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Part 1
There was the best of sissies. There was the worst of sissies. These two, the loving creations of two mistresses, both striving to prove theirs was superior. You will understand these sissies were modeled only for the pure lust of their owners, so it is with these that my story begins.
Her clients knew her as Madame Brigitte. Some believed she was of royal stock, and certainly those she entertained were the richest Brits, for only they could afford her services. Advertising herself as Escort to the Gentry, she offered her services as a companion to attend the top social events, Royal Ascot, Wimbledon and Henley. The top social functions too, she was seen at them all, and turned down many clients as their pedigree was unsuitable, or their destination not posh enough.
Afterwards, she would sometimes, for an even greater fee, allow herself to be entertained at a top London hotel, but only if she liked you. Men queued up, not literally of course, to be seen with her.
Chapter 1: Brigitte and Suzanne
After some years, the grand escort had made a small fortune and purchased an exclusive house in an exclusive cul-de-sac in a most select area of Surrey's commuter belt.
Sometimes she entertained at home, and it being painfully evident what sort of home she was running, her two neighbors- she only had two- complained to the authorities. That hit the local papers, but the case never reached court as Madame Brigitte promptly bought one of the properties, while the other complainant withdrew, press speculation as to how she had bought him off were very close to the mark.
After ten years Madame Brigitte was very wealthy, though her beauty perhaps ever so slightly tarnished. She was thirty and was longing for fresh sexual fields to conquer. Her fantasies drove her to advertize in a top person's periodical, for a top girl who could basically be her successor. The new girl would have use of her own house, the second home Brigitte owned in the cul-de-sac, as well as a share of the profits. Naturally there was lots of interest, and Brigitte received many inquiries.
But she knew the sort of girl she was looking for. Not exactly like herself, but younger naturally, desirable certainly, and with a lofty ********ur that could keep men at a distance- when necessary. Someone with the same drive and willingness to experiment, bring new ideas to the old old profession, in short beautiful, amoral, and hopefully without Brigitte's own inhibitions.
Suzanne, she knew from the start, was that girl. Aged nineteen, fresh and virginal, yet delightfully forthright and honest. Brigitte loved her long blonde hair, a contrast to her own frizzy auburn. Suzanne's graceful willowy figure was so like Brigitte in her prime, and those deep blue eyes were the opposite to her own dark penetrating brown ones. It was nice that Suzanne, like Brigitte, had a French mother, both shared a frank inquisitiveness about sex, Suzanne eagerly willing to learn from the older women.
The new girl was a hit with the clients that Madame Brigitte allocated to her. From the sounds emanating from her rooms late at night, and the feedback from the enthusiastic men, it was clear she was a huge success.
This didn't make Brigitte jealous, for she accepted she was past her very best, and over the first few months several of Brigitte's best customers were transferred to the new "bombshell." Indeed, this adulation spurred Brigitte on to refine and even desire to improve her own well honed techniques.
The two started to apportion their clients at a weekly meeting, Madame Brigitte gradually handing over the bulk of the workload to her younger partner. As they met one evening in Brigitte's expensively furnished lounge, the suggestion was that it was time for her to take over Johnson as well.
"Who?"
"Oh, he's not our usual, he owns the other house in the close," explained Madame Brigitte, enlightening Suzanne how matters stood.
"Yeah, I'll soon see him off," declared the younger girl confidently.
"Thanks, I'd be grateful, he's no oil painting and I think he's guessed by now I loathe his every touch."
"I mean," elucidated Suzanne, "see him off permanently!"
"What? You don't..."
"Oh don't be silly, no! Look, come and watch me, I've seen him a few times in the close, and I think I know how to handle him."
"Well, it would be a relief, but I don't see how..."
Suzanne put her finger to Madame Brigitte's lips. "Sh, just come and watch."
