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A real cat fight with claws drawn erupts between two competing pussies in this semi-final conclusion about 20 year-old sensual Singapore virgin Selena's adventures as a hired au pair to a very broad minded French couple Jacques, 50, and his 30 year-old lover Josette.

Because Selina's ultimate surrender requires longer and more graphic erotic detail and would otherwise make this episode too long, the conclusion to her erotic awakening will appear as a separate and final chapter in mid February

Jacques Pardie, the widely travelled professional erotic photographer, is determined to see the innocent young Asian servant submit herself in total surrender to him to reinforce his ego as a masterful seducer. But his patience in waiting for her to come to him has worn too thin for his sophisticated live-in lover, the bi-sexual former French glamour model Josette.

What she first agreed to with Jacques was for feisty sexual frolics in a French ménage a trios – Selena sharing their bed in combined playtimes – has changed to impatience, distrust, anger and finally the impulse for vengeance.

She isn't near as patient as Jacques – when she sees something she wants she's got to get it quickly, his rock hard erection for example. But recently she's been missing out on that too, witnessing for the past few weeks her lover being too absorbed in the young Asian.

Their visit to Surfers Paradise on Australia's Gold Coast a week ago was the last straw when he insisted on her posing for more than two hours in a whole series of erotic positions to supposedly try out his new expensive camera. Seeing how scantily clad and near nude she was at the time and how it excited him was one step too far.

Jealousy rears its ugly head and a woman scorned is a woman indeed to be avoided. Burt it's hard to avoid someone you're jointly employed by when the workplace and their home is the one address in Barker Road Singapore. Even though Selena's not surrendered to him because she desperately wants to remain a virgin until she marries, Josette's worldly background makes her feel sure he's already rolled the ravishing young beauty behind her back while she makes out she's innocent.

Too many opportunities, too much temptation and Selena's got nowhere to hide if he puts her in a corner are the tormenting thoughts racing through the French woman's mind. She won't play second fiddle to any woman.

It was bad enough him ignoring her requests not to take more pictures of Selena but worse – much worse – when many of the poses involved her in next to nothing and touching herself for him to get orgasmic plateau phase images of her serene face.

There's ice in the air despite being back in tropically steamy Singapore as Josette displays all the hallmarks of a woman scorned, and in any language, that talks trouble.

Back at his Barker Road residence the still seething French woman's serving him an ultimatum after catching them in close conversation again. The young Asian au pair isn't making the flirting moves - he is but Josette's convinced she's playing games at her expense.

She's discovered that the originally shy au pair's been getting turned on by posing erotically for him and the slinky Asian's showing unusually responsive patience every time he gets a chance to be close enough to her. Yes, Selena's enjoying his attention but looking up to him more like a father figure, the father she never knew as an orphan. She's been gradually seduced by the attractant resonance of his low pitch sexy French accent when he speaks softly in her ear while he cheekily nibbles her ear lobes and strokes his fingers through her hair making the sensual young Singapore girl break out in goose bumps.

He senses that her defences are weakening, but in getting this far he's tested his long time lover's patience once too often. They're having it out in his downstairs study and Selena, two rooms away, doing housework is embarrassed to hear her name brought up so dramatically in a domestic argument that's loud and boisterous.

"You promised me," she hears Josette shout. "You promised that no other woman would ever again come between us! Now you're obsessed with an immature young Asian girl who hasn't got a brain in her head but just because she's pretty with big tits that's all that counts with Mister Wonderful, the big time photographer."

"Shut up Josette, you're just jealous, the girl's a virgin and I want to take her in good time and she's got to want it, not just me want it," he snaps back. "Nothing's changed between us."

"Ha!" she screams. "Bullshit! Why haven't you made love to me like you used to then? It's been two weeks now and nothing, you're saving your seed for this little servant girl that's why! Go on, admit you've fucked her!"

"You're mad Josette, I'm 50 not your age; it's all in your mind and you'll not tell me I can't look at another woman so go to hell."

"See! You know you've done it behind my back but you won't admit it. I can tell by the way you're avoiding my eyes," she yells and Selena can hear the lift in her voice. "The whole idea was for us to get her into bed with us together not for you to have your own private thing on the side behind my back."

"Oh shut up Josette, you're just imagining it because you're jealous that she's 10 years younger and just as good looking as you. Jealousy's a curse."

"Well up yours Mr Thinks He's So Good," she shouts louder with venomous sarcasm. "I've stood by you and gave you sex whenever you wanted it, put up with your flirting with the models and you make me wait in line behind a little Asian schoolgirl."

"Selena's not a schoolgirl, you know that," he argues in a more restrained voice.

"Well she may's well be, she's so stupid and naive," the French woman laughs aloud.

Selena's heard enough to make her wince. Josette's called her a schoolgirl, stupid, naive, immature and without any brains and she knows the French woman is clearly livid with jealousy believing that Jacques has secretly had intercourse with her.

"Josette go away and cool off again, you're too hot under the collar," Selena hears him shouting at her. "I've got to take the car to the garage for service. I don't need this senseless talk."

Josette's convinced that when Jacques stopped making love to her suddenly he's almost certainly getting it somewhere else and who else but Selena is so young, sexy and privately accessible? She's made up her mind and wants to give the maid a piece of her mind and maybe more.

Selena desperately wants to keep her job. Josette hand-picked her from a line of job applicants and interviewed her carefully. It seems the rapport they once enjoyed has gone, replaced by bitterness by an older woman feeling threatened by someone just as pretty and worse, 10 years younger and a sensuous virgin. To the erotic minded Frenchman the young Asian is like pollen to a bee.

The innocent Asian gets more nervous when she hears Jacques yell at Josette to shut up or go find another sugar daddy. She scurries off when she hears him storming out of the house to take his Benz in for its service, shouting out he'll get a taxi back after he goes for a drink.

"Bastard!" Josette call out as he heads for the connecting door to the garage.

While pandemonium's about the break loose when Josette confronts Selena and it's like jungle warfare between two big cats, across town the very much in control Indian landlord Mr Singh has well and truly tamed and trained his two precocious teenage tenants Mandy and Sherrie into playful pussy cats he can sit in his lap to be stroked while they purr and let him have his way with them.

Like the circus ringmaster with the whip hand he's successfully got both of them jumping to his command by trading the money starved unemployed and recently expelled high school students with free accommodation and meals in exchange for them talking turns a night about in his bed until such time they can find jobs to pay their way.

He sat them down soon after arriving after realising they hardly had enough money to buy food let alone the skimpy outfits he since got them into from one of Singapore's adult shops. After assessing their real potential he gave them a timely history and geography lesson the likes of which they didn't get in their primary school days. They'd have to be like the early traders from the Old World when the early Merchants (who were not just from Venice thanks Mr Shakespeare) travelled from one country to the next by boat to trade.

Payment in the way of goods or services was the norm when opposite parties were offered something they either needed or could use but didn't already have – Mandy and Sherrie sure got the picture and just as well because a picture saves an author a thousand words.

And the not so bright one Sherrie nodded agreeably, showing she can learn something and let it sink in. Her former school teachers would be very surprised indeed.

"You give three meals a day and free house and we give you sex," she summed up perfectly well at the time to which he added, "Of course, but don't call it sex, it's essential education you both need because you dropped out of school much too early with much to know and I will teach."
At least they laughed, then looked at each other with that Asian-like frown that suggested they had no choice or it's back to their parents where they're already in disgrace.

That he can make them orgasm more powerfully than they ever believed possible makes them enjoy the unusual trade-off all the more. Sometimes he doubts if they're trying hard enough to find jobs and sometimes they doubt if he wants them to hurry because they know he's on a good thing. He's on two good things to be more accurate.

It's been the best six months of the randy Indian's life in Singapore where the Asian girls are a cut above the Asian pack for beauty and almost unquenchable curiosity for bigger cocks. By the time they move on, he's had the best part of a whole year's almost continuous erotic opportunities with Mandy and Sherrie and broadly speaking, he's stretched much more than their imaginations.

He's found that Sherrie, the younger of the two, can get orgasms just by the way he sucks her elongated puffy-type fat nipples. He thinks but can't be sure both expelled school students lied to him about their age because they just don't seem bright enough to be final year wannabes.

The size and firmness of their breasts tell him enough about their maturity – 34B cup in Mandy's case and 36B for Sherrie are notably nice sized tits for Asians their age, especially the way they sit up without any support. Here are two chicks that'll never need implants to impress anyone about their size.

Every time he sees them one at a time taking turns in his bed at night lying back in their sexy negligees he bought them to make his enjoyment all the more erotic, he prays and thanks Buddha for turning a blind eye to his fetish for wanting to feel so much younger again. After all, an Indian is only as old as the female he's feeling.

He no longer needs to make up his energy drink for them as he did for Selena over 18 months when he added his own pure white cum to the goat's milk and sprinkled camouflage nutmeg on top to gleefully watch her unwittingly swallowing his seed – even thanking him for it.

For a while he got Mandy and Sherrie to swallow down his 'energy drinks' just as happily to his everyday delight, saying how good it was for their young complexions. Now he just releases it directly into their hungry mouths after he gets them so turned on they can't resist the feeling of his thick penis as he lets them suck on it for as long as possible before grabbing them by the back of their heads and thrusting it fast between their tightly clamped lips in lusty face fucks.

He enjoys hearing the slurping noises they make kneeling so subserviently before him as naughty ex-schoolgirls should, but he's gentlemanly enough to stop just momentarily at times for them to get their breath and not gag on his bold erection. He knows they hated discipline at home and at school but in his humble abode they've been educated how to have more respect for older people.

He gave them the red carpet welcome when they arrived on his doorstep almost broke, desperate for somewhere to stay, and now each night about he gives each of them a white carpet of cum on their tongues at the start of his regular two-hour sex sessions.

It's his ritual every night, one at a time taking turns about with their only break to menstruate on their monthly cycle. He figures quite fairly they should have the comfort of getting over that without further penetration.

Each evening they turn up together for their free dinners but only one of them stays with him for bedtime. Last night it was saucy Sherrie's turn to undress sexily and she always does it in the best tradition of prick teasing. Sherrie's a born exhibitionist and always takes her time as he sits and watches gloatingly knowing he has them in the palm of his hand.

He doesn't know where she learnt to strip so seductively being so young unless the Singapore education system has a more broadminded approach to preparing young women for the outside world. Sherrie's clothes come off piece by piece, her hands and fingers using body language innuendo to tempt the older man with her teenage taunts. She's just a natural at being so naughty as one of God's gifts to greedy guys. Mr Singh always groans as she finally turns her back naked and slips into the negligee that falls level with the tops of her shapely thighs before she turns around facing him sucking on two fingers to say she's ready for the real thing.

Isn't he lucky this pair of adventurous somewhat lost souls turned up at his door looking for someone to find them? And isn't he lucky they've got an irresistible interest in bigger cocks? And isn't he lucky the good Lord blessed him with something the perfect size to sooth any female's longing for a man capable of lasting much longer?

By the time Mandy and Sherrie move on out of his life there's nothing any porn queen could teach them about sexual satisfaction. Mr Singh is a traditionalist in some sense. For example, after he face fucks Sherrie and Mandy on their respective stopovers he sticks to a routine that always works best for him. They must lay face down while he massages their entire bodies before getting between their legs and lifting them up, resting shapely young thighs on his 45 year-old shoulders and using his tongue to tease them anally but not only.

They love his routine, feeling so many tingling sensations around the rim and across the sensitive small divide meeting up with the lower end of their vaginas. He knows that females can't resist the feeling of being teased there in conjunction with clitoral touching so he always gets them lubricated enough in the back passage to insert his fat thumb up to the top knuckles first, twisting it about and sliding it in and out to excite each of them while using his other hand to reach around and stimulate the clitoris with impeccable precision rhythm.

He never fails to get them to orgasm; it's so much easier when they're younger and not used to a man's erotic touch. And it's especially so when he slides two fingers into the other orifice while the vagina's wet from anticipation. Once they orgasm twice in his unforgiving foreplay ending with him stimulating their anus and clitoris simultaneously, he knows their hairless pussies are always ready for a long hard grinding session of intercourse.

It seems to Sherrie and Mandy that the Indian's insatiable but we know he can afford to be with such delicious playthings on hand behind closed doors at his humble abode. His tantric sex training discipline allows him to last much longer than most men and at the same time keep giving them multiple orgasms until they feel exhausted and can't take any more. This is how the real Indians do it and possibly why Indian women seem to go about with a smile on their faces most of the time.

We leave Mr Singh, Mandy and Sherrie to their combined pleasures, comforted by the knowledge that as you're reading this they're still at it. Grown men are allowed to groan but let's not forget he's only doing this for their own good. Are there any ex-school students in your neighbourhood with the same problem that Mandy and Sherrie took to Mr Singh? Great for bachelors but for married men it's best they behave and forever hold the peace – unless they've got a willing wife! Now smile.

Back at Barker Road though, a hostile French woman is anything but smiling. Josette's out to jump Selena while Jacques is out of the house for an hour and to vent her anger in no uncertain terms. The steely minded and steamed up Paris model is coming after her and her claws are out. A cat fight is about to erupt that will see both pussies on all fours on the floor literally tearing strips off each other's clothes until they both end up near naked, bitten, scratched, bruised and strands of hair all over the place.

Josette catches up with Selena in the main living area, bending over adjusting the big cushions on their six-seater settee. She's heard Josette coming and she's frightened of any confrontation, hating to think her job's in jeopardy.

What a contrast in dress styles they make: Selena in her erotic attire of nothing but an opaque silk skin coloured body hugging full length catsuit and platform high heel shoes and Josette who looks so sophisticated in six-inch black high heel shoes, a black satin mini skirt that drops to 10 inches short of her knees and set off by her black nylon stockings, a long sleeved black and white jacket that comes to just below her waist and held by only two buttons, one just below her exposed bust line and the other level with her navel. Under the jacket she wears a matching black satin thin straps camisole without bra.

Her smart appearance is complemented by an expensive double string pearl necklace that Jacques bought her in Paris – his very first gift for her. It's a new outfit and she intends going out in it after Jacques gets back. Well, that's what she intended anyway but sometimes when someone loses their cool it can change a lot of things.

Josette sweeps into the room like a hurricane looking for somewhere to inflict damage, spies Selena and uncorks her bottled up feelings.

"What are you doing Selena?" the anger evident in her voice as she bears down on the hapless young Asian girl, a French woman scorned and eager to frighten the daylights out of her adversary.

"I do nothing wrong have I?" the target of her scorn replies in a tentative tone as she turns around finding Josette hands on hips seething.

"You little tart," she shouts, prodding Selena on the shoulder and making her step back defensively. "You've turned Jacques against me haven't you? Making him worship your little virgin body while I'm supposed to wait until one day you feel like giving him what he wants."

"I not know what....I don't..." Selena stammers.

"Of course you do you little cat, I got you this job because Jacques only wanted to screw a young chick your age to see if Mr Wonderful that he thinks he is was still up to it," Josette hisses, leaning forward putting her face right up to Selena who's turned ashen faced, blinking in fear. "So the little au pair I trusted turns out to be a secret lover, that's the thanks I get for getting you a job with a big wage."

Her sarcastic shot at the au pair hits Selena where it hurts – in her heart. She's instantly shocked at Josette's sudden outburst and the way she's turned against her when they were getting on so well. It was a friendship she valued very much but after overhearing what she screamed at Jacques about her she sees her whole world crashing around her.

"But...but I haven't...we haven't," the 20 year-old tries to explain

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"Don't give me that look-at-me-I'm-innocent face Selena, I've seen the way he looks at you, you little sneak," Josette shrieks. "I've caught you twice now whispering together thinking I don't know you're up to something."

Selena's stung by the rage in the French woman's voice but at the same time she's getting angry too, at being insulted and the way Josette flicks her hand threateningly close to her face as if she's going to slap her.

"Me sorry you so upset but true, nothing bad did happen, you just think" she fires back at the French woman. Josette, jealousy burning inside, pushes Selena forcibly back on the settee. She gets up and Josette pushes her back much harder this time, making Selena's head bump the wall behind.

She gets up again and for the third time the taller and stronger French woman pushes her back down again and kicks her in the shins.

"Ow! Why you do that?" Selena cries. "You nasty woman - jealous maybe he think me more pretty than you," she shouts with rising emotion. "You not deserve him."

The young Asian's remarks really hit a nerve. Josette glares at her and lunges.

"How dare you of all people tell me I don't deserve him! You'll pay for that," she shrieks as she leans over and grabs the 20 year-old around the shoulders dragging her to her feet and shakes her. The force rips Selena's silk catsuit down both arms exposing most of her firm bountiful breasts.

"Wa! What you do stop" the au pair screams and lands an open hand hard slap on the 30 year-old's face. It came out of nowhere and Selena can't believe she did it but the resounding slap noise and the shocked look on the French woman's face was enough for the au pair to know she's in bigger trouble now.

"Oooh you bitch," she yells and pulls Selena's hair so hard the au pair loses her balance and falls over. "Keep away from my man or I'll scratch your face you little slut. Your place's in the kitchen."

Josette starts to whack Selena around the head with a fashion magazine she grabs off the coffee table but Selena grabs her around both her nylon stockinged legs and heaves hard to one side in a rugby football-like tackle sending the elegantly dressed warrior to the floor knocking the coffee table sideways.

They start to wrestle but Selena's got to her feet first and bends over Josette with fire in her usually placid eyes. "You rip my suit, how you like me tear your clothes?" she shrills as she rips apart the buttons in the satin jacket, the new outfit she intended to wear out, and drags it partly off her shoulders with buttons flying in the air.

"You slut! You little slut!" Josette retaliates. "That's my new jacket!" a touch of panic in her voice as she tries to pull the jacket back over her shoulder but the fired up Asian, so certain she's lost her job anyway, rips her camisole down exposing her bare breasts. They struggle on the floor shouting insults at each other, legs flying and arms thrashing about until Josette manages to get a firm hold on Selena's silk body suit and puts her fingernails through the flimsy garment shedding a long tear from the neck down to just below the navel.

"Oh no!" the au pair wails"

"I'll fix you!" the French woman hisses as she lets fly with a flurry of clenched fists that miss as Selena gets to her feet first and jumps with faster agility behind Josette, grabbing the bottom ends of her spanking new satin jacket before reefing it with all her strength upwards until it drags her arms up and the determined young Asian falls on her back triumphantly with Josette's jacket in her hand. She screws it up and throws it in the taller woman's face.

Josette shrieks when she grabs the crumpled new jacket minus the only two buttons and sees the big rip in her matching camisole, now hanging below her breasts.

"You little hussy!" she screams at Selena as they both stand toe to toe pushing and shoving each until they both fall on to the settee arms thrashing and legs kicking.

"You insult me nasty woman, I no cheat you wrong," you take this!" Selena yells in loud Singlish as she grabs hold of the struggling Parisian's pearl necklace and snaps it off her neck.

Josette gets back to her feet wailing, "My pearls, my pearls, oh Jacques look what she's done!" Rushing over to where the broken strand landed in the middle of the room she shrieks, "Oh you despicable little Asian whore! Just wait till I tell Jacques what you did with his first gift to me."

She rushes at Selena so hard she bowls her over and gets her face down straddling her, shredding her already torn silk cat suit until it's just hanging off her in pieces, the only undamaged part being from the lower thighs down. Selena's twisting and struggling about like a football player held down in a tackle but manages to get one hand back behind her and gets just enough leverage to thrust it up under her adversary's skirt to grab hold of the top of her nylon stockings, stretching them awkwardly as she tries to roll out of Josette's tackle.

The French woman's desperate not to have any more of her clothes ruined and lets go but the young Singapore girl won't let go of Josette's stockings until she's finally ripped one leg off her thigh and dragged it down to her knee.

"Ha see, you not so pretty now," Selina laughs but it's an emotionally nervous laugh not one of joy. "You make me no clothes on you rotten thing!" she screams and grabs hold of the other woman's skirt at the waist unhooking it frantically so she can start dragging it down over her hips. Selena's equal desperation rises to the fore so much she gets the French woman's skirt down low enough so that when Josette regains herself and tries to stand up she falls over on to the settee.

It gives Selena the chance to have another grab at her loosened skirt and she quickly drags it down to the ankles. Josette's kicking like a mad bull, cursing in French and narrowly missing Selena's head as the younger one in the struggle for supremacy bobs and weaves about. She uses Josette's prone position and flailing legs to advantage in getting the black satin skirt over the high heels to fling it into the corner of the room.

Josette lets fly with a mouthful of French filth but the Asian doesn't know what she's saying anyway and they start to hand grapple again. Josette suddenly bites Selena hard leaving teeth marks on her forearm and making her yelp in pain. The audacious au pair answers anger with anger and bites her back, but it's no love bite; it's a fierce crunch on Josette's upper arm with a big blue bruise to show where she's been.

They fall to the floor, rolling over and over, cursing, screaming obscenities and both grabbing hold of each other's hair pulling so hard it jerks their heads every tug. Selena's all but naked, her silk catsuit in tatters, the top part hanging loose down over the only undamaged part now below her knees.

Josette's lost her pearl necklace, one stocking's completely stuffed, her skirt's gone, her satin jacket's off and damaged and her partly ripped camisole's hanging down over her lower abdomen. All she's got left untouched is her black lace panties and black high heels. Selena's savage enough now to strip her of her underwear after the way the French model ripped into the Asian's silk catsuit rendering it useless.

They continue to roll around, legs wrapped around each other trying to stay in control as they slap each other hard about the shoulders and tug handfuls of hair but it's Josette that gets in the right position to land a really hard slap to the face that stings so much Selena cries out and swears loudly, "fuck you fuck you fuck you!"

They scramble to their feet and trip over the coffee table, Josette falling in such a way her shoulder catches the solid oak timber corner of it and gives her a big bruise to remember for days. Selena, as though fighting for her very life, leaps upon her and grabs the waist band of her opponent's lace panties and starts to drag them down but Josette fights back, grabbing one side of her briefs, tugging in the opposite direction until both women have the silk undergarment stretched beyond its capacity to retain its shape. Josette hears the unsavoury sound of silk surrendering to savage treatment and lets out another wail as the flimsy garment gives way and is left in two pieces, a portion hanging from one leg the other part in Selena's victorious hand.

"I'll kill you after this!" the French model shrills, going berserk over the way her new street outfit is totally wrecked, she's bruised and bleeding near the mouth where Selena's fist got too close. But her black high heels are untouched making her seem unusually erotic as she stands up hair in a mess to struggle face to face to the young Asian who's naked down to her knees, strands of her long black hair all over the place and she's breathing in panic.

As they stand up face to face like two prize fighters in the final of 15 rounds in the ring, the phone rings but they ignore it. Jacques wonders why no one answers the phone.

He suddenly feels a cold chill down his spine, cursing himself for leaving Selena alone after seeing how emotional and fed up Josette was when he left to take the car in. Surely not, he thinks in panic. What if? he wonders as urgency takes precedence over his relaxing drink and he gulps it down to fetch a taxi.

He doesn't know it yet but the living room resembles a battleground with the imported coffee table on its side, flowers dashed to the floor, the six-seater settee sideways, bits and pieces of women's clothing scattered all over the place and two women standing toe to toe arms flailing at each other like two boxers going for broke hoping to land the knockout punch.

They get nowhere blocking each other as expertly as real fighters trained to defend while going on the attack. Suddenly the screams, shouting and swearing stops as they whale into each other as thought it's a silent movie without an audience.

They grab handfuls of each other's hair making them open their mouths again to screech when it hurts but it's close to the bell and while the punches fly left right and centre it's the one that lands on the edge of Selena's eye that gives Josette a technical knock-out victory.

Selena feels the impact and reels, then comes the stinging sensation and she staggers back, losing her balance and falling on her back to the floor, crumpled but not hurt bad except for her pride and a whopping weal coming up as the bruised left eye shows absolute evidence that things turned nasty when Jacques left them alone.

Josette, puffing, stands over her shouting. "Had enough slut? I want you out of here! Get to your room!"

The French woman storms off to clean herself up knowing that Jacques will be furious and she wants Selena to cop the blame for starting it using the excuse she spoke to Selena and the girl ripped off his pearl necklace and ruined it in her temper.

Selena gets to her feet, battered and bruised too, with marks over both arms where the punches and bites landed on her tender skin. There are three bruises on her thighs and just as many on Josette's legs and arms when she gets in front of her bedroom mirror to survey the savagery of their cat fight. A bit of her hair's been pulled out at the roots by Selena and she throws herself on their bed sobbing.

Selena's back in her room opposite her on the upstairs hallway, locking the door behind her. She tosses her tired and aching body on the bed and cries uncontrollably.

Fifteen minutes later Jacques arrives home horrified to find the main living room like a disaster zone, with remnants of Selena's silk outfit on the floor, and Josette's skirt, jacket and chemise in different parts of the room around an overturned coffee table. The women are nowhere to be seen and the silence is deafening.

He searches all the downstairs rooms before rushing up the staircase and running down the hallway to find both his and Selena's bedroom doors uncharacteristically closed. Neither door has ever been shut all the time the young au pair's been with them.

He tries to open Selena's door but it's locked so he's glad to find his bedroom door unlocked as he wrenches at the door handle. Josette's on the bed just as she was when she landed there after the fight but she's no longer crying.

"What's happened? What's happened?" he asks excitedly, "place downstairs is in a mess and look at you."

"Oh Jacques," she cries plaintively for sympathy. "I tried to reason with her but she went crazy and attacked me"

"What? Selena? I don't believe it," he says with a sickening feeling mounting in his stomach that something really bad's happened in his absence.

"She ripped that lovely pearl necklace off my neck that you gave me when we first met, it was awful, she's so jealous of me having you," Josette lies with incredulous cunning.

"How did this happen? I can't believe she'd do that; she's not that kind of woman." The Frenchman is furious with himself for letting the two women get into a spat and probably because of Josette's apparent jealousy just as he had Selina on the edge of giving in to him.

He knows that when a woman's in emotional turmoil the last thing on her mind would be erotic sex and he was so close, so close. Has many weeks of deliberately slow hand approach to seduce her gone down the drain?

Josette's sitting up returning to her fiesty mood. "You've got to get rid of her Jacques, she's a trouble-maker," she demands. "Look at the bruises on me and this bite mark, she's a little animal."

"How did this start?" he demands.

"I just told her I wasn't happy with her flirting with you and she went crazy. Maybe there's things about Asian women you don't know yet but she fought me like a little devil; she was really trying to hurt me. I was so shocked I just had to defend myself.

"Look at what's left of my clothes, she was insatiable ripping my new outfit off me because I'm your woman and I dress better and I'm superior to her."

"This doesn't make sense Josette but are you okay or is it just your pride that's hurt?"

The French woman fumes at the first hint he's going to side with the young Asian au pair.

"I tell you Jacques you must send her packing, we've been too long together to let someone so young come between us. She even said sometimes you make her sick the way you fawn over her and wishes you'd leave her alone."

She knows the very thought of that will hurt and that's what she intended as lie upon lie deepens her resolve to get rid of the au pair.

The Frenchman isn't anybody's fool but Josette's cutting remark exposes a rare weakness she knows she can exploit. Instantly Jacques feels his age. He's 50, Selina's 20; has he really made a fool of himself? Thoughts of panic at everything that he's ever said to Selena suddenly flood his brain. Has she just been nice to him to keep her job with a BMW sports car in the offering if she stays with them as their au pair for at least 12 months and meets certain qualifying conditions? Is this why she's reluctant to 'come to him'? he wonders? Is Josette right after all? Has he been unfair to his long time lover and is it time to end the au pair relationship?

"Josette I'm sorry whatever happened has happened but I warned you to cool down when I left here to take the car in," he reminds her. "It's just as well our driver Jusuf is bringing it back; I'd hate to leave you two alone again. Anyway, why aren't you wearing any pants? Don't try to tell me Selena took them off you; I'd like to see that."

"She did, she did," Josette complains, showing him two fingernail scratches and a bruise on her waist. "We were wrestling and it was horrible.

"Jacques please believe me she's not as innocent as you think, she's a bad tempered little hussy and she's out to make a fool of you at your age and split us up. She only wants what she can get out of you."

Josette's cutting words really cut if they count for anything but he's been around her long enough to know how she can put the knife in and twist it in an argument and he's deeply suspicious about her side of the story and just as much hoping she's made it up.

He can have Josette anytime but not Selena; there's a window of opportunity that was opening up at long last but has it just closed? He must keep her faith in him at all costs or his erotic idea of a sexy ménage a trios has been a very expensive gamble gone wrong at the last minute.

He knows if Selena quits her job now she only walks away with her lucrative weekly wage and bonuses he promised but if she stays the full agreed term and meets certain conditions such as his amorous touches, erotic posing for his camera and massaging him and Josette without their clothes when they ask for it, she's entitled to a BMW sports car showroom fresh and a wardrobe of clothes from casual to fashion wear when she goes.

Jacques can't imagine Selena, being an orphan and basically broke, giving that up by deliberately attacking Josette yet he's amazed at how his 30 year-old lover ended up almost naked in a simple disagreement with the au pair. If Selena started such a physical fight it goes against her entire character and it must have been one with skin and hair flying for such a mess to be left behind.

"I'm going to see if Selena's all right so don't start anything Josette," he warns.

"Don't listen to her Jacques, she'll say anything to get you to turn against me, "comes her expected reply as he stalks out the door and across the hallway only to find Selena's door still locked.

He knocks loudly and calls out to open it for him but there's no answer. She's inside terrified to let him see her with a black eye and even though she's got into shorts and a tank top for decency she's acting like a nervous frightened cat, unhinged and jumpy.

He raps on the door again but louder and calls out to let him in. "I just want to talk to you," he sings out. Selena's never disobeyed anyone in her life; she's the complete compliant but for the first time she's afraid of him over what's happened. Making it worse she remembers Josette screaming just wait till she tells Jacques about her ripping off her neck the pearl necklace he gave her and throwing it across the room.

"Selena I insist you open the door immediately!" he shouts and bangs on the door hard. "Now open it now or I'll get cranky with you."

Timidly she does, unlatching and standing back as he barges into the room looking frantic.

"What's going on?" he asks in a more reserved tone recognising that she's acting nervously. Then he spots her shiner.

"My God, did Josette give you that black eye?"

She simply nods and starts to whimper like a child. "I did best possible to not fight but she did push me over three times. Me hit head on the wall and she laugh and kick my shin saying bad things not true."

"Who hit who first?" he asks already knowing the answer.

"Not me, I did want to talk not fight. Me hate fight but she start it pushing me over. Yes me sorry I grab and broke pearl necklace you gave her but she did hurt me much first."

"Listen Selena, pearls are merely possessions they have no feelings. I'm more concerned about that eye of yours. Any other injuries on you?"

"Me feeling sore and she did bite me bad on arm here – look big mark from teeth so I bite her back too and slap her face. We punch many times and pull hair not good but sir, me not start, she did tear my silky suit and damage it bad making me look rude. Me just hit back, not start anything."

He notices after all his seductive successes with her she's gone back to calling him sir as she did when they first met, a sign of her retreating into her shell and feeling subservient.

"Listen Selena, I think you're in a bit of shock, you need to get some sleep and get over this and stop calling me sir, it's Jacques to you"

"Yes sir, yes Mr Pardie, me very upset and so sorry for everything. Do you want me to go?"

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"Good God no that's the last thing I want Selena, I want to see you laughing and happy again. Would you like me to give you tomorrow off?"

"No sir, I mean no, I must work but Josette frightens me. She did want trouble so me not know what to do now, must keep job."

He gives her a reassuring kiss on the cheek and strokes the side of her reddened face. "Don't you worry about that, I will take care of it. Josette won't do this again I promise you."

"You good man like father to me, you make me feel good."

"Selena if you only knew how much I care about you; look I insist you take the day off tomorrow, just go out on your own somewhere but put your sunglasses on to hide that black eye."

"I do that, you most kind but I get Jusuf to take me to Vis-a-Vis in Chun Tin Road he know how to find it."

"You want to go to the restaurant on your own?"

She nods.

"Yes sir; it a happy place always. Me first meet you there. I will sit and think of this big man who kiss back of my hand and look at me and make me feel like me his daughter."

"You remember that? It was that important to you?" he asks fascinated and egotistically pleased.

"Yes much so, no one ever kiss me on back of hand before when meeting, you made me feel like a princess."

"Very well Selena I'll be your knight in rusty armour because at my age I'm not as shiny as I used to be."

Selena smiles, making him feel relieved. "You very fit all over after so much workout, I know you most virile man where counts," she coos. "I see your manhood don't forget; you make me rub you down, you not rusty."

"I'll straighten Josette out, don't let her frighten you, she's just jealous and she can pull her head in."

"Me tell her she not deserve you."

"Oh you said that? No wonder she flew off the handle. Well listen to me Selena, your came here as our au pair and you're going to stay our au pair until the day comes like we agreed you can one day go your own way and have that wardrobe of clothes and a new luxury car for being so loyal."

Selena beams just thinking of herself one day driving a Beamer. "You keep word for car?"

"Yes of course, if you stay loyal."

"Me very loyal person you know; I try much to please you."

He takes her hand and kisses the back of it like he did when they first met.

"Now go to bed and I'll tell Jusuf in the morning to take you wherever you want to go."

"You not tell Josette?"

"No you can rest assured; if she steps out of line again like this she'll be looking for somewhere else to live."

He blows her a kiss as he reaches the door and closes it quietly behind him. Selena undresses and goes to bed. In the mere 15 minutes before she drifts off into a restful sleep she's thinking only of him like never before.