The Bookstore

Monique woke up in a panic. The orange flip flops were going to take over the cow kingdom unless she poured coffee on a daisy. It made no sense, but it was still an alarmingly apparent thought. However, a cup of coffee didn't seem half bad. She pulled the yellow, chevron blanket covers away from herself and hopped off the bed.

With absolutely no grace, she slipped into her fuzzy, grey slippers and stumbled to her closet.

"Looking good can wait," Monique said, drowsily.

With that, she pulled out a pair of sweatpants that said 'free to be...' on the side, and a blue v-neck. She could've looked better, but it's not illegal to get coffee and lack a fashion sense.

"Au Revoir, bungalow," she said for what felt like the billionth time before leaving her house and walking off.

The nearest coffee shop was just a hop, skip, and a jump away. Within a few minutes, she was opening the door, and smiling at the short line of only two people. The order would be easy, and she could be out in plenty of time. Afterwards, Monique would go to the bookstore and find a new story.

The barista smiled at her. "Let me guess: 'a medium caramel frappe for Monique'?"

"Oui, with extra whip cream, s'il vous plaît."

"Alrighty, that's four ninety-nine. Please swipe," she said, gesturing to the scanner.

Monique did as told and stepped off to the side. She wandered to a window and watched the city bustle about. A man on an electric scooter zipped by, and stopped across the street. He was greeted by a slender woman with a kiss. The woman sat behind him, put one hand on her wide brimmed hat, and the other around his waist. With a turn of his wrist, the man and woman sped off. She thought of getting a floppy hat like that for herself.

"A medium caramel frappe, with extra whipped cream, for Monique?" The barista called out.

Monique spun around and walked back to the table promptly. On her way, she blindly bumped into a tall man, and he spilled his coffee on her. It was insanely hot.

"I'm so sorry, ma'am. Wait here." The man ran to the counter.

Monique started helplessly fanning her chest with hope that it'd stop burning. He came back with a clear cup of water and a handful of napkins.

"If I pour the water on you, it might not burn as much," the man said, desperately.

Monique looked at him like he was insane before sighing and nodding. The man poured the cup over her chest, and she immediately felt better.

"Here." He held the napkins out to her.

"Mercí." Monique graciously took them and patted her chest. "I wasn't going to wear this for too long anyway. May I pay for your coffee, though?"

"No, don't bother yourself with that." he shook his hands." Hey, that's an interesting accent, where're you from?"

"I must repay you somehow."

"It's really no problem. I wasn't going to finish it anyway," he lied. "Where's your accent from?"

"Um, I moved to France, with my parents, when I was nine, and I just picked up the accent."

"Wow, do you know French, too?"

"Il est difficile de contourner si vous ne parlez pas français," she stated with a smile.

His mouth gaped. "Wow. What did you say?"

"Well, I basically said 'it'd be hard to get around if I didn't know French'. I guess I don't need to use it anymore, but sometimes I'll use phrases with my conversations."

"Ahem, Monique, your coffee..." The barista mumbled from behind the counter.

"Oh!" Monique took the cup from her. "Mercí, Karen, I'll see you tomorrow. It was nice to meet you, Monsieur." Monique left the coffee shop without another word.

"Goodbye, Monique," The man whispered as she walked out.

The breeze hit Monique, and she would have felt fine had her shirt been dry, but Monique shivered under her clothes. Luckily, her home wasn't far away. She picked up her speed and rushed back as fast as she could. The coffee was warm, so she was grateful for that, at least.

As she got closer to her house, Monique pondered about what to wear. A sun dress was perfect for the weather, but she'd have to wear spandex underneath since it was windy out. The front of her house came into view, and she smiled. With an extra skip in her step, she bounced to the front door, and stepped inside.

With a quick click of the door, Monique stripped off her clothes and tossed them into a nearby laundry hamper. Her coffee was set on the kitchen counter. She kicked off her slippers onto her bed, and jumped into the shower to wash off the coffee and sleep.

After a brisk rinse, she dried off, and raided her closet. Monique slipped on a black pair of spandex underwear and a black sports' bra to finish the set. She paused in front of her closet mirror and flexed her arms. She was a fairly fit woman, if not muscular. Large breasts, round butt, perfect abs. With a smirk, she pulled out a turquoise, sun dress, and tied a red sash around the waist.

A pair of brown flip flops with floral straps was the finishing touch. She took one last glance in the mirror and smiled before walking out for the second time that day.

"Au Revoir, my lovely home."

The bookstore was a bit farther than the coffee shop, so Monique chose her car instead. She hopped into a yellow Mégane Renaultsport, put the keys into the ignition, and sped off.

Monique left her car in the parking lot, and strolled into the bookstore. She'd finished 'Pride & Prejudice' in a week and was dying for a new book to read. She took a look at the clearance section, like she always did, and decided none of the books were that good anyway, like she always did. Young adult novels were her favorite, but she'd try a dystopian this time.

After a peek around, Monique eyed one that said 'Fahrenheit 451'. Although she hated the word 'Fahrenheit', she thought the book itself deserved a chance. The only problem was that the book was on the top shelf, and she was obviously short. Monique reached as high as she could, on the tips of her toes, but still couldn't grip the book. She groaned in frustration.

"They should at least have stools or benches. This is discrimination against short people." Monique huffed.

"Do you need some help, ma'am?" A deep voice behind her said.

"Yes, s'il vous plaît." She smiled as she turned around. "Oh, you're the man from the coffee shop."

The man who'd offered to help grinned. "I am. My name is Dan, by the way. I already know yours." He reached for the book as he spoke. "And I've been thinking; for someone who was born in the United States, your name is awfully French."

"Oh, my parents were French. You've been thinking about me?" Monique held back her disgust. However, this 'Dan' was eye candy. "Don't objectify, Monique." She whispered as an afterthought.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to insult you. I wasn't objectifying you." Dan apologized, oblivious to her true intentions, and handed her the book.

"Oh, it's not you. I was talking— I was thinking if something else." Monique had almost, embarrassingly said she was talking to herself. "You don't need to... um."

"What?"

"I forget. It's how you say. Wait... comment dis-je 'm'excuser'... apologize! You don't need to apologize." She nervously gripped her book.

Dan laughed. "Okay, then. Thank you. Can I buy that book for you?"

"Oh! No, you're fine. I've got it. Mercí." Monique began walking away.

Dan grabbed her free arm. "Wait, I have to redeem myself somehow. I poured coffee on you, remember?"

Monique flexed her arm that was being held by Dan, and he let go. "And I forgave you."

"But I poured water on you, too."

Monique laughed. "Okay. Since you're so desperate, what do you want to do for me? I'll pay for the book myself; you never let me pay for your coffee."

"Great! How about dinner? What you're wearing now is perfect."

"Oh, that's different." Monique clumsily pulled her phone from her purse. "What's your phone number?"

Dan moved next to her so their arms touched. It was more like her shoulder touched his arm, but still. "Here." He typed in his phone number.

"Okay, I'll send my address to you."

"Great! Is eight a good time for you?"

"Oui."

"Okay. I'll pick you up at eight! See you then, I've got to get back to work." Dan briskly walked away.

With a small smile, Monique took her book to the register and paid.

***

At 7:30 p.m., Monique closed her book and sighed. What a weird way to flip society. She checked the time on her phone and smirked, perfect timing. She set the book down and headed to the bathroom.

Pulling out a row of makeup, she selected light pink lipstick and a conspicuous blush. Her finishing touch was black mascara. Monique also wanted to lessen the height difference, so she put on a pair of black, three-inch heels.

Her phone started ringing when she sat down after dressing. Monique checked it, and it was Dan. She picked it up.

"Bonjour." She opened.

"Hey, that's the first time you've said that. Anyhow, I'm out in the front."

"Lovely, I'll come out right now."

"Great. Bye, Monique."

"Au Revoir, Dan." Monique hung up slipped out of bed with her phone. "Au Revoir, cottage."

Monique left her house and saw a massive, black Infiniti in her driveway. The driver, Dan, waved enthusiastically. Monique waved back. Dan jumped out of the car and opened the passenger side door for Monique. After she was seated comfortably, he gingerly closed the door and returned to his seat.

He pulled out of her driveway, and drove off. Monique took this time to observe his body type, despite his suit. He had a flat stomach, from what she could see, and his tux was huge. However, it seemed to fit him like a glove.

Dan drove up to an elegant, and very well decorated house. "Wait here." He parked his car in the driveway and stepped out.

Dan walk around the front of the car and opened the passenger side door. "Mercí." Monique took his outstretched hand, and tripped out the door.

With agile speed, Dan caught Monique by the waist and slowly let her down. He offered his elbow to her and she embarrassedly took it, closing the car door behind her. Dan led her to the front door, and let her walk in before following behind.

The entrance was a set of double doors that opened up the a grand entry way and two sliding staircases on either corners of the room. Monique gaped at the stunning work of architecture before her.

Dan laughed heartily. "Follow me."

He walked through a two way door to the right, and Monique followed closely behind. The room had a granite table in the center, with a built in stove and cutting board. It was spotless, yet it had a feeling of use.

"This is the kitchen. The next room is where I dine, and where you shall dine with me. I-if you want." Dan gazed at Monique nervously as he stepped into the next room.

Monique noticed a long dining table, and several candelabras. There were also bouquets placed expertly around the room. Dan walked to the nearest end of the table, and pulled out a chair next to the end chair. Monique took the offer and went to sit in the seat. Dan took the end chair and clapped his hands twice. Almost immediately, several people came out with different dishes. They all wore black clothes, and white aprons around their hips. Two of them came to Dan and Monique with plates and utensils.

***

After an exciting meal with many different dishes to choose from, Dan and Monique sat next to each other at the table and talked.

"Okay, ask me something." Dan laughed.

"Hmm... Oh! Well, don't be insulted by this, but how do you even pay for all this? Don't you only work at a book store?" Monique asked cautiously.

"No, I'm not offended. When my parents died, they left me with their money and their home." Dan gestured to the room. "I have no close relatives, and no siblings, so everything came to me."

"Oh." She paused awkwardly. "Well, I'm sorry for your loss."

"Don't feel bad. It was a long time ago." Dan sighed. "My turn. What do you do for a living?"

"I'm an actress, that's why I live in California."

"I don't really watch movies that often, but I bet you're great."

"Oh, thank you. Do you speak any languages?"

"Actually, yes. I speak a little French."

"That's amazing! Say something to me."

"Okay, but don't laugh at me."

"I won't! I won't." Monique said with a small giggle.

Dan glared at Monique then laughed slightly. Before she could ask him again, Dan bent over the table and kissed her. Monique's eyes widened, but relaxed, and she slowly fluttered her eyes closed. Dan snaked his tongue through her mouth, and she did the same.

Monique moved her hands from the table, to his biceps and squeezed. He groaned from the sudden physical touch, and gripped her hair with his fist. His other hand found its way to her back. He slipped his hand through her dress and unclipped her bra. Monique moaned into his mouth and put her hands on his chest.

Dan rose and planted both hands on her armrests. Monique slowly stood up, and pushed Dan into the wall. He wrapped his arms around her body, and hungrily twisted her hair about his hand.

She slipped her hands to his shoulders underneath the jacket, and pushed it off his body. He smiled into her lips, and stopped the kiss. Dan smiled again, and swept her up into his arms, wedding style. Monique wrapped her arms around his neck as he walked out of the room and to the staircases. At the foot of the stairs, he pulled a paper out of his pocket and continued waking.

Turning around for a short second, he nodded, and walked up the staircase to the right. Dan pushed himself into the last bedroom, closed the door behind himself, and laid Monique onto the bed.

"Let's do that again, shall we?" Dan grinned.

"French. French kiss." Monique accused him with a smile.

Dan grinned, knowing he'd been rightly accused. Maintaining eye contact, Monique untied the sash around her waist, and her dress dropped without the support. Unable to keep itself up without being clasped, her bra soon followed suit. With that, Monique stood naked in front of Dan with only a pair of spandex and high heels.

Without letting her undress any further, Dan walked up to her, and knelt own, so he was in front of her crotch. Dan grabbed the bottoms of her spandex with his hands and slipped them to her knees before blowing onto her bare pussy. Monique shivered with anticipation. Dan smiled before slipping the spandex off her legs. He took his pinky and flicked it over her clitoris. Monique's body shook, and she stumbled backwards. Dan smirked, stood up, and led her to the bed.

Monique gasped when she hit the cool covers on her naked body. Dan took it as a moan, and his cock begged for attention. He kissed her neck, and shoved two fingers into her pussy without warning. This time Monique actually moaned. Loud. His fingers thrust in and out of her pussy, rubbing her g-spot every time. Monique clawed his back, nearly ripping the shirt. She tried to match Dan's pace and hump against his fingers.

A coil grew in her stomach, and she gritted her teeth. Dan noticed and pulled out. Monique whimpered in response. He slipped his slacks off, along with his briefs, and showed his full erection. With a smirk, Dan planked above Monique, and slowly eased his cock in.

With every centimeter he got further in, Monique's moans grew louder. When he was finally in, Dan pulled out, and thrust back in harder. He quicker his pace substantially, and Monique panted against the roaring pleasure.

Her stomach coiled, again, and immediately released with an orgasm. Dan let himself ehaculate into her right after. Monique let out a final moan, and relaxed.

Standing up, Dan began to undo his tie and take off his undershirt. Once finished, he went back to Monique and propped her back against the head of the bed. Flattening his body against his bed, Dan went back to Monique's pussy. He flicked his tongue over Monique's clitoris, and she spasmed. Dan held her hips down, and sucked on her clitoris.

He inserted two fingers in her pussy, and slowly pushed them in and out. With one arm across her lap, to keep her from moving, Dan drew a circle around Monique's clitoris with his tongue. She wrapped her hands in his hair and sighed dreamily.

Slowly increasing his pace, Dan took his lips off her clitoris and licked her clitoris full on. Monique bucked against the pleasure, and hit Dan in the face. He went back to her clitoris and hummed. Monique's eyebrows arched and she moaned deliciously.

An orgasm built up in her stomach and Monique pulled his head into her pussy. He took his fingers out of her pussy, and put his tongue in. He lapped around her pussy, and was met with moans and a hard orgasm. Her juices dripped down his chin, and he leaned up.

They kissed, and Monique could taste her juices on his lips. He stopped, got out of the bed, and rung a bell next to his door. With inquisitive eyes on him, he strolled back to the bed and dropped next to Monique.

Within a minute, they heard a soft tap on the door. Dan got out of bed, again, and drooled at her for a moment.

"You might want to cover up," Dan said as he pulled on a fuzzy, blue robe.

Monique quickly got under the covers, and pulled them up to her chin. Once satisfied, Dan went to the door and opened it. Monique could see a relatively young man with a skinny box. Dan took the box, closed the door, and sat back down next to her. He opened it up to reveal her favorite snack.

"Des chocolats!" Monique gasped.