Giselle

Part 1. Pierre calls.

Author Sam James

The intercom from the concierge’s desk buzzed in the hallway of Giselle’s Paris apartment.

She wheeled out from the lounge to the hallway and answered it.

‘Bon jour Madame, I have a Mr Pierre Blanc here in reception, wishing to visit you,’ said Jean Paul, the concierge.

‘Ah qui, Jean Paul, send him up. I am expecting him,’ said Giselle.

Giselle checked her appearance in the full-length mirror in the hallway whilst waiting for Pierre, her client, to make his way up to her luxurious apartment on the fourth floor.

She adjusted her black beret to a slight angle on her head, her jet black hair pinned up beneath. She wore fire engine red gloss lipstick and long eyelash extensions, along with a red and white horizontally striped sleeveless top, and black satin pencil skirt. She looked every inch the typical stereotyped French whore, apart from the fact that she sat in her quickie wheelchair, and her black satin pencil skirt was tucked in round her thigh stumps completely concealing them from view.