The French Affair

Thanks to chelsea for you reveiw. I have read you story, its very good, i just havent got around to writing a reveiw yet. I know, i know, its been like 6 months but ive been very busy :)

Authors note:
Okay so this chapter introduces my original character Amélie.
Amélie is actually based on a friend of mine name Anouk from France. She is possibly the most manipulative (in a charming sort of way) and outspoken person I’ve ever meet and I absolutely love her for it! Anouk would definitely give Jack a run for his money. She's a total gem I assure you, so I just had to make a story with her in it. I'm sure she won't mind being a prostitute :)
This chapter is all about setting up the plot, with the characters getting to know each other. And of course a big part of them getting to know each other is them doing it. (it is an important part of the plot. What? Don't look at me like that, it is! Well, maybe not that important... :D)
Okay so this is chapter 2. Enjoy
Writing in (( text )) dictates words spoken in French.

Author note 2:

Okay, I couldn’t help myself. I added the ‘scene’. lol. Someone emailed me asking if I had wrote it and could I email her it. So I though I may as well post it. So blame Anna for this terrible sex scene. DON’T READ IT IF THIS TYPE OF THING OFFENDS YOU!! Ye ‘ave been warned!! lol

Chapter 2
"I guess that means enter" He thought aloud as he turned the brass door handle and entered the room, greeted by a very enticing sight.

There before him stood a girl dressed only in ivory coloured corset and bloomers. She was standing in front of the vanity and had one leg daintily resting on a stool as she gently massage cream into it. Loose golden blonde ringlets cascaded freely down her back, reaching to her waist. Her eyes were a dark chocolate brown colour that contrasted nicely with her fair hair. She looked angelic, but in truth she was far from it. It's a clichéd notion, but looks really are deceiving.

Jack was still stood at in the door way, mesmerized by the candlelight flickering against her honey toned skin. After she had finished massaging her leg she finally turned her attention to Jack. She smiled warmly at him and walked towards him, putting a lot of sway into her strides. Once she was directly in front of him the height difference between them became apparent. He was of average height anyway and she just managed to reach his chin.

(("So your the infamous Captain Sparrow")) She spoke, her voice full of admiration. She knew that he wouldn't be able to understand half of what she was saying, but the mention of Captain and the doe eyed look she gave him would feed his already inflated ego. And that was exactly what she wanted. Happy customers paid more.

((" Come in, come in")) She said as she shut the door and pulled him further into the room.
Jack was more than happy with her greeting. He was insanely grinning down at her, his gold teeth sparkling in the light.

Her hands that rested on his stomach and slowly began to work there way up, gently discovering his toned muscles that lay beneath his stiff cotton shirt. While her hands wandered, her eyes were constantly locked with his smouldering brown ones. She gingerly nibbled on her bottom lip, completing that little girl look she was going for. She'd learnt that testosterone fuelled guys like Jack always went for that whole damsel in distress routine.

Jack's hand snaked around her and quickly gripped her behind, bringing her body forward, flush against him. She was loath to admit that his action had caught her off guard, but against her will a small gasp of surprise left her lips.

"What's ya name luv?" He asked, momentarily forgetting the language barrier. She gave him a perplexed look and shrugged her shoulders. He furrowed his brow, trying to figure out how to ask her in a way she'd understand. When the idea finally came to him his eyes lit up.

"I'm Captain Jack Sparrow" He said animatedly pointing at himself. "And you?" He asked pointing towards her.

"Amélie" She said brightly

"Amélie, beautiful. Now where were we? Ah yes" He grabbed a hold of her taut bottom again and pulled her to him. He hoisted her up on her tip toes and began to nibble and kiss her neck. He was enjoying himself already but he wanted to take things slow, to savour his time with her

Amélie on the other hand was getting bored, things were moving to slow for her liking. The fact was she couldn't care less for these pointless introductions. She just wanted to do her job and get her money as quickly possible. Of course she was mildly interested in the fact she had The Captain Sparrow in her presence. He was a legend amongst prostitute for his bedroom antics. She wanted to know whether it was myth or reality.

Deciding to take the lead, her hands that had been passively holding the sides of his hips began to follow his sash around to the front where the knot was. Her nimble fingers quickly went to work and soon the sash fell to the floor. she was just going to start work on the clasps of his trouser when two rough hands clamped over hers. She looked up at him confused.

"What's your rush love? We got all night and I want my money's worth." He let go of her and stepped back smiling. He took off his coat and draped it over a chair by the side of the vanity. He did it all painstakingly slow. The way he saw it was that she was absolutely gagging for a piece of him and the more he denied her, the more she'd beg him for it. And like any pirate, begging was music to his ears.

As Jack turned to take off his boots, Amélie sweet facade fell and a frown marred her delicate features. She was getting more and more irritated. She had to desperately fight the urge to kick him out. Amélie knew she couldn't, the Madame would be furious, she was on thin ice with Louise as it was. After Jack's two boots had clumped to the floor her smile was instantly in place, just in time as he turn to face. He swayed towards her, Jack never being able to lose his sea legs on land.

"Got any drinks luv?" He asked. At he vacant look he formed an imaginary mug in his hand and made drinking motions. She silently pointed over to a large oak cabinet in the corner.

As soon as Jack's back was turned, Amélie instantly began to undo the hooks of her corset. No man could resist a pair of bare breast she reasoned. She sneaked up behind him as he was looking through the bottles and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around and as soon as he did she launched her self up, wrapping her arms round his neck and her legs round his hip.
Jack, who was suitably shocked, dropped the bottle of port that he had in his hand as he grabbed for her hips and he stumbled back against the cabinet. Amélie took one hand off his neck and reach up for his hat, taking it of and securely placing it onto her own head.

(("No more games")) She whispered seductively in his ear, squeezing her legs together a bit, which put pressure on his rapidly hardening member. She hoped he'd get the message through her actions.(( “Please Captain Sparrow”)) She added in her best pleading tone, that dripped with unfulfilled passion.

His right hand came up and cupped her cheek, which left a rather unfavourably black mark from the boat grease on his hands. His hand pulled her face forward into a kiss but at the last moment she turned her head to the side, his lips meeting her cheek.

There was just something about kissing clients that Amélie couldn't stand and it wasn't simple because their breathe was putrid. It was more along the lines of a moral thing for. Now what sexual morals could a manipulative prostitute like Amélie possibly have I hear you shout. Well, Amélie was a big believer in the fact that kissing is the most intimate and passionate thing you could do. Now that may sound a bit weird to some but it was her mentality

Jack looked at her for a second, his eyebrows raised, but he decided not to push the matter. There were plenty of other places he could kiss besides. He stumbled towards the bed laid her down, unceremoniously falling on top of her

“This will be a night your never forget love. That’s a Captain Jack promise” He said arrogantly, unaware of her rolling her eyes in contempt.

His calloused hands travelled up her sides a cupped her breasts as trailed kisses along her collarbone. He pinched her hardening nipples before catching one in his mouth. His tongue expertly teased it, making an unwanted shiver of pleasure course down her spine. She felt Jack’s arrogant smirk against her skin and she immediately detested the fact that he had elicited such a reaction from her. She was a professional and no one, not even the infamous Jack Sparrow, was going to beat her at her own game. She would drive him crazy with pleasure, not the other way round!

Bringing her hands up she forcibly pushed his upper body away from her, interrupting his pleasurable ministrations (though she would never admit they were, to herself nor him). Before he had a chance to protest her hands began to frantically undo his shirt and then throwing it to the floor. Amélie caught him off guard by rolling to the side, so that she straddled his hips. Jack looked up her with mildly irritated look on his face, obviously having been enjoying his domineering position.

Amélie smirked down at him, and took Jacks hat from her head and threw that to the floor. Then, starting from the same place he had, began to trail her own fiery kisses down his chest, her smoky eyes not once leaving his. He seemed content for now to remain in a submissive role and placed one arm under his head to prop it up, while the other casually ran through her hair. As she was kissing him he felt her hand skim over his stomach and down to the clasps of his breeches, undoing them as she had tried to earlier. She did so excruciating slowly, paying him back for his earlier teasing. When she had finished with the clasp she seemed to lose interest in going inside them, and instead lowered her still clothed bottom down against him and grinded down very seductively into his pelvis. As she felt him through her bloomers (Which wasn’t that hard considering his size) she couldn’t help but wonder who she was torturing more, Jack or herself. Hiding her lust as best she could she continued her slow grinds.

Jack raised an eyebrow at her, suppressing the urge pin her under him and make her scream out his name in pleasure. But he guessed that she wanted to run the show, so for now he’d play along. Looking into her eyes he saw playful mirth, but also pleasure, hidden behind her own conceit. Just as he was about to give up on his self restraint her weight shifted off his hips and she began to move herself down his body, her tongue rolling over his abs and stop only as it meet the top of his trousers. Amélie finally broke eye contact as her delicate fingers began to tug down his breeches.

As they glided past his hips she startled and let a small gasp as his hard member sprung free of its confinement. Her mouth gaped open in shock. Never in her 4 years in the ‘business’ had she seen one so big! In fact most of the Captains she had serviced and been rather ungenerously endowed. She was beginning to believe they only became these men of superiority because they lacked in other areas. But Jack simply blew that theory apart, unless of course he was just and exception to the normal (but from what she had heard, did Jack ever do anything normal?).

She gulped down the lump that had formed in her throat, and felt an odd wave of nervousness wash over her, something she hadn’t felt since her first time with a costumer. How in God’s name was she meant to fit that inside her? The thought alone made her eyes water. Her brain irrationally began to file through excuses for her to end this little session, when she heard a snickering laugh from above. Amélie’s eyes narrowed and her head shot up to see Jack grinning wildly.

“What’s the matter luv, too much for ya?” He questioned in an innocent voice, though his eyes taunted head. She sent him and heated look, loathing that she had been so careless in showing her emotions. A whore could not afford to have emotions, especially around lecherous pirates. Jack quirked eyebrow and wry grin had issued her a silent challenge, one Amélie’s pride could not refuse to take up. Oh yes, she would make him beg and plead for it, and he wouldn’t be the first Captain she had reduced to a love sick puppy. Although deep down she knew that he was capable of doing the same to her. She could already feel the irritating knots of anticipation, excitement and lust in her belly

Grinding her teeth she gave him a forced smile, then opened her mouth and made like she was going to take his member in his mouth, but didn’t. She hovered her mouth mere millimetres away from the head of his penis and lightly blew her warm breathe over it. She felt him tense and his groin jutted forward slightly, trying desperately to sheath himself between her luscious lips. But her head had already moved out of the way . He sent her a warning glance but she merely smiled impishly. Beginning where she had left off before jack’s big surprise had distracted her, Amélie began to tug down his breeches, moving her body down with them till she was at the end of the bed. She Pulled them off his feet and threw them wildly over her shoulder.

Amélie began to lick, suck and kiss her way up Jacks legs in a very nonchalant manner, that grated away at his nerves and restraint. Her eyes were locked on his again, Jack’s being clouded with passion, and Amélie’s were teasing

After about two minute (though it seemed an eternity for Jack) her mouth was once again level with his rigid manhood. This time her tongue snaked out and ran up the underside of his penis just barely making contact.

And this was the limit of Jack’s restraint.

As he saw her head begin to move away again his hands shot downwards, capturing her upper arms in his vice like grip. He yanked her up so she was level with and then rolled them over, effectively pinning her beneath him. It all happened so fast that Amélie only just managed to let out a tiny squeak of surprise when it was too late. She was about to protest his rough treatment when his lips smashed against hers in a bruising kiss, effectively silencing her. She didn’t remember how long it lasted but she did remembered gasping for air as he pulled back. Her eyes took a moment to focus on him, her head spinning wildly with sexual frustration (a taste of her own medicine one might say)

“ Tis not nice to tease a pirate luv, especially when said pirate has paid handsomely for ye services and wouldn‘t think twice about takin‘ wot he‘s owed” He remembered she didn’t speak English but was sure his tone would get the message across. His slur had gone from his voice and been replaced by an almost animalistic growl. Jack’s serious eyes looked down into hers and for the first time ever she felt a shiver of fear run through her, and to her amusement (or horror, she couldn’t decide) she found it turned her on immensely. She was used to just faking her enjoyment, but she knew that that wouldn’t be the case tonight.

Jack violently pulled her bloomers off and tossed them to the side. He spread her pliant legs wide and pushed her knees up as far as he could till they rested against the side of her chest, holding them in place. It left her totally exposed to him. He took a moment to let his hungry eyes take all of her gloriously naked body in. Jack lived for moments like this! With a naked buxom female writhing beneath him, a hint of fear in her eyes that mixed deliciously with the passion, parted full lips that let out frantic, uneven breaths.

He placed the head of his penis at her wet entrance, watching in amusement as she looked up at him pleadingly. He barely pushed his hips forward a bit more, loving the way her eye’s closed as she sighed in pleasure. Now the tables had turned on her and Jack had the power. How annoyingly unexpected!

Noticing that his motions had still she opened her eyes and looked up at him questionably. But the look on his face spoke clearly of what he wanted from her. He wanted her to beg! Her pride stifled but she kept it at bay remembering that happy costumer equals more money. God why did he unnerve her so. She had had no problem doing this type of thing in the past, why was it such a problem to do it to him. Finally her own want made her give in and she silently wondered if she could even consider this acting now.

“Please..” She whispered in a heavily accented voice . “s'il vous plaît Captain Sparrow.. Please..” Amélie gently pulled his face down to hers and tentatively kissed his neck. “Please..”

And that was about all the prompting Jack needed and without further ado he thrust his hips forward, roughly entering her. Their reactions mirrored one another, both closing there eyes and letting out a moan. Though they did it different reasons. Jack out of pure ecstasy, and Amélie out of both ecstasy and pain. Something that had failed to escape Jack’s attention. She duly noted that he had considerately still his movement while she adjusted to his size. Sadly she could say that was the nicest thing a client had ever done for. Opening her eyes she saw that smug grin on his face, though she also noticed the underlining concern.

The pain that had been there in the beginning quickly gave way to the desire to feel him moving inside, as though she had never felt it at all. She rocked her hips forward, grinding him deeper within her. She was testing the waters to see that she was okay. Smiling a seductive smile at him, she gave him a nod to continue which he gladly did without a moments hesitation.

The force of his thrusts drove her down hard into the bed each time. Ah such bliss, such pleasure. So lost in oblivion was she that she didn’t even complain when he playfully bite her neck (which she had no doubt would be a bruise tomorrow, but hell bruises and bite marks were occupational hazards), she didn’t really even feel it.

Amélie felt Jacks hand snake between their bodies and rubbed feverently against her clit. She swore she had died and gone to heaven (actually this may very well be her own private hell she Tortuga but again she didn’t. Hell she wanted them to hear what they were missing

“Oh god Captain Sparrow!! Oh, Jack. Please”

“God, yer a dirty little wench” He said through gritted teeth

She didn’t think it was possible, but encouraged by her calls he sped up even more. Feeling his rapid, uneven breath against her neck informed her that he was as close to climax as she. And then it happened. Fire ripped through her belly, an orgasmic explosions.

“Jack” She screamed even louder than before, and she guessed she wouldn’t be speaking for the next 2 weeks. Her inner muscles tightened over his member, sending him over the edge. He let out a loud (not as loud as her mind you), feral growls, pumping into her until all his seed had been spent and then promptly collapsing on top of her. She had to take his full weight as he recovered, but she kind of liked the feeling of being squashed by him. She drew lazy circles with her fingers on her back, taking her time to recover.

They stayed that way for some ten minutes before Jack pushed himself up, taking the brunt of his weight on his elbows

“Jesus! Yer a bloody screaming banshee! Although Captain Sparrow does tend to have that effect on women” He said, grinning that trademark devilish grin. She let out an irritated sigh, but it had no conviction behind it. She smiled warmly, her first real smile she had given him

(( “ That was… magnificent”)) She spoke in a dreamy voice, as her eyes fluttered shut tiredly. Jack quickly tapped the side of her face to rouse her.#

“Oh, I’m not done with ye yet luv” He said and a small Cheshire cat grin slid over her pink lips. As quick as a flash she pushed him off her and straddled his waist.

((“Now it’s my turn”)) Amélie whispered sensually in his ear, her warm breath sending shivers down his spine. There be no more games from her tonight or childish teasing. This wasn’t business any more, it was pure pleasure

It was going to be a long night, that’s for sure



End of part deux. And its only a few months late! Woo hoo me!

How was that? Its actually the first proper sex scene I’ve written, so go easy on me :D