Chronicles of Cecile

By Lauren Linton

Set in a future world a little different from the one we know today. Where will it all end? Cecile lives each day hoping that times will change. Until then... 'Life is what you make it' even if each day is a little crazier than the day before. Cecile is an Artist but makes her living working as a high class call girl dealing with rich clients with the more feminine of fetishes. Episode 1

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lauren Linton
• Release date: Sep 10, 2010
• ISBN: 9781452397023

Book preview

Chronicles of Cecile

Episode One

by

Lauren Linton

Copyright Lauren Linton 2010

Smashwords Edition License Notes:

This ebook may only be copied for personal use by the legal purchaser, provided it appears in its entirety without alteration, and the reader is not charged to access it.

The Chronicles of Cecile

Episode One

by Lauren Linton

I could hear the drip, drip, drip of the drainpipe next to my window as the morning rain sent its comforting echoes into my room. I'd become so used to hearing that bloody drainpipe and all the sounds it was capable of making, that I could usually tell what sort of day it was going to be by its pace and rhythm. A rumbling gurgling sound meant it was probably just a shower that would pass and pretty soon the sun would be out again. A cascading torrent usually meant it was going to be hot and steamy all day, in between even more deluges. A steady gentle drip meant it was probably best to turn over and sleep a little longer as the day outside wasn't going to improve very much. My moods seemed to sync themselves to it... Who needs an astrologer when you've got your own private mood forecaster?

And today? Well, today didn't seem much different to me. Some claustrophobic morning rain, then the sun would push its face through into a steamy warm afternoon. Ah well, I hear the country needs it. Can't say I feel the same.

I rolled over and dragged my nightdress back from its tortured state into some sort of comfort zone around my legs, instead of up around my tits.... Owwwe... my breasts were still sore from that stupid bra last night... Why did I even wear a nightdress to bed? I must have been very out of it... can't remember now, Oh that's right, Daniel was here last night, but... Oh yeah, he had to go back to his wife before morning. Hmm, very boring...

I didn't like being his 'madam', but there are so many people who need the money, the world has become even more dominated by control freaks since the wars and since the changes began. I try to help those people the only way I can. This is the only way people like me can keep the funds flowing... In the end. it will all come out. In the end, they'll have to own up to who they are inside, like so many have already. For some, that might be too much to bear, but for people like Daniel, who'd care?

The door to my room opened ever so gently. Excuse me Madam, sorry to disturb you, Mr. Biltworth he wants to know if tonight at 'la Semison' is ok? Cinti asked.

Oh really, Cinti - not now, I don't care. Say perhaps. He gets off on being stood up anyway... now leave me alone! And stop calling me Madam! Ok? How many times have I told you that, Cinti? Ever since you arrived here... I'm not your bloody madam, now let me sleep.... I grumbled in my usual morning voice.

Of course Miss Cecile, I make some breakfast for you. It is ready now. Will you be needing anything else? I open the curtains, yes? Zee rain has almost stopped for now, it will be a lovely day outside I think.

Frustrated, I repeated for what must have been the tenth time, It's Cecile, Cinti. Not Madam Cecile, not Miss Cecile... just Cecile. It's my name and this is my house... Ok, Cecile? I only ever let men call me Madam and only certain men, in any case it should actually be mademoiselle… argg whatever… I paused and turned back to her. "What do you mean the rain has stopped... what time is it?

It will soon be 9:00

9 O'clock? merde! I mumbled as I threw myself out of bed. Oh no! I'm supposed to meet Richard at noon - isn't his car coming for me at 11:30 or something?

Yes miss, I running your bath now, there are some messages on zee kitchen table for you and coffee is brewing.

Oh, thanks sweetie... you're a gem. But next time, wake me up earlier.

For some reason, I was always running late for something. I could never work it out, no matter what I tried to do. The fact that my life was so fractured into so many different parts didn't help. If I didn't have Cinti to help me, it would be impossible. Ever since she came along things began to improve, All this time, I thought I was helping her out of her own life problems!

I dragged my slippers out from under the bed and headed for the bathroom. My mind began to turn to the rest of the day as I stepped into its steaming pond. I hate rushing to get up, a bath should be savored and a woman's skin needs to absorb the richness of the oils and fragrances like