MADELEINE BOULLIER<br/><br/>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/MadeleineBoullier_Avatar_01.jpg)<br/><br/>I'd arrived at the Crescent Moon a few days ago and had combined the trip to the Con with this visit. Having some time to kill before returning home I chose to pamper myself at the spa and health facilities at the club, enjoying steam baths and massages in the mornings, gym workouts in the afternoons and some sun bathing and swims in the pool later on when the heat was less fierce. A few days of utter hedonism had put me in a good mood.<br/><br/>It was quite fortunate that BDSMCon coincided with the e-mail from the Crescent announcing another sale; if I was successful in the auction here I could take my pet to the convention in a weeks time and parade my new toy around. If I failed to buy then I'd no doubt pick up some delicious slutty little thing while I was there.<br/><br/>The evening of the auction I came downstairs early, dined sparingly...<br/><br/>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/49/Boullier_Corset_and_Bustle_Skirt.jpg) (http://i441.photobucket.com/albums/qq131/renmei_2008/BustleSkirtedGownRear.jpg)<br/><br/>...and relaxed in the private lounge with my laptop until well into the bidding. I used a link to the Clubs live feed - they used CCTV for security - and being a regular here a small extra charge allowed me to watch the auction's opening from a comfy distance. I wasn't a fan of bidding wars and besides, there was nothing in the cages yet that really caught my eye. I'd had girl sluts the last two years... I had my taste for boys returning and if something very rare and trashy like a young male neko would show up here, I'd give him a once over.<br/><br/>Then, after several neko-girls and ordinary women had been sold, and one boy-dog I saw something that caught my eye. Shutting my laptop and slipping it into my handbag I rose and made my way through into the auction room. I stopped at the bar which was across one end of the lounge.<br/><br/><strong>"Bonsoir, Anton, comment ça va?"</strong>I asked the barman.<br/><br/><strong><em>"Très bien, merci, Madame. Tonight is going well."</em></strong><br/><br/>I grinned at his American-French. The accent mauled it but it worked. Anton was cute. A pity he was as bent as a nine dollar note.<br/><br/><strong>"Bon. And Andre? Is he still keeping you up late at night that naughty boy?"</strong><br/><br/><strong><em>"He is, Madame, as demanding as ever, thank you for asking."</em></strong><br/><br/><strong>"You should crack the whip a little Anton, put him in his place, I can tell he wants to roll over and have his tummy rubbed, so why do you not, hm?"</strong><br/><br/>Anton smiled at me and nodded, we both knew his boyfriend liked to bottom, if only Anton would show him a firmer hand.<br/><br/><strong>"My usual please, Anton. Merci."</strong><br/><br/>The barman reached behind him to a glass shelf in a recess where a variety of dusty bottles were stacked haphazardly. They all bore custom labels. One had a glued-on strip of paper above it's label with 'Madame Boullier' written on in a slanting masculine scrawl. It was half empty. It had been a good week. Anton poured the golden Jack Daniels into the shot glass to the exact depth I liked. He stopped. I lifted the glass to eye level and tilted it towards him in salute, then with a regal nod, upended it between my blood-red lips. I lowered the glass to the paper napkin again as the fiery heat coursed down my throat. Mmm, nectar. Anton refilled me and dropping him a generous tip and a 'see you later' wink I made my way into the main body of the room and over to the cages.<br/><br/>There were several familiar faces in the room, people I'd spoken with at auctions before, played cards with, dined with; James Derringer was there - I'd need to talk with him sometime about some more stock movements. I needed a bulk order of those widget things over in London and he could shift some of my stock out to the States. Catching his eye I nodded in his direction. Kuroi was here too, though he seemed to be on the point of leaving, having made an early purchase. James Johnson as well? Useful. I needed to buy some more of that very handy rectal treatment from him, I'd just about run out. I lifted my glass to him and smiled.<br/><br/>I went past the cages at a distance until I stopped opposite one containing the person - or rather creature - on whom my interest was focussed. I lifted my skirts carefully and sat gracefully down, lounging back on a white leather sofa and crossing my legs with a hiss of nylon while listening to the bidding.