Madeleine

MADELEINE AND SOPHIE

A Fictional Saga of Unusual Occurrences

By Izzy Ess of Cleavage-ness

Madeleine was beside herself.  Her doctor said three of her hormone systems were way off centre and she had some moods that were ferocious and compelling, soothing and disheartening, seemingly, all at once.  Her thyroid hormones needed regulation.  Her adult diabetes mellitus was uncontrolled, both hyper- and hypoglycemia.  On top of everything her sex hormones were just involuting and she had no energy, no sex drive and no ambition to do anything.  Her husband and her family were also quite affected by her rapidly changing moods and they mainly kept away from her.  She was just as likely to smile and be quite friendly as she was to growl at someone with such fury and such anger as to frighten them away.  My observation was that she was rapidly decompensating, like a whirlwind nervous breakdown or a rapid cycling mood disorder, sometimes part of Bipolar Affective Disorder, the erstwhile Manic-Depressive Affective Disorder.  I worked with Madeleine Monroe.  She was my immediate superior in a small company which managed rental properties.

One morning, early, before anyone else arrived, I found her naked in my swivel chair, her thighs wide open and her breasts uplifted for my attention.  I took one nipple in my mouth and licked her ample breast and big brown erecting nipple ‘til she started moaning.  She took my hand and put it on her lower lips and tiny wee-wee and she rubbed my hand on her equipment which made her moan and squeal and have a series of delightfully expressed orgasms.  Then, she unzipped my fly and fished out my erection and fondled it.  Suddenly, she threw back my erection just as if it was infested with some infectious agent.  She pulled my hand away and pulled her nipple from my lips.  She screamed that I was trying to rape her, and that I was trying to take advantage of a helpless woman.  She escaped from my cubicle and returned in a few moments, dressed in her usual conservative neat business suit which covered all her body parts from way above her voice box to way below her knees.  She kicked me with a pointed shoe and struck me squarely in my shin, which caused a lot of pain.  Then, she said, “You BASTARD!  Don’t you EVER do THAT, to me, again!  Don’t talk to me, unless I talk to you!  I AM your boss, and don’t YOU forget it!”  She stomped away while other of my co-workers filtered in to take their tiny cubicle positions and to start the work day with their usual efficiency.  Nothing more was ever said about the incident.

I had always liked Ms. Madeleine.  She was heretofore quite stable, helpful and complimentary to me.  She’d sometimes brushed her breasts against my shoulder when she’d helped me figure something out.  She’d sometimes given me a pat on my derriere just like a coach would pat the derriere of his quarterback to get him hustling back on the football turf.  Sometimes, I had noticed that her nipples were erect when she would wear a tight sweater without a line that showed some underwear was there.  I sometimes thought she had a sexual thing for me, a younger man who was a little lower in the business pecking order.  I even entertained the notion that we would run off somewhere secret and we would just jump in bed and have a ball.  I never mentioned anything to her about my fantasies.  And, of course, if she had fantasies about me, she never mentioned anything to me.  I got excited one day when we were both planning to attend a business conference in Dallas for a week, when she seemed to be hinting that we would have adjoining rooms.  However, she quickly squelched any notions that I had about some sordid sex affair, by mentioning her husband would be visiting the Hotel Defoe in Dallas where the conference was being held and where we had reserved two adjacent rooms.

Throughout the Dallas conference, she seemed much sexier than usual.  Her clothes were elegant and did reveal a lot of cleavage and her skirts were slit up to her hips.  When she took a giant step toward me,  you could see her thigh and her dark groin, apparently without a stitch of underwear,  I fought my rising level of excitement and continuously had a hard on for her but she never indicated it was OK to feel her up or lead her to a private place for sex.  Au contraire, she seemed to give me messages that she was completely ready to lie down and do it with me along with “Don’t you even dare to think about it.  I only do my husband and he’s waiting in my room for me this evening and each evening of the conference!  So, there!”  I hid my hard erection best I could but she did look down at my crotch and smile, at times, as if to say, “Too bad for you!  I’m taken by another man and you will never get a chance to fuck me, ever!”  I found another willing secretary at the large hotel who went for me and it was certainly distracting.  I admit that Madeleine had all the trump cards in her hand and was only going to let me win a hand or two if some miraculous lightning would strike somewhere.

On the Friday of the last of the big conference, Ms. Madeleine’s big handsome husband came to me and told me that my boss would like to see me after supper, after he had left to go back home.  I was confused but nonetheless complied with my own boss’s message from her husband.  After supper, I knocked on her door and Madeleine was there completely nude and smiling broadly.  She pulled me into her big room and locked the door behind me.  Then she led me to the sudsy bubble bath and got my clothes all off.  We bathed together with a soapy sponge that was so warm and sexy.  She used the sponge to clean my penis thoroughly and get my penis very hard and throbbing.  She leaned me back against the soothing jets of water and she mounted me so tenderly.  She slipped my penis into her and just relaxed while the jets messaged us.  Then she started kissing me and holding me quite tightly, as she rocked her hips and got some real good action with her honeypot and my erection.  In several minutes, the both of use exploded and we screamed and gasped for air.  Without removing my soft penis, she just held my balls so tenderly that my erection did come back and was some longer and some wider as I felt it snake into her depths.  She started rocking, lubricating and softly moaning and we both exploded, once again.  Anon, she started rocking, once again, and then she stopped.  A puzzled look came over her and she declared, “You’re NOT my husband!  Now, get out of here immediately or I’ll call the cops.  You’ve raped me and I’ll never trust you with my body.  YOU BASTARD!  How did you manage to pull the wool down over both my eyes?  Are you a sorcerer?  GET OUT!”

Madeleine just pushed me very hard against the faucet right behind my head.  It hurt me greatly and I lost all interest in having sex with her.  I leapt to get outside the tub and just grabbed my clothes and ran.  Out in the hall there was a chambermaid who saw me dripping wet and bleeding.  She asked if I was injured and I checked my bleeding head.  The chambermaid checked my head and said it was just a little blood from a little scratch.  She wiped the blood off with a tissue and showed me and then she led me to an empty room and used a hand towel and cold water to stop the bleeding and get all the blood out of my hair.  Then she helped me get my clothes on and took me to my room.  She hugged me lovingly and asked if I would want to call Security?  I declined and she just smiled and got me into bed.  She said that she was working through the night and that she would come by to check me, if I liked.  I did say yes and took a lengthy shower to refresh myself.  Then I donned the hotel’s terrycloth soft robe and lay down upon the bed.  Before I fell asleep, I called room service and I ordered some champagne and caviar.  Apparently, I slept through the delivery of a rolling tray with an ice bucket for the bubbly and a try of crackers for the caviar.  I was awoken by the lovely chambermaid who grabbed my strong erection and was massaging it.  She’d taken off her uniform and was quite naked as she nursed me back to health.  She looked at me and smiled and said, “I’m on a break.  I have about another twenty minutes before I need to check in at the desk.  May I stay here?”  I said, of course, and moved over on the bed to let her lie beside me.  She still had hold of my erection and she lay her head upon my chest.  I put my arm around her shoulder and held her ample breast.  She lifted up her head and smiled and asked, “May I massage your penis deep inside of me?”  I nodded, “Yes, you may, my dear.  Please introduce yourself.”  “Pierre, my name is Sophie Mae McGill.  I come from Montreal.  My mother said there would be days like this and I’ve looked forward to fulfilling all my fantasies.  May I do one of those big fantasies, right now?”  I said, “Of course, you may, my Sophie, dear.”  She turned to get up on her knees and face away from me.  She put her pretty derriere right down upon my peinis and she settled down.  I felt myself get into her insides and she felt it, too.  She gently lifted up and down until I felt a wave of pleasure go right through me.  We both exploded with a super orgasm, eh?  She turned her head to me and said, “I thank you most sincerely, my Pierre, my love.  It’s almost time for me to go.  Would you appreciate my coming back when my work shift is done.”  I nodded, “Yes!” and she got up and put on her uniform, and looked quite proper, then.  She smiled and kissed me and she said, “You’re wonderful!” and left.  She pulled the door shut and I heard the lock click in.

My new friend Sophie spent the weekend with me.  She had the weekend off and didn’t have to check in with the concierge.  She came on Saturday, all day, dressed smartly in designer jeans, a woolly tight homemade knitted sweater and spikes that made her taller.  She had her hair in a French bun, initially, and took it down for me.  Her hair was pretty in brunette and lengthy down to her derriere.  She looked so lovely dressed or naked.  She liked me quite a bit and lovingly caressed me all the time.  We watched some sexy cable movies sometimes and we ordered food from room service plus champagne.  I had to fly home Sunday night and she drove me to the big Dallas Airport and dropped me off.  She said, she would appreciate a call or two when I get home to let her know that I was safe.  She gave me her home phone number and I gave her mine.

Ms. Sophie met with me in Dallas, the next month.  We stayed together happily for a long weekend.  Two weeks later she arranged a trip to Columbus, Ohio, and I flew down from Hamilton, Ontario.  We stayed together one whole week and had a ball, in bed and out of bed.  We enjoyed the local hockey games and several café-restaurants.  We also walked a lot around Columbus, a University based town.  She hinted that it would be nice if we lived closer and she offered to move in with me until she found a place.  She said she did like Canada and Hamilton and its proximity to the great Niagara Falls.  I thought it would be great, if she just moved in with me and just stayed.  I said I loved her.  I said we had a chance to be a couple for a long time, if we were as great together as all indications did suggest.  She did agree.  She said, she loved me, too.

There was no adjustment needed to my condominium to move Ms. Sophie and her tiny wardrobe into it.  Of course she needed some room in the bathroom for her make-up stuff, but there was really very little that did take up major space.  Half a dresser drawer was all she needed and half a single closet did suffice.  Her adjustment to my place and to my presence was as smooth a process as could be.  Of course, it helped that we did love each other and agreed almost immediately on every little detail when it did come up, like whether she should put her toothbrush next to mine or in a separate toothbrush dish.  We finally compromised, easily, by just throwing both toothbrushes in a tiny dish and using any toothbrush that we happened to pick up in the morning and the evening.  In the mornings, it was great to have her prance around the condo in no clothing and to have her kiss and hug me when we brushed against each other; and, we brushed against each other frequently.  In the evenings, she was wonderful to have around for listening to music, watching DVDs, cuddling on the couch and slowly getting off our daytime clothes for better views and better opportunities for feeling our private parts with laughter and much giggling.  It felt like one great big and lengthy honeymoon that never seemed to have an ending.

Sophie had used my name and my address for her immigration papers and signed a statement that she had the funds and I had the funds to maintain her health and safety until she obtained a permanent job, with benefits and a living salary.  Her experience in Dallas got her situated in the Royal George Hotel downtown.  Within a month she was promoted to a supervisory position as the head of chambermaids for all the floors between the second, mezzanine, and penthouses on the 22^nd floor.  The first floor had a separate team of chambermaids and the penthouses often were accommodating to the “ladies-in-waiting” that accompanied the very rich or even royalty.  Her salary was quite substantial and together we were able to afford some high priced tickets to some concerts in the Cobb’s and other entertainment venues and trips to downtown theatre districts of Toronto and Niagara Falls.  We were also able to squirrel away some funds for rainy days.  Ms. Sophie had some expertise with banking and personal accounting that she’d learned in high school.  It was easy to be a partner to this lovely, talented and very sexy woman.  She was wonderful, in every way.  My love for her was deepening and I believed the same was happening to her.  I felt happier than I had ever felt in my entire life.

At the office, I managed to keep out of Madeleine’s way when she was on a tear or when she seemed to be very reasonable.  From day to day, nay, hour to hour, her moods were continuously very challenging for me and all the others hiding in their cubicles.  Inasmuch as I held the job of being her chief “GOTO” and “GOPHER” this was hard to do.  However, I do admit that there were days that she was very pleasant and accommodating and on those days, my mind would flash back to the sudsy tub in her hotel room before she injured me.  Memories of the pain and injury would come flashing back whenever she was in a fury.  However, it was easy to reduce the outrage at my being injured by a naked woman, when the memories of meeting Sophie would come to the fore and make me mellow, instantly.

Ms. Sophie and I got hitched in a small civil ceremony at Hamilton’s City Hall.  The office staff threw us a small party and Sophie would be meeting Madeleine, essentially for the first time.  I was also going to see the bruiser husband whom I’d seen in Dallas once before.  There were two surprises that got me thinking all was not exactly what it seemed.  Firstly, Madeleine introduced me to a man she called her husband of neigh these twenty happy years and it was not the bruiser I remembered.  Mr. Madeleine was short and stocky, balding and obsequious.  He had none of the commanding presence of the man that gave me the message to go to Madeleine on business that fateful Friday night, after supper.  Secondly, my Sophie and my Madeleine and her Jules Henri were almost chummy, instantly.  I spotted the three of them conspiring in a corner of the office several times and kept on wondering what they were up to.  I asked my Sophie, innocently, to be sure, “Whatever are you up to?”  Sophie smiled and said, “Oh, nothing darling.  We just hit it off and had a lot to talk about since Madeleine and I are now the rivals for your attention.  You know?  The psychologists would have dubbed your Madeleine as your ‘office wife,’ where I would be your ‘condo partner,’ eh?  She and I are just discussing how to get around you when you get so child-like, cutesy and manipulative and want to have some sex when I am busy doing housework or cutting my toenails.”  She smiled and laughed when she saw my startled reaction and then said, “I’m just kidding my adorable Pierre.  She is a nice woman and has her hormone problems to contend with now and then.  And she seems to know you well.  Perhaps we could invite her and her husband, who’s also nice, to come for dinner one evening, eh?  Jules Henri tells the funniest of stories about the adventures he and Madeleine have had throughout their loving relationship which goes back to their high school days.  Whaddya say, my darling Pierre?”  I was somewhat dumbfounded but I tried to hide my true emotions until I could sort out what was happening with my two “wives.”  So I just nodded agreement and said, “Sounds like fun, my darling Sophie.”  I couldn’t begin to anticipate what was going down.

The evening of the Ides of January, it was Friday night.  I had left work early, with Madeleine’s permission to help my wife prepare a spread for Madeleine and Henri, Jules, who were scheduled to come for the evening at sevenish.  My wife was flitting everywhere, just cleaning up and making pretty all the pictures on the walls and all the carpets on the floor.  She had just purchased an expensive wall adornment that appeared to be a flock of gulls in flight.  It was a burnished bronze and was a striking sculpture for the big wall in the living room.  She’d also purchased two large reproductions of the famous Klimt prints, “The Embrace” and “The Kiss.”  Each was enhanced by real gold leaf accentuations in the great kimonos that the couple in the pair of prints was wearing.  These Gustav Klimt impressionistic prints are hanging everywhere especially in Austria, Vienna, where the artist had been working when he was becoming famous.  “Nice touches, Sophie darling!  Do those art works break our bank, or what?”  Sophie smiled and said, “No, my darling, my Pierre, I paid for them with the secret slush fund that I’ve kept from you for just such an auspicious occasion.”  I got suspicious that there was something interesting, afoot, but I knew enough not to grill my darling Sophie since she would have told me if she wanted to.  So I assumed there was not anything real special going on, or there was something going on which could possible ring my bell.  I put on my old football helmet and made some jokes about my never knowing when someone might throw at me a curve, seriously calculating that I had prevented a possible head injury.  I had flashbacks to the first Friday that I’d met my darling Sophie and my bleeding head that brought us both together.

As 7:00 did approach, I sensed that Sophie was a little tighter than she was before and was imbibing more of the Chianti than I would have guessed she drank.  At exactly  sevenish, the chime announced our guests, Ms. Madeleine and husband.  Madeleine was stunning in her full-length simulated Russian sable and Henri Jules had been miraculously converted back to the big bruiser I had met in Dallas.  Sophie seemed to expect the switcheroo as if she knew it would happen.  I closed and locked my condo door and asked for the Russian sable coat.  Madeleine smiled mysteriously and removed her coat to reveal that she was naked.  Then my Sophie slipped off her slender little dress and she was naked.  So what were we to do?  I stripped and so did the new improved Jules Henri.  Jules Henri could have been a famous body builder.  He had muscles that I’d never seen before.  Ms. Madeleine and he were stunning as a couple, standing naked side by side and smiling broadly.  Sophie snapped a picture with a Polaroid.  It was a stunning snap shot.

Sophie seated Madeleine and Jules Henri on opposite sides of our dining room table and nodded to me to start pouring wine and offering some crackers and cheese and bits of anchovies and shrimp.  I was ready to do the serving when I noticed Sophie sneaking up behind Ms. Madeleine, like someone who would cover someone’s eyes for a surprise.  I couldn’t see what Sophie had behind her back.  It was a fireman’s axe she must have gotten from the hallway case that had an axe and hose for use in case of fire.  Sophie swung the axe with confidence and cleaved Ms. Madeleine in half from atop her head to half-way down her spine.  She must have died an instant death as Jules Henri and I looked on with horror.  Jules Henri fainted at the sight.  My Sophie nodded to me and wiped off the handle and placed it in the hands of Jules Henri and calmly called the cops.  I was still dumbfounded and frozen naked in my chair.  My Sophie kissed me tenderly and put her finger up to her broad lips to keep me silent.  The police arrived in just five minutes and assessed the situation.  Sophie was just sobbing as she told the story of the evening.  She sobbed authentically with huge tears and said, “The four of us were just beginning an exciting evening of sex and fun when Jules Henri ran out to the hall and grabbed this axe and cleaved his wife in half!  Apparently, he planned it for he had the axe prepared as he came in and hid it from our view.  Is that what you saw, my Pierre?”  I nodded, still dumbfounded and the cops took notes.  I tried to sob like Sophie but did not do a convincing job, I thought, but Sophie did say later that I was perfect.  The Coroner was called and EMTs who took a lot of pictures, including those of myself and Sophie.  Sophie offered her good Polaroid photo of the hapless couple, which was just confiscated by the cops and Coroner.  The Hamilton CSI team was called and five nice people came at once and asked us to repeat our simple story, which we did, convincingly.  The Coroner requested that we stay in town for the big inquest which would be held a few days after the post-mortem full examination.  We said, of course.  Our cell phones were removed and would have had the messages that we had left for Madeleine and her bad husband.

Jules Henri started waking up and he was horrified at his cleaved wife.  He dropped the axe immediately and he said, “What happened?  I don’t remember anything!”  Blood toxicology was drawn from all of us, including Madeleine.  Blood alcohol was also checked.  The CSI investigators took a bunch of pictures including the naked quartette of Madeleine, Jules Henri, Sophie and myself.  They noted that the lasagna dinner was still cooking and that the wine bottle was only half full.  Madeleine’s remains were place in a pine coffin and it was removed for autopsy.  Jules Henri was allowed to get his clothes on and was handcuffed and arrested formally for the murder of his wife.  We were warned again to not leave town and be available for testimony at the formal inquest for which they’d ensure that we were there.  They said we could get dressed and just relax when everybody left.  All statements had been taken and the notes were signed by both Sophie and I.  Our witness reports had been formalized and we signed them with some witnesses.

When everyone had left, my Sophie laughed out loud.  “Oh, Pierre, you look a fright!  Come lie with me and I shall show you my appreciation for a job well done!”  My Sophie took me by the hand and led me to the bedroom.  She undressed me and lay down with me.  She took off her clothes, again and cuddled with me, tenderly.  She kissed just every part of me and took my flaccid penis in her mouth and got it good and hard.  Then she turned her back to me and put her derriere right on my manhood and she slide it deep inside of her.  Then she wiggled and she squirmed and was successful in achieving many orgasms and getting me to just explode inside of her.  She disengaged and faced me, kissing me again all over and got me all excited, once again.  She laughed and squealed with such delight that I was mesmerized by her and felt some sexy feelings that were great.  She took me in her mouth and I gave her a mouthful which she swallowed with a relish and a super smile.  I fell asleep and awoke during the night to find her dancing near the bed.  She swayed and gyrated and kissed me up and down.  We made some love again, and then, I fell asleep again.  It was dawn when I awoke and Sophie was not there.  I looked for her and then I had some breakfast.  Then I dressed up warmly and I took a walk in the freshly fallen snow.

I looked for Sophie in our usual cafes.  I couldn’t find her and I wandered home.  I made myself some real hot chocolate and sat to watch the American College football games.  The Argos were supposed to play the Tigercats.  I watched the game alone, while drinking beer and eating pretzels.  Sophie did not come home.  Nor did she show during Hockey Night in Canada.  The Maple Leafs were hosting New York Rangers and the Maple Leafs were winners.  I went to sleep and slept ‘til dawn.  Still, there was no Sophie.  I went to Roman Catholic service at Saint Christopher’s and confessed my sins to Father Jack McMillan.  That afternoon I watched three NFL great football games between the Bears and Cardinals, the Eagles and the Saints and then the Vikings and the Green Bay Packers.

At night, I thought a lot about what happened and I wondered what became of Sophie.  I fell asleep and had a nightmare about Sophie wielding that big axe and the cleavage of my boss, Ms. Madeleine.  I awoke just drenched in sweat and screaming.  I couldn’t fall asleep again and stayed up late to watch some sexy, quite distracting movies.  There was still no sign of Sophie.  I dressed for work and had some breakfast.  At work, there was nothing said about the murder.  The Coroner called later and he asked permission to come in and question all of Madeleine’s co-workers.  The assistant Coroner and Dr. Frank O’Neil took statements form my co-workers and me again.  The buzz around the office was about how Madeleine’s old boyfriend had axed Madeleine in half and was in prison, charged with first degree murder.  By noon, the Coroner and his assistant finished up and left.  No real work had been done that morning and none was done that afternoon.  When everyone had left, I hooked up with the internet and searched the Dallas newspapers.

And there it was.  An axe murderer had killed a dozen women in the Dallas area in just one year, two years ago.  The Police reported that it was a woman since she always left a note that said, “I AM A WOMAN AND THIS WOMAN HAS HURT A MAN JUST BECAUSE HE WAS A MAN.  I TOOK REVENGE FOR HIM AND CUT THIS WOMAN DOWN TO SIZE.  AMEN.”  Not a clue was ever found for the solving of these murders.  She had been dubbed the Lizzy Borden of Dallas.  The note was anonymous and had been written long ago on a computer printer which was never identified.  There was never any fingerprints.  The axes were always left at the scene of the crime.  They were all axes taken from the fireman’s box from various hotels.  I made sure the discs inside my computer were totally erased, after my session on the world wide web.

The Hamilton Police did not connect the Lizzy Borden of Dallas with this murder which was easily solved when Jules Henri’s fingerprints were found on the murder weapon and the murderer was not a woman.  The Inquest was extremely brief and the judge accepted the obvious clues about the murderer with one eye witness, me.  I told the judge that Sophie and I were having marital problems and that she disappeared.  The Police did search for her in the records of the train and bus stations and the airport records.  The whereabouts of my own Sophie was a mystery.  I said that she was delicate and sensitive and may have been in shock when Ms. Madeleine was cleaved by her ex-boyfriend.  The real Jules Henri was at the inquest and had not much to say except he loved his wife and didn’t know that she was cheating on him.

It’s been ten years since this has happened.  I have been promoted to Ms. Madeleine’s position as the supervisor of my little group at work.  My salary has been increased and now I have the bigger corner office on the twelfth floor.  Until now, I have been very careful about making a traceable record of the events of a decade ago and earlier.  I still don’t know where Sophie is and perhaps it’s better for me that she’s disappeared.  I’ve been happy with my cute assistant, Tracy Smith, who appears to love me and wants to take care of me.  Maybe, I’ll just let her do just that.

THE END

© izzy sommers, md

Welland, Canada

Octobre 17, 2013