Sex On The Orient Express

Sex On The Orient Express

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Genre: Erotica

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Genre: Erotica

Summary

Supernatural sexy chiller, featuring a smoking spectre who appears to haunt passengers on the Orient Express en route from Paris to Venice whilst a famous French singer embarks on a steamy relationship with one male in particular. Although the lavish entertainment and swingers club provides a sexual backdrop to the train journey the passengers become acutely aware that something very sinister is watching their every move. During the latter days of autumn of 2003 I decided to embark on a mini break to Venice travelling on the world famous "Orient Express" via London,Paris,Lausanne and The Simplon Pass. This trip was to change my life forever after experiencing the most extreme supernatural experiences on board the train and during my stay in Venice. It was during my first evening that I experienced the chilling phenomenon known as "The Smoking Man",a peculiar spectre who's reputation proceeded it. This entity continued to haunt my every move as if it were following me around like some dark curse and latching onto my soul. Once I arrived at location in the enchanting city of Venice I would be attending several social balls whilst staying at "The Rialto Bridge Hotel".

Summary

Supernatural sexy chiller, featuring a smoking spectre who appears to haunt passengers on the Orient Express en route from Paris to Venice whilst a famous French singer embarks on a steamy relationship with one male in particular.

Although the lavish entertainment and swingers club provides a sexual backdrop to the train journey the passengers become acutely aware that something very sinister is watching their every move.

During the latter days of autumn of 2003 I decided to embark on a mini break to Venice travelling on the world famous "Orient Express" via London,Paris,Lausanne and The Simplon Pass.

This trip was to change my life forever after experiencing the most extreme supernatural experiences on board the train and during my stay in Venice.

It was during my first evening that I experienced the chilling phenomenon known as "The Smoking Man",a peculiar spectre who's reputation proceeded it.

This entity continued to haunt my every move as if it were following me around like some dark curse and latching onto my soul.

Once I arrived at location in the enchanting city of Venice I would be attending several social balls whilst staying at "The Rialto Bridge Hotel".

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Sex On The Orient Express
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A Sexy,Scary,Ghost Story
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It was during the latter days of Autumn in 2003 when I decided to take a journey on "The Orient Express",my destination Venice for a short break.

It had always been a love affair of mine with it's beautiful canals and quaint crumbling buildings which had once seen better days in a time of passion,art,music and gaiety.

I had booked my train ticket at a local travel agent not far from Victoria train station a few days previously and now I would make a short journey from my apartment in Belgravia to the said location.

My accommodation had been booked and I would stay "The Rialto Bridge Hotel" which overlooked this great iconic landmark.

I would arrive in time for "The Venice Ball Festival" which was always popular with tourists and locals.

One attended along with distinguished guests parading the streets and wearing whatever party clothes and mask that one should desire for this prestigious occasion.

My train was due at 0930 and would take me as far as Folkestone ,from there I would catch the Sealink boat service to Calais and this is where my adventure would start in earnest.

It was a rather misty morning as I stepped on board the train along with quite a gaggle of people,a group of excited school children accompanied by a rather stuffy looking lady had now entered my carriage.

We sat there as strangers at first but glanced at one another in a rather uncomfortable yet polite way as strangers do.

Eventually the station guard blew his whistle and cried out an order for the train to commence it's journey to the coast.

At first everything seemed fairly uneventful and the children began to chatter amongst themselves,I shared a few jokes with the lady but she didn't seem in the mood for amusement from her surly expression etched on her pale face.

Eventually after a journey of just over an hour we arrived at the port and disembarked for the customs and passport control processing check in.

This could be a laborious ordeal if the port was busy but I was in luck today as fewer passengers were travelling on boats rather utilising the Channel Tunnel which was a more efficient means of travelling to Paris.

I waited patiently in a large queue making their way towards the metal detection department,this was a rigorous but essential procedure to deter would be terrorists and those who wish to harm other passengers en route to the continent.

Once I had undertaken this laborious task I would finally go through to passport control and make my way to the Sealink boat which was now awaiting the passengers having just docked in the port 5 minutes earlier.

The fret or sea mist seemed to have lifted as I left passport control and there was a slight nip in the air as Autumn was making her presence felt in the cool morning air.

I arrived on board the ship a full hour after arriving at the port and was now making my way around the duty free department.

There was so much choice on display from fine wines to gin,rum,vodka,chocolate,aftershave and tobacco products.

In the end I decided not to buy anything because I preferred to purchase items on the train which was due to leave Gare Du Nord at 1300 BST.

Suddenly I heard the sound of a sharp sea horn which was a signal to everyone on board that we we were ready to embark on our short sea voyage across the English Channel to Calais..

The sea mist seemed to be quite bad on the port side but was clear on the stern,I could see that a fog bank was gathering at the bow of the ship but this was now disappearing behind us.

I decided to take a late continental breakfast on board the ship which consisted of croissants with raspberry preserve,pain au chocolat,muesli,jus d'orange and cafe au lait.

A pleasant attractive young lady called Mylène served me,well that's what it said on her name badge.

She had beautiful locks of red hair,green eyes and spoke in a soft Parisian accent.

I recognised it being Parisian because I had lived in an apartment near "Parc de la legion d'Honneur" at "Rue Danielle Casonova" for a number of years.

'Good morning Monsieur here is your breakfast I hope that it meets with your satisfaction and please let me know if you require any extras,my name is Mylène'.

I smiled at her and then replied 'of course you are,I can see your name badge lol'.

She flicked her fingers through her beautiful red hair,smiled back at me in her charming French way and wiggled her bottom and shook her hips before making her way to clear other tables whilst all the time giving me a knowing glance.

The food was absolutely first class and unfortunately Mylène the waitress had either gone for her break or was off duty by the time I had left the restaurant.

She was a real looker, a breathtakingly beautiful woman,I was mesmerised or felt like she had put me under a spell.

It wasn't long after I left the restaurant that we arrived in the port of Calais,I hadn't spoken to many other passengers on the ship but agreed with one or two that it wasn't the smoothest of journeys due to the choppy English Channel.

On disembarking the boat we would take our luggage which had been stored in a department below deck and make our way to be fast tracked through the declaration and passport centres.

This was common procedure for both sides of the channel and wasn't too an enduring experience.

The first class passengers on "The Orient Express" which awaited us were excused this procedure as they would have their passport scrutinised once they were safely ensconced in their first class carriage.

It was a short walk from the passport centre which eventually led to the terminal exit and the awaiting shuttle train which would take the passengers to "Gare Du Nord".

The luggage proceeded our arrival and was carried by a luggage vehicle and then off loaded by several porters to a carriage at the end of the train.

I was now becoming apprehensive but also excited at the prospect of travelling on the world famous "Orient Express" train.

The train would pass through Lausanne in Switzerland before crossing "The Simplon pass" on it's way to Venice.

Before all of this was to happen we had to make our way through north eastern France through the less than aesthetic scenery.

The train was now filling up and we were about to set off from Calais when I entered my carriage which was pleasant enough,it seated 6 people and would do for the short 45 minute journey to Paris.

There was a buffet service which provided limited refreshments for those who needed it,there were two uni-sex toilets at the front and rear of the train.

At first I found myself all alone in my carriage until I was joined by a middle aged couple who decided to sit opposite me.

The lady was wearing a bright lime green dress and white strapped sandals,he was wearing a grey tweed jacket and striped grey trousers to match with black boots.

I attempted to introduce myself but before I could say a word the lady started to talk to her partner in French.

I felt this was a deliberate act to prevent me from conversing with them in English because presumably neither of them mastered my mother tongue.

In the end I just pulled out a paperback novel from my small hand luggage,the novel was entitled "Morte Sous X" written by a new promising female French novelist called Bettina Flores.

That was her pseudonym because I knew that she was called Flora Magni,and was a Parisian by birth having lived in the same part of the city as me.

We had developed a good friendship over the years and had often met up to discuss our shared interest in art.

We particularly enjoyed the work of "Niki De Saint Phalle" who was an established sculptress in Paris.

By the time of her death she had established herself in the U.S and was now world famous for her bright arty sculptures.

On opening my book and reading the lady glanced at me and then turned to her partner with a curious look.

I smiled at her but continued to read until she coughed slightly in a nervous way and excused herself before making her way through the door to the corridor.

By now both her partner and I were looking at each other in a confused way before he attempted to join her outside.

There then began a conversation between the two of them in French before both of them re entered the carriage.

We were now halfway on our journey and I was becoming quite parched so I made my way to the bar area and ordered a Campari and soda.

There was one other lady standing at the bar which caught my attention and slightly took me by surprise,but what was she doing on this train?,I thought she was a "Sealink" employee.

I smiled at the lady who had served my breakfast only 2 hours ago but didn't seem to recognise me and looked over my shoulder before she let out a shriek of happiness.

As I turned around I then noticed that the lady from my carriage had appeared at the bar and knew this Mylène lady.

Well if it wasn't Mylène it was a good double,both ladies ordered a bottle of pink champagne and made their way towards my carriage.

I was now becoming quite intrigued,was Mylène living a double life or was it a different lady?.

As I arrived at my seat in the carriage I noticed that Mylène was already sat there opposite the other woman and chatting away in her beautiful Parisian accent.

After a brief second or two I introduced myself,'excuse me Madame but I was sitting here previously do you mind?'.

She looked at me in a way which was both mischievous but sexy before replying 'well there's plenty of room for everyone but you can sit on my lap if you like'.

I looked at her feeling rather embarrassed before taking an alternative seat,she appeared inappropriately dressed for travelling on a train wearing a fleece,fishnet tights and golden coloured strapped sandals.


No sooner had I returned to my cabin than a signal was audible from the tannoy system which was followed by a female voice announcing that the train was about to arrive in Paris.

We were instructed to make our own way to the luggage carriage and take responsibility for our cases.

I was thrilled that the real journey was about to commence and looked forward to boarding "The Orient Express".

It was only a 2 minute walk from platform 5b which eventually brought me to the rear of the train as I quickly collected my suitcase and rolled it along the platform.

"Gare Du Nord" was huge and a very impressive structure,it was almost impossible to view anything from the outside looking in.

I was now well on my way to platform 11c which I was informed by one of the other passengers was where I needed to be in order to board "The Orient Express".

At first the whole station confused me due to it's size and all of the noise being generated from other trains arriving and departing,not to mention the loud tannoy system which created quite a din give the acoustics of this location.

Eventually I found where I needed to be and I was greeted by a lady representative of the holiday company whom I had booked the holiday with.

She seemed to have her work cut out given the enormity or volume of passengers who were queueing near to the train's rear.

Within a few minutes of chatting to one or two of the other passengers I could distinctly hear the sound of a brass band striking up.

Then this was followed by a large group of very well dressed people who looked like they had stepped out of a set from a murder mystery drama,then I thought of role play and laughed to myself.

I had read up about the history of "The Orient Express" which dates back to the 1920's,this was an age of romance,sophistication,flamboyance,panache and no little self indulgence.

I began to chat with a smartly dressed man who was wearing a tuxedo jacked and looked a dead ringer for James Bond.

He was quickly joined by his partner who wore a rather skimpy black dress with shoulder straps revealing her bare shoulders and a flapper or feather like object in her hair.

There was a smell of expensive perfume and strong eau de toilette in the air though I couldn't decipher which brands were being worn by whom,though I knew my own which was "Channel Antaeus".

After what seemed an eternity the first class passengers had boarded their carriage and been introduced to a "Cabin Maitre D".
There were 9 cabins in each of the carriages and each passenger was assigned their own.

This lady was responsible for outlining the procedures for health & safety and provide information for the traveller about the services which were provided on board the train during the journey from Paris to Venice.

She was also responsible for changing the bed and other minor housekeeping laundry duties,she would be like the passengers personal aid.

Each traveller would have his or her own "Cabin Maitre D" but there was a limit to the time they were available.

It was now time for me to step on board this luxurious train and leave all of troubles behind as I made my way speedily towards my allocated cabin which was 7b.

The luggage was being loaded by hand onto the end carriage so this would take at least another half an hour before we were ready to leave the station and begin our journey.

A late lunch was available in "The Simplon Restaurant" so I decided to take my seat which had been allocated to me before inspecting the menu.

The dining room was tastefully decorated with mahogany cabinets on both sides of the room,there were electric lamps in corners.

The upholstery was a soft red velvet which was very comfortable to sit on and a bright Crimson coloured rug was visible at the rear of the room.

The flooring was teak wooden panelling which looked very hard wearing but stylish and in keeping with the modern times.

Immediately a waiter attended my needs and asked me if I would like to take a look at the wine list.

'Good afternoon sir,would you like something to drink?,I can recommend the Chateau Rouge De Beaune,it's one of my favourite Burgundy wines or perhaps Cahors rouge?.' he enquired.

I scrutinised the wine card before looking to see if there were any specials available before deciding on a bottle of Muscadet.

I was about to order some food when my conversation was interrupted by the sound of a pianist who played out the song "We'll meet again".

That was a pleasant and unexpected pleasure,the music would add to the ambience of my eating experience.

After ordering my lunch which consisted of poached eggs,slices of smoked salmon,grilled mushrooms served on a crumpet with a mozzarella salad I sat back and indulged the sumptuous luxury before I was joined by a young couple at my table.

The food and beverage was served promptly as I greedily tucked into the tasty lunch which was presented In front of me.

The young couple seemed somber and offered no communication to me so I signalled to the waiter to add my lunch bill to my tariff,he quickly made a note of my name and cabin number before I left to get freshened up in one of the lavatory rest areas.

I had only just arrived at one of the urinals when I felt that I was not alone and my sense of smell indicated to me that there was an odour of tobacco smoke lingering nearby.

I looked to see if any of the toilet cubicles were in use but all of the doors were open and I was the only person in the gentleman's lavatories. 

Was I imagining this odour due perhaps in part to my slight over indulgence in partaking of too much wine or was there a more sinister explanation to this curious development?. 

After a few seconds of contemplation I decided that I had imagined the whole thing and made my way to the wash basins where I immersed my hands with warm water and a lovely lubricant lavender scented Soap.

It was just after I was about to turn to dry my hands on the automatic drying dispenser that I noticed a rather peculiar substance emanating from the mirror in front of me.

There appeared to be a small slight vapour or smoke which was reflecting behind me but as I turned around I saw nothing.

Then suddenly I stood frozen to the spot with horror as the hairs on the back of my neck were raised as I viewed the outline of a face emerge.

At first the detail was sketchy but then a man's face became clear,he had dark hair,a thick moustache and very bushy eyebrows.

More of this spectre revealed itself and eventually the whole head appeared,he had the most sinister looking red blotched eyes and placed within his mouth was a large cigar which he appeared to be puffing on furiously.

Eventually I regained my composure and dared to turn round to face the toilet cubicles but saw nothing and then when I quickly turned my head to view the mirror the image was gone.

I was just about to leave the lavatory area when I opened the door that I heard a rather evil sounding laugh and the automatic lights at this point went out.

This prompted  me to accelerate my exit and make my way promptly to the bar cafe where I ordered a whisky on the rocks.

The train journey from Paris had now commenced and we were about to travel through eastern France through "The Vosges" mountains and from there we would make our across the border into Switzerland.

The bar area seemed relatively quiet and not as busy as one would have expected,not being a gregarious person I tended to shy away from conversation and socialising in general.

One lady however was captivating my attention and I realised that standing at the bar was Mylène Farmer a famous French pop princess or perhaps a good lookalike.

So she had caught the train and would be heading for Venice,what a hoot I thought to myself,perhaps I should make my way over to her and introduce myself again.

This flower of fancy certainly lightened my mood and I had now regained my composure and blotted out the strange events which transpired an hour earlier in the lavatory.

I was just about to make my way over to the bar from my rest area when suddenly she took of her fur coat and made her way over to the piano which stood adjacent to me.

She then promptly sat down on a small chair and began to play the most beautiful rendition of "Bleu Noir" which of course was one of Mylène Farmer's hits.

Within a few short seconds she then began to sing which was met with astonishment from one or two guests but rapturous applause from the majority of people who were in attendance.

The ambience was now complete,a perfect afternoon for my self indulgence to witness one of France's most cherished modern day rock goddesses performing live on this most prestigious of environments.
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After listening to a few more of her songs I finally made my way to an elegant room where afternoon tea was served "La Salle à Manger".

The room was tastefully decorated with leather upholstery on one side and golden gilded pink easy chairs to the rear.

An elegant elderly couple sat opposite me and seemed to be discussing a crossword puzzle which the lady was having some difficulty with.

I introduced myself but the lady just glared at me before picking up her cup of tea,taking two sips and then let out a large sigh.

'Can't you read the sign?,no smoking is permitted on this train',she snapped like a Yorkshire terrier,I looked at her with astonishment and then replied.

'Excuse me Madame I don't understand,I'm not smoking',I responded,
She gave me a rye smile before exclaiming in her high pitched voice.

'I'm not talking to you,it's that gentleman who's standing immediately behind you' 
I quickly turned around expecting to see a person but there was nobody there.

It was then that the lady became somewhat irate as she flew out of her chair.
'Have you a first class ticket?',she enquired.

I smiled before replying 'you're unusually dressed for a ticket inspector',the lady ignored my amusing joke before I presented my ticket to her.

'Aren't you going to clip it?',I mocked,but once again her focus was not on me but an apparent stranger who could only be seen by her.

Her gentleman companion was by now seeing the funny side before he spoke to me at length about his wife's alleged psychic abilities.

He informed me that she regularly saw angels and often used to sketch them at a variety of locations but mostly in her living room.

 
The Steamy scene where André gets more than he bargained for with naughty Myléne.
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It was not long after leaving "La Salle à manger" that I decided to view the entertainment card for the evening ahead.
 
The "Cabin Maitre D" was just leaving the eating area to clear up some tables when I made my tentative enquiries.
 
'Good evening sir may I be of assistance to you',I paused for thought and then replied 'well it's just occurred to me Madame that I haven't booked my table for tonight and was wondering what entertainment there might be available in the 3 dining areas'.
 
'She quickly produced a small card from her breast pocket and presented it to me whilst pointing at the options'.
 
I quickly placed it within my jacket inside pocket,thanked her and made my way speedily towards my cabin.
 
I was somewhat surprised to discover that on approaching the door to my cabin it seemed to be slightly ajar.
 
On further inspection it appeared that my table lamp was also on, I distinctly remember locking my cabin door and not leaving a lamp on prior to leaving my luggage in the nearby cupboard earlier.
 
Suddenly I realised that I was not alone as I noticed the shape of a person's body was tucked up in bed,I nearly tripped over a pair of stiletto shoes as I made my way to discover who was laying in my bed.
 
I quickly pulled back the duvet quilt cover to discover with shock and bewilderment that Mylène had commandeered my bed.
 
I don't know which one of us was more surprised,she didn't have a stitch on as she quickly pulled the duvet over her naked chest to cover her modesty.
 
'What the hell are you doing in my room Madame?',I snapped,she paused for breath before replying.
 
'Your room oh I'm so sorry Monsieur I thought it was my room,I never lock my room and as I found it unlocked I presumed that it was mine'.
 
This left me in a rather embarrassing situation as I contemplated my options.
'Ok I'm sorry I shouldn't have snapped,now if you would just grab your clothes and get changed I'll leave you to it'.
 
I quickly made my exit and stood outside the buffet bar whilst staring out of the side window at the dark landscape,I could just make out the tops of snow covered mountains in the distance.
 
We must be in Switzerland I thought,I pondered if we had reached the "Simplon Pass" before returning my thoughts to the incident in my cabin.
 
I was becoming fretful and didn't need a scandal to flare up,what if someone had seen me with Mylène in my cabin?,the gossip mongers would have a field day.
 
ten minutes later I returned to my cabin to discover with relief that my room was empty,she had fled but she had left me a note by the bedside table.
 
'Sorry if I caused you any embarrassment,It was an error of judgement on my part I would like to make it up to you by inviting you to dinner'.
 
She left me her mobile phone number and her cabin number,discretion being the better part of valour I decided to accept her kind invitation.
 
I would dine at "Il Ristorante Di Venezia" at 2000,a table for two was reserved and I was now very much looking forward to dining with the esteemed Mylène Farmer.
 
It was now just after 1900 and I had just woken up from my afternoon nap,the whole experience of discovering her in my room had taken it's toll on me.
 
But now wasn't the time to feel butterflies in the pit of my stomach but to look forward to a sumptuous evening's entertainment.
 
After placing my white tuxedo jacket on and spraying myself with a generous amount of Yves Saint Laurent Jazz after shave I was ready to make my way to the aforementioned restaurant.
 
It was almost time for my entrance to this classy room which oozed charm and sophistication. 
 
On first inspection I was delighted with the view,a bright Crimson carpet led to 24 tables seating up to 4 persons,each contained a quaint candle which was protruding from a chianti bottle contained within a basket.
 
There was a huge crystal chandelier which positioned itself in the middle of the room and beyond this several cutlery and crockery cabinets which added a bit of class since they contained "Royal Albert Bone China" within them.  
 
I suddenly felt transported into a different time until I was shaken from my bubble by a tap on my shoulder.
 
A dining steward wanted to enquire who I was and to also to introduce me to a lady who was now presented to me in all her glory.
 
She was wearing the most beautiful satin laced ball gown revealing her generous buxom chest and golden strapped sandals which revealed her fishnet tights and pink protruding painted toenails
 
Mylène beamed a smile and took my hand before taking me to the seating area.
 
'You look absolutely ravishing,I almost didn't recognise you Mylène,I love the diamond necklace and matching earrings they look very classy'
 
She smiled and slightly blushed at my compliment before clicking her fingers and ordering drinks.
 
'Waiter I'd like a bottle of Dom Perignon  champagne 1942,oh I know what you're thinking,oh I don't think you've introduced yourself".
I paused for breath before presenting her with my card.
 
'Oh my goodness you're that famous online author Andrè Lenoge !!!!!,I'm a huge fan of yours and have read all of your short stories.Well Andrè I bet you didn't recognise me with my clothes on ha ha'
 
We both laughed and then discussed what to choose on the menu as more of the diners made their way to their respective tables.
 
After a quick inspection I decided to order a melon cocktail for starters,beef bourguignon for my main course and if I can manage it tiramisu for my dessert.
 
Mylène decided to skip the starter and ordered a seafood platter with a nicioise salad for her main meal and a fruit cocktail with Neapolitan ice cream for her dessert.
 
Despite the name of the restaurant it catered for all continental cuisine tastes and did a roaring trade when the train was packed to the rafters.
 
The food served up was a real treat for someone who's taste buds love to indulge in the culinary delights of a continental cuisine.
 
We ordered cappuccino in the adjacent bar area and discussed with each how what entertainment there might be available tonight.
 
'Well I don't know about you Andrè but I'm going to "The Swingers Club" later which is just around the corner from the bar,I'm not finished with being a naughty vixen tonight ha ha'.
 
I looked at her mischievous grin and gave her a quizzical look and enquired 'what the Blazers is a swingers club.'.
 
She smiled and then replied 'you mean you've never heard of a swingers club?,oh Andrè I can't believe a man of the world like you hasn't indulged yourself at least once by going to one of these events'.
 
She explained to me in concise detail what the club was in essence,I listened with fascination and with no little humour'
 
'Oh I thought a swingers club might have had something to do with the swinging 60's,perhaps an old school reunion or theme night.
 
We both laughed out loud spontaneously before leaving the restaurant and making our way to our respective cabins.
 
I needed to freshen up so decided on taking a quick shower after feeling a little hot under the collar after spending time with a hot diva like Mylène.
 
I was just about to step out of the shower when I suddenly heard a knock on my door,after quickly placing my bathrobe on I speedily made my way towards the door to see who it was.
 
Standing there in her glorious satin dress looking every inch a goddess was Mylène,she greeted me with a smile before playfully attempting to untie my bathrobe.
 
'Mylène I see you've already changed into another one of your stunning outfits,just give me 5 minutes and be ready to leave'
 
She was just about to turn and leave when I noticed that she had knelt down and was looking for something.
 
'Now where did I leave my stiletto shoes?,oh silly me now I remember I brought them back with me',am I being naughty Andrè?'.
 
I was grinning from ear to ear as I suddenly noticed that she wasn't wearing any underwear and her left breast had popped out of her dress.
 
We both looked at each other with passion in our eyes and in an instant embraced each other with a smouldering kiss.
 
Before I knew what had hit me she was removing my bath gown and we were both lying naked on the bed aside from her golden sandals.
 
She playfully placed her left hand on my mouth before tickling my now erect penis and placing her index finger on her left hand into her now moist pussy.
 
Then she went down and stroked my penis until a little sperm trickled out,quickly she caught the drops on the tip of her tongue before opening up her mouth and guiding the top of it into her mouth.
 
I laid down on the floor immediately before she positioned herself in between my legs as slowly she guided my slippery penis into the walls of her sticky sweet flower.
 
By now I was filled with ecstasy as my whole body began to shake and tingle with excitement.
 
I felt her the walls of her vagina become tighter until slowly I felt her orgasm develop as  and with one thrust of passion we both climaxed like a champagne bottled being corked.
 
Exhausted but hugely satisfied I quickly got to my feet and washed myself down with hot water and a lemon soap.
 
'That was just for starters Andrè,I'm coming back for the main course later tonight,phew !!!!! I feel hot I'll see you outside my room in 10 minutes' she whispered in her sexy husky voice'.
 
I grinned and thought of second helpings before placing a white shirt on and getting ready for the evening's entertainment.
 
A few minutes later I was outside Mylène's room expecting to see her smiling like a Cheshire Cat but I was disappointed.
 
I knocked 3 times on her door within 5 minutes without reply and then decided to make my way to tonight's entertainment venue.
 
A large crowd of smartly dressed people were standing near to the entrance of Carlo's which was the name of the room I was about to enter.
 
After stepping into the room a man tapped me on my shoulder and held out a bread basket,but there was no bread to be found in it.
 
'Pardon Monsieur I need your room key,are you here for the swingers club?',I quickly felt for my key in my right trouser pocket and handed it to him immediately before inspecting the guests in the room.
 
Suddenly I noticed Mylène,she was sat in between a group of rather debonair gentlemen and seemed to be sharing a joke whilst sipping a glass of her favourite champagne.
 
Our our eyes eventually met and her smile turned to a frown before she quickly excused herself and marched over towards the lady's toilets.
 
I was a little confused to why she had gone on alone after we agreed to meet outside her room but I guess that's her prerogative.
 
After a short while she returned to her table and waved me over to her,I duly obliged and was introduced to the esteem company she was keeping.
 
'Andrè you decided to come,what a hoot to be surrounded by so many handsome gentleman.
One of you hunks are going to have the time of your life after winning me in the draw tonight'.
 
She was interrupted briefly by an announcement by a suave young gentleman with a microphone.
 
'Right ladies and gentlemen can I just ask anyone here present who hadn't handed their room key in to do so immediately so we can start the pairing up'.
 
A swingers club rules were simple the ladies would select a key to choose which gentlemen they would spend the night with.
 
Me and Mylène appeared to be the odd ones out as all of the other guests in the room were couples which should make things interesting. 
 
 

An unearthly silence descended upon the room as the compère for the evening made his entrance dressed in a smart Gucci suit and matching trousers.

 

He steadily made his way out to the front before calling out to all of the ladies present to join him for the selection process.

 

The gentleman looked on,some with anticipation whilst others started to clap with excitement.

 

On a small table a box was positioned from which the keys to the respective guests rested.

 

First to make her selection was a rather plump lady with peroxide hair,she slowly placed her hand into a small hole on top of the box and selected a key.

 

The rule was that no key or room numbers were to be revealed until each lady had made her choice.

 

In total there were 10 keys in the box and the selection process wouldn't be too enduring for all who waited with great anticipation.

 

The last lady to select her key was Mylène Farmer who had a rather embarrassed look etched upon her face as she realised which number she had selected.

 

It was now time to reveal which gentlemen the ladies had selected as the compère quickly grabbed a piece of paper with the corresponding names to the room numbers.

 

'Ok ladies and gentlemen I will now reveal which couples will be spending tonight together,I wish you all much fun,frolics and laughter.'

 

I will spare the reader the list of couples announced as this would prove rather tiresome and pedantic.

 

Safe to say Mylène looked at me with a rather sheepish expression and I knew from my  intuition that could only mean one thing.

 

Perhaps the selection process had been fixed,very unlikely but without further delay I made my way towards the front and accepted my partner for the night.

 

'I can't believe it Andrè we've both been selected to spend tonight together,when I said I'm going to come back for the main course you know I was only joking',she said with love in her eyes.

 

'So what happens now?,do we stay here for a while and act out a charade or can we leave and entertain ourselves?.',I enquired with my tongue firmly in my cheek.

 

Mylène didn't reply but instead grabbed my left hand and led me towards the door before whispering in my ear.

 

'Andrè I don't want to spend another minute in this room with those stuffy,snobby people let's go to your room and then we can order some room service'.

 

I shook my head in agreement as she led me away towards my cabin,we briefly stopped and looked into each other's eyes before something rather strange occurred.

 

To the left of my room I noticed a small mirror hanging on the wall and reflecting back at me was image of a man's face.

 

Mylène suddenly saw the sinister face present itself and following the image there appeared to be a plume of smoke which was pouring out from every corner of the mirror.

 

There then followed several small orbs which seemed to dart along the narrow corridor and then the spectre suddenly presented itself as a full apparition in front of our disbelieving eyes.

 

The spirit was by now only a few feet from us and it appeared that it was trying to reach out.

 

Suddenly I heard a whispering voice mock us 'I know what you two love birds are going to be doing tonight but I'll be watching you both like before ha ha ha'.

 

We both looked at each other with absolute horror before Mylène quickly grabbed my cabin key,unlocked the door and we both went into my room and fell back onto my bed.

 

We remained silent in grave anticipation that the spirit hadn't finished with us,we weren't to be disappointed.

 

Within a few seconds we both noticed a thin mist making it's way under the door,it appeared to be glowing on first inspection but within a few minutes had dispersed itself or evaporated.

 

'I don't know about you Mylène but I could do with a stiff drink',she smiled back at me as if what I had said tickled her before she replied.

 

'I could definitely use something stiff but no spirits please,I'll stick to drinking pink champagne'.

 

We both laughed spontaneously which broke the tension and I phoned room service to order drinks and a few choice nibbles.

 

Meanwhile Mylène had gone to the toilet and I could distinctly hear her beautiful voice as I waited patiently for her at the side of the bed.

 

Being a pop superstar she was used to grand entrances so I wasn't too surprised to see that she had returned to my room wearing my white bath robe and golden strapped sandals which didn't really match.

 

'Oh Andrè is that a gun in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me?,I notice your trouser snake has woken up and he looks perky.',she cheekily enquired.

 

We embraced with a smouldering kiss before exchanging tongues and began French kissing.

 

She had just put her hand inside my unzipped pants and was feeling for my erect penis when we were interrupted by a sharp knock on the door,room service had finally arrived.

 

'Good evening here is your order,oh I say have you got your pilots licence sir?',he enquired with a grin.

 

'What the blazers are you on about man?',I snapped.

 

Mylène grinned before covering my modesty with her left hand before tipping the waiter who left the room grinning from ear to ear.

 


After the excitement of the previous evening me and Mylène decided to sleep in our separate rooms and bid one another  good night whilst wishing each other a peaceful nights sleep.
 
My mind was stirred by the thought of that evil presence watching over me so I decided to leave the table lamp on until I felt like I was about to drift off to sleep.

It was just after 3am when I was awoken by a sudden jolt which appeared to emanate from the bookcase at the back of my room near to the door.

One could guess in the half light that an object had either fallen or had been thrown onto the floor.

In the end I decided to ignore the intrusion to my peaceful nights sleep and closed my eyes after switching off the lamp.

Suddenly just a few moments later I felt a cold draft of air pass near to my feet which were peeping out at the base of the bed and then I noticed a light appear under my door.

There then followed two sharp taps on the door and I noticed that the light under the door was becoming dimmed by a shadow.

Something or someone was definitely standing in front of my door and curiosity finally got the better of me as I leapt out of bed like a scolded cat.

On first inspection I couldn't find any object which might have fallen on the floor as I turned to unlock my door.

To my complete surprise I couldn't find anyone in the corridor but turned around to discover that the door to my cabin had been slammed shut.

I made several attempts to open it but alas without success,it appeared that something or someone was standing in my cabin and was now blocking my access.

After a short time I gave up and decided to visit Mylène's room to see if I could stay with her tonight.

However when I reached her cabin I suddenly noticed that her door was wide open, even more curious was the discovery that she had apparently vacated the room leaving her main light on.

I scratched my head and became concerned for her welfare,it was even a greater surprise to me to discover that when I checked her wardrobe I found it empty.

In fact there were no items belonging to her contained within the room to suggest that she had ever stayed there.

This was indeed a puzzle but it would have to keep for the morning as I decided to return to my cabin and make a further attempt to gain access.

On returning I noticed immediately that the door was wide open unlike how I had left it,I was so tired and confused that I literally fell back on the bed and was not interrupted again until 8am when an audio announcement on the train woke me up

We were about to enter "Stazione Di Venezia - Santa Lucia" all passengers were advised to vacate their rooms and take their belongings with them.

I realised that I would have my work cut out but hurriedly packed my suitcase and changed into my clothes before I vacated the room locking the door behind me and making my way to the departure point.

Luckily I was just in time but I was lamenting the fact that I had missed breakfast,a curious collection of passengers and staff huddled together,some looking the worse for ware whilst others chatted to one another.

A few moments later the train pulled into the station and I was keen to see if Mylène was amongst the departing passengers but there was no sign of her.

I observed all the people who disembarked but she did not leave the train,after a small afterthought I decided to roll my suitcase along the station platform and make my way out of the station to a nearby taxi rank.

The early morning bright sunshine had given way to wet drizzle as I finally arrived at the end of a fairly large queue of people who were also awaiting transport to their desired hotels.

I decided to indulge myself with one of my favourite "Peter Stuyvesant" French cigarettes as I waited patiently for the group of people ahead of me to thin out.

After a half an hour's wait I finally found a taxi which was available and made my way towards the driver.

'Taxi per Hotel Ponte Rialto per favore',I said in my pigeon Italian,the driver didn't answer me but nodded his head and placed my suitcase in the boot of his car.

It was only a 10 minutes drive from the station so I didn't have much time for sightseeing or viewing the route which was taken by the driver,although I noted the rather long stretch of road to the centre of Venice.

Finally I arrived at the hotel after a rather long but eventful journey from London,I got out of the car,paid the taxi driver and made my way towards the hotel's grand entrance.

It was just then that I noticed a flyer on a nearby lamp post which was advertising the Venetian ball which I had booked and paid in advance to attend.

The concierge were prompt at the reception and a young bell boy grabbed my case before placing it near to the lift area.

'Good morning Madame I've booked a room in advance,the name is Mr Andrè Lenoge.
I quickly enquired,the lady looked at me in a rather suspicious way before requesting me to surrender my passport.

'Ok Signor you are booked to stay in "The Trapattoni Suite" which has a wonderful view of "The Rialto Bridge",here is your room card which you must swipe on the door panel to gain entrance.

In your room you will find all of the information you need about ideas and activities when spending time in Venice.'

I thanked the receptionist and made my way to the lift area where I was met once again by the bell boy who insisted on taking my suitcase with him in the lift.
The entrance to the hotel was magnificent,the marble panelled floor was only excelled by the beautiful fresco's which were hung on the two walls nearest to the revolving doors.

Above the spiral staircase on the first floor I viewed the most beautiful set of chandeliers which dazzled the tourists and staff no doubt.

Although the receptionist had told me the name of the suite I would be staying in she neglected to mention that the room had a number and it was to my horror that I discovered it was number 13.

Although I was deeply religious being a Roman Catholic I was also a wee bit superstitious and never had any cause to remember a happy time or day connected with that number.
On entering the room I noticed that there was a blue coloured draped four poster bed,a mahogany wardrobe,an office table and two office chairs on wheels positioned next to the table.

The carpet in the room was a lilac blue in  with small intricate patterns of cream coloured flowers embodied into it.

In front of the en-suite shower there was a mini bar containing every miniature spirit or wine one would need along with several mixers to compliment these beverages.

I quickly paid the bellboy a small tip of €20 and began to unpack my suitcase from the resting stand which was provided.

On opening the shutters to the window I saw the most beautiful view of the Rialto bridge and the lagoon beyond it.

The street outside was bustling with pedestrians and noisy cars going past at some speed.

The velvet Crimson coloured curtains were draped and could be tied up if so required,hanging above my 4 poster bed was a painting of "St Marks Square".

The scene had an interesting theme as there appeared to be a street party or one of the classic Venetian balls spilling out onto the streets.

I decided to take a quick shower as I needed to freshen up and then make my plans for the rest of the day.

It was fast approaching midday when finally I prepared myself to leave this sumptuous suite and make my way to the lift area.
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After the excitement of the previous evening me and Mylène decided to sleep in our separate rooms and bid one another  good night whilst wishing each other a peaceful nights sleep.

My mind was stirred by the thought of that evil presence watching over me so I decided to leave the table lamp on until I felt like I was about to drift off to sleep.

It was just after 3am when I was awoken by a sudden jolt which appeared to emanate from the bookcase at the back of my room near to the door.

One could guess in the half light that an object had either fallen or had been thrown onto the floor.

In the end I decided to ignore the intrusion to my peaceful nights sleep and closed my eyes after switching off the lamp.

Suddenly just a few moments later I felt a cold draft of air pass near to my feet which were peeping out at the base of the bed and then I noticed a light appear under my door.

There then followed two sharp taps on the door and I noticed that the light under the door was becoming dimmed by a shadow.

Something or someone was definitely standing in front of my door and curiosity finally got the better of me as I leapt out of bed like a scolded cat.

On first inspection I couldn't find any object which might have fallen on the floor as I turned to unlock my door.

To my complete surprise I couldn't find anyone in the corridor but turned around to discover that the door to my cabin had been slammed shut.

I made several attempts to open it but alas without success,it appeared that something or someone was standing in my cabin and was now blocking my access.

After a short time I gave up and decided to visit Mylène's room to see if I could stay with her tonight.

However when I reached her cabin I suddenly noticed that her door was wide open, even more curious was the discovery that she had apparently vacated the room leaving her main light on.

I scratched my head and became concerned for her welfare,it was even a greater surprise to me to discover that when I checked her wardrobe I found it empty.

In fact there were no items belonging to her contained within the room to suggest that she had ever stayed there.

This was indeed a puzzle but it would have to keep for the morning as I decided to return to my cabin and make a further attempt to gain access.

On returning I noticed immediately that the door was wide open unlike how I had left it,I was so tired and confused that I literally fell back on the bed and was not interrupted again until 8am when an audio announcement on the train woke me up

We were about to enter "Stazione Di Venezia - Santa Lucia" all passengers were advised to vacate their rooms and take their belongings with them.

I realised that I would have my work cut out but hurriedly packed my suitcase and changed into my clothes before I vacated the room locking the door behind me and making my way to the departure point.

Luckily I was just in time but I was lamenting the fact that I had missed breakfast,a curious collection of passengers and staff huddled together,some looking the worse for ware whilst others chatted to one another.

A few moments later the train pulled into the station and I was keen to see if Mylène was amongst the departing passengers but there was no sign of her.

I observed all the people who disembarked but she did not leave the train,after a small afterthought I decided to roll my suitcase along the station platform and make my way out of the station to a nearby taxi rank.

The early morning bright sunshine had given way to wet drizzle as I finally arrived at the end of a fairly large queue of people who were also awaiting transport to their desired hotels.

I decided to indulge myself with one of my favourite "Peter Stuyvesant" French cigarettes as I waited patiently for the group of people ahead of me to thin out.

After a half an hour's wait I finally found a taxi which was available and made my way towards the driver.

'Taxi per Hotel Ponte Rialto per favore',I said in my pigeon Italian,the driver didn't answer me but nodded his head and placed my suitcase in the boot of his car.

It was only a 10 minutes drive from the station so I didn't have much time for sightseeing or viewing the route which was taken by the driver,although I did note that we had travelled on a rather long stretch of road to the centre of Venice.

Finally I arrived at the hotel after a rather long but eventful journey from London,I got out of the car,paid the taxi driver and made my way towards the hotel's grand entrance.

It was just then that I noticed a flyer on a nearby lamp post which was advertising the Venetian ball which I had booked and paid in advance to attend.

The concierge were prompt at the reception and a young bell boy grabbed my case before placing it near to the lift area.

'Good morning Madame I've booked a room in advance,the name is Mr Andrè Lenoge.
I quickly enquired,the lady looked at me in a rather suspicious way before requesting me to surrender my passport.

'Ok Signor you are booked to stay in "The Trapattoni Suite" which has a wonderful view of "The Rialto Bridge",here is your room card which you must swipe on the door panel to gain entrance.

In your room you will find all of the information you need about ideas and activities when spending time in Venice.'

I thanked the receptionist and made my way to the lift area where I was met once again by the bell boy who insisted on taking my suitcase with him in the lift.

The entrance to the hotel was magnificent,the marble panelled floor was only excelled by the beautiful fresco's which were hung on the two walls nearest to the revolving doors.

Above the spiral staircase on the first floor I viewed the most beautiful set of chandeliers which dazzled the tourists and staff no doubt.

Although the receptionist had told me the name of the suite I would be staying in she neglected to mention that the room had a number and it was to my horror that I discovered it was number 13.

Although I was deeply religious being a Roman Catholic I was also a wee bit superstitious and never had any cause to remember a happy time or day connected with that number.

On entering the room I noticed that there was a blue coloured draped four poster bed,a mahogany wardrobe,an office table and two office chairs on wheels positioned next to the table.

The carpet in the room was a lilac blue in  with small intricate patterns of cream coloured flowers embodied into it.

In front of the en-suite shower there was a mini bar containing every miniature spirit or wine one would need along with several mixers to compliment these beverages.

I quickly paid the bellboy a small tip of €20 and began to unpack my suitcase from the resting stand which was provided.

On opening the shutters to the window I saw the most beautiful view of the Rialto bridge and the lagoon beyond it.

The street outside was bustling with pedestrians and noisy cars going past at some speed.

The velvet crimson coloured curtains were draped and could be tied up if so required,hanging above my 4 poster bed was a painting of "St Marks Square".

The scene had an interesting theme as there appeared to be a street party or one of the classic Venetian balls spilling out onto the streets.

I decided to take a quick shower as I needed to freshen up and then make my plans for the rest of the day.

It was fast approaching midday when finally I prepared myself to leave this sumptuous suite and make my way to the lift area.

The corridor adjacent to my room was displayed with many interesting paintings, a reminder of Venice and it's illustrious past.

The lift service was very prompt and efficient,only one other person was present when I stepped into it,she looked vaguely familiar yet I couldn't quite place her face in my mind.

We exchanged smiles and awaited our respective floors,unfortunately for me the lift was ascending so I would be slightly inconvenienced before I would finally make my exit at reception.

Finally the lift brought me to where I desired to be and I quickly marched over to reception where I would hand in my room card,in days of old one would present ones room key but this was a thing of the past given the modernisation of hotels.

I greeted the receptionist and gave her my card but just as I was about to make my exit towards the rotating doors she called me back.

'Excusi Signor one moment please I have a letter for you,it was presented to the desk earlier this morning just after you checked in',she said.

I felt puzzled by this news and was completely unaware of anyone who knew that I was staying at this location let alone the hotel.

'I see,that's strange ok I suppose I had better see what this is all about,thank you Madame good day to you,I replied.

As I stepped outside of the hotel I noticed how the sun was quite bright and high in the sky reflecting over the grand canal,there was a beautiful shimmer or pleasant reflection which was aesthetically pleasing.

Before my tourist adventure could start in earnest I needed to read this letter or mysterious note so I sat down by a bench quite close to where the gondola boats were moored.

On opening the envelope I noticed that it only contained a single card and very few words written on it.

"THOU SHALL SEEK ME IN THE MORNING AND I SHALL NOT BE",it stated and was signed M.

Grandfather would make a right puzzle out of that hey!,I thought to myself,no more proverbs for me they're all in the tale..

Then quite independent of this strange note I suddenly remembered where I had seen the lady's face before,we had both shared the lift together back at the hotel.

It was that authoress Bettina Flores,what a curious coincidence her staying in the very same hotel as myself.

I decided to put these mysterious thoughts to the back of my mind as I approached one of the gondolas nearest to me.

'Buongiorno is this boat free sir?', I enquired,he looked at me quizzically before replying.

'No Signor you must go to "Campo Santa Maria Del Giglio",the tour starts there,it's not far to walk', he said with a grin on his face.

Forward planning wasn't one of my better qualities,I realised that these things had to be booked in advance and one needed to buy a package which usually meant a guide was provided and it entailed a 2 hour walk around the interesting parts of the city.

It was a pleasant enough walk to the location and when I arrived it was apparent to me how popular these tours were.

I quickly noticed several tour guides with different coloured umbrellas speaking in a variety of languages.

I wasn't quite sure what the protocol or procedure was so I decided to approach the first guide who was nearest to me.

'Excuse me miss where do I purchase a ticket for one of these tours?',I enquired,she looked at me in a rather confused manner before pointing to one of the ticket bureaus behind us.

Large queues were developing and some of the people in those queues were giving me rather angry looking stares,presumably they thought that I was trying to jump the queue.

I was just about to enter the ticket bureau when I heard a lady shout out behind me.
'Excuse me sir,there's been a cancellation and a space is available on my tour'.

This was good news indeed I thought to myself,'I quickly turned to the lady and asked her to whom do I pay now?.

She smiled and said 'gratis,it's your lucky day sir no payment required if you would like to follow me to the gondolas',she replied.

A short while later I was on board a gondola boat sharing it with a family of three as we made our way along the grand canal.

The navigator who controlled the boat with his large stick was dressed in a red and white striped top,he had marine blue trousers on and wore a straw hat which were more commonly worn by tourists on beaches.

Although the guide wasn't present on my boat she was just ahead of us on the leading boat,the water was a beautiful green in colour.

It was then that I heard her voice for the first time on the tour as significant land marks revealed themselves.

First of all I noticed "Saint Marks Cathedral",The Grand Opera House,The museum Of Venetian Antiquities which also contained a beautiful palace built in 1413 followed by St.Marks famous Clock Tower in the square.

In the distance I could just make out a small island which was named "Isolo Di San  Michele" and near by to it was the famous island of "Murano" where glass manufacturing was done.

Some of the tourists had the option of visiting this island or finishing off their tour at "Vetreria Galleria San Marco" in St.Marks square,which has been producing fine works of glass since the Roman times.

The whole experience of this short hours journey was profoundly inspiring as the boat made it's final approach for landing.

Another group of tourists were now waiting patiently by the quay side as we began to disembark.

After a short interval the tourist guide led us to St.Marks Square where we stood for 10 minutes before the guide was met by a representative of the Glass factory who spoke at great length in Italian to this lady.

Eventually we entered the building through a narrow door and walked down a dimly lit corridor until I became acutely aware of a blast of warm air which filled the small room where I was now standing.

I soon realised that this was a very hot working environment and most of the glass blowers and staff were almost oblivious to our presence.

I witnessed the demonstration of how glass is moulded into shape,intricate designs were created and the art of blowing glass which was done with a sort of pump vacuum.

Once the tour had finished I decided to browse through the many glass shops and went for a coffee at the cafe near to the shop.

I had only sat down for a few minutes when a lady approached my table,'Excusi Signor Is this seat free?',she enquired.

'Yes please sit down,it's you,the lady in the lift what a curious coincidence,what are you doing here?',I enquired with interest.

She smiled at me,placed her rather large leather Gucci handbag down before removing her generous sunglasses.

'Signor I have something to tell you about Madame Mylène's sudden disappearance', she replied.

'Really please tell me what you know but how are you involved with her apparent vanishing?',I enquired.

'My name is Bettina Flores I'm an online authoress and publicist who has represented Mylène for many years,she's also a dear friend.

I have nothing whatsoever do with her disappearance but I received a card under my cabin door when I was travelling on "The Orient Express" from Paris to Venice'.,she said.

I suddenly realised that at the time I was leaving Paris I had read one of this authoress's books,what a coincidence I thought,her being in the same train as me and staying at the same hotel.

I then presented the note to her which had been given to me at reception,she looked at it but then dismissed the idea that it was connected with Mylene's disappearance.

'This is the note I received',she replied before placing the card on the table,it read -

'To whom this may concern we have Mylène Farmer,no police and we will make further 
contact when a ransom is requested'.

We both looked at each with shock and surprise before Bettina quickly grabbed her handbag and made a speedy exit without as much as a bye or leave.

I decided to take a walk and contemplate this strange new development before heading back to my hotel for this evening's entertainment.

I had a table booked at the hotel's restaurant for 7pm and following that there was the main feature which was "The Venetian Ball".

The hotel provided guests with lavish outfits and masks which were hired out at no extra cost.

It was just after 6pm as I returned to my room feeling rather tired but excited about the forthcoming dinner and ball.

On entering my room I suddenly noticed that the blue velvet curtains were flapping in the wind,I distinctly remembered shutting them as well as the shutters.

Then on my four poster bed I noticed that the maid must have left a floral decoration of petals which seemed odd but a pleasant surprise nevertheless.

I decided to take a quick shower and indulge myself with a small glass of Jack Daniels and Coca Cola from the mini bar.

It was on entering the en-suite shower that I had my biggest surprise,standing behind the curtain was Bettina Flores,she had terror in her eyes.

'What on earth are you doing in my room?,how did you gain access?',i enquired.She looked at me sheepishly before grabbing the drink I held in my left hand and stepped out of the shower and sat on my bed.

'Andrè your life is in danger,they know who you are and where you are staying',she replied.

'How do you know my name,Who are these people you are talking about and why me?',I replied,but before she could answer me there was a sharp knock on the door.

'Bettina I know you're in there,it's Phillipe your husband open up now', he shouted.
On hearing his words she quickly ran towards the open window and stepped onto the veranda.

'Please tell him to go away I can't let him discover me in your room,he's a jealous and possessive man who might cause you some harm if we're seen together', she responded.

I made my way to the door,viewed through the spyglass and didn't see anyone standing behind my door.

Slowly I opened the door to discover that there was nobody there,obviously her husband had left but in all probability I knew he would return at some point.

She ran towards me and we hugged each other before she left my room with a frown etched upon her face.


After Bettina left my room I felt a little bit confused,angry and bewildered,the news she brought to me had really touched a nerve and now I had to come to terms with this new revelation.

Then I considered suddenly that this lady Bettina could be a secret assignation,might she be involved in poor Mylène's apparent kidnapping?.

In any case I would dismiss these thoughts for now as I had an evening's entertainment to look forward to.

First I would need to see reception about my outfit,they had booked Venice's leading costume designer "Antonia Sautter" in to service the attending guests who were going to the ball.

She had an interesting heritage given the fact that she had a German father and an Italian mother.

Her reputation proceeded her,she's renown for her fastidious approach and attention to detail,not allowing any guess to leave until she's completely satisfied by the final detail. 

It was fast approaching 1900 and I had a table booked for dinner,the costume could wait.

I quickly ran towards the lift area and pressed the call button,there seem to be a slight delay but eventually it arrived and was packed with other residents

The hotel had it's own restaurant "Guiseppes", which had been awarded a Michelin five Star rating,on first inspection it looked rather ostentatious and extremely elegant.

At first it seemed rather quiet until a a young lady came rushing towards me before enquiring if I had made a booking in advance,I nodded and was quickly taken to my table which seated 2 people.

All areas of the restaurant were tastefully decorated with beautiful flowers,there were cream coloured draped curtains displayed immediately in front of me.

Behind them I could just make out a narrow view of "The Grand Canal" which was illuminated by the nearby street lamps,this added ambience to the view.

A waiter was speedily making his way to my table with what looked like a wine list and Main menu.

'Good evening sir would like to order something from the wine list",he enquired,'yes I'll have a bottle of "Canaletto Montepulciano D'Abruzzo",I replied.

I could tell he was impressed by my selection as he placed his thumb and finger to his mouth in appreciation.

The wine duly arrived before I noticed an elegant lady had entered the restaurant and she was walking towards my table,surely not I thought.

'Antonia Sautter what an unexpected pleasure,don't say I'll have the honour and pleasure of dining with one of the most prestigious designers in Venice?',I exclaimed with great excitement.

'No sir I don't have time for dining but I noticed your table number,you're Signor Lenoge right?',she enquired.

At first I was slightly confused before responding,'oh I see I'm guessing that you want the measurements for my costume right?',

'Yes sir could you please just come with me if you can spare the time,it will only take five minutes and I've selected several materials for you to choose,if you're lucky it will be ready by the time you have finished your meal',she replied.

I quickly made my way towards reception to a room immediately behind it and there beavering away were an army of dress designers.

At first I dismissed the idea of my outfit being created in such a short space of time but after I watched the busy team at work I started to appreciate their level of professionalism and expertise.

Several materials were inspected and eventually I chose a turquoise silk top with small beads woven into the front and side,matching the trousers,hats and masks were also presented to me and eventually I chose a black Zorro style hat with a selection of duck feathers.

After making my choices I immediately returned to the restaurant but when I arrived at my table I noticed with shock and disbelief that there was a young couple sitting there who were enjoying the wine which I had ordered.

'Excuse me this is my table,I booked it in advance and I'll thank you to stop drinking wine from the bottle I ordered',I said.

'Oh I'm frightfully sorry friend,the waiter said we could have this table as there had been a last minute cancellation',he replied.

'No harm done I suppose ok',I replied,the couple walked out of the restaurant before the manager could reach them.

Now it was time to order my food as the waiter grabbed his iPad to make a note of my preferred selection.

'Vorrei Pasta Con Pomodora E Basilico per favore" e Panna',I said.

These were on the specials board and were guaranteed to be express delivery given that time was now against me.

A delicious meal was devoured as I washed down the last drop of wine and quickly made my way towards the reception area in hope that the lady would be good for her word.

A rather busy looking Antonia was checking the progress of the workforce before she turned to me with a smile.

'Your outfit is ready sir,please come with me and we can see if it fits you', she said excitedly.

I was led to a small changing area where I was given the privacy to try the outfit on,within a few minutes I had stepped out of my clothes and into this spellbinding outfit,it was absolutely fabulous.

'Yes sir it definitely suits you,are you happy with it?,she enquired,I beamed with pleasure and replied 'I'm thrilled with it,thank you ever so much,how did you create it so quickly',I enquired.

'Ah we have our secrets if I tell you then I would have to kill you',she laughed before returning to her staff.

I was finally ready for the ball,all I had to do now was to book a taxi for the main venue of this evening,namely "The Enchanted Palace".

 
It's the night of the Venetian ball which is located at "Piazzale Roma",mystery and legend surround this most prestigious venues with it's renaissance facade.
 
 
 
The evening air had turned rather chilly as I stood outside the hotel foyer awaiting my transport to "The Enchanted Palace" which was the venue for tonight's prestigious ball.
 
I was not alone as several other smartly dressed people were in attendance,I amused myself at their choice of colourful but curious wardrobe taste.
 
At last several taxis pulled up and I was indeed fortunate to take the first one which I shared with two elegantly dressed ladies.
 
We exchanged small talk during the brief journey from the hotel to the palace,the local roads around the centre of Venice seemed to be busier than usual with commuter traffic.
 
The lady who was sitting at the front of the taxi seemed unusually nervous,often fidgeting with her handbag and applying generous amounts of rouge to her cheeks via her makeup mirror.
 
The other lady who sat alongside me seemed calm and focused and appeared to be non responsive to her friends conversation at the front of the vehicle.
 
I thought to myself "does she ever come up for air?",it was difficult to make out their features because both were wearing golden coloured masks.
 
Although the lady at the front did remove hers on the several occasions she had to apply her rouge.
 
Suddenly the vehicle we were travelling in slowed down to an abrupt halt as we approached the huge iron wrought gates which protected this grand palace.
 
A man stepped outside of his security box and spoke a few words to the taxi driver and eventually lifted the barrier which was positioned in front of the gates.
 
In the near distance I could see a procession of people making their way up the gravel driveway which led up to this magnificent location.
 
Two minutes later and I stepped out the taxi and was left in awe at the majesty of aforementioned building.
 
From the front there were 4 columns or pillars which were obviously influenced by Roman design.
 
Draped along these columns were a crimson coloured draping material which displayed tonight's event in dark purple letters.
 
The two ladies from the taxi had now made a speedy exit and we're accepting a free glass of pink champagne from a hostess at the entrance to the palace.
 
It would appear from what I saw that I was the only person who had no partner or escort with them tonight.
 
I quickly accepted my free glass of champagne and made my way into the grand reception area which was breathtakingly beautiful in it's design.
 
There was a giant spiral staircase which led to the first floor and hanging from the ceiling came into view the most stunning "Murano" chandeliers.
 
Each piece of glass was different in colour and design offering a unique reflection onto the dazzling staircase and surrounding walls.
 
Finally I was drawn towards the reception desk where a steady queue of people stood in attendance.
 
An angelic looking fair haired lady with the most beautiful pale blue eyes smiled at me before taking my details.
 
She was wearing an angelic outfit with wings to match but no mask,she immediately stood up from her chair and pointed towards a room where I needed to be for the introduction to tonight's glamorous event.
 
I couldn't take my eyes off her as we exchanged pleasantries and slowly walked to "The Piazzale Suite"
 
On first inspection I noticed a renaissance influence and felt the beautiful ambience  of soft lights which lit up the main stage from where tonight's host would address the guests.
 
There were soft velvet crimson coloured theatre style seats for each guest to sit on,immediately above I noticed a spectacular fresco painted sealing.
 
The theme to the fresco seemed to be influenced on heaven and hell,angels and cherubs were displayed protecting souls from their departed world being confronted by evil entities.
 
My focus was immediately distracted by a sharp voice which boomed out over some rather large speakers behind me which were embedded in a wall.
 
The host was ready to speak to his guests and outline tonight's entertainment,he was no ordinary host but the esteemed owner of this beautiful palace,a sharp witted count with a vivacious personality.
 
'Good evening ladies and gentlemen,I would like to extend a warm welcome to all of my guests on this beautiful evening. 
 
Immediately in front of you there is a small guide pamphlet which will provide you with all of the information of events taking place and the respective times.
 
All that is left for me to say is to wish one and all a memorable and enjoyable evening'.
 
I quickly opened the pamphlet and noticed that the first event "The Virgin Ceremony" was due to take place at the rear of the palace by the facade near to the botanical gardens.
 
I had read up about this ceremony and it fascinated me,it involved one young pure virgin was selected from the Venetian community and escorted by the count's servant to the master of ceremonies.
 
On arriving at the location I quickly noticed several other guests in attendance who were eagerly waiting for the entertainment to begin.
 
To my left I noticed a stocky looking man dressed in a black cape who was holding a naked young maidens hand quite firmly.
 
Then all of a sudden a huge fire spurted out of a dragon shaped sculpture and this lit a massive bonfire in the centre of the facade.
 
The young maiden was lifted by this burly man towards the bonfire where she was strapped to a large piece of wood,this was then tied down with rope.
 
I could see fear etched upon her young face as if she knew exactly what fate was in store for her.
 
A deep hush was then followed by the most piercing scream as the young maiden was positioned above the flames which were leaping up and starting to lick her tender flesh.
 
Then without warning a drum was heard and thick smoke enveloped the guests,suddenly a figure of a man appeared,he wore a mask and black cape.
 
The servant seemed surprised by the emergence of this strange spectre as if it wasn't part of the script.
 
In an instant the ghostly outline of this menacing looking figure was captivating the guests as it appeared to float above the bonfire and distressed young maiden.
 
The young maiden managed to free herself from the rope and attempted an escape but was immediately stopped in her tracks by the burly servant.
 
However just as he was about to return her to the bonfire he was lifted off his feet by a supernatural force so strong that he was thrown thirty yards into the nearby fountain.
 
Meanwhile the spectre was now levitating above the shocked guests who were frozen by fear and mesmerised by this uninvited guest.
 
Some attempted to make their escape but were thrown to the ground by unseen hands,the count suddenly made an appearance and appeared to reason with the spectre but to no avail.
 
Eventually the maiden was released from the stake that held her captive and ran through to the nearby gardens,few I hope would have heard such a scream as she disappeared into the night.
 
The evil entity now turned it's attention to the count as he was plucked from the air and thrown onto the bonfire,his dying screams now piercing the chilly air as his body burnt to a crisp.
 
Immediately to the rear of the bonfire appeared another scantily clad lady,my eyes fixed firmly on hers as she made her way through the dense thick smoke.
 
It was Mylène,she was alive I thought but then I noticed that she didn't appear human or of this world as her silhouette body shape was hollow.
 
I could see straight through her and into the fire,the guests looked on with horror as she stood in front of the spectre where they engaged with a kiss before both of them disappeared into the bonfire followed by the sound of disembodied voices of laughter.
 
A pale and sombre collection of guests emerged into the palace following the tragic death of the count.
 
Italian poisoners,popish emissaries,poisonous air all these guesses were hazarded as the cause of this devastating loss of life.
 
The End 
 

 


 

 
 
 


 
 
 


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