I looked at the watch; the time was getting 7 PM. Still, one more hour remains to go to her castle for the game of 'The white night of La Esmeralda'.
She started the game by ordering to do some special jobs like, cleaning books & cabin, calling and showing books to customers, arranging books well in the stall, etc.,
I am the serving slave who obeyed her orders and commenced the job. I cleaned her stall, wiped out the dust on the books, and arranged it well with the thrill of the game. Like a servant, I did it very well and realized that I could be a good cleaner too in addition to an executive. When she received a few calls on her phone, she asked me to answer as she directed. So I know her name is Amelia.
"Amelia, a beautiful name," I told her.
"Shut up you dick. Since you are my slave, you don't have the right to call my name. In the game, you call me, La Esmeralda; I am the La Esmeralda of Paris, right?"
"Yes, the Goddess of sedation."
"Sedation is an art of love. This is the only art that can conquer everybody's mind instantly; no other art can do this process this much quicker. Fascinating by sedation is a great art. Its glorious performance we can find in the mythologies of various cultures and in the damn history of mankind too. Do you believe in its power?"
I smiled and said to myself 'Yes, I believe because I am the victim is the proof of its power.
"Eyes are the tool used mainly in this art. Some eyes have the special power to conquer anything; even a country can be conquered by a few looks, it can create war and peace, the story of the Helen of Sparta which led to the Trojan War is an example."
She continued talking covering the topic widely by mentioning the stories of the great sedations that happened in history and epics.
"You will have a special job tonight." Later she told me.
"Yeah, what is that?"
"Cleaning my chamber, the chamber of lust. Since the last two years, it hadn't cleaned well, millions of the molecules of love and lust staying happily there."
That time my mobile rang. I took it from the inner pocket of my overcoat.
That call was from my wife.
"Who is that?" She asked.
"My wife."
"Don't answer it." She ordered.
"I have to answer it. This might be the call of something urgent."
"You dick, can't you obey my order?" She snatched my phone and turned it off.
"I can't do that," I shouted back at her.
"You can't do that?" She opened her mouth like a lion. "Then go away. Don't wait for me or do you want to fuck me? If so, obey me. You are the slave in the game who needs to obey my orders. Go and sit there." That was an executive order.
"OK, just obey her," I said to myself and sat. "I have suffered a lot for those moments of enormous pleasure. Now, in the end, I don't want to be a loser." So, I confirmed that I am her slave to carry out her orders.
Calmly I sat on the chair and tried to forget about the call of my wife, about the mission that brought me to Paris, and everything except that nasty chick.
Her business went well. Few more customers came. She showed her seducing face to grab their attention. She could trap a few of them. I merely watched her skill to find out potential customers.
While she was counting the currencies I thought that she is a pretty chick having the fascinating skill to sell anything. Her lovely smile, her seducing voice, her commanding power, everything is good for fulfilling a business mission. Shall I give an offer to her to join my company? Will she accept it?
She watched me and realized that I was sitting with some thoughts.
"You the dick sitting like a poet? What are you doing, dreaming? Come up and help me to get some customers." She shouted like a boss.
"This is an untamed wild bird," I said myself and got up from the chair.
"Open up your fucking mouth and call the passing idiot fuckers those who don't know what is real love other than doing sex like the beast."
That was the order of the queen and should be obeyed without any question.
I am the slave, entered the arena of the coliseum being a gladiator to fight. I forgot about myself, my profession, my status, and everything and I became a perfect slave to carry out the task. I performed the job of a street vendor by calling people and showing books. She gave me an erotic novel having the cover of a nude lady. "Show this to the passing fancy nuts. Those who have potency will show some interest."
I commenced my performance like a circus joker, showing the book.
"Hello sir, please come, have a look. This is a bestseller, a fantastic novel."
My performance was not good enough to catch the attention of the people. Very humbly I showed my face to the passing people. Nobody showed interest. Somebody smiled and somebody stared angrily.
"Stop these gospels. You the fancy dick, don't know the tactics of business?" Queen reacted horribly. "What business executive are you? Who assigned you to do business? Dick, this is the street, here things are entirely different, the diplomatic way that you have been doing in your executive chamber is not suitable to deal with the fuckers roaming on the streets. The street is like an untamed animal that needs special tactics. Diplomatic ways of cheating are not suitable here. To do business on the street, you should be a hound of no mercy. Unless you possess a wild mind, you can't do business on the street. It has its customs and tactics that you need to understand. When a crowd flows in front of you, you can't catch them by showing a foolish smile or with the gospels of holiness. This is a mighty current that needs a strong intervention, which means fascinating words. When you try to sell something, don't use the word, 'Please'. It is a useless word in business dealings. Here, we are not offering any gospel books for free. We are selling the products to take the money of the people. So be a businessman with enough tricks to catch the customers cunningly, then only the customers will notice you. And let them be happy with attractive words such as hot deals, best deals, free, discounts, etc., and fascinate them gently like a chick offering love. No business can run with mercy, because in business there is no position for mercy. Business is a kind of war that needs the best tactics and quick action with strong willpower. A businessman must be a warrior prepared to fight. He shouldn't be a shepherd of mercy or sympathy."
I know things about business better than this chick. But I kept quiet because I am a slave serving her unconditionally.
As she directed, I fully turned myself into a street vendor's role and opened my mouth loudly proclaiming the offers, showed the book's sex and lust, and made funny performances like Charlie Chaplin to grab the attention of the customers. People watched and enjoyed it well, many came. I got motivated by their encouraging presence and became a street joker of fantastic fun.
Some flashes came from cameras and mobile phones towards my performance.
That melodrama took place on the street celebrated well by the passing pedestrians.
Through that charming performance, I could sell a few books, which made the queen happy.
Finally, I heard the eight rings from a nearby clock tower along with the church bells from Notre Dame Cathedral.