The Flautist. Part Thirteen
Michelle sat alone in the restaurant, as cross as two sticks. She attacked the lime pastel fiercely and sipped her Americano with disgust. Stuck here, in Cuatro Vientos, with no one to talk to, no car keys, far from home in Barcelona. Worse, far from Madrid. Bored, annoyed and hopeless.
This was supposed to be a lovely day in the capital. Jo had sparks in her eyes when she asked:
"Michelle, you've got the day off tomorrow, right?"
"I think so."
"Excellent! Why don't you come to Madrid with me? I'll show you my office and we'll spend the day together and then in the afternoon we'll see a bit of the city."
"Sounds nice."
And that was that. Jo was so happy to have Michelle by her side. Michelle was full of unspoken anticipation until they arrived at Cuatro Vientos, just outside the city, Jo took Michelle airside, opened the hangar and the girls pulled the plane out. Jo handed Michelle a headset.
"You'll need this."
"For what?"
"It's noisy in there."
"Wait a minute. You want me to fly in this?"
The plane was small, looked tiny and fragile and did not inspire Michelle's confidence. Why, she could even push it herself!
"I was hoping to take you with me, yes."
"I'm not getting into that. No way."
"Michelle, . . . "
"Absolutely not."
"Michelle . . . "
"And don't even try to persuade me!"
"Michelle!"
Jo had a serious face, her eyes narrowed.
"What?"
"Nobody's forcing you. You don't want to fly, that's fine. Please, just go and find a safe place behind the fence."
Michelle looked at Jo, who turned back to her and continued with the pre-flight preparations.
"You still want to fly?"
"Of course I am. That's what I'm here for. I'll be back," she looked down at her calculations, "in four hours and twelve minutes."
"Ah!"
Jo looked up and saw a man she knew.
"¡Hola, Pedro! Please be so kind and help my friend find a restaurant where she can safely wait for me."
"No one needs to babysit me, thank you very much."
"Au contraire, madame. You are no longer considered an air personel. You need someone to take you to safety. Don't be a brat and go with Pedro, please."
Michelle handed the headset back to Jo and turned around in anger. Then, she smiled at Pedro and they walked away. Jo shook her head in disbelief and got into the cabin. Moments later she started the engine and within five minutes she was airborne.
***
Kate opened the door. It was Evelyn, the policewoman.
"Well, well, look who we have here" the officer said.
The woman entered the room with authority and closed the door behind her. Kate stepped back. Evelyn untied her hair, which had fallen to her shoulders. Her dark eyes pierced Kate's soul.
"Sit down."
Kate obeyed and sat in a chair as the policewoman walked around her. She took her arms, pulled them back and Kate heard two cracks and felt cold around her wrists. She could not move; she was handcuffed to the chair.
"So, you did well to keep my pace in your car," Evelyn said, unbuttoning her uniform shirt. "Can you keep my pace now?"
Kate looked up to see firm, round breasts covered by a sports bra. Looking into Kate's eyes, Evelyn took off her blouse and then her bra. She approached the blonde and grabbed her head, then pulled it to her chest.
"Kiss them."
Kate obeyed, feeling excited. She kissed between her breasts, then up to the nipple as Evelyn moved to the side. Kate licked the nipple, then bit it, covering her teeth with her lips. Evelyn sighed in pleasure and turned the other breast towards the blonde.
After a few more pleasurable moments, Evelyn unbuttoned Kate's shirt and opened her eyes wide at the sight of the blonde's breasts. She reached out and pulled them out of the bra. The officer smiled at the hard nipples and bent down to lick them. Then she went down and down.
"We need to pull them off."
Kate raised her hips and Evelyn pulled the blonde's panties off. She pulled Kate's legs apart and knelt between them. Kate felt Evelyn's mouth, its softness, warmth, wetness . . .
The loud knock on the door. Evelyn got out and went to check, wearing only the trousers of her uniform.
"Room service."
Kate opened her eyes. There was a knock at the door. Slowly, she grasped reality and saw the DO NOT DISTURB door hanger on the table. She had forgotten to put it out. Wrapping herself in a bathrobe, she opened the door.
"Room service."
"I've just arrived, thank you. No need to clean up today. Thank you very much."
"No cleaning?"
"No. Gracias."
"Vale."
***
There was nothing outside.
Michelle walked up and down the pavement in front of the restaurant, but she could not find anything. She spotted a man and asked:
"Disculpe, ¿dónde está el museo?"
The man looked at her in surprise. Then he understood and pointed to the other side of the airfield.
"El museo está al otro lado del aeródromo. Señora, tiene que conducir hasta allí con su coche, no se puede entrar al museo desde aquí."
"Muchas gracias."
Michelle reentered the restaurant. She decided to fill her blood with sugar and caffeine. She decided to get fat. Fat and ugly, why not. After all, nobody cared. Including herself.
As she sat down over the huge portion of lime pastel and a bucket of coffee, she paid attention to the song playing as an ambient. It was a horrible jazzy version, stripping the song of its rhythm, harmony and most of its melody. But the lyrics remained unchanged.
So close, no matter how far . . .
. . . sung in a sweet, girlish voice. Yes, of course. No matter how far.
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Cold-hearted bitch. You left me, Jo, didn't you?
Forever trusting who we are
And nothing else matters
I will never trust you. Never. Never. . .
. . . Never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
Deep in her heart, Michelle had to admit it. She first insisted on living her way. She refused to move to Madrid. She had no regard for Jo's needs. Well, maybe a little.
And nothing else matters
Yes, her ensemble. The fruit of years of hard work. Nothing else mattered. Even if it meant that Jo would drop her for good. Let it be. The eagle flies alone.
The eagle? Jo was now flying who knows where in a tiny thing, barely a kite, alone.
Never care for what they say
Never care for the games they play
Never care for what they do
Never care for what they know
But I know . . .
The phone vibrated. Michelle took it lazily and looked at the screen in disbelief as the song returned to the first verse.
So close, no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
And nothing else matters
Text message.
From Kate.
***
It was a beautiful afternoon in Barcelona, but Kate had no time to enjoy the city. She did not want to be late. After all, it had not been easy to arrange the meeting with Michelle. It was a bit strange after all these years. A coward at heart, Kate first sent a text message. Then she almost died when Michelle called her. But somehow, she went pro. Yes, professional. And now one professional is going to discuss a contract with another. That's it. Nothing else.
The guitarist rang and the door opened.
"Kit-Kat!"
"Piglet?! I . . . nice to see you . . . but I . . . I rang the wrong door. Could you help me?"
"It's the right door, come in. Michelle! Kate's here!"
Michelle and Jo. What a lovely pair, full of contrast, complementing each other.
"Kate! So nice to see you again! You know Jo, I presume?"
"Yes, we met in Brussels."
"Brussels?" the sudden hardness in Michelle's voice as her eyes penetrated Jo in an investigative way.
"Yes, she is the girl I told you about," Jo said without hesitation.
"Oh my, oh my, she told her," Kate thought, her ears burning.
"Ah!" exclaimed Michelle, looking back at Kate with narrowed eyes.
The silence was awkward. Kate wanted to break it, Michelle realised she had gone too far. The girls stood at the door to the living room, feeling exposed and helpless. The last time they had felt this way was during that fateful concert almost four years ago.
Jo looked at Michelle, her breasts heaving with breath. Then at Kate, her ears burning, and understood.
"Looks like we practically had a threesome," the careless tone of Jo's voice broke the silence. The tiny girl laughed and added, "Come on ladies, nobody cheated on anybody. It's all fair and clear, let's go over it. Coffee?"
Jo headed for the kitchen as Michelle shook her head.
"Jo, always straightforward, isn't she?"
Kate nodded and followed Michelle to the table. Jo placed two cups of coffee in front of them.
"Are you joining us?"
"No, got to go. I only have to change and then I'll be on my way. I hope your conversation brings results." Jo kissed Michelle, who noticed that Jo was already starting to change, wearing nothing but a shirt and panties.
"Behave, girl, we have a guest."
"She's not a guest, she's a friend," Jo replied as she walked to her room. As she disappeared behind the door, a naked arm appeared and threw the shirt at Michelle.
"Jo can be such a kid sometimes," Michelle explained to Kate.
"I heard that, Mum!"
"Don't call me Mum!"
Michelle sighed.
"She's right, I do feel old with her sometimes. She is not that much younger, but she is not of our generation. Well then, what have you got for me?"
***
Kate walked into her hotel room in Madrid. She was happy. Michelle had agreed to do the classes with her.
The blonde grabbed the DO NOT DISTURB door hanger and carefully placed it outside. She slowly undressed, showered and got into bed. The light was off, her eyelids were heavy . . . heavier . . . heavier . . .
Lying on her back, naked, Kate shivered with anticipation. Evelyn kissed her bellybutton and went down with kisses. Her lips were soft, warm and wet. Each touch gave Kate a pleasant sensation, then there was a tongue between her petals. There were warm, soft hands on her breasts.
The door. Someone knocked at the door.
Evelyn walked half naked to the door and opened it. There was a raven-haired woman, wearing only fur and a necklace. She waved her hand and Evelyn left the room. The raven-head entered slowly, moving like a cat, her curved hips dancing like a pair of snakes. She snapped her fingers and the door shut. She pointed at Kate, then at her palm. The dildo appeared, then another, then another - all shapes and fantastic colours, orange and black, purple, transparent. The raven-haired woman put her head to one side, then chose a glass dildo. She grasped it like a magic wand and swung it up. Kate was lifted from her bed. Surrounded by flute sounds, she felt comfortable and safe. She could smell the music, she could taste it. Obedient to the movements of the wand, she landed back on the bed and spread her legs. The witch placed the dildo between her petals, moved up and pressed against her clit. It was perfect, the movement, the pressure, the moisture. Kate responded, her hips moving up and down in the rhythm of the bells . . .
. . . bells ringing . . .
. . . ringing. The telephone. What now.
"Buenos días, señora, soy de recepción. Este es el despertador para las siete y media."
"Oh, vale. Muchas gracias."
Kate switched on the lamp and looked at herself in the mirror. Yes, it was time to stop dreaming . . .
This was supposed to be a lovely day in the capital. Jo had sparks in her eyes when she asked:
"Michelle, you've got the day off tomorrow, right?"
"I think so."
"Excellent! Why don't you come to Madrid with me? I'll show you my office and we'll spend the day together and then in the afternoon we'll see a bit of the city."
"Sounds nice."
And that was that. Jo was so happy to have Michelle by her side. Michelle was full of unspoken anticipation until they arrived at Cuatro Vientos, just outside the city, Jo took Michelle airside, opened the hangar and the girls pulled the plane out. Jo handed Michelle a headset.
"You'll need this."
"For what?"
"It's noisy in there."
"Wait a minute. You want me to fly in this?"
The plane was small, looked tiny and fragile and did not inspire Michelle's confidence. Why, she could even push it herself!
"I was hoping to take you with me, yes."
"I'm not getting into that. No way."
"Michelle, . . . "
"Absolutely not."
"Michelle . . . "
"And don't even try to persuade me!"
"Michelle!"
Jo had a serious face, her eyes narrowed.
"What?"
"Nobody's forcing you. You don't want to fly, that's fine. Please, just go and find a safe place behind the fence."
Michelle looked at Jo, who turned back to her and continued with the pre-flight preparations.
"You still want to fly?"
"Of course I am. That's what I'm here for. I'll be back," she looked down at her calculations, "in four hours and twelve minutes."
"Ah!"
Jo looked up and saw a man she knew.
"¡Hola, Pedro! Please be so kind and help my friend find a restaurant where she can safely wait for me."
"No one needs to babysit me, thank you very much."
"Au contraire, madame. You are no longer considered an air personel. You need someone to take you to safety. Don't be a brat and go with Pedro, please."
Michelle handed the headset back to Jo and turned around in anger. Then, she smiled at Pedro and they walked away. Jo shook her head in disbelief and got into the cabin. Moments later she started the engine and within five minutes she was airborne.
***
Kate opened the door. It was Evelyn, the policewoman.
"Well, well, look who we have here" the officer said.
The woman entered the room with authority and closed the door behind her. Kate stepped back. Evelyn untied her hair, which had fallen to her shoulders. Her dark eyes pierced Kate's soul.
"Sit down."
Kate obeyed and sat in a chair as the policewoman walked around her. She took her arms, pulled them back and Kate heard two cracks and felt cold around her wrists. She could not move; she was handcuffed to the chair.
"So, you did well to keep my pace in your car," Evelyn said, unbuttoning her uniform shirt. "Can you keep my pace now?"
Kate looked up to see firm, round breasts covered by a sports bra. Looking into Kate's eyes, Evelyn took off her blouse and then her bra. She approached the blonde and grabbed her head, then pulled it to her chest.
"Kiss them."
Kate obeyed, feeling excited. She kissed between her breasts, then up to the nipple as Evelyn moved to the side. Kate licked the nipple, then bit it, covering her teeth with her lips. Evelyn sighed in pleasure and turned the other breast towards the blonde.
After a few more pleasurable moments, Evelyn unbuttoned Kate's shirt and opened her eyes wide at the sight of the blonde's breasts. She reached out and pulled them out of the bra. The officer smiled at the hard nipples and bent down to lick them. Then she went down and down.
"We need to pull them off."
Kate raised her hips and Evelyn pulled the blonde's panties off. She pulled Kate's legs apart and knelt between them. Kate felt Evelyn's mouth, its softness, warmth, wetness . . .
The loud knock on the door. Evelyn got out and went to check, wearing only the trousers of her uniform.
"Room service."
Kate opened her eyes. There was a knock at the door. Slowly, she grasped reality and saw the DO NOT DISTURB door hanger on the table. She had forgotten to put it out. Wrapping herself in a bathrobe, she opened the door.
"Room service."
"I've just arrived, thank you. No need to clean up today. Thank you very much."
"No cleaning?"
"No. Gracias."
"Vale."
***
There was nothing outside.
Michelle walked up and down the pavement in front of the restaurant, but she could not find anything. She spotted a man and asked:
"Disculpe, ¿dónde está el museo?"
The man looked at her in surprise. Then he understood and pointed to the other side of the airfield.
"El museo está al otro lado del aeródromo. Señora, tiene que conducir hasta allí con su coche, no se puede entrar al museo desde aquí."
"Muchas gracias."
Michelle reentered the restaurant. She decided to fill her blood with sugar and caffeine. She decided to get fat. Fat and ugly, why not. After all, nobody cared. Including herself.
As she sat down over the huge portion of lime pastel and a bucket of coffee, she paid attention to the song playing as an ambient. It was a horrible jazzy version, stripping the song of its rhythm, harmony and most of its melody. But the lyrics remained unchanged.
So close, no matter how far . . .
. . . sung in a sweet, girlish voice. Yes, of course. No matter how far.
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Cold-hearted bitch. You left me, Jo, didn't you?
Forever trusting who we are
And nothing else matters
I will never trust you. Never. Never. . .
. . . Never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
Deep in her heart, Michelle had to admit it. She first insisted on living her way. She refused to move to Madrid. She had no regard for Jo's needs. Well, maybe a little.
And nothing else matters
Yes, her ensemble. The fruit of years of hard work. Nothing else mattered. Even if it meant that Jo would drop her for good. Let it be. The eagle flies alone.
The eagle? Jo was now flying who knows where in a tiny thing, barely a kite, alone.
Never care for what they say
Never care for the games they play
Never care for what they do
Never care for what they know
But I know . . .
The phone vibrated. Michelle took it lazily and looked at the screen in disbelief as the song returned to the first verse.
So close, no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
And nothing else matters
Text message.
From Kate.
***
It was a beautiful afternoon in Barcelona, but Kate had no time to enjoy the city. She did not want to be late. After all, it had not been easy to arrange the meeting with Michelle. It was a bit strange after all these years. A coward at heart, Kate first sent a text message. Then she almost died when Michelle called her. But somehow, she went pro. Yes, professional. And now one professional is going to discuss a contract with another. That's it. Nothing else.
The guitarist rang and the door opened.
"Kit-Kat!"
"Piglet?! I . . . nice to see you . . . but I . . . I rang the wrong door. Could you help me?"
"It's the right door, come in. Michelle! Kate's here!"
Michelle and Jo. What a lovely pair, full of contrast, complementing each other.
"Kate! So nice to see you again! You know Jo, I presume?"
"Yes, we met in Brussels."
"Brussels?" the sudden hardness in Michelle's voice as her eyes penetrated Jo in an investigative way.
"Yes, she is the girl I told you about," Jo said without hesitation.
"Oh my, oh my, she told her," Kate thought, her ears burning.
"Ah!" exclaimed Michelle, looking back at Kate with narrowed eyes.
The silence was awkward. Kate wanted to break it, Michelle realised she had gone too far. The girls stood at the door to the living room, feeling exposed and helpless. The last time they had felt this way was during that fateful concert almost four years ago.
Jo looked at Michelle, her breasts heaving with breath. Then at Kate, her ears burning, and understood.
"Looks like we practically had a threesome," the careless tone of Jo's voice broke the silence. The tiny girl laughed and added, "Come on ladies, nobody cheated on anybody. It's all fair and clear, let's go over it. Coffee?"
Jo headed for the kitchen as Michelle shook her head.
"Jo, always straightforward, isn't she?"
Kate nodded and followed Michelle to the table. Jo placed two cups of coffee in front of them.
"Are you joining us?"
"No, got to go. I only have to change and then I'll be on my way. I hope your conversation brings results." Jo kissed Michelle, who noticed that Jo was already starting to change, wearing nothing but a shirt and panties.
"Behave, girl, we have a guest."
"She's not a guest, she's a friend," Jo replied as she walked to her room. As she disappeared behind the door, a naked arm appeared and threw the shirt at Michelle.
"Jo can be such a kid sometimes," Michelle explained to Kate.
"I heard that, Mum!"
"Don't call me Mum!"
Michelle sighed.
"She's right, I do feel old with her sometimes. She is not that much younger, but she is not of our generation. Well then, what have you got for me?"
***
Kate walked into her hotel room in Madrid. She was happy. Michelle had agreed to do the classes with her.
The blonde grabbed the DO NOT DISTURB door hanger and carefully placed it outside. She slowly undressed, showered and got into bed. The light was off, her eyelids were heavy . . . heavier . . . heavier . . .
Lying on her back, naked, Kate shivered with anticipation. Evelyn kissed her bellybutton and went down with kisses. Her lips were soft, warm and wet. Each touch gave Kate a pleasant sensation, then there was a tongue between her petals. There were warm, soft hands on her breasts.
The door. Someone knocked at the door.
Evelyn walked half naked to the door and opened it. There was a raven-haired woman, wearing only fur and a necklace. She waved her hand and Evelyn left the room. The raven-head entered slowly, moving like a cat, her curved hips dancing like a pair of snakes. She snapped her fingers and the door shut. She pointed at Kate, then at her palm. The dildo appeared, then another, then another - all shapes and fantastic colours, orange and black, purple, transparent. The raven-haired woman put her head to one side, then chose a glass dildo. She grasped it like a magic wand and swung it up. Kate was lifted from her bed. Surrounded by flute sounds, she felt comfortable and safe. She could smell the music, she could taste it. Obedient to the movements of the wand, she landed back on the bed and spread her legs. The witch placed the dildo between her petals, moved up and pressed against her clit. It was perfect, the movement, the pressure, the moisture. Kate responded, her hips moving up and down in the rhythm of the bells . . .
. . . bells ringing . . .
. . . ringing. The telephone. What now.
"Buenos días, señora, soy de recepción. Este es el despertador para las siete y media."
"Oh, vale. Muchas gracias."
Kate switched on the lamp and looked at herself in the mirror. Yes, it was time to stop dreaming . . .
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