye." He raised his hand to slap me and I waited for it. "Don't," Suzanne said quietly. "There's no point." They locked eyes for a long moment and then he stormed out, glaring at me for a moment and then slammed the door.
I never saw him again.
Suzanne lit a cigarette, inhaled deeply and blew smoke through the room then smiled down at me. "Clean that disgusting mess of your face, darling," she said brightly. "Then we'll pack your things so you won't have to come back here again."
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