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black belle du jour whom Madame passed off as an exotic African, when in reality she came from New Orleans, Louisiana.
    Madame preferred to offer them together to certain discerning gentlemen willing to pay extra to experience the erotic excitement of an interracial ménage à trois . Ivy’s cool white porcelain skin contrasted dramatically with Coco’s warm dark brown flesh, making them as striking as opposing pieces on a chessboard. Madame always introduced them as MademoiselleVanilleand MademoiselleChocolat,though their regulars knew their real names.
    Many a time certain gentlemen requested Ivy or Coco alone, which was fine with Ivy. Not that she minded fondling and pleasuring the other woman, for they often received generous tips they were allowed to keep for their performance. And it was a performance devoid of pleasure or emotional involvement on both sides, though an observer would never know it judging from their closed eyes, parted lips and convincing moans. But Ivy had a better opportunity of acquiring her own exclusive protector and leaving the brothel behind for good if she worked alone.
    She felt all masculine eyes on her lush figure displayed by the black silk embroidered corset that barely covered the rosy nipples of her large, full breasts. The skimpy silk panties were sheer enough to show her pubic vee, and the black silk stockings held up by garters accented her long legs. Coco wore identical lingerie in virginal white for contrast.
    They stopped halfway down so everyone could get a good look at them. Ivy removed her hand from the banister so she could trace her fingertips provocatively along the tops of her breasts.
    Coco flipped back her long black tightly curled hair with her free hand. “Good crowd tonight.”
    â€œMadame looks like a satisfied cat after a delicious supper of cream,” Ivy said.
    â€œThat’s because with so many eager men here, she’ll work us hard tonight and rake in the gold.” She looked around. “Which man catches your fancy?”
    â€œAs long as he’s wealthy, I have no preference.”
    Coco giggled. “Me, either. The richer, the better.”
    Ivy prayed one of the gentlemen would request them for the entire night, otherwise she’d be on her back, spreading her legs for two or even three men, an exhausting prospect that would leave her sore all over and resentful.
    She scanned the room again with the intensity of a tigress on the prowl, searching for familiar faces and any promising newcomers who might have pockets deep enough to take her away from this life.
    A dapper older gentleman with a striking mane of white hair appeared in the doorway, and Ivy whispered, “Max is here,” to Coco.
    Max Montblanc was Ivy’s favorite patron. He was one of the few men who gave as well as received pleasure. And he always tipped most generously in addition to hiring both her and Coco for the whole night. Best of all, he treated them as they deserved to be treated, like ladies.
    Ivy smiled at him, her bold gaze promising a wealth of physical satisfaction in her arms. Max smiled back. Madame Soubrise hurried over at once, for he was one of her wealthiest patrons and rated her immediate personal attention.
    Ivy and Coco walked down the rest of the stairs.
    Madame and Max concluded their negotiations, and money changed hands. With business out of the way, both turned and walked toward Ivy and Coco.
    â€œLadies,” Max said, reaching for their hands simultaneously, kissing one, then the other with charming gallantry, all the while keeping his gaze on Ivy’s bountiful breasts.
    Ivy and Coco smiled warmly and greeted him.
    Madame Soubrise nodded in approval. “MonsieurMontblanc has requested both of you for the entire evening.”
    Ivy took his left arm, and Coco his right. Together they escorted him upstairs, and Ivy steered them to her room this time. The move was calculated on her part, for when Max was finally done