THE SCENT OF KIM
BY David H. M.
A gorgeous teen turns the tables on a handsome gigolo.


Author's note - Please respect copyright restraints regarding these
characters.

Eighteen-year old Kim Blake loved St Tropez and the topless beaches that
spread in both directions a few miles from town. Kim always thought it unfair
that in America guys can show off their bare chests but not girls. Kim stood
5'8" and weighed 135. Her breasts were a firm and shapely 33C.

Kim's body matured late and some baby fat still clung to her tummy and the
cheeks of her stunningly beautiful but young-looking face. Kim knew that by
the end of the summer, after taking off ten, or even fifteen pounds, she'd
grow into the sleek young woman she envisioned. Her tawny hair was long and
straight, her eyes blue and seductive.

People often guessed Kim's age to be 15 or 16, especially if she did her hair
in double ponytails, but Kim didn't mind. She had a flawless complexion and
never used makeup because she didn't want to risk damaging her skin to look
older.

Kim was deceptively strong from years of gymnastics, swimming, and soccer. Her
arms and legs, though slim, were well muscled. After being patient for years
about her development, Kim felt grateful now for how her body had finally
turned out.

Kim turned 18 a few days ago, the day after she graduated from high school,
and immediately left for the French Riviera. Her high school French teacher
had arranged for Kim to stay that summer with her cousin Bridget who, with her
husband Francois, owned a busy little restaurant on a hillside in the town
itself overlooking the sea. Kim had her own room above a garage behind the
restaurant. She earned her keep by waitressing for Bridget. Kim spent her free
time taking French lessons or cavorting on the beaches where she hung out with
a gang of girls her age whom Bridget had introduced her to.

On that special, sun bright, June afternoon Kim left her friends as usual at
3:15 and drove back to the town in Bridget's Renault. Kim wore leather
tropeziennes sandals, a daring and revealing black G-string bikini bottom that
highlighted her lovely rounded ass, and a skimpy, sleeveless white T that left
her slim arms, her almost flat belly, and her comely navel exposed. Kim's
young pert nipples poked out proudly against the thin cotton top. Kim liked
being a girl. She liked her curves and her softness. She entered the
restaurant through the kitchen door with the intention of telling Bridget that
she'd begin working as soon as she changed into her waitress dress.

Kim found Bridget sitting on a stool alone in the kitchen. The other help
hadn't arrived yet. Like most French restaurants this one closed from two to
four. The time was 3:45. Kim heard Bridget crying. At first Kim considered
slipping out the door unnoticed, then she decided it best that she comfort her
friend.

"What's wrong, Bridget?" Kim asked, standing over her.

Bridget turned with a start and focused tear-wet eyes on Kim. "I have to tell
someone," Bridget sobbed. Bridget handed Kim an envelope. "Look at these."

There were three colored photos inside the envelope showing Bridget with a man
who wasn't her husband. "One night, when Francois was away, I made a mistake
and now the man in the photos is blackmailing me."

Kim felt sorry for Bridget. Kim knew that Bridget loved her husband. What
Bridget had done was wrong but anyone can make a mistake and Bridget had a
reason. Francois traveled a lot with his job and Bridget got lonely.

"He wants three thousand dollars for the photos," Bridget said. "I know that
it will be only the first payment."

"Let me talk to him," Kim offered.

Bridget rubbed her damp eyes. "But you're only a girl, Kim. My cousin told me
you haven't had any experience with men. She told me that in school you were
so innocent, always wrapped up in studies and in sports."

"Please, Bridget. I want to help you."

"But you're no match for Luc," Bridget insisted. "He's fourteen yours older
than you and bigger and stronger." Bridget sniffled. "He's an accomplished
ladies man. When he was younger he appeared in X-rated movies shot by a film
company in Germany."

Kim had never seen a porn movie. "I'll be all right," Kim said bravely.

"No you won't be, Kim. Luc can be very mean and rough with women when
provoked. He'll have you on your knees crying like a little girl."

"Let me try," Kim insisted more firmly. "I can be mean too."

Bridget relented. "All right, Kim. Someone has to try to make Luc stop. If he
doesn't I'll go mad."

Poor Bridget, Kim thought. Kim was thirsty and hungry but she ate only one
meal a day in the morning and had a salad in the evening after finishing work.
She had that goal of losing weight. She opted for a pint bottle of spring
water from the refrig, gulped it hurriedly, and took off on foot to the
address Bridget had given her for Luc. Kim wasn't sure how she would handle
this man. Hopefully, he would listen to reason and decide to leave Bridget
alone.

Kim had an easy time finding Luc's apartment. The snazzy red sport scar, top
down, that Bridget described was parked out front on the narrow winding
street. Kim rang the bell and heard movement from inside the apartment.

Before long the door flung open and Kim heard a harsh male voice say," It's
about fucking time."

When the man, obviously he was Luc, saw that the female standing in the
doorway wasn't Bridget, he stammered," Oh, I thought you were someone else."

Kim felt an anger building but her scowl looked more like a tough pout. Kim
put her hands on her hips, lifted her shoulders, and appraised Luc.He was
really cute Kim thought and she could understand why Bridget had fallen for
him. He stood a few inches taller than Kim and weighed a few dozen pounds
more. She liked his thin build even though some flab showed in his gut. He had
a thin face, thinning dark hair, dark eyes, and a sneering mouth that could
turn a girl on. He wore aqua blue swim trunks.

Kim could tell that Luc seemed amused with her. He probably figured that this
gorgeous teen that expressed rage with a baby pout would be easy to handle.
Luc toured Kim's shapely body with lewd lusting eyes beginning with her
hairline, passing over her beautiful face, and moving slowly downward, pausing
briefly where the G-string barely covered her pussy, and then to her straight
pretty toes, the nails tinted yellow. His searing eyes warmed her flesh and
took her strength and her breath away. .

"Bridget sent me," Kim told him in a sultry voice that could be intimidating.
Kim noticed that Luc paled a bit. So far so good. "You're blackmailing her,
aren't you?'

Caught off guard by Kim's boldness Luc's eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched.
He was probably thinking, "Who is this insolent young femme?"

Before he formed an answer to Kim's query, Kim snapped," Don't lie to me." Kim
held him in place with her steel blue eyes and crossed here arms over her
breasts in a pose of authority. The stare down lasted for only a few seconds
and Kim won.

Luc muttered, "Yes, I'm blackmailing her." He rubbed his hairless chest.

Kim stood straighter and dropped her arms. "Get out of my way. I'm coming
inside."

Luc kept his stance in the doorway. "Who are you?"

"Did you hear what I just told you to do?"

Kim won again. Reluctantly Luc moved back but not enough that Kim didn't have
to shove him roughly aside with a shoulder. They exchanged glares as Kim
entered the apartment. Even though she had won two small skirmishes Kim knew
that the advantage was still Luc's. She was an 18-year old girl, he a 32-year
old bigger stronger male.

"Won't you at least tell me who you are?"

Kim gave Luc a stern look." All you have to know about me is that Bridget is
my friend." Looking around Kim saw a neatly furnished living room and a
shuttered window that opened to a balcony and a view of the sea.

Again, shoulders back, hands on hips, Kim faced Luc. He had gone from cute to
handsome, definitely a stud. Kim felt quivery and hot in her thighs. "I've
decided that there will be no payment. I want all the photos, now."

Luc's cockiness resurfaced in a brazen way. He assumed a macho pose, chin up,
hands balled into fists. "And I want three grand, you slinky bitch."

Kim took a deep breath as she sprang forward. She slapped Luc hard enough with
her right hand across his mouth that his knees buckled. When he started to
bring his hands up, either to defend himself or to strike her, Kim slapped him
again almost knocking him down. When she raised her hand half way to hit him
again he cringed.

Kim had a theory that most men want to be dominated by a strong-willed woman.
Taking her theory a step further, men especially lusted after and feared
girl's Kim's age. Kim had never tested that theory until now. She spread her
legs slightly and braced herself for an attack on the chance that she might be
wrong. Her heart pounded.

Kim knew a few fighting moves from taking Saturday morning self-defense
classes for girls at a YWCA back home. Early in Kim's senior year, when her
body really began to form womanly curves, a boy, an arrogant football player
whom most of the girls in the school gushed over, put his hands on her jersey
and squeezed her breasts. Kim yelped and asked him to take his hands away.
They were alone in the big gym, where Kim had been shooting basketball, so she
had no one to help her. He laughed at her and squeezed tighter so Kim put him
down and got him in an arm lock. He begged her not to hurt him and not to turn
him in to the principal. Kim thought of a better way to punish him. Before she
released his arm she made him promise to empty her lunch tray in the cafeteria
for a month. She recalled how he shuffled timidly to her table where she sat
with her girlfriends and dutifully awaited her command to take away the tray
with the drink cup, dish, utensils, and napkin.

Luc quietly glared at Kim as he made up his mind what to do. His flashing eyes
burned into her, the intention being to make her wilt. Kim stood taller.

"If you try anything I'll put you down on the floor," Kim threatened. "And
make you stay there, facing the floor." She glared at him just as fiercely as
he glared at her.

Kim recalled Bridget's warning about Luc being rough with women. Before he got
bold, Kim used the palm of her right hand to hit him squarely in the chest.
The blow left an imprint on his skin. He stumbled back. Kim slapped him again
across his mouth. His legs bent. A wet film made his eyes glisten.

Kim studied his handsome face. She thought it a shame if she damaged it with
her slaps. Kim saw no indication of damage so far. "You can't beat me in a
fight," Kim told him. "I'll keep hitting you harder and harder until you
fall."

Kim sensed Luc's courage evaporating. His eyes moistened, his lips trembled,
and his hands opened in supplication. When he whimpered," Please don't," Kim
knew she had him. With very little effort she had turned him from macho to
meek. Kim felt elated.

As Kim inched closer to Luc his shoulders sagged, his damp eyes widened. He
was genuinely afraid of her, which pleased Kim immensely, but she had more to
accomplish than to just frighten him. She had to get all of the compromising
photos he had of him and Bridget.

Kim used slender but strong fingers to pinch his cheeks. She liked his
toothpaste-fresh breath and his musk cologne. From what she'd seen so far Luc
was a special man, a woman's dream.

"Don't ever raise your voice to me or call me a bitch again, do you
understand?"

She squeezed his cheeks tighter, hurting him. He blinked his eyes, blurry with
tears. "Yes," he blubbered. He seemed to shrink in size.

Kim smoothed her palms over the front of her thighs and even that innocuous
movement caused Luc to flinch. "Sit down," Kim ordered and he started to fall
into the sofa.

Kim had another idea. "No," she snarled, her straight white teeth flashing. .

Confused, fearful he had done something wrong and would get physically
reprimanded by her again he stood erect. Kim licked her lips and peered at him
with savage glee. "I'd like to see what there is about you that women find so
appealing. Take off your shorts."

When he hesitated Kim said, "I don't like repeating an order."

Quickly he pulled the shorts free of his legs, nearly tripping in his haste.
Kim found herself gazing down at a nine-inch hard-on that looked fascinating
and dangerous.

It thrilled Kim that she could excite Luc, that she could make him hard. To
arouse a man like Luc enhanced Kim's sexual self worth.

Kim sucked in her breath. She had never seen a penis that long but in truth
Kim hadn't seen many penises of any length. Kim was a good girl and she had a
lot of catching up to do when it came to sex.

"Put your hands behind your back and keep them there," Kim ordered. Gazing at
him, she

put fingers to her lips and bit reflectively into a nail. Her heart seemed
about to burst from her chest. She had to touch that long thick penis of his
even at the risk that it might take control of her.

Kim reached hesitantly forward with an unsteady hand, what was happening was
all new to her, and touched Luc's stiff penis with slender fingers that
quivered with eagerness. Next, she took hold of it and as she fondled him, Luc
made a slight gasping sound. Kim used her other hand to heft the fleshy sac
holding his balls. She liked the weight of it. She realized suddenly that she
was treating him like a plaything, like a toy. Continuing to hold his stiff
penis she let his scrotum fall and slipped that hand inside the tiny patch of
cloth covering her pussy. She began to finger herself tenderly.

Her heart beat wildly at the thought of owning a man like Luc. Kim got immense
pleasure stroking his rod; that is what the boys at school called it. What a
prize Luc's rod was. Kim wanted to keep it forever.

Kim sensed a problem; Luc seemed ready to squirt her with sticky globs of male
goo.

"Don't explode over me or I'll really get angry," Kim warned. If Luc only knew
how hot Kim felt between the legs and how weak kneed. Kim never felt more
vulnerable and all because of that imposing instrument she gripped with such
fervor.

Rather than take charge of her, a frightened Luc grinded his pelvic muscles so
he wouldn't come and tried to pull away but Kim squeezed his penis tighter
with both hands now, holding him in place. With her fingers wrapped securely
around his thick shaft, hard like a rubber handle of a hammer, she felt its
heat and the blood surge in the veins and burn deliciously into her flesh.

Kim felt lightheaded. At any moment she expected to melt into a helpless heap
at Luc's feet. She blinked her eyes rapidly several times and used all of her
resolve to regain her composure. How awful it would be if this nine inch
creature she held caused her to swoon.

What saved Kim was that she remembered why she was there. "Are you going to
quit bothering Bridget?"

"Yes," he moaned.

"How many photos are there."

"There are only the three I gave her."

Kim suspected that he lied. She began bending his hard penis downward. "Don't
lie to me or I'll break this thing of yours like a pretzel stick."

All the while Luc made sure to keep his hands behind his back. "Don't hurt me,
please," he whined, "I'm telling the truth."

Possibly, but Kim had to be certain. "I want you on your knees."

Kim released her grip on Luc's cock and let him sink to his knees in front of
her. Now she would have to turn up the pressure. She had seen and held his
weapon and had not been subdued by it. Now she would show him what she had and
find out if she had enough to totally control him, otherwise she would never
know if there were more photos.

Kim lifted her slender arms and removed the T showing him her plump breasts,
her luscious puckered nipples. His eyes rolled in their sockets from the
thrill. Next, Kim kicked off the sandals and pulled the G-string clear of her
long tanned legs.

Now he had in front of him a prize any man should want, a succulent young girl
naked.

"I want all of the photos." Kim told him.

In a trembling voice he said," There are no more." He kept his eyes level with
Kim's shaved pussy lips.

Kim backed up, infuriated that he could be so obstinate. "Follow me into the
bathroom but on your hands and knees where you belong. I have to pee."

He crawled after her and caught her at the toilet. On his knees in front of
her he watched and listened as Kim urinated. When she had finished she flushed
the toilet so that he wouldn't use it as a kinky watering hole. Kim stood in
front of him and rubbed the beads of moisture glistening on her pussy. "I
suppose you want to do this, with your tongue."

"Yes. Please," he squeaked in a thirsty desperate voice.

"No chance, you worm. You won't ever use your tongue on me."

Kim slipped by him, being sure to rub his face with her smooth bare rump,
being sure to give him a whiff of her delectable girl smell. When his hands
started to reach out Kim grabbed his hair and twisted his head back. "Don't
you dare touch me, unless I want you to, which I doubt ever will happen.
Understand?"

"Yes," he bleated.

"You belong to me. I don't belong to you."

Kim wheeled around so her back faced him. She bent forward showing him her
voluptuous bare behind. She spread her legs wider giving him the most
spectacular view on the Riviera. "I bet you would like a sample of what you
see."

"Yes," he panted with hungry longing.

"I bet you would give anything to taste my pussy."

"Yes. Anything."

Kim ran fingertips through the smooth crease in her ass, over her anus, over
her pink pussy lips. Luc's head lolled. He made a sound like a stifled wail.

Kim turned slowly. "Where are the rest of the photos?"

His eyes were fixed between her legs. "In my bedroom. In the dresser."

Kim examined him. Anguish twisted his handsome features. Whatever his
condition he brought it on himself by blackmailing Bridget. If her naked body
caused him that much turmoil he should have shut his eyes.

Kim hurried into the bedroom and searched the dresser, throwing clothes on the
floor in her haste. She found a brown envelope holding half a dozen photos of
Luc and Bridget.

She found five other envelopes of Luc with different attractive women. Kim
felt a strange twinge of jealousy. While she was in high school, being
innocent, studying, playing soccer, acting in school plays, Luc was making
love to some of the prettiest and wealthiest women in the world. How far she
had traveled and not in miles.

Kim took all the envelopes. She felt confident that she had all the photos of
Luc and Bridget and sure that she had done damage to his lucrative and immoral
racket.

Kim peeked at him kneeling so obediently on the bathroom floor. Amazingly he
was still hard. He must be thinking of her every moment. His submissiveness
turned her on more than anything else about him. If Kim had her way his days
as a womanizer were over. What Luc needed, whether he knew it or not, was for
a girl to discipline and train him. Kim knew just the girl for the job.

Kim couldn't imagine there being a more despicable or more desirable man than
Luc. Kim wanted him all to herself, not for sex, she would continue being a
good girl, but for amusement.

Kim fell on the bed and rolled on the cool sheets. She felt exhilarated by her
achievement. She grabbed the pillow and rubbed it between her lush thighs. Her
limbs quaked and she felt a savory wetness as the orgasm built and played
itself out. Kim wiped herself dry with the pillow. Luc would have her girl
scent to remember her by.

Kim strode confidently into the living room, passing the bathroom enroute. Luc
remained on his knees on the bathroom floor. Kim studied his hurt expression
but felt no compassion for him. No telling how much misery he had caused all
the women he had bedded and blackmailed. Now it was payback time. He deserved
running into a girl like her. He deserved any agony she might cause him. Every
man has a mistress out there somewhere, waiting to claim him.

"You can stand now."

He pulled himself to his feet, his stiff penis sticking out like a club.

"Come in here and stand in front of me."

He obeyed.

"Have you ever had a femdom before?"

"Never. Women have always done what I wanted."

"Times have changed for you," Kim said. "I have all sorts of little jobs to
keep you occupied this summer so you won't have time for blackmailing." She
caught him gazing longingly at her bare boobs. "I hate shopping for girl
things like beauty cream and toe nail polish and feminine razors. Won't you
look sweet coming down the isle with those items in your shopping cart. And
won't you sound sweet asking the sales girl, 'Where are the pantyshields?'
Everyone in the store will know that you are the possession of some girl. And
when those same people see us together weaving through the crowds in the Old
Port, passing the quai-side cafes, you a step behind me, head bowed, not
daring to look anywhere but at the roll of my ass cheeks, it all will be
clear." Kim had to pause to catch her breath. "And I hate washing clothes.
I'll bring you a laundry bag two or three times a week. Do you own an iron?"

"No."

"Well get one. I like my underwear pressed. And don't think I tolerate sloppy
work."

He made a swallowing sound.

Kim ran her palms over her bare tits making her nipples tingle. "And I want
the keys to your cute little car. From now on you can walk where you have to
go. Or I'll take you."

The only resistance she detected was that his lips curled.

"Don't give me that look. It's spiteful. Look at me like you are glad I am
taking an interest in you."

Luc forced a pathetic smile.

Kim reached back feeling for a chair. She sat and crossed her legs. "Kneel on
the floor at my feet. It is a position you will get used to."

Luc eased down into a kneeling position.

"I have a feeling that your friends are as rough and as rude as you are. Am I
right?"

He nodded his head docilely. Kim grinned. His handsome face enthralled her,
made her shiver. "Are they criminals?"

"Some are."

"From now on I forbid you to have any contact with those people."

When he lowered his eyes Kim extended a foot and used her toes to lift his
chin. "I think you know what I am capable of doing if you disobey me."

"I know."

She lowered her foot. "Good. I'm hungry. Do you have any fruit?"

"Pears and oranges."

"Peel me an orange and be quick doing it."

She watched him spring to his feet and rush into the kitchen. She heard the
refrigerator door open and close. Momentarily he returned with a peeled orange
on a dish. She liked the snug way his pouch with his testicles inside hugged
the under part of his stiff love tool. His naked body fascinated her. He was
the perfect toy for a girl. He resumed his kneeling position.

Kim broke off a piece of orange and bit into it. Some juice spurted onto her
left breast. Kim rubbed the juice into her skin with a finger, and then spit
an orange pit into the dish. All the while Luc gazed at her in awe. He seemed
fascinated with everything she did, with every breath she took. It made Kim
giddy knowing he worshipped her that way.

Languidly Kim fell back into the soft cushions of the chair, her legs spread.
Her eyes began to close. She wanted to fall asleep and then suddenly she
remembered that Bridget would be busy now and would need her to help with the
tables. Kim handed Luc the dish and the half eaten orange.

"Take this into the kitchen. I don't have time to finish it."

He got to his feet and followed her orders, returned, and took his spot on the
floor.

"You like being bossed around by me, don't you?"

"Yes."

"If you don't, say so, and I'll leave."

His look became hysterical. "No. I want you to stay."

Kim rubbed herself between her legs and got a thrill when his eyes followed
her fingers.

She couldn't think of any man she had ever seen better looking than Luc.

Kim stood. "So much for your first lesson. Now, where are the car keys?"

Luc's body shook. Kim knew why. Her bare pussy was inches from his mouth, so
close that he could smell it. Luc inhaled deeply a tantalizing odor akin to
sun baked honey and sea kelp. He gestured with a nod of his head to a table by
the window.

"You may stand."

Luc seemed dazed. He rose dizzily.

Feeling bored suddenly, Kim yawned and stretched her arms, her breasts lifting
and bouncing. "For every little job you do for me I'll expect to be paid.
That's a twist isn't it, paying a girl to do jobs for her. Paying a girl to be
her slave."

Kim waited for a reaction. He gave her a pitiful expression, and then he
remembered to force a smile. .

"Don't ever expect to touch me or put your mouth on me. That will be your
punishment for mistreating nice women like Bridget."

Luc rocked back on his heels.

"Just hope that I don't tire of you because then you won't even have me to
look at."

Kim liked it when she saw apprehension flood his eyes. She couldn't believe
the power she could exert over a man. Why didn't he at least try tacitly to
fight back? The reason had to be that he obviously needed to be dominated as
much as Kim needed to dominate. Still, the force of this erotic encounter
shook Kim who was young and feeling her way in the sexual arena. Female versus
male, and what an opponent Kim had chosen. Kim had every intention of being
the winner.

"Why don't' you try to stop me from acting this way with you?" Kim pressed.
"Isn't it humiliating, degrading is a more accurate word, to be treated like
I'm treating you. I'm just a 135-pound girl ten days out of high school.
You're a big strong grown man. Why don't you attempt to overpower me and suck
my nipples, lick my pussy. That's what you crave most in the world, isn't that
true?"

"Yes," he groaned.

"Then be a man. Aren't men supposed to be superior and take what they want
from women?"

Kim knew the risks of waving a flag like that but she had to gauge her power.
Kim couldn't imagine anything being more thrilling than female-male warfare.
Kim trembled all over from excitement. She had never felt this wicked. She ran
her fingers through her

long hair. She felt like a cat playing with a lighted stick of dynamite. At
any time Luc might explode and destroy her.

"Give me the reason why you don't try to take control of me," Kim demanded.

"I'm afraid," he whimpered. "Afraid I might make you not want me anymore."

Kim's heart lurched. When she patted his cheek he flinched. "A smart answer,"
she told him. "A very smart answer."

Kim strolled to the table by the window to get the car keys. "I want the tapes
of those dirty movies you made in Germany. It's disgusting that you would do
something like that."

Luc's eyes became wide startled ovals. "I don't have them."

Kim rested her backside against the windowsill and crossed her arms. "Don't
play games with me. By now you should realize that I'm not like any female
you've ever known. If I search this apartment and find those tapes I'll really
punish you."

As Kim approached Luc he cowered. Kim squatted next to him, took his chin, and
turned his face so that their eyes locked. "I'll put you face down on the bed
and use one of your leather belts to decorate your rump."

"Please believe me." On his knees, Luc began to cry like a little girl. "I
don't have them."

Kim didn't do anything to comfort him. She straightened, stepped into the G-
string, and then gathered up the rest of her belongings, white T, sandals, the
envelopes, and the car keys.

"And one more thing," Kim said. "I expect you to stay home in case I call, in
case I need you for something. Don't you dare leave this apartment without my
permission."

"I won't."

"If your friends phone tell them that the girl who owns you forbids you to do
anything without her consent." Kim licked her sun burnt lips. "Be careful to
say, 'the girl who owns you.' Never say, 'my mistress.' I am not yours and
never will be; you are mine until I discard you as I would a soiled tampon."

"I'll tell them." He sighed heavily. "When will I see you again?"

"When I have time for you. All you need do is stay here and wait."

"Please," he whined. "Don't leave me."

He looked so pathetic that Kim almost felt sorry for him. Her eyes softened
and she began to smile, then she remembered Bridget crying bitterly because of
what he had done to her. The beginnings of her smile turned into her tough
baby pout of a scowl.

"It's impossible for me to show you any kindness." Kim sneered. "You haven't
done anything in your life that I approve of."

In a shaking voice, Luc pleaded," Let me show how sorry I am for making you
angry."

"How?" Kim demanded. .

"Let me move closer to you. Please," he stammered.

Kim parted her lips with the tip of her tongue as she considered his request.
"All right."

Luc crawled to her.

"What are you going to do?"

He reached out to embrace her slender ankles. "Kiss your beautiful toes."

No," Kim snapped. "Don't touch me."

He pulled his hands back as if he'd been shocked.

"If I thought you were deserving," Kim said, "I'd let you lick the beach sand
from the pores of my feet, but you're not deserving and probably never will
be. Think about that."

He groveled before Kim but he didn't dare touch her body with his fingers or
with his lips or with his tongue. He simply gazed longingly at her toes, at
the tanned skin, at the yellow lacquered toenails, and could only imagine her
delicious taste.

Kim spun away from him. With every cell in her body sizzling from her triumph,
a near nude Kim hurried to the car. Luc, as exciting a man as she could ever
find, belonged to her completely. What could be more wonderful than being a
woman? Her summer on the French Riviera had taken a terrific turn.

END