<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/2385/eotcdgr8scvudk8zg.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;"><strong>Courtesan Vajayjay</strong></span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><br/>Her Mistress’ Mule<br/><span style="text-decoration: overline;">  aka Jaclyn Rosendahl  </span><br/>Entrepreneur<br/><em>About her</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br/><span style="text-decoration: overline;">         </span></span></span></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">When: Evening of my second day with Mistress du Monde<br/>Where: In a posh club at the Zurich train station and boarding our train to Vienna and beyond.<br/>With: Mistress, a rube, and a cute porter.</span></span><hr/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)(https://files.catbox.moe/bmtihk.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… I have to stifle a giggle at Mistress’ wicked humor … her ward? … okay … kneel next to the guy and look up at him …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“Sir? I’m so very sorry. My hands just get into mischief. Your money is down the front of my blouse if you’d like to get it back!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… hold open the neck of my top so he can see the cash between my B-cups … he hesitates and looks up at Mistress … he’s blushing furiously …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“Please Sir. I was bad. Please take your cash. I don’t mind.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… he reaches inside my top and carefully takes several  €20 notes … then another …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">“Um, thank you  for your honesty. Please keep the rest. Um, as a reward.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… his eyes are begging me, ‘please make this stop!’ … I release the blouse and put my hand on his upper arm to help me stand … pat him on the head and turn to Mistress …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“Let’s make our train Mistress.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… grab my roller bag and walk on ahead … outside the lounge, I turn to a wall and extract the rest of the cash from between my tits …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“Mistress? He only took €60 out of over €400! That was priceless! Thank you Mistress!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… the speakers announce our train again … we show our tickets and are directed to the next car where a porter grabs our bags and leads us to the center of the car where he slides a door open … inside is a very plush pair of seats facing each other … and what looks like a queen bed with a twin bunk above … the porter sets our rollers on two stands and turns to leave … I extract a €20 from the wad still in my hand and press it into his palm …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“Thank you Sir! You’ve been very kind. Is there room service or do we have to go to a dining car? Is there a bar?”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… he shows us the room service menus … the list of spirits, beers and wines on board … and where the phone is to call in our orders …<br/><br/>… when he leaves, I wait for Mistress to take one of the seats …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“Facing forward or facing back, Mistress? I can ride either way, if you have a preference. Should I order drinks? Are we hungry?”</span></span>