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Tango[1]
Part 1: Womanizer[2]

“Papa’s what I like to call a general philanthropist,” Matthew said one morning at breakfast, “he actually owns stock on Artie’s Bakery as well as several export shops and brothels, so this kinda thing happens all the time.”

The worst part about this whole thing was that Matthew seemed so nonchalant about it; you however, could not calm the raging heat on your cheeks after the sight you were greeted with.

Okay, let’s back track a bit. It had not been long since you’ve move into the Bonnefoy house and it was still rather odd to wake up every day to find that you couldn’t possibly be late to work because you were already at your job. Returning to what you were currently flustered about; ever since you began living with Francis and Matthew, you took it upon yourself to wake them both up for breakfast and since Francis’s bedroom was adjacent to yours, it was only natural to wake him first.

However when he made no effort in answering you after your couple of sharp knocks, you try for the door knob which easily opens and you poke your head in. You wear a smile on your face until you look into the direction of his bed which was when your voice escapes you and your eyes widen in shock. You see Francis still asleep and half naked in his large bed with a woman tucked under each arm. There were two more women spooning behind each of the women that Francis was holding and there were another two more women sleeping on either side of his lower body. In total he had six women on the bed with him…

“You do realize it’s impolite to stare?” you hear the lazy drawl of Francis’s voice and you look up to meet his eyes to find them staring at you, causing you to blush, “What is it that you want, woman?”

“Oh I um—“ you stutter then shake your head, “breakfast will be ready soon… will your guests be staying as well?”

“No they will not, I shall be down momentarily now shut the door, you’re letting out the heat.”

Heat. Right…

Without another peep you close the door behind you and you rub at your eyes with one hand, “What did I get myself into?” you ask yourself quietly and you hurry along down the stairs to wake Matthew, you only hope that he didn’t have any unknown guests that spent the night as well.

“Matthew?” you call gently from the hallway and knock three times on the closed bedroom door, “Breakfast will be ready in ten.”

“Thanks __________,” you hear his reply lace with fatigue and you can only picture the tall blond young man with a mess of bed head; he really was adorable at times.

The thought puts a smile on your face as you now hurried along to the kitchen making bacon, eggs, pancakes and toast as well as the coffee; you leave the carton of orange juice out for Matthew and you pour yourself a cup of coffee while preparing it the way you like it.

Now back to the present, you were sitting at the table with Matthew who was savoring each bite of the pancakes you made for him when you hear a sudden commotion coming from upstairs along with a parade of stomping feet as well as a string of chit chattering voices which begin to head out the front door.

“That’s Scarlet, Ebony, Bunny, Angel, Lulu and Diamond.” Spoke Matthew before taking a sip of orange juice now that the house was silent once more.

“What? How can you tell?”

“They are Papa’s regulars when he wants an orgy,”

“Orgy?” you ask in more of a surprise tone than an appalled one.

“Yeah an orgy,” Matthew smirks cruelly over his glass, “Don’t you know what that is?”

“Of course I do, I’m not stupid,” your face heats up again and you mutter into your coffee mug, “I just never knew anyone that would participate in something like that.”

“So I take it that you’ve never had sex?”

“Matthew!” your face burns with embarrassment, “I am not going to have this conversation with you,”

Matthew snorts and downs the rest of his juice then lets out a huge belch, “Very nice,” you say and wrinkle your nose with disgust at his display.

“Tch, whatever, thanks for the pancakes __________,” he smirks and gets up then gives your cheek a quick kiss; you couldn’t help but smile as you finish your coffee, Matthew takes his plate to the kitchen sink.

Then at last his Royal Highness graces you with his presence just as he enters in the kitchen and looks for something to eat.

Both father and son had seem to appreciate your being there by greeting them in the kitchen along with a plate of something warm, filling and ready to eat as well as keeping the house spotless and organized. You even go out of your way as to pack something up for Matt to take with him to school for you fear that he would live off on chips, soda and three bottles of maple syrup… really that boy could put that maple away like nobody’s business…

After Matthew leaves for school and Francis heads up to his office; which was on the first floor of the house next to Matthew’s bedroom, this was your cue to start your day by picking and sorting out the laundry, not to mention washing and drying it as well which was then followed by a thorough wash of both the upstairs and downstairs bathrooms, along with Francis’s personal bath room in the Master Bedroom.[3] Now that particular room was TERRIFYING so you always leave it last in order to mentally prepare yourself for the disaster you would have been greeted with.

This time however, you honestly didn’t know what to expect especially with the activities Francis must have gotten himself into with his lady friends the night before. You also didn’t want to know, just as you walk into the bathroom, about how the body painted backside of a woman was plastered on the far side wall of the shower.[4] The messy outline was caked against the tiled wall in various shades, of neon green, pink, orange, blue and yellow paints. There were also hand prints, and ass prints, as well as boob prints against the walls of the bathroom and the glass of the sliding door both inside and outside of the shower.

“Well shit…” you hiss while getting to work.

It took you about almost two hours but you finally left the bathroom spotless. You hear the doorbell ring as soon as you shut the master bedroom door close, “Now who could that be? Better not be the Avon lady again…” you ask mostly to yourself while you walk down the stairs.

“Hold your horses, I’m coming!” you call from over the sound of the knocker while you remove the paint speckled yellow rubber gloves from your hands and place them over the brim of the bucket you used to clean the bathroom. You open the door quickly but exasperatedly until you see an equally severe looking (not to mention good looking) man in front of you, you stop cold.

“Oh hello,” your face breaks into a smile at the tall muscular man, you noticed that he had amazing dark purplish-pink eyes and that he also had a scar on the left side of his cheek just slightly below his eye, “may I help you sir?”

You see the man take in your appearance as well. You were after all covered in speckled paint residue from cleaning the bathroom just now and you see him smile at you once he met with your eyes again.

“Ja,” he said with a heavy German accent and you couldn’t help but feel a ripple of excitement flutter in your stomach, “I’m looking for Francis Bonnefoy, might I come in, Fräulein?”

Just as you were about to reply did you hear Francis speak behind you, “What the fuck are you doing here?” Both your attention as well as the German man’s were caught as you turn to watch Francis walk into the living room with his hands in his pockets and a lit cigarette in his mouth, “__________ let him in, what is the matter with you?”

“Of course,” you say to Francis then you look to the other man with a nervous smile, “so sorry,” you apologized to the man at the door way then you open the door more fully and you step aside to allow him to pass, “Please do come in,”

“This new maid of yours is very nice Francis, much better than the last one,”

Francis rolls his eyes at that, “So what is it you want now Lutz?”

“You and I have some business pending, do you not remember?”

“Gentlemen, if you will be having your meeting in the office I can bring you some sandwiches if you like,” you then turn to man Francis addresses to as “Lutz” and you smile at him politely, “and beer?”

“That would be most appreciated Fräulein,” Lutz grins and tips his hat at the brim to you slightly.

Just as you begin to walk away toward the kitchen, you could hear Lutz groan gently, ”Mein Gott... Francis tell me that you smack that arsch at least once every day! Verdammt…” you couldn’t help but bite your lips to suppress a laugh and what made it even more satisfactory was when you hear Francis making a strange noise followed by a retort.

“Fou Allemand! I haven't got all day now let's talk business.” You then hear both men walking down the hallway on the first floor and they continue their conversation until they were out of ear shot.

Later on, you come into the room to serve the sandwiches; Lutz and Francis were currently engaged in their business. You notice that Francis seem more annoyed than usual while Lutz looks at him with a smug expression on his face. Francis calms a little the moment he sees you entering the room with the food and alcohol. You firstly serve the sandwiches[5] which consisted of roast beef, chicken and a few BLTs, you then walk over to the caddy to begin to pour Francis his preferred glass of wine.

“I don’t want wine, give me the fucking brandy,” your eyes go wide as you stare at him for only a moment before going to pour him the sweet amber liquor in the crystal glass bottle.

Francis only drank brandy when he was especially annoyed and this slightly worries you but you did as you were told and you head for his supply in the corner bar. You could feel eyes on your backside and just as you turn you find Lutz grinning rather perversely at you. While handing Francis over the glass of brandy did you feel something hard pressing on your bottom. You blush and freeze as Lutz pats and rubs your bottom fondly.

“Incredible… Francis your maid has very nice assets. I mean I’ve felt some good ones but damn. I may have to borrow her for a few days,” you hear his rich thick voice say in such a manner that it causes your cheeks to burn hotly.

“The fuck you will,” Francis growls and grits his teeth, “and hands off!”

“Yeah, hands off!” you say sternly and you go to pour his beer for him in his chilled glass.

“Sorry Liebling but you have a hot arsch,” you look at him and you could see that he didn’t look sorry at all particularly while he took a look down at your legs, “And a nice pair of legs as well.”

“It’s only for looking at not touching,” you smirk and wink, his eyes seem to twinkle as he smirks at you again.

“Leave us,” Francis growls again only this time it was directed at you.

Turning to look at him, you noticed a blush on the Frenchman’s cheeks. You smile rather proudly and you walk away, wiggling your ass behind you a little more than usual as you close the door behind you.

You were pleased with yourself until you saw Matthew in the hallway looking at you.

“Hey jailbait,” he grins in a teasing manner, making you glare at his newest nickname for you.

“Don’t call me that!” you say and playfully hit him on his nearest arm, “What were you doing spying on me anyway? And what time did you get home?”

“About fifteen minutes ago and who said I was spying? Besides, all I wanted was a sandwich, you never offer to make me one,” he seemed to have acquired a ham one from the kitchen then lifts it to his mouth and started munching, “And what’s with you twisting your hips like you were one of Papa’s dancers?” he asked through a mouthful of sandwich.

“Oh hush up and help me make dinner,” you snap your cheeks still hot from embarrassment while leading the way to the kitchen.

“Sure… by the way you still didn’t answer my question,” he said behind her as you both now enter the large kitchen.

“And I’m not going to,” you say as you walk over to the sink to wash your hands, “so, who’s the German?” you ask because you knew that Matthew would know about him.

“His name’s Lutz Beilschimdt,” he said after stuffing the last bite of sandwich in his mouth then swallows it and lick his lips, “though you have to admit, you’re getting closer to the men your age,”

“Quiet you, now tell me, what does he do?”

“Usually he’s just a hired muscle if you need one and he’s also someone who can get things that you’re looking for, especially like really rare stuff. Though I’d be careful if I were you,” Matthew turns and rummages through the fridge to grab himself a beer, “he’s a huge ass pervert. He loves asses, girls and guys, he doesn’t give a shit.” He takes the bottle opener off the fridge and pops open the beer cap, “To him ass is ass.”

“Yeah I know, I just encountered that,” you say while taking the beer from him, “And you’re too young to drink,”

“Not in Canada,” he retorts and pouts a little.

“Last I checked we’re in America and my ass isn’t going to jail for giving a minor alcohol,”

“Killjoy.”

You only smile and wink at Matt who now takes a bottle of coke from the fridge and twists off the cap, “What? Are you going to take my soda too?”

“Nope, someone’s got to drink this beer and it isn’t going to be you.” You say with a smile and you take a sip from the beer bottle.

“You’re so going to pay for that.” Matthew promises then takes another swig of soda.

A few minutes after that you hear both men walking out into the living room, “So you will consider my request, ja?”

“Yes fine whatever, I will let you know later this week. I may need to convince her she is very willful,”

“So I’ve seen,” Lutz chuckles, “Auf Wiedersehen, Francis.”

“Oui, au revoir,” you and Matthew hear Francis close and lock the door as well as the heavy footfalls that grew louder and louder until Francis was now near entering the kitchen, he leans against the door frame and looks at you, “__________ we need to have a chat, come to my office,” then he pushes off and walks over to his office expecting you to follow him.

You look to Matthew as if to ask him what his old man was on about when the teen shrugs and hums an ‘I dunno?’. Leaving the kitchen for only a split second, you then return to grab your open beer and you take it with you to Francis’ office.

Inside he ushers you to the chair across from his, the one that was recently occupied by Lutz just before he left. Francis glares at you for a moment and before you could say something, he cuts to the chase.

“You’re going out with the Kraut,” he said simply then continues, “you’re going butter him up for me while you’re with him. I can’t find a better way to make you more useful,” he smiles cruelly and you feel your face heat up with anger.

“You want me to do what?!” you gawk at him, Francis lifts up the glass with his brandy and drinks the rest of it down he then rolls his eyes at your question.

“You’re going to be the honey pot and you’re going to make him as happy as you can end of story,”

“Who the fuck do you think you are?!”

“Your boss and this isn’t open for discussion,”

“The HELL it isn’t! Who do you think you are my pimp? I was only hired to cook and clean for you, not to be your ward.”

“You left the Kraut with quite an impression, now who's fault do you think that is?”

“I refuse to go out with him only because you say I am, I am not that kind of a girl that you can pass around to your associates!”

“He will not close our deal unless you go out with him.”

“Pfft! Then get one of your other girls to do it.” You’ve had enough and you turn to leave his office only to have Francis follow after you, his coat I hand, was he going somewhere?

“Don’t you get it? He wants you, you stupid woman!”

“And stop calling me a stupid woman you stupid frog!”

“You are going out with him and you are going to make sure that he has a good time! In that way he will be more agreeable and pull through with our transaction.”

“Fuck you.”

“Wait in line and make damn sure that he doesn’t fuck you,” Francis then leaves the house without another word.

You glare. Where the fuck did he get off on saying that to you?! Even if you did end up being taken back to the German’s place and fuck him that was YOUR business and not Francis’s. Then again it wasn’t as if the thought didn’t cross your mind or anything, after all Lutz was a very good looking man… And it’s not as if Lutz was a total bad guy. He was nice, a bit of a pervert but nice. Unlike Francis who was always rude and mean to you, treating you like one of his subordinates or something.

Just then, Matthew came in. He was just walking back from the kitchen with another soda in hand, “Yo,” he says and plops himself down on the couch.

“I’m going out with Lutz…”

Matthew stares at you, “What do you mean you’re going out with Lutz?”

“What do you mean, ‘what do I mean’? I’m expected to have dinner with him. Your father set me on a date with him to ensure that their business transaction can go off without a hitch.”

“What the fuck? Why didn’t he get one of the girls from the brothel houses to go?”

“That’s what I was asking him! And apparently I left some sort of “impression” on the big German lug that now I’m expected to do this dog and pony show for him!” you sigh exasperated and you rub your eyes with your fingertips, “This just sucks, it really, really, really sucks.”

“Just as long as you don’t do any sucking on the date you should be fine,”

“MATT!”

“I’m just saying! He’s an ass pervert too you know?”

“And how exactly do you know about that?”

“I’ve been involved in this shit for years and I start to remember it and shit. Just be careful,”

“How is he?”

“He’s okay, I just don’t like the company he keeps, mainly an Italian bastard,”

“Am I missing something?”

“Don’t worry your pretty little head but if you do happen to meet an Italian anytime during the date, just get the fuck out of there,”

“Matt I was scared before but now I’m fucking terrified,”

“Whatev, just keep your panties up and your ears and eyes open. You should be fine, oh yeah and try to go plain famed you look fucking nasty with makeup on,”

You glare at him, you look just fine with how you usually do your makeup, “Fine Mr. Expert, you’re helping me pick a dress, I want everything planned out so I won’t end up making myself even more crazy than I already am.” You then grab him by the wrist and you begin to drag him up the stairs to your room.

“How the fuck did I get saddled into this shit?”

“Please Matt?” you stop and you turn to look at him helplessly, “You’re the only one around and the only one I’ve got.” You shrug, “I need you.” You could then see a light lifting in the young man’s indigo colored eyes as he stares down at you along with a faint blush rising on his cheeks.

“Ugh I’m gonna kill that fucking old man of mine for this,” he promises out loud and takes your hand in his, “come on, let’s get this over with and if you tell anyone about this I will deny it until I’m fucking blue in the face.”

“Thank you Matt!” you grin and give him a small kiss on the cheek, his only reply was a grumpy little grunt and the blush he was sporting now made him look like a cute little cherry.

~*~

Third Person POV (Francis)

She was in the kitchen washing the dishes by the time that Francis returned from the brothel house. Madame was very courteous as usual in giving him his usual girls and making sure that they were properly dressed and scented the way he fancied them. Yet it didn’t expel the lust he was currently battling with, for it was a lust that only diminished the moment he was around __________.

It was not because she wasn’t beautiful, oh no, quite the contrary, Francis had grown accustomed to having his young maid around. She always wore a smile whenever she greeted him or Matthew along with a hot plate of food in hand. She was comforting, kind and always smelled so good like something warm and sweet, like the fresh smell of laundry and roses. In a way it was like having a wife around again only minus the great sex (well sex in general) and the headache of arguments.

Although their fight a few days ago over her going out with the stupid potato eater was actually their first fight; perhaps also the first among the many more to come the longer she stayed with them. Either way their argument left him hot and bothered in a way he had never expected which was why he left shortly after their argument, he didn’t want to feel for her this way because in his mind he would always imagined her as—well it best not to speculate.

Quietly approaching her, Francis could hear her murmuring a sweet little song which made him smile; her hands were covered by the thick yellow rubber gloves which were coated in soft white soap suds. He places a gentle hand over her shoulder which caused her to jump and she turned around staring at him with wide (y/c) eyes.

"Oh for heaven's sake Francis!" __________ shouts while being startled by his presence behind her and with all good reason, he didn't dare make a sound, "You scared me half to death!"

"Pardonnez-moi cher," Francis murmurs in his most intimate tone behind her, "it was not my intention to frighten you."

He could see the irritation in the young woman's face dissipate into one of a calm demeanor. She turns her face away as she returns to her current task of washing the dishes. As he continues to watch her, he spies a stray strand of her (y/c) hair and pushed it back over the shell of her ear, “Are you still angry with me?”

He saw her freeze and tense up and when she turns to look at him again, Francis could see the blush rising on her cheeks; his eyes shifted down to her lips he could then see how pink and so wet they were, “I should be but I’m not, I forgive you I guess.”

The faint bite of her white teeth causes them to swell slightly; Francis could no longer contain himself, he had put this off for much too long.

Taking __________ in his arms he presses his lips on hers before pulling the young woman into a long heated kiss. He then lifts her up to wrap her legs around his waist and he carries her into the laundry room where he proceeded to sit her over the dryer which was running and the vibrations only causes her to moan between their mouths.

“Francis!” __________ cries out, he smiles cruelly and begins to tear at her clothes until at last she was in nothing but a pair of her black lace knickers, her arms shielded her naked breasts from his view.

“Let me see them,” he murmurs again and gently pulls her arms away then marvels at her two perfect mounds of warm flesh, “Vous êtes belle, chérie.” Francis then takes one of her soft breasts in his hands, the other he lowered his head to lick and taste at the sweet creamy nipple before sucking it into his mouth sharply.

__________ makes a strangled moan, her legs lax against the edge of the dryer and he felt her hands buried in his hair; he gives the other breast the same attention as the first as he then could smell the sweet and pungent scent of her arousal.

He could feel her trembling hands reaching for his belt buckle, undoing the latch and releasing the button then lowers the zipper of his trousers, allowing the fabric to fall to the floor with a clatter.

Groaning now, Francis pushes his hips forward needing to feel her insides wrapping and dripping around his now aching cock. Why haven’t they done this sooner?

"Do you want more?" She asks and arches her body against his, Francis looks slightly down at her with a grin just as she opens her mouth again but only this time she sounded strangely like Renatta on of his dancers at the brothel, "Yew vant moore?”

“Or I borink yew?" Francis blinks and he finds himself back in the dimly lit establishment, Renatta who's voice he heard in his day dream.

The Frenchman quickly dismisses her off her small platform stage with a wave of his hand, "That will be all cher,"[6]

She gives him a rather undignified look then walks off her perch and looks for someone else to lavish her attention upon.

“Mon Dieu, que diable se passe pour moi??” Francis mutters to himself while he rubs at his eyes with one hand, the other rested over the armrest of the chair he sat in.

He had to fix this, he was in real deep shit now and it was only starting to pile up on him, pretty soon he was going to be so far in the shit he wouldn’t even know how to get out of it.

It ends now.

~*~

Reader’s POV

Rrrrrring! Rrrrrrring!

You were taking a break in the living room, finally getting the chance to read one of your favorite books and you were about to get to one of the good parts when you look up in search for the source of the ringing; which oddly enough sounded very much like the ring of a telephone. Francis wasn’t home and neither was Matthew and the idea of Francis having an actual land-line totally took you by surprise, so much that you were startled by the ring.

“Hello Bonnefoy residence,” you say into the receiver once you had gotten up from your seat on the couch.

“Is Francis in?” you hear a gruff male voice ask.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Bonnefoy isn’t in at the moment, may I ask who’s calling please?”

“It’s me Liebling,” you hear the voice chuckle which causes you blush and you immediately straighten up and preen yourself a bit at the sound of Lutz’s voice.

“Why hello Lutz!”

“How are you, __________? Working hard or hardly working?” you could hear the smile in his voice now and it causes your own smile to break out onto your face.

“Working hard, you do remember who my boss is, don’t you?”

“Right,” he laughs again, “Seriously, is the old man about? I have to discuss some shit with him,” now he sounded serious, it must have been very important for him to even call the land-line, perhaps he first called the office line which was obviously separated from the land-line.

“I’m sorry he’s really not here but I can take a message if you would like?” you offer sincerely and you hear Lutz sigh exasperated.

“Meh, I’ll call him back later. It’ll be better that way,” then his tone changed, “Soooo…how are you doing?” the smile came back to his voice and it made you feel more at ease.

“I’m good! I just have a few more things I need to finish up before I start cooking dinner,”

“And how’s that tight little arsch of yours?”

“You’re such a pervert!” you laugh and cover your lips with your fingers while over the phone.

“What are you wearing?”

“Oh my God Lutz I am not telling you that!”

“Naked then, you are making this very hard for me to withstand temptation, Liebste.”

“You really are a pervert!” you laugh and you hear that deep throaty chuckle of his again, he knew he had you on the ropes and you allowed him too, that was what was so great about a phone… unless of course he decided to drive on by again for a visit.

“You know you like it. I bet it’s hot and waiting for me to smack it again,” you can imagine the handsome smile turning into a wolfish grin.

“No it is not. As a matter of fact, it said that it doesn’t want another heavy handed German smack. They were hard, memorable but hard,” and it didn’t help that you had actually like it a little bit.

“So… are you and your hot arsch doing anything tomorrow night?”

“Erm, no not to my knowledge,” you say and you feel your heart pounding a mile a minute. Oh God this was it, he was going to ask you out you knew this was coming only you thought that Francis would have been here to arrange for everything and here you were dealing with this thing. Ok __________, be cool… you can do this, “Oh,” you say a little coquettishly, “is big bad Lutz asking me out on a date?”

“Maybe, you free?”

YOU BET YOUR HOT GERMAN ASS I AM! You think but compose yourself, best to act aloof right now, don’t get overexcited, keep it cool, relax…

“I am, is eight o’clock okay?”

“That’s perfect. I will see you tomorrow Liebling,”

“Wonderful, good bye Lutz,” you smirk while you hold in the elated emotion now building up in your chest.

“Tschau, __________.” Ooh he sounded so dreamy when he says your name like that, you then hang up the phone and you plop back on the couch thinking that perhaps this date wasn’t as bad as you had thought it was going to be.

~*~

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Oh hi, you’re home,” you say over your shoulder just as you put on your earrings.

“That’s not what I asked.” Francis says gruffly and slowly approaches you, his eyes on the dress you were currently wearing.[7]

“Thanks, just bought it today,” you smile and run your hands over the sides of your body, feeling the smooth cool fabric, he snorts dismissively, “What was that?” you ask while looking up at him, his arms were crossed over his chest.

“I don’t see why you’re being so fuckin’ eager about it,”

“About what?” you glare at him, he just seem no nonchalant about the whole thing.

“About you going out with the Kraut. Remember you’re doing intel that’s all,”

“So I can’t enjoy myself as well? Lutz is an awfully good looking man, you know?”

“Why? I didn’t know you were into the shit he was into,”

You snort and look him over as you grab your bag to match your dress, “Don’t compare me to your brothel girls. I do have standards,”

“And not craving for old wrinkly cock,” Matthew said with a glass of milk in one hand and a bag of oreos in the other. He then proceeded to make himself comfortable on the couch and turns on the tv. You look at the back of his head while he began to watch The Dukes of Hazard with Jessica Simpson, Johnny Knoxville and Sean William Scott. Damn that fucking boy... You then return your anger to Francis once again.

"You suggested that I be nice to him and show him a good time!"

“After the stink you made I never expected you to actually go through with it! Especially dressed like that… Pute!” he spits while he glares at your dress.

“Hey! Don't call her that because you're fuckin' jealous!” Matthew turns around and snarls at his father.

“Ferme ta merdique gueule petite merde!” <<Shut your fucking face little shit.>>

“Hey don't call him that, you stupid Frog!” you snap at Francis, you knew by experience what “petite merde” was from all the times he’s heard him say it to his son, yet it still pissed you off that he would call his son such a thing.

“Vas te faire encule vieil homme! Ce n'est pas ma faute si tu étais jaloux.” <<Fuck you old man! It's not my fault you were jealous.>>

Now they were both fighting, great, that was just great.

Francis makes an annoyed growling grunt in his throat and waves a dismissive hand at them then turns to walk back to the house office to sulk, perhaps when you get home after your date with Lutz you’ll find Francis in a drunken stupor.

“Hey! You don't see me judging you for the skanks you bring home!”

Matt growls one last time then chugs the rest of his milk, grabs the bag of cookies and leaves the house.

You only sigh and wait outside of the house for Lutz to pick you up. Pretty soon you hear the distinguishing roar of a motorbike along with its familiar rugged looking driver proudly sitting on it; Lutz then parks it right up the driveway.

“I didn't know you drive a motorcycle!”

“Ja, she's my baby.” He grins at you and revs the motor at you.

“I’ve never ridden one before! Shall we go then?”

“Let's. Hop on.” He then hands you an extra helmet which you take and you hop on behind him.

“This is so exciting!”

You hear Lutz chuckle and he kick starts the bike again, “I’m glad you seem so enthused liebe.”

Little did you know, Francis was in one of the upstairs windows watching the both of you and seethes. He then makes a phone call to have you followed until he changes his mind and decides to follow you personally; he didn't trust the Kraut not even an inch.

“Trust me __________, this night will be an experience you won’t soon forget. Now hold onto me tightly!” you do as he recommends as he takes off with a blinding speeding ZOOM down the street.

Lutz had taken you to a German beer hall, it looked a bit rustic to say the least, “The food here is delicious and so is the beer,” he says as he helps you off the back of the bike as well as helps you out of you helmet.

“I’m sorry but I feel a little overdressed...” you smile nervously at the tall German man who looks you over again and making you feel even more nervous than before.

Lutz snorts then offers you his hand like a true gentleman would do, “You're fine liebe, well more than fine, I may have to fight over you but it will be worth it. You are mine tonight, are you not?” he then turns you around to look at how your dress hugs as your body and he whistles low causing you to blush and giggle.

“Oh my…” you say behind your hand, “I suppose I am,”

The two of you enter the bar and sit in a booth over by the far side of the hall, there were billiards and darts as well as an arm wrestling simulator complete with a mechanical arm. Lutz then went ahead and orders two beers, the tankards they came in were huge.

“So what dish do you recommend for dinner here? You said it was good,” you ask just before you take a sip from your tankard of beer.

“Jagerschnitzel[8], it's the best fuckin' thing ever.”

“Alright, let's get it then. I was asked to show you a good time and I mean to fulfill that request.”

“You are quite generous liebe,” he smirks while taking your hand and kisses it, his deep purple eyes stare into your own (y/c) ones which only made you smitten, perhaps it was the beer doing the thinking for you, but you were starting to like this man.

He was very polite, attentive not to mention quite the looker in everything physical; too bad you didn’t meet him before you met Francis….

The moment the young waitress who had serve you the beer came back to take your orders, Lutz turns to you with a genuine smile on his lips and you begin to make small talk. You were actually starting to have a very good time with him, he wasn’t at all what Matt and Francis made him seem to be!

Oblivious that the two of you were being watched, it was Lutz who had taken notice and you suddenly see him smirk right before he pulls you into his arms and nuzzles you rather affectionately. You honestly didn’t know what to say or how to react except that you stiffen in your seat and you feel your heart racing into overdrive while this robust and equally handsome mountain of German man meat held you in such an intimate way.

“What are you doing?” your voice returned to a gentle whisper.

Lutz still smirking pulls away from you, to look into your eyes, “Apologies Liebling,” he ran a fingertip gently down on one side of your cheek then the other, “But I saw a few unscrupulous looking men facing your way, I wanted them to know that you were mine, besides you just look so huggable.”

You feel your face heat up while you bring up a hand to your lips to smother a laugh which bubbled into a nervous little giggle, you almost sounded smitten, Lutz’s smirk grew into a full fledge grin.

As the night progresses you have a much better time with Lutz so much more than you had anticipated, he even went as far as to walk you to the front door as he drops you off.

“You know something; you're not as bad as I heard you were going to be.” You find yourself telling him, Lutz looks amused by your words though slightly taken aback by them as well.

“Well of course not! What have you been told huh? That I am some rugged German beast who enjoys the company of women far too much?”

You laugh and nod your head, “Yeah that sounds about right,” you then look him over with a gentle smile, “Did you have a good time at least?” you meant it sincerely.

“Of course, I always enjoy the company of an interesting woman.”

“I'm very glad, I wouldn’t want to disappoint! If these were normal circumstances I would hope for a phone call tomorrow.” You say and you bite your lip in front of him, you hand on the golden doorknob.

Lutz smirks at you and then slips you a bit of paper with his phone number on it.

“Well then, I guess I'll call you,” you say with a grin and you lean forward to give him a good night kiss on the cheek, which he accepted with a fond smile, “Goodnight.”

“Gute Nacht liebe, sleep well, I know I will.” He then waits until you were inside the house before he drives off in a rush.

“Oh my goodness…” you whisper as you were all smiles while you lean up against the closed door. You then think back on the night you just had before you smile and shake your head as you settle in. You now take off your heels and you start making your way upstairs into your room.

TBC...

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Tango[1]
Part 1: Womanizer[2]

“Papa’s what I like to call a general philanthropist,” Matthew said one morning at breakfast, “he actually owns stock on Artie’s Bakery as well as several export shops and brothels, so this kinda thing happens all the time.”

The worst part about this whole thing was that Matthew seemed so nonchalant about it; you however, could not calm the raging heat on your cheeks after the sight you were greeted with.

Okay, let’s back track a bit. It had not been long since you’ve move into the Bonnefoy house and it was still rather odd to wake up every day to find that you couldn’t possibly be late to work because you were already at your job. Returning to what you were currently flustered about; ever since you began living with Francis and Matthew, you took it upon yourself to wake them both up for breakfast and since Francis’s bedroom was adjacent to yours, it was only natural to wake him first.

However when he made no effort in answering you after your couple of sharp knocks, you try for the door knob which easily opens and you poke your head in. You wear a smile on your face until you look into the direction of his bed which was when your voice escapes you and your eyes widen in shock. You see Francis still asleep and half naked in his large bed with a woman tucked under each arm. There were two more women spooning behind each of the women that Francis was holding and there were another two more women sleeping on either side of his lower body. In total he had six women on the bed with him…

“You do realize it’s impolite to stare?” you hear the lazy drawl of Francis’s voice and you look up to meet his eyes to find them staring at you, causing you to blush, “What is it that you want, woman?”

“Oh I um—“ you stutter then shake your head, “breakfast will be ready soon… will your guests be staying as well?”

“No they will not, I shall be down momentarily now shut the door, you’re letting out the heat.”

Heat. Right…

Without another peep you close the door behind you and you rub at your eyes with one hand, “What did I get myself into?” you ask yourself quietly and you hurry along down the stairs to wake Matthew, you only hope that he didn’t have any unknown guests that spent the night as well.

“Matthew?” you call gently from the hallway and knock three times on the closed bedroom door, “Breakfast will be ready in ten.”

“Thanks __________,” you hear his reply lace with fatigue and you can only picture the tall blond young man with a mess of bed head; he really was adorable at times.

The thought puts a smile on your face as you now hurried along to the kitchen making bacon, eggs, pancakes and toast as well as the coffee; you leave the carton of orange juice out for Matthew and you pour yourself a cup of coffee while preparing it the way you like it.

Now back to the present, you were sitting at the table with Matthew who was savoring each bite of the pancakes you made for him when you hear a sudden commotion coming from upstairs along with a parade of stomping feet as well as a string of chit chattering voices which begin to head out the front door.

“That’s Scarlet, Ebony, Bunny, Angel, Lulu and Diamond.” Spoke Matthew before taking a sip of orange juice now that the house was silent once more.

“What? How can you tell?”

“They are Papa’s regulars when he wants an orgy,”

“Orgy?” you ask in more of a surprise tone than an appalled one.

“Yeah an orgy,” Matthew smirks cruelly over his glass, “Don’t you know what that is?”

“Of course I do, I’m not stupid,” your face heats up again and you mutter into your coffee mug, “I just never knew anyone that would participate in something like that.”

“So I take it that you’ve never had sex?”

“Matthew!” your face burns with embarrassment, “I am not going to have this conversation with you,”

Matthew snorts and downs the rest of his juice then lets out a huge belch, “Very nice,” you say and wrinkle your nose with disgust at his display.

“Tch, whatever, thanks for the pancakes __________,” he smirks and gets up then gives your cheek a quick kiss; you couldn’t help but smile as you finish your coffee, Matthew takes his plate to the kitchen sink.

Then at last his Royal Highness graces you with his presence just as he enters in the kitchen and looks for something to eat.

Both father and son had seem to appreciate your being there by greeting them in the kitchen along with a plate of something warm, filling and ready to eat as well as keeping the house spotless and organized. You even go out of your way as to pack something up for Matt to take with him to school for you fear that he would live off on chips, soda and three bottles of maple syrup… really that boy could put that maple away like nobody’s business…

After Matthew leaves for school and Francis heads up to his office; which was on the first floor of the house next to Matthew’s bedroom, this was your cue to start your day by picking and sorting out the laundry, not to mention washing and drying it as well which was then followed by a thorough wash of both the upstairs and downstairs bathrooms, along with Francis’s personal bath room in the Master Bedroom.[3] Now that particular room was TERRIFYING so you always leave it last in order to mentally prepare yourself for the disaster you would have been greeted with.

This time however, you honestly didn’t know what to expect especially with the activities Francis must have gotten himself into with his lady friends the night before. You also didn’t want to know, just as you walk into the bathroom, about how the body painted backside of a woman was plastered on the far side wall of the shower.[4] The messy outline was caked against the tiled wall in various shades, of neon green, pink, orange, blue and yellow paints. There were also hand prints, and ass prints, as well as boob prints against the walls of the bathroom and the glass of the sliding door both inside and outside of the shower.

“Well shit…” you hiss while getting to work.

It took you about almost two hours but you finally left the bathroom spotless. You hear the doorbell ring as soon as you shut the master bedroom door close, “Now who could that be? Better not be the Avon lady again…” you ask mostly to yourself while you walk down the stairs.

“Hold your horses, I’m coming!” you call from over the sound of the knocker while you remove the paint speckled yellow rubber gloves from your hands and place them over the brim of the bucket you used to clean the bathroom. You open the door quickly but exasperatedly until you see an equally severe looking (not to mention good looking) man in front of you, you stop cold.

“Oh hello,” your face breaks into a smile at the tall muscular man, you noticed that he had amazing dark purplish-pink eyes and that he also had a scar on the left side of his cheek just slightly below his eye, “may I help you sir?”

You see the man take in your appearance as well. You were after all covered in speckled paint residue from cleaning the bathroom just now and you see him smile at you once he met with your eyes again.

“Ja,” he said with a heavy German accent and you couldn’t help but feel a ripple of excitement flutter in your stomach, “I’m looking for Francis Bonnefoy, might I come in, Fräulein?”

Just as you were about to reply did you hear Francis speak behind you, “What the fuck are you doing here?” Both your attention as well as the German man’s were caught as you turn to watch Francis walk into the living room with his hands in his pockets and a lit cigarette in his mouth, “__________ let him in, what is the matter with you?”

“Of course,” you say to Francis then you look to the other man with a nervous smile, “so sorry,” you apologized to the man at the door way then you open the door more fully and you step aside to allow him to pass, “Please do come in,”

“This new maid of yours is very nice Francis, much better than the last one,”

Francis rolls his eyes at that, “So what is it you want now Lutz?”

“You and I have some business pending, do you not remember?”

“Gentlemen, if you will be having your meeting in the office I can bring you some sandwiches if you like,” you then turn to man Francis addresses to as “Lutz” and you smile at him politely, “and beer?”

“That would be most appreciated Fräulein,” Lutz grins and tips his hat at the brim to you slightly.

Just as you begin to walk away toward the kitchen, you could hear Lutz groan gently, ”Mein Gott... Francis tell me that you smack that arsch at least once every day! Verdammt…” you couldn’t help but bite your lips to suppress a laugh and what made it even more satisfactory was when you hear Francis making a strange noise followed by a retort.

“Fou Allemand! I haven't got all day now let's talk business.” You then hear both men walking down the hallway on the first floor and they continue their conversation until they were out of ear shot.

Later on, you come into the room to serve the sandwiches; Lutz and Francis were currently engaged in their business. You notice that Francis seem more annoyed than usual while Lutz looks at him with a smug expression on his face. Francis calms a little the moment he sees you entering the room with the food and alcohol. You firstly serve the sandwiches[5] which consisted of roast beef, chicken and a few BLTs, you then walk over to the caddy to begin to pour Francis his preferred glass of wine.

“I don’t want wine, give me the fucking brandy,” your eyes go wide as you stare at him for only a moment before going to pour him the sweet amber liquor in the crystal glass bottle.

Francis only drank brandy when he was especially annoyed and this slightly worries you but you did as you were told and you head for his supply in the corner bar. You could feel eyes on your backside and just as you turn you find Lutz grinning rather perversely at you. While handing Francis over the glass of brandy did you feel something hard pressing on your bottom. You blush and freeze as Lutz pats and rubs your bottom fondly.

“Incredible… Francis your maid has very nice assets. I mean I’ve felt some good ones but damn. I may have to borrow her for a few days,” you hear his rich thick voice say in such a manner that it causes your cheeks to burn hotly.

“The fuck you will,” Francis growls and grits his teeth, “and hands off!”

“Yeah, hands off!” you say sternly and you go to pour his beer for him in his chilled glass.

“Sorry Liebling but you have a hot arsch,” you look at him and you could see that he didn’t look sorry at all particularly while he took a look down at your legs, “And a nice pair of legs as well.”

“It’s only for looking at not touching,” you smirk and wink, his eyes seem to twinkle as he smirks at you again.

“Leave us,” Francis growls again only this time it was directed at you.

Turning to look at him, you noticed a blush on the Frenchman’s cheeks. You smile rather proudly and you walk away, wiggling your ass behind you a little more than usual as you close the door behind you.

You were pleased with yourself until you saw Matthew in the hallway looking at you.

“Hey jailbait,” he grins in a teasing manner, making you glare at his newest nickname for you.

“Don’t call me that!” you say and playfully hit him on his nearest arm, “What were you doing spying on me anyway? And what time did you get home?”

“About fifteen minutes ago and who said I was spying? Besides, all I wanted was a sandwich, you never offer to make me one,” he seemed to have acquired a ham one from the kitchen then lifts it to his mouth and started munching, “And what’s with you twisting your hips like you were one of Papa’s dancers?” he asked through a mouthful of sandwich.

“Oh hush up and help me make dinner,” you snap your cheeks still hot from embarrassment while leading the way to the kitchen.

“Sure… by the way you still didn’t answer my question,” he said behind her as you both now enter the large kitchen.

“And I’m not going to,” you say as you walk over to the sink to wash your hands, “so, who’s the German?” you ask because you knew that Matthew would know about him.

“His name’s Lutz Beilschimdt,” he said after stuffing the last bite of sandwich in his mouth then swallows it and lick his lips, “though you have to admit, you’re getting closer to the men your age,”

“Quiet you, now tell me, what does he do?”

“Usually he’s just a hired muscle if you need one and he’s also someone who can get things that you’re looking for, especially like really rare stuff. Though I’d be careful if I were you,” Matthew turns and rummages through the fridge to grab himself a beer, “he’s a huge ass pervert. He loves asses, girls and guys, he doesn’t give a shit.” He takes the bottle opener off the fridge and pops open the beer cap, “To him ass is ass.”

“Yeah I know, I just encountered that,” you say while taking the beer from him, “And you’re too young to drink,”

“Not in Canada,” he retorts and pouts a little.

“Last I checked we’re in America and my ass isn’t going to jail for giving a minor alcohol,”

“Killjoy.”

You only smile and wink at Matt who now takes a bottle of coke from the fridge and twists off the cap, “What? Are you going to take my soda too?”

“Nope, someone’s got to drink this beer and it isn’t going to be you.” You say with a smile and you take a sip from the beer bottle.

“You’re so going to pay for that.” Matthew promises then takes another swig of soda.

A few minutes after that you hear both men walking out into the living room, “So you will consider my request, ja?”

“Yes fine whatever, I will let you know later this week. I may need to convince her she is very willful,”

“So I’ve seen,” Lutz chuckles, “Auf Wiedersehen, Francis.”

“Oui, au revoir,” you and Matthew hear Francis close and lock the door as well as the heavy footfalls that grew louder and louder until Francis was now near entering the kitchen, he leans against the door frame and looks at you, “__________ we need to have a chat, come to my office,” then he pushes off and walks over to his office expecting you to follow him.

You look to Matthew as if to ask him what his old man was on about when the teen shrugs and hums an ‘I dunno?’. Leaving the kitchen for only a split second, you then return to grab your open beer and you take it with you to Francis’ office.

Inside he ushers you to the chair across from his, the one that was recently occupied by Lutz just before he left. Francis glares at you for a moment and before you could say something, he cuts to the chase.

“You’re going out with the Kraut,” he said simply then continues, “you’re going butter him up for me while you’re with him. I can’t find a better way to make you more useful,” he smiles cruelly and you feel your face heat up with anger.

“You want me to do what?!” you gawk at him, Francis lifts up the glass with his brandy and drinks the rest of it down he then rolls his eyes at your question.

“You’re going to be the honey pot and you’re going to make him as happy as you can end of story,”

“Who the fuck do you think you are?!”

“Your boss and this isn’t open for discussion,”

“The HELL it isn’t! Who do you think you are my pimp? I was only hired to cook and clean for you, not to be your ward.”

“You left the Kraut with quite an impression, now who's fault do you think that is?”

“I refuse to go out with him only because you say I am, I am not that kind of a girl that you can pass around to your associates!”

“He will not close our deal unless you go out with him.”

“Pfft! Then get one of your other girls to do it.” You’ve had enough and you turn to leave his office only to have Francis follow after you, his coat I hand, was he going somewhere?

“Don’t you get it? He wants you, you stupid woman!”

“And stop calling me a stupid woman you stupid frog!”

“You are going out with him and you are going to make sure that he has a good time! In that way he will be more agreeable and pull through with our transaction.”

“Fuck you.”

“Wait in line and make damn sure that he doesn’t fuck you,” Francis then leaves the house without another word.

You glare. Where the fuck did he get off on saying that to you?! Even if you did end up being taken back to the German’s place and fuck him that was YOUR business and not Francis’s. Then again it wasn’t as if the thought didn’t cross your mind or anything, after all Lutz was a very good looking man… And it’s not as if Lutz was a total bad guy. He was nice, a bit of a pervert but nice. Unlike Francis who was always rude and mean to you, treating you like one of his subordinates or something.

Just then, Matthew came in. He was just walking back from the kitchen with another soda in hand, “Yo,” he says and plops himself down on the couch.

“I’m going out with Lutz…”

Matthew stares at you, “What do you mean you’re going out with Lutz?”

“What do you mean, ‘what do I mean’? I’m expected to have dinner with him. Your father set me on a date with him to ensure that their business transaction can go off without a hitch.”

“What the fuck? Why didn’t he get one of the girls from the brothel houses to go?”

“That’s what I was asking him! And apparently I left some sort of “impression” on the big German lug that now I’m expected to do this dog and pony show for him!” you sigh exasperated and you rub your eyes with your fingertips, “This just sucks, it really, really, really sucks.”

“Just as long as you don’t do any sucking on the date you should be fine,”

“MATT!”

“I’m just saying! He’s an ass pervert too you know?”

“And how exactly do you know about that?”

“I’ve been involved in this shit for years and I start to remember it and shit. Just be careful,”

“How is he?”

“He’s okay, I just don’t like the company he keeps, mainly an Italian bastard,”

“Am I missing something?”

“Don’t worry your pretty little head but if you do happen to meet an Italian anytime during the date, just get the fuck out of there,”

“Matt I was scared before but now I’m fucking terrified,”

“Whatev, just keep your panties up and your ears and eyes open. You should be fine, oh yeah and try to go plain famed you look fucking nasty with makeup on,”

You glare at him, you look just fine with how you usually do your makeup, “Fine Mr. Expert, you’re helping me pick a dress, I want everything planned out so I won’t end up making myself even more crazy than I already am.” You then grab him by the wrist and you begin to drag him up the stairs to your room.

“How the fuck did I get saddled into this shit?”

“Please Matt?” you stop and you turn to look at him helplessly, “You’re the only one around and the only one I’ve got.” You shrug, “I need you.” You could then see a light lifting in the young man’s indigo colored eyes as he stares down at you along with a faint blush rising on his cheeks.

“Ugh I’m gonna kill that fucking old man of mine for this,” he promises out loud and takes your hand in his, “come on, let’s get this over with and if you tell anyone about this I will deny it until I’m fucking blue in the face.”

“Thank you Matt!” you grin and give him a small kiss on the cheek, his only reply was a grumpy little grunt and the blush he was sporting now made him look like a cute little cherry.

~*~

Third Person POV (Francis)

She was in the kitchen washing the dishes by the time that Francis returned from the brothel house. Madame was very courteous as usual in giving him his usual girls and making sure that they were properly dressed and scented the way he fancied them. Yet it didn’t expel the lust he was currently battling with, for it was a lust that only diminished the moment he was around __________.

It was not because she wasn’t beautiful, oh no, quite the contrary, Francis had grown accustomed to having his young maid around. She always wore a smile whenever she greeted him or Matthew along with a hot plate of food in hand. She was comforting, kind and always smelled so good like something warm and sweet, like the fresh smell of laundry and roses. In a way it was like having a wife around again only minus the great sex (well sex in general) and the headache of arguments.

Although their fight a few days ago over her going out with the stupid potato eater was actually their first fight; perhaps also the first among the many more to come the longer she stayed with them. Either way their argument left him hot and bothered in a way he had never expected which was why he left shortly after their argument, he didn’t want to feel for her this way because in his mind he would always imagined her as—well it best not to speculate.

Quietly approaching her, Francis could hear her murmuring a sweet little song which made him smile; her hands were covered by the thick yellow rubber gloves which were coated in soft white soap suds. He places a gentle hand over her shoulder which caused her to jump and she turned around staring at him with wide (y/c) eyes.

"Oh for heaven's sake Francis!" __________ shouts while being startled by his presence behind her and with all good reason, he didn't dare make a sound, "You scared me half to death!"

"Pardonnez-moi cher," Francis murmurs in his most intimate tone behind her, "it was not my intention to frighten you."

He could see the irritation in the young woman's face dissipate into one of a calm demeanor. She turns her face away as she returns to her current task of washing the dishes. As he continues to watch her, he spies a stray strand of her (y/c) hair and pushed it back over the shell of her ear, “Are you still angry with me?”

He saw her freeze and tense up and when she turns to look at him again, Francis could see the blush rising on her cheeks; his eyes shifted down to her lips he could then see how pink and so wet they were, “I should be but I’m not, I forgive you I guess.”

The faint bite of her white teeth causes them to swell slightly; Francis could no longer contain himself, he had put this off for much too long.

Taking __________ in his arms he presses his lips on hers before pulling the young woman into a long heated kiss. He then lifts her up to wrap her legs around his waist and he carries her into the laundry room where he proceeded to sit her over the dryer which was running and the vibrations only causes her to moan between their mouths.

“Francis!” __________ cries out, he smiles cruelly and begins to tear at her clothes until at last she was in nothing but a pair of her black lace knickers, her arms shielded her naked breasts from his view.

“Let me see them,” he murmurs again and gently pulls her arms away then marvels at her two perfect mounds of warm flesh, “Vous êtes belle, chérie.” Francis then takes one of her soft breasts in his hands, the other he lowered his head to lick and taste at the sweet creamy nipple before sucking it into his mouth sharply.

__________ makes a strangled moan, her legs lax against the edge of the dryer and he felt her hands buried in his hair; he gives the other breast the same attention as the first as he then could smell the sweet and pungent scent of her arousal.

He could feel her trembling hands reaching for his belt buckle, undoing the latch and releasing the button then lowers the zipper of his trousers, allowing the fabric to fall to the floor with a clatter.

Groaning now, Francis pushes his hips forward needing to feel her insides wrapping and dripping around his now aching cock. Why haven’t they done this sooner?

"Do you want more?" She asks and arches her body against his, Francis looks slightly down at her with a grin just as she opens her mouth again but only this time she sounded strangely like Renatta on of his dancers at the brothel, "Yew vant moore?”

“Or I borink yew?" Francis blinks and he finds himself back in the dimly lit establishment, Renatta who's voice he heard in his day dream.

The Frenchman quickly dismisses her off her small platform stage with a wave of his hand, "That will be all cher,"[6]

She gives him a rather undignified look then walks off her perch and looks for someone else to lavish her attention upon.

“Mon Dieu, que diable se passe pour moi??” Francis mutters to himself while he rubs at his eyes with one hand, the other rested over the armrest of the chair he sat in.

He had to fix this, he was in real deep shit now and it was only starting to pile up on him, pretty soon he was going to be so far in the shit he wouldn’t even know how to get out of it.

It ends now.

~*~

Reader’s POV

Rrrrrring! Rrrrrrring!

You were taking a break in the living room, finally getting the chance to read one of your favorite books and you were about to get to one of the good parts when you look up in search for the source of the ringing; which oddly enough sounded very much like the ring of a telephone. Francis wasn’t home and neither was Matthew and the idea of Francis having an actual land-line totally took you by surprise, so much that you were startled by the ring.

“Hello Bonnefoy residence,” you say into the receiver once you had gotten up from your seat on the couch.

“Is Francis in?” you hear a gruff male voice ask.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Bonnefoy isn’t in at the moment, may I ask who’s calling please?”

“It’s me Liebling,” you hear the voice chuckle which causes you blush and you immediately straighten up and preen yourself a bit at the sound of Lutz’s voice.

“Why hello Lutz!”

“How are you, __________? Working hard or hardly working?” you could hear the smile in his voice now and it causes your own smile to break out onto your face.

“Working hard, you do remember who my boss is, don’t you?”

“Right,” he laughs again, “Seriously, is the old man about? I have to discuss some shit with him,” now he sounded serious, it must have been very important for him to even call the land-line, perhaps he first called the office line which was obviously separated from the land-line.

“I’m sorry he’s really not here but I can take a message if you would like?” you offer sincerely and you hear Lutz sigh exasperated.

“Meh, I’ll call him back later. It’ll be better that way,” then his tone changed, “Soooo…how are you doing?” the smile came back to his voice and it made you feel more at ease.

“I’m good! I just have a few more things I need to finish up before I start cooking dinner,”

“And how’s that tight little arsch of yours?”

“You’re such a pervert!” you laugh and cover your lips with your fingers while over the phone.

“What are you wearing?”

“Oh my God Lutz I am not telling you that!”

“Naked then, you are making this very hard for me to withstand temptation, Liebste.”

“You really are a pervert!” you laugh and you hear that deep throaty chuckle of his again, he knew he had you on the ropes and you allowed him too, that was what was so great about a phone… unless of course he decided to drive on by again for a visit.

“You know you like it. I bet it’s hot and waiting for me to smack it again,” you can imagine the handsome smile turning into a wolfish grin.

“No it is not. As a matter of fact, it said that it doesn’t want another heavy handed German smack. They were hard, memorable but hard,” and it didn’t help that you had actually like it a little bit.

“So… are you and your hot arsch doing anything tomorrow night?”

“Erm, no not to my knowledge,” you say and you feel your heart pounding a mile a minute. Oh God this was it, he was going to ask you out you knew this was coming only you thought that Francis would have been here to arrange for everything and here you were dealing with this thing. Ok __________, be cool… you can do this, “Oh,” you say a little coquettishly, “is big bad Lutz asking me out on a date?”

“Maybe, you free?”

YOU BET YOUR HOT GERMAN ASS I AM! You think but compose yourself, best to act aloof right now, don’t get overexcited, keep it cool, relax…

“I am, is eight o’clock okay?”

“That’s perfect. I will see you tomorrow Liebling,”

“Wonderful, good bye Lutz,” you smirk while you hold in the elated emotion now building up in your chest.

“Tschau, __________.” Ooh he sounded so dreamy when he says your name like that, you then hang up the phone and you plop back on the couch thinking that perhaps this date wasn’t as bad as you had thought it was going to be.

~*~

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Oh hi, you’re home,” you say over your shoulder just as you put on your earrings.

“That’s not what I asked.” Francis says gruffly and slowly approaches you, his eyes on the dress you were currently wearing.[7]

“Thanks, just bought it today,” you smile and run your hands over the sides of your body, feeling the smooth cool fabric, he snorts dismissively, “What was that?” you ask while looking up at him, his arms were crossed over his chest.

“I don’t see why you’re being so fuckin’ eager about it,”

“About what?” you glare at him, he just seem no nonchalant about the whole thing.

“About you going out with the Kraut. Remember you’re doing intel that’s all,”

“So I can’t enjoy myself as well? Lutz is an awfully good looking man, you know?”

“Why? I didn’t know you were into the shit he was into,”

You snort and look him over as you grab your bag to match your dress, “Don’t compare me to your brothel girls. I do have standards,”

“And not craving for old wrinkly cock,” Matthew said with a glass of milk in one hand and a bag of oreos in the other. He then proceeded to make himself comfortable on the couch and turns on the tv. You look at the back of his head while he began to watch The Dukes of Hazard with Jessica Simpson, Johnny Knoxville and Sean William Scott. Damn that fucking boy... You then return your anger to Francis once again.

"You suggested that I be nice to him and show him a good time!"

“After the stink you made I never expected you to actually go through with it! Especially dressed like that… Pute!” he spits while he glares at your dress.

“Hey! Don't call her that because you're fuckin' jealous!” Matthew turns around and snarls at his father.

“Ferme ta merdique gueule petite merde!” <<Shut your fucking face little shit.>>

“Hey don't call him that, you stupid Frog!” you snap at Francis, you knew by experience what “petite merde” was from all the times he’s heard him say it to his son, yet it still pissed you off that he would call his son such a thing.

“Vas te faire encule vieil homme! Ce n'est pas ma faute si tu étais jaloux.” <<Fuck you old man! It's not my fault you were jealous.>>

Now they were both fighting, great, that was just great.

Francis makes an annoyed growling grunt in his throat and waves a dismissive hand at them then turns to walk back to the house office to sulk, perhaps when you get home after your date with Lutz you’ll find Francis in a drunken stupor.

“Hey! You don't see me judging you for the skanks you bring home!”

Matt growls one last time then chugs the rest of his milk, grabs the bag of cookies and leaves the house.

You only sigh and wait outside of the house for Lutz to pick you up. Pretty soon you hear the distinguishing roar of a motorbike along with its familiar rugged looking driver proudly sitting on it; Lutz then parks it right up the driveway.

“I didn't know you drive a motorcycle!”

“Ja, she's my baby.” He grins at you and revs the motor at you.

“I’ve never ridden one before! Shall we go then?”

“Let's. Hop on.” He then hands you an extra helmet which you take and you hop on behind him.

“This is so exciting!”

You hear Lutz chuckle and he kick starts the bike again, “I’m glad you seem so enthused liebe.”

Little did you know, Francis was in one of the upstairs windows watching the both of you and seethes. He then makes a phone call to have you followed until he changes his mind and decides to follow you personally; he didn't trust the Kraut not even an inch.

“Trust me __________, this night will be an experience you won’t soon forget. Now hold onto me tightly!” you do as he recommends as he takes off with a blinding speeding ZOOM down the street.

Lutz had taken you to a German beer hall, it looked a bit rustic to say the least, “The food here is delicious and so is the beer,” he says as he helps you off the back of the bike as well as helps you out of you helmet.

“I’m sorry but I feel a little overdressed...” you smile nervously at the tall German man who looks you over again and making you feel even more nervous than before.

Lutz snorts then offers you his hand like a true gentleman would do, “You're fine liebe, well more than fine, I may have to fight over you but it will be worth it. You are mine tonight, are you not?” he then turns you around to look at how your dress hugs as your body and he whistles low causing you to blush and giggle.

“Oh my…” you say behind your hand, “I suppose I am,”

The two of you enter the bar and sit in a booth over by the far side of the hall, there were billiards and darts as well as an arm wrestling simulator complete with a mechanical arm. Lutz then went ahead and orders two beers, the tankards they came in were huge.

“So what dish do you recommend for dinner here? You said it was good,” you ask just before you take a sip from your tankard of beer.

“Jagerschnitzel[8], it's the best fuckin' thing ever.”

“Alright, let's get it then. I was asked to show you a good time and I mean to fulfill that request.”

“You are quite generous liebe,” he smirks while taking your hand and kisses it, his deep purple eyes stare into your own (y/c) ones which only made you smitten, perhaps it was the beer doing the thinking for you, but you were starting to like this man.

He was very polite, attentive not to mention quite the looker in everything physical; too bad you didn’t meet him before you met Francis….

The moment the young waitress who had serve you the beer came back to take your orders, Lutz turns to you with a genuine smile on his lips and you begin to make small talk. You were actually starting to have a very good time with him, he wasn’t at all what Matt and Francis made him seem to be!

Oblivious that the two of you were being watched, it was Lutz who had taken notice and you suddenly see him smirk right before he pulls you into his arms and nuzzles you rather affectionately. You honestly didn’t know what to say or how to react except that you stiffen in your seat and you feel your heart racing into overdrive while this robust and equally handsome mountain of German man meat held you in such an intimate way.

“What are you doing?” your voice returned to a gentle whisper.

Lutz still smirking pulls away from you, to look into your eyes, “Apologies Liebling,” he ran a fingertip gently down on one side of your cheek then the other, “But I saw a few unscrupulous looking men facing your way, I wanted them to know that you were mine, besides you just look so huggable.”

You feel your face heat up while you bring up a hand to your lips to smother a laugh which bubbled into a nervous little giggle, you almost sounded smitten, Lutz’s smirk grew into a full fledge grin.

As the night progresses you have a much better time with Lutz so much more than you had anticipated, he even went as far as to walk you to the front door as he drops you off.

“You know something; you're not as bad as I heard you were going to be.” You find yourself telling him, Lutz looks amused by your words though slightly taken aback by them as well.

“Well of course not! What have you been told huh? That I am some rugged German beast who enjoys the company of women far too much?”

You laugh and nod your head, “Yeah that sounds about right,” you then look him over with a gentle smile, “Did you have a good time at least?” you meant it sincerely.

“Of course, I always enjoy the company of an interesting woman.”

“I'm very glad, I wouldn’t want to disappoint! If these were normal circumstances I would hope for a phone call tomorrow.” You say and you bite your lip in front of him, you hand on the golden doorknob.

Lutz smirks at you and then slips you a bit of paper with his phone number on it.

“Well then, I guess I'll call you,” you say with a grin and you lean forward to give him a good night kiss on the cheek, which he accepted with a fond smile, “Goodnight.”

“Gute Nacht liebe, sleep well, I know I will.” He then waits until you were inside the house before he drives off in a rush.

“Oh my goodness…” you whisper as you were all smiles while you lean up against the closed door. You then think back on the night you just had before you smile and shake your head as you settle in. You now take off your heels and you start making your way upstairs into your room.

TBC...