
The French Quarter New Orleans
By design she spoke sparingly. She had re-invented her self and perfected her new personality.
Cultivating her style took a little work but she was a professional. She transformed from a beaten and abused prostitute to a woman of sultry elegance. She was experienced now and was her own boss.
Years of a hard life, left a few wrinkles and furrows that make-up was able to diminish revealing her hidden beauty.
The madame still had something going on. Clearly she had seen her better days. Shoulders straight, back arched, hand on her curvaceous hips, she was statuesque.
Business was slow today, but the madame had mastered patience.
There was a rap on the door. The madame opened and who was standing there but Reverend Leroy from the Tenth Memorial Baptist Church with his bible in hand.
Reverend Leroy was short and thin with a heavy mustache, a fox like man.
"Come in Reverend"
As he entered the Madame Bouvet balancing her cigarette holder between her finger tips said,
" Can I help you Rev.?"
The Nervous Minister replied.
" I just stopped by to personally invite you to our annual community church picnic."
He handed her a flyer.
The madame took the flyer, then focused her extremely piercing eyes on the minister. Her high cheek bones protruding, head slightly turned for a better view, she was in deep thought.
" Can I offer you anything Reverend?"
" No.. I best be going."
" Sir or Reverend...I would like to ask a favor of you, If I may...... before you go.
" What is that madame?"
" Would you pray with me?"
" Well......aahh!!.... I'm not sure.... well aahh" the reverend hesitating and stuttering .....
why.... well yes!"
"Well then .. follow me Rev....I have an appropriate place for us to pray.
Madame Bouvet's intentions were not designed for spiritual inclinations but purely exploitation.
This would require her special attention and Reverend Leroy's utmost self control.
"How much religion does this man really have,"....... thought the plotting Madame Bouvet.
" Just wait till he sees what I have in store for him."
Before Reverend Leroy became a minister, he had been a womanizer. He would stay out all night get drunk and chase the women. Sex was his weakness. He joined the church, repented, and began to walk the straight and narrow. That was fifteen years before this visit to Madame Bouvet.
Walking the straight and narrow does not mean one will not encounter bumps in the road.
With the right buttons pushed old thoughts can come creeping back into one's head. Temptation is the mother of bad tidings. There have been classic struggles of emotions between survival and conquest. The weak fall by the wayside loosing name and honor while to the strong goes the victory. Powerful men have been known to succumb to the superior strength of a woman's charms.
The Madame ask the reverend to wait in her bedroom, while she took leave to to attend to a situation with her girls.
The room was warm, cozy, and beautifully decorated. It was furnished with a couch, recliner, and a king sized bed with four tall posts supporting a covered top. It was fit for royalty. There were beautiful antigue lamps, colorful draperies, and pictures on the wall. There was an overpowering stimulating odor of perfume permeating the bedroom.
As the Reverend observed his surroundings, he began to think.
" What did I get my self into?"
When Madame Bouvet returned, the reverend immediately went on the defense.
"Madame!!... please don't get the wrong idea!!..... I only came here to extend an invitation.
You asked for prayer, that's what I'll do then leave."
Madame Bouvet laughed and said......
" Why......Reverend are you afraid I might try to seduce you?'
The reverend nervously replied ..
"Madame I have an obligation to my God and my congregation.........I can't let you cause me to stumble." Ignoring his words, the Madame slowing walked close to the rev. with scintillating, and seductive movements, as Reverend Leroy struggled to maintain his composure.
Suddenly the madame unbuttoned her gown, and grabbed his crouch.
" Please please Madame Bouvet.... don't do that!"
She pushed him down on the bed and kissed him as his cries of ....
"Stop,.. stop "...grew weaker and weaker. Reverend leroy was ready to surrender to the superior power of the madame's charms.
Then she said...
" Are you ready for me .....Reverend?"...... Rev. Leroy gulped, took a deep breath of air and swallowed his words of protest. His cries of stop got stuck in his throat and refused to come out again. He was at the brink with no more strength to resist.
" Yes I'm ready.... I'm ready....please forgive me lord."
As the reverend began to undress, the Madame started laughing at him...... Startled!...he asked...
" What's so funny?"
"Did you really think that I was going all the way with you.. Rev?.... First Of all....I don't do
freebee's and I don't do preachers. I was just having a little fun with you Reverend.
Thanks for your prayer offer, but no thanks today!
Reverend take your time and button up, one of my girls will see you out.
Oh!.... and Reverend...please... don't forget your bible.
Ron Dove........ Revised 1/4/2014