EIGHTEEN AND DANGEROUS ON THE FRENCH RIVIERA
By DAVID H. M.
Beautiful and innocent Kim Blake encounters the criminal element in St. Tropez.


Author's note: Please regard copyright restraints regarding these characters.

What eighteen-year old Kim Blake saw when she opened the door to her room
startled her and then made her furious. The tough looking man going through
her belongings while holding a pair of her panties to his face definitely was
not an admirer. Glaring at her, lust tempered the meanness in the man's cruel
eyes.

Kim was accustomed to men and women gazing at her with lust. She was so
stunningly beautiful that it was humanly impossible not to desire her. Kim
stood 5'8" and weighed a shapely 135. She had velvety blond hair and deep blue
eyes. Arduous weeks of lifting weights with a female French body builder named
Claudette had chiseled Kim's limbs and torso to perfection. Her body fat was
less than 10 percent and her smooth, sun-bronzed skin pulled tautly over
well-developed muscles and strong teen girl bones. Kim's measurements were
33C-24-34. Luscious soft nipples, pink and fragrant like rose buds, adorned
firm pert breasts. Sleek legs melded into solid, rounded buttocks and the most
delicious looking shaved pussy imaginable bloomed between her lovely inner
thighs. Her baby-pout lips had a weakening effect on anyone who dared look at
them. In every way Kim owned an overpowering presence.

Just two days ago on a crowded topless beech near St.Tropez a handsome
twenty-five year old Adonis named Gunston became so enamored with Kim that he
threw himself at her feet and begged to be her slave. Amused by his audacity,
Kim agreed to give him a trial. Kim was with three of her girlfriends that
day. She allowed Gunston to sit by her on the sand and to guard her things
while she went into the sea and to go and fill her water bottle. The way
Gunston hovered behind her with his head bowed, told everyone watching that
Kim was a femdom and this handsome male her obedient servant.

When she left to go to the restaurant where she worked by arrangement of her
high school French teacher back home, Gunston carried her blanket and her
bikini top to the car. Kim thought that he was so cute and because he had
taken to training so well, she rewarded him by letting him lick the sand from
her pretty toes.

Kim viewed men as amusing. When it came to intense passion, Kim preferred
girls. She loved the sweet intoxicating flavor of a woman's cunt and she
craved having female lips and a warm soft tongue caress here nipples and
explore her most tender and moist region.

So far, in her young life, Kim had had one male-slave lover, a notorious stud
named Luc, and one female lover, a gorgeous model named Monique who had just
returned to Paris. A boy toy named Marco never quite measured up. Kim was on
the lookout for replacements She needed a handsome male to clean her room, to
do her laundry and her shopping, and she needed a beautiful female for sex.

Gunston worked on some millionaire's yacht. He left for three days and Kim
forgot about him. Last night he returned and woke her from a sound sleep. He
was crying. He begged her to let him stay with her. Something had absolutely
terrified him but a submissive like Gunston scares easily, especially when his
Mistress isn't there to protect them. Kim was too sleepy to listen to his
story but she told him she would let him tell her about it in the morning. She
threw some towels on the floor and made him lie there.

"Be quiet and don't bother me anymore tonight," Kim warned in a stern voice as
she yawned and stretched.

Gunston couldn't pry his eyes from Kim's bare flesh. She knew that he
worshipped

her totally. Kim rubbed herself gently with slender fingers. Her shaved pussy
lips felt soft and smooth. Looking down, the lips gleamed like pink pudding in
the lamplight. Kim could see that Gunston had a massive hard on.

"Can't I sleep with you?" he pleaded.

"Certainly not," Kim told him. She didn't need some frightened, sex crazed
male clinging to her naked body all night. When she awoke Gunston was gone.

The man ransacking her room wore navy blue shorts and a gray muscle shirt. He
might have been six feet and about 200 pounds. He had short dark hair, nicely
cut arms, a flat stomach, and broad shoulders. His face was square and mean
and that look of a gangster excited Kim. She imagined him beating up men and
having his way with the women.

Kim looked sexy and dangerous in black bikini bottoms and a skimpy white T
that barely contained her luscious breasts. She saw this as quite a match up,
a tough gangster type against a gorgeous teen. She put her hands on her curvy
hips. "What are you doing here?"

He jerked the panties away from his face and said in a gruff voice," I'm
looking for Gunston."

"Well, he's not hiding in my panties, you perv. Quit sniffing them."

He dropped the panties on the floor and that infuriated Kim even more.

"Where is he?" the man growled.

"I don't know. Who sent you here?"

His eyes flew by Kim to the door and freedom. "Get out of my way little girl
and I won't hurt you."

That did it for Kim. She sprang into action. Before he could react she
attacked by side kicking him in the solar plexus. A high kick or a punch to
that part of the body is damaging and always stuns the opponent. Unable to
breath, the tough looking man doubled over and groaned. Kim lifted his chin
and saw the agony in his glazed eyes. He reached out feebly to grab her so Kim
slapped him very hard across the mouth. He quickly dropped his hands.

"No more, please," he squealed.

How quickly this fight had ended. Standing over him Kim snarled," Sit down,
little boy, before I really injure you."

He groped for a chair but Kim redirected him by snarling," On the floor where
you belong."

He dropped into a sitting position at her lovely bare feet. Kim pulled the
chair over and sat in front of him with her slim legs spread. He lifted his
eyes and leveled them between her parted thighs. Her puffy pussy peeked out
from under the thin string bikini bottom.

"Handling big tough men like you is a specialty of mine so don't get any
foolish ideas, do you understand?"

"Yes," he groaned.

As he kept staring at her partially exposed pussy she saw a large bulge
forming in his pants. Kim grinned wickedly.

"Say, yes, Mistress Kim."

"Yes, Mistress Kim."

"How old are you and what's your name? "

"I'm thirty eight and my name is Roc."

"That's a real he man name. I like it. Have you ever had a mistress before?"

"No. Never."

"Well, you have one now. So, who sent you here?"

"Mr. LaFarge."

Kim felt hot and sweaty so she stood and removed the top. When the man saw her
bare tits his mouth fell open in awe. Kim plopped into the chair again.

"Why does Mr. Lafarge want Gunston ?"

"I don't know."

"Don't you dare lie to me."

His eyes showed fear. "I'm not lying. Honest I'm not." After a pause he
whimpered,

"Mistress Kim."

Kim didn't believe him but she had grown weary of this game. If Gunston was in
trouble it wasn't her concern. Besides, she decided it best that she didn't
know anything about it, that way she wouldn't be involved. Kim had an idea.
She sauntered to the dresser and rummaged through a drawer until she found a
tube of lipstick that she never used. Kim didn't apply makeup to her perfect
skin. She went back to Roc.

"Push your lips out so I can make you pretty."

Roc obeyed and Kim smeared his lips with red lipstick. Now he looked less
ferocious.

"You may stand."

He got to his feet. Kim gave him a harsh look.

" Pick up the panties you slobbered over."

He reached down and picked up the pair of white cotton panties. Kim moved with
swaying hips to the closet. She grabbed a clean white short-sleeved shirt that
she put on but didn't button.

"I want you to follow me out the door and down the hill to the launder mat.
After you put the panties in the machine I want you to sit on the floor at my
feet while we wait for the wash cycle to complete itself. I want every one
there to know who gives the commands and who takes them."

Kim got an erotic thrill ordering around a rugged man like Roc.

They trooped down the hill in the sunlight with Kim leading. He followed her
orders explicably. After the panties were washed and dried Kim ordered him to
fold them neatly and hand them to her.

All the while that they were there a woman across the room kept watching them.
She was a tall blond in her mid twenties and very beautiful. She had long
legs, slim hips, and nice sized boobs. She wore lime green shorts and a lime
green halter-top.

Kim kept sneaking peeks at the woman. The more Kim looked at her the more Kim
felt herself getting hot and tingly between the thighs. Who was this divine
creature Kim wondered? Who did she belong to? Regardless, Kim decided that she
wanted her.

Kim looked at the pathetic male standing before her. A lot of good his big
muscles and mean demeanor did him against someone as powerful as she.

"Go back to Mr.LaFarge and tell him that you couldn't find Gunston." He
trembled against her stern glare. "And tomorrow, find me and I'll let you know
if I want you. Now go because I've had enough of you for one day."

The man ran through the door. Kim saw that the tall gorgeous blond wore an
astonished expression. Kim sauntered over to her smiling pettily. "When you're
finished with your wash would you like to take a walk with me?"

In a shy breathless voice the blond gushed, "Yes." Inside the halter her
nipples protruded in a telling way and her sweetly shaped lips and savory
looking body filled Kim with yearning.

Her name was Ilga and she had a charming Swedish accent. "I'm a flight
attendant," she told Kim. "I'm staying at a friend's apartment for a few weeks
while he's away."

"Do you love him?"

Ilga shook her head. "That's my problem. I can't seem to fall in love with any
man."

Kim couldn't hold back. She boldly cupped Ilga's face and kissed her lightly
on the lips. Ilga's breath was sweet like peppermint. Ilga kissed back with
fervor, sucking on Kim's tongue. Kim's hands found their way inside Ilga's
halter and squeezed Ilga's lush breasts. Ilga fell back like a swimmer gasping
for air. Her pretty gray-green eyes fluttered. She reached out and covered
Kim's luscious boobs with her hands. Blood surged into Kim's pulsating nubs.
Kim felt soft and rubber legged.

"We had better get somewhere more private," Kim managed to say.

Kim dropped her panties into Ilga's laundry bag, picked up the bag, and took
Ilga's right hand. Holding hands, they walked the few short blocks to where
Ilga was staying.

"I'm twenty-two," Ilga said, squeezing Kim's hand affectionately. "I've never
slept with a girl before. I've always wanted to but I've been afraid."

On the sidewalk Kim stopped abruptly and kissed her. She pressed against Kim
and seemed about to pass out.

Everyone who walked by stared.

Ilga somehow regained control of herself but now Kim felt lightheaded.

"You're so young and so knowledgeable." Ilga said in a low sultry voice.

"I'm learning," Kim sighed. Kim's body swayed.

Ilga caught the change in Kim. "Are you all right, darling?"

"Let's hurry," Kim said.

Ilga seemed alarmed by the way Kim tottered. "Kim, are you all right?"

"I'm fine. I just want you so badly."

Ilga picked up the laundry bag. Going up the steps to the front door she said,
"I'm glad I waited. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in my life."
She seemed to be trembling all over with arousal. Her knees began to buckle.

Kim took the bag from her and let it fall. "Lift your arms," Kim told her.
Ilga did and Kim removed her halter. Ilga's nipples stuck out ripe cherries
and Kim tenderly suckled each one.

Ilga moaned and collapsed to her knees on the steps. She dragged Kim's bikini
bottom away from her legs. "Let me taste your pussy, please," llga begged as
she caressed Kim's supple legs. "I can't sand not to lick your sweetness and
swallow every ounce of it into my body."

Ilga ran her hungry tongue like a wet paintbrush over Kim's slippery pussy
lips making Kim sigh wantonly. Heat roared through Kim's vagina. Kim touched
her own breasts and squeezed her own throbbing nipples.

"Your cunt is so delicious," the woman murmured. "I want to devour you."

A tour van cruising down the hill slowed.

"Let's get inside and into your room," Kim managed to say, "Before we get
arrested."

They stumbled through the front door and hurried up the stairs to the second
floor apartment. They undressed hurriedly and as they embraced Kim felt Ilga
shudder violently against her.

"I love your smell," Kim whispered.

"I want to hold you and never let you go," Ilga responded.

They got into a position on the bed where one could tongue the other. Kim lost
count of all the times she climaxed. They soaked one another with their
juices. Kim never felt so wonderful.

"I think I'm in love with you," Ilga told Kim. "When can I see you again?" Her
voice sounded desperate.

"I'll come back tonight, after I finish work."

They kissed. "I get dizzy just being near you," Ilga said.

Kim felt dizzy too. She tossed her head back and raked her hair with her
fingers. Her breasts began to swell again and new waves of heat seared her
body. She forced herself away from Ilga. She had to hurry or she'd be late for
work.

Gunston came to the restaurant carrying a small canvas gym bag. He had become
such a pest. Kim didn't have time for him but he did deserve thanks for
leading her, in an indirect way, to Igla. .

"You've got to help me," he pleaded.

Kim led him outside and pushed him roughly against the stone wall of the
restaurant.

"Now tell me, what is happening, beginning with where you went when you left
my place last night?"

"I went to the bus station and got half way to Nice before I realized that
there isn't anyplace to run."

"Now, why are running and hiding?"

"Mr. LaFarge steals artifacts, from Greece and from other places, and then
brings them to France to sell to his millionaire friends. I stupidly took a
bag of them and now they're after me."

Kim scowled but her scowl looked more like pout. "I'll go with you to the
police and then I can't be bothered with you anymore."

He looked at her horrified. "Oh no, Kim. There's man who works for Mr. LaFarge
who is very tough. He's been in prison and everything."

Kim wrinkled her lips. "I've already met him."

He gave her an astonished look. "When?"

"It doesn't matter. The police have to know what Lafarge is doing. Are the
artifacts in that bag?"

"Yes."

Kim took the bag from him. "Now they're mine and I'm going to the police,
unless you stop me. Care to try?"

"No, Kim," he bleated. "You'd only hurt me. Is that what you did to Mr.
LaFarge's strong arm man?"

"What do you think?"

"I think that you're the most dangerous person I could possibly know."

That pleased Kim. She took Gunston and the bag of stolen artifacts to the
police and that ended it as far as she was concerned. Next on the agenda for
Kim was Ilga. She used the phone in the police station.

Ilga waited for her on the front steps of her little building.

"Let's take a stroll," Kim suggested. "St.Tropez is very beautiful in the
moonlight."

"So are you," Ilga said, clutching Kim's nearest hand.

Kim smiled and when Ilga kissed her Kim felt her legs bending and felt a
delicious wetness seeping from her vagina. She pulled Ilga into her arms.
"Let's forget about the stroll for now," Kim offered.

The next day, at noon, Kim left her room and skipped down the steps. She felt
exhausted from all the excitement of the past twenty-four hours. All she
wanted to do was jump into her Lancia sport car and go to the beach and relax
for a few hours. Her plans changed swiftly when she spotted Roc loitering by
her car.

"You told me to find you, Remember? Please say you want me."

The poor dear looked so docile. Kim smiled naughtily. "Where's your lipstick?"

Terror filled his eyes. "I'm sorry, Mistress Kim. Please don't send away."

Kim thought it sweet that he wanted to serve her so badly. "Wait here." Kim
climbed the steps and entered her room. She came out with the lipstick and
applied it to his lips.

"From now on wear lipstick when you're with me. And fingernail and toe nail
polish too. She paused to think a bit. "You'd look cute in a skirt. On our way
to the beach I'll get you something feminine wear. What will your friends
think when they see you looking like a sissy?"

He lowered his eyes. "I only care what you think."

Kim smiled. That was the perfect answer. "Why aren't you in jail where you
belong?"

"Mr. LaFarge has connections. The police let all of us go with a warning."

Kim pouted. "Be glad that I'm not the law. All of you would be locked up. Get
into the car." He tripped in his haste to obey.

They stopped at a boutique. Kim led Roc inside. "He needs a woman's swimsuit
and a sexy mini and top."

The young salesgirl took a moment to look at Roc. "He looks so vicious." She
looked at Kim in admiration.

"Before a slave can serve his mistress properly he must lose his old
identity.'

The girl showed Kim a pink one-piece swimsuit. Kim looked at Roc sternly.
"Change into this and hurry. I've wasted enough time with you and I want to
get some sun."

Roc rushed into a changing room.

"He's so obedient," the girl said. Kim took the time to appraise her. She was
about twenty and pretty with short dark hair and a slender boyish figure. She
wore a silver mini. She had small but nicely shaped titties and full succulent
lips. The girl licked those lips gazing at Kim. "But I can see why someone
would want to obey you."

Kim took her hands and pulled her closer. Kim kissed her lips. "You're sweet."
Kim lifted the girl's skirt and fingered her pussy. Her crease became quickly
moist.

Roc came out of the changing room wearing the pink swimsuit. "Wait in the
car," Kim ordered.

Kim led the girl to the back of the store, behind a rack of clothes. Kim
pulled the mini dress free of her shoulders and clear of her slender tanned
legs. Kim squeezed her cute breasts. They were firm yet soft like peeled
tangerines. Kim knelt and licked the girl's hairy pussy and the girl swooned.
Kim left her there, quivering on the floor.

"I'll be back," Kim said.

"When?"

"Tomorrow. My name is Kim, What's yours?"

"Arlette." He brown eyes fluttered. "I can't wait until tomorrow."

Kim drove to the beach. "Don't you dare touch me,' she said to Roc, '"unless I
give you permission, understand?"

"Yes, Mistress Kim." Roc whimpered.

Kim removed her top and plopped her sexy rear on the towel. "Sit at my feet."

Roc dropped into the sand.

"I'm thinking of what animals do to mark their possessions. Do you know what
that is?"

He said," The dominant one pees on the submissive."

"Exactly. When I'm ready we'll complete that part of your initiation." Kim
took a big swig of water. Roc would be a fun toy for her.

Kim stretched out on the blanket, closed her eyes against the bright sunlight,
and smiled gleefully. She had a five-day trip planned to go to romantic Paris
and visit Monique. She had Ilga and Roc and now Arlette here in St.Tropez. She
had three more weeks before she had to go home to America. Life couldn't be
better.

END