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The Adventures of Claudia
Author’s note: This follows on from the other four parts. It’s not strictly necessary to read the other parts to enjoy this though it would help with context. This story also introduces a character from The Natasha Chronicles, Charlotte, who appears in the stories Charlotte – inhibited and Charlotte – Unleashed
5. Claudia and Pierre have some FFM action with Charlotte
Claudia woke after a wild night of hot sex. She thought Pierre would be saving his strength for the forthcoming Pro-Am show jumping competition but he said making love to his wife in a kinky sex session was the best preparation as it allowed him to deal with pre-competition nerves, to take his mind off the upcoming event. She didn’t believe a word of it, he just loved having sex but she was happy to fuck, very happy about it.
They had come to Berne so Pierre could enter Storm in the competition and he was convinced they had a decent chance, the horse was in good form and they had worked hard and trained intensely and both were ready. They had a quick shower and breakfast in the hotel restaurant and came back up to get dressed. Claudia also put on her full riding gear because even though she wasn’t participating, she loved these clothes, especially the tight riding breeches and the high shiny boots. She also had her riding crop, just because she loved having a crop in her hands as much as possible. Pierre joked it had become an extension of her and he was surprised she didn’t sleep with it. She would be in the special enclosure reserved for family members and trainers at the stadium.
They got a cab straight to the stables and she had a walk around while Pierre went to check on Storm and got everything prepared. There was quite a crowd coming in and she made her way to the enclosure when she heard the competition was about to start. Being a Pro-Am there would be some top riders in attendance and she was looking forward to seeing their skills and she watched numerous rounds with interest until Pierre and his horse were announced as the next competitors.
She was so nervous but they weren’t and they did all the jumps with no faults and a very fast time and they had the lead. She was ecstatic and cheered enthusiastically, blowing kisses at Pierre, who looked so happy. There were only a few competitors left and he had a real shot and now she was even more nervous because they had something to lose. She heard the compere announce the next competitor:
“And now our next competitor, please welcome Charlotte Dupont and Thrust,” and a murmur swept through the crowd.
And even Claudia briefly wondered about it but rapidly dismissed the notion. She watched as the rider entered the circuit and gasped along with most of the crowd. It really was her. Charlotte Dupont, Lady Charlotte the famous internet domme, one of the most beautiful women in the world. She was probably the most famous woman in France and rapidly becoming one of the most famous women in the world. Even from this distance, Claudia could see she was stunning, achingly beautiful, a beauty for the ages. It just seemed surreal, she had masturbated and so had Pierre, along with countless millions, while watching her videos and here she was in a Pro-Am show jumping competition in Switzerland. And she was good, she was very good indeed.
It was obvious she was a fine horsewoman and in complete control of her horse Thrust. Claudia laughed at the name, it just had to be a sexual reference. She had no faults as she neared the end of the circuit and she was running Pierre close on the time, fuck, this was going to be so damn close. She charged across the line and the clock stopped dead. She was two hundredths of a second faster and Claudia’s heart sank. She could see Pierre’s face in the riders’ enclosure, disappointment written large on it. He was crushed and her heart went out to him, he’d worked so hard and practised so much and delivered a faultless performance but he was second.
There was one more rider who had four faults at the second fence meaning Charlotte Dupont was the winner. The compere announced the medal ceremony was about to begin and being the wife of the runner up, Claudia was allowed to enter the circuit. She strode across the grass, her riding crop still in her hand, passed the men who were setting up the podium and threw her arms around Pierre and kissed him.
“Brilliant performance Pierre, just brilliant, so unlucky in the end.”
“Yeah, I know. But look, she won fair and square,” and she noted he was disappointed but not despondent which was good.
“You also saw who won?” he said, with a knowing smile.
“I could hardly miss it.”
“I passed her earlier in the stables and the videos just don’t do her justice. I love you Claudia but this woman is by some distance the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life. She’s like something poets would write about in the past.”
And Claudia laughed, why on earth would she feel slighted by something that was so patently so self evident?
“Even from the ataşehir escort distance I was at, she looked amazing.”
Music sounded over the tannoy and the members of the podium were asked to attend the ceremony and she held Pierre’s hand as they walked over to the podium. She suddenly became acutely aware of the riding crop in her other hand. But she couldn’t just throw it away now, she would look foolish, fuck! What to do? And she had no choice but to hold onto it. The medal winners were called to the far end of the podium and they came past the family members to get on the podium. She saw her coming and she took her breath away, she was just so fucking beautiful. She looked Claudia straight in the eye with those amazing green eyes as she came past.
“I see you like your riding crop a lot, I like it too,” and Claudia was left gobsmacked as she watched her perfect ass go by.
The competitors received their prizes and Charlotte was presented with a large trophy and she looked genuinely excited. Claudia was happy that Pierre didn’t look too put out as he gave Charlotte two kisses and a little hug of congratulations. She laughed, thinking he would be dining out on this for years. They said goodbye to their club members who were headed straight back to Geneva and would be taking Storm with them back to the stables. Pierre had suggested they make a weekend of it and they were staying on at the hotel and this had been an excellent idea. The hotel had a Michelin restaurant and they would have some fun later.
They had a nap, a shower and got ready for dinner. She put on a black low cut silk blouse that showed a generous amount of cleavage, dark blue skinny jeans and the black leather thigh high boots with a three inch stiletto heel that Pierre had given her as a present all that time ago, which had been a catalyst in part for this adventure and she loved these boots. She did her makeup, noting he looked smart and they went to the restaurant. The food was superb and they shared a bottle of wine and then another and were in a really good mood and they toasted Pierre’s second place like it had been first. He suggested they continue the party in the hotel bar and they took a table near the bar.
He got them some drinks and then there was some kind of commotion and they saw she had entered the bar. Charlotte Dupont was in the room and she sat alone at a table at the far end. They raised their glasses in recognition but left her in peace as she received an endless stream of visitors wanting to chat, get a selfie or a couple of poor misguided fools who thought they had the chops to chat up one of the most beautiful women on the planet and were dispatched with the minimum of fuss. Claudia loved her outfit, so casually hot. A black Rolling Stones t-shirt with the lips logo, a black biker’s jacket, skin tight black leggings and black leather thigh high platform boots with a four inch spike heel. But of course, just about anything would look good on this woman.
Charlotte got rid of the last fan and she could finally relax and enjoy her drink. She had come to Switzerland to get some relief from her overwhelming fame in France and participate in the one thing she loved, riding horses in a competition. Her new found fame had followed her here though it was at least tolerable in this alpine country. She couldn’t walk down the streets unmolested in France and needed a minder at all times. A lot had changed in the last two years and things had changed quickly.
She had split up with Dominique after a year. She had rapidly outgrown her, they both knew it. She was no longer the innocent young woman who had nervously asked Dominique to help her. But they were still the best of friends and she loved her with all her heart and they still shot videos and made love off screen too. Their website had simply taken off, it now rivalled Natasha’s site for subscribers and Dominique was honest enough to admit it had far more to do with Charlotte’s popularity but she was happy to split the money fifty fifty, Dominique had been very good to her and there was more than enough money for everyone, a lot of money.
Charlotte had then made the worst decision of her life and got together with a French rapper called Riot and for a brief period, though not brief enough in retrospect, they were the most notorious couple in France. He was a junkie, just bad news and she had dabbled in drugs and got caught up in a really destructive relationship. She had been a bit lost and it had taken the arrival and intervention of Scarlett to free her from this awful man’s influence. She had refused to leave until she broke it off with him and then took her to England to shield her from the press attention and the relentless paparazzi.
If she had loved Scarlett before, she now worshipped the ground she walked on. This true friend had been there in all the bad times and hadn’t hesitated to drop everything and come and make her see she was in a spiral, a really bad place and Charlotte hadn’t welcomed her intervention at first because she’d been high and she’d treated her like a busybody, sticking her nose in where she had no business. But she’d really needed someone to call her out on these things and Scarlett wouldn’t be deterred, she was a true friend. This was the same person who had drawn the poison out of her, healed her two years ago and she did it again.
It was easy to see why Natasha and everyone on her team adored and treasured Scarlett above everyone else, she was truly one in a million. Charlotte would give anything to be Scarlett’s partner but she was with Rob, a wonderful man and she also had this incredible deep bond with Natasha, something beyond normal friendship which made her slightly jealous though she loved Natasha too. But if she ever broke up with Rob, she was going to make a play for her. For the moment she was content to count her as one of her closest friends.
This fool Riot had tried to trash her reputation, calling her a bimbo, a whore and a drug addict. She had destroyed his reputation when the press had asked her, how would you sum up Riot? And she had answered, shit in bed. Those three words had devastated his macho man image. And he had been shit in bed, he was too loaded to do anything and then he had put the final nail in his own coffin when he was caught with a kilo of cocaine. He was going away for a long time and was now firmly in her rear view mirror.
She had gone on some late night debate programmes on French TV, whose audience had shot up, to defend herself and it had quickly become apparent to everyone that she was no bimbo. The papers had talked about a fiercely intelligent young woman and she had won over even her biggest detractors. They didn’t necessarily respect what she did for a living but they did respect her. Things were changing in other ways too, she’d done numerous fashion shoots for Vogue, Marie Clair and other magazines and made catwalk appearances for fashion houses and a famous French film director wanted her to do a screen test with a view to casting her in an upcoming film. A possible acting career was something she could get really excited about and if she passed the screen test she was going to get acting lessons and really take it seriously.
The press talked about her being this great beauty, the most beautiful woman in the world, which she’d found embarrassing. She was now sufficiently self assured to recognise she was a very good looking woman but from there to a beauty for the ages was just too much. She wasn’t Helen of Troy or Cleopatra and this constant harassment meant she was considering leaving France to get some relief from all the attention though she certainly wasn’t going to become a nun. The paradox was that the exhibitionist in her constantly wanted some attention and she was in this bar right now because she was horny and looking for some action and she thought she had found it. She picked up her drink and moved closer to the bar and all eyes in the bar followed her except this couple who were laughing and joking and oblivious to her movements.
“Mind if I join you?” and they turned to face her and their mouths dropped open.
“Of course, of course. I’m Claudia and this is Pierre,” and she nodded.
“I’m Charlotte,” as if the whole world didn’t know, laughed Claudia to herself.
“I’m sorry about the competition but I’m not sorry as well,” she said to Pierre, and he laughed.
“You won fair and square Charlotte.”
“And you are a domme or you have a dominant side,” and Claudia blushed.
“She practically sleeps with her riding crop,” said Pierre, and Claudia punched him playfully.
“I definitely have a dominant side but I love having a riding crop in my hands, I can’t explain it,” and Charlotte laughed.
“I understand,” and Claudia was sure she did.
“I love your boots Claudia.”
“And I love yours, Charlotte,” and they fell into conversation.
They had a few drinks and both Claudia and Pierre were trying to think of how to invite her back to their room without sounding ridiculous. But she solved that problem for them with a question of her own.
“So, are you going to invite me back to your room?” and there was a stunned silence.
Claudia and Pierre looked at each other in disbelief. One of the most beautiful women in the world wanted to come back to their room.
“I’m guessing you guys are open to stuff and any woman who goes everywhere with a riding crop has a fetish wardrobe.”
“Guilty on both counts,” laughed Claudia, who’d had sufficient alcohol to lose most of her inhibitions.
“He also has a fetish wardrobe,” she said, pointing at Pierre who blushed.
“Now I’d really like to see that. I hope you brought some things,” said Charlotte, placing her hand on Pierre’s thigh which sent an electric shock through him.
“On second thoughts, why don’t you come to my room or suite of rooms? I have the penthouse so we could all get changed there and get friendly,” and Pierre nodded, afraid to trust his voice but Claudia wasn’t sure.
“Listen Charlotte, I don’t know. I mean, we are nobodies.”
“And that’s why I’m interested. You didn’t rush over to me like some groupies or something. And you didn’t rush into it now either and you are into the things that turn me on.”
“Full disclosure Charlotte, we are into a lot of things you like because of you and Mistress Tasha and Mistress Trixie.”
“Another reason to get together, you’re honest and you are a hot couple. Shall we go?” and she didn’t look like she was going to take no for an answer.
“Yes,” said Claudia decisively.
And they left the bar with all eyes on them and they knew they were looking at Charlotte though Claudia thought she detected a few looks of disdain too, along the lines of, ‘What is this amazing looking woman doing with you people?’ Well, she had chosen them, so the begrudgers could go fuck themselves. They took the lift to the floor where Claudia and Pierre had their room and they promised they would be knocking on her door in ten minutes. They were in their own room in under half a minute and staring at each other in disbelief.
“Did that really just happen?” said Pierre, with a look of wonder on his face.
“I know and are we really doing this?” asked Claudia in disbelief.
“It seems we are,” said Pierre, and he grabbed his bag with his outfit and she picked up her makeup kit and put it in the bag that had the outfit she’d borrowed from Zara along with sex toys and other accessories.
They were in the lift in a minute and soon pressing the doorbell of her penthouse suite. She opened and they entered a suite of luxury rooms. They were quite rich but this was another level.
“Wow,” they both said, looking around at the designer furniture and what they presumed were expensive antiques.
“Yeah, I didn’t pay for this. My agent rang various hotels and asked them what room they’d give me for staying in their hotel and this was the best.”
“It pays to be famous,” whistled Pierre, and Charlotte shrugged.
“Sometimes I guess, okay, my bedroom is that door over there. Do you want to go into that room?”
“Eh, I need a separate room, I’ve got a surprise for Pierre,” said Claudia, and then she was shocked as Charlotte strode across, embraced her and started kissing her and Pierre was so turned on.
“Adorable Claudia, you’re still thinking of your man. Okay, take the next door down. Twenty minutes,” and they disappeared into their respective rooms.
Claudia was trying to get her head around what had just happened. She’d just kissed Charlotte Dupont and then she thought, well that was probably nothing compared to what they were about to do. She did her domme hairstyle, her makeup, got her outfit on and had a moment of doubt before she picked up her riding crop. Fuck it, she was who she was, Charlotte or no Charlotte. Pierre texted her and they emerged together to find Charlotte was waiting. Her mouth dropped open when she saw first Pierre and then Claudia. His mouth dropped open when he saw the two women and Claudia’s mouth dropped open when she saw Charlotte, as much as she loved Pierre, she’d seen his outfit loads of times.
“Fuck,” the three of them said together and laughed.
Pierre had his skin tight PVC catsuit, long PVC gloves and shiny high riding boots, Charlotte was wearing a skin tight PVC dress with open underwired cups for her wonderful enhanced and pierced tits, long PVC gloves and PVC thigh high boots with silver d-rings and laces that went from the bottom to the top of the boots where they were tied at a tongue that peeked out over the tops of the boots. The boots had a five inch stiletto heel and a pointy toe and were so sexy, these were domme boots. But neither of them could compete with Claudia. She had borrowed Zara’s spectacular outfit. She was all dressed up in red and black PVC.
She had black PVC underwear, a red choker and black PVC almost crotch high boots with silver d-rings and laces which looked like they had been poured onto her legs, they were so tight. The front of the boots had a red section for contrast that extended a few centimetres either side of the d-rings and ran the length of the boots and they had a pointy toe and what looked like a five inch stiletto heel. But if the boots were spectacular, the coat was something else.
It was an out of this world black ankle length PVC coat with red trim on the short sleeves and at the bottom of the coat. The top part had a big red collar that curved down on both sides of her stomach, showing a significant amount of cleavage, tied by two red buttons round her belly button area. The bottom half at the front of the coat opened out to the sides from above her crotch in a kind of inverted horseshoe shape that revealed her underwear and showed off her amazing boots to great effect. Claudia twirled at Pierre’s insistence and Charlotte admired her long brown hair which cascaded down the back of the jet black PVC coat which reached down to just above her boot heels. She also had bright red PVC gloves that disappeared into the short sleeves of the coat making them appear endless and she topped it off with a PVC black and red officer’s hat. And the finishing touch was an omnipresent black riding crop. She looked incredible, simply incredible, thought Charlotte, and she remembered vividly where she’d seen this outfit for the first time.
