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| Mme Darrieux et Sa Tomb Infâme de Brique
by xxnicholexx at 9/21/2009 8:05:29 PM
I was lovely, once. You see? There? That’s me. With my hair done up all nice. J'étais magnifique. Those other b*tches never stood a chance with a man if I was in the room. Non, not one. Heh, I guess you could say I was a femme fatale of my time. Oh oui, I was dangerous. The men used to joke saying I hid my gun in ma minet, or how do you say.. p*ssy? No one could touch me. And if anyone got in my way, bang bang.
Yes, bang bang. My motto was to tap then cap. Well, what did you expect me to do? Haha! I didn’t want those men to go on telling their friends I was some sort of Marie couches-toi-là. I had my morals, and I would rather have kept them… you know? I hadn’t always been so… j’ne sais qua … naughty, I guess you could call it. Il était une fois I was a sweet and innocent young girl who loved her maman et papa like any other child would.
“Dani? Dani, wake up. Danielle! You’re going to be late for rehearsal if you don’t get out of bed.” Maman was always worried about me being on time for any rendez-vous I might be attending.
“I’m up, I’m up. Calm down, maman. I’ll get there on time. Don’t worry so much.”
“I can’t help it. I’m just so excited! This show could be your big break! My daughter, une starlette! Haha!” She clapped her hands so gaily.
“Ouais , moi une starlette? That is truly wishful thinking.”
Maman… Ohh, maman. She really did believe in me. She had more faith in me than I had in myself. I would love her, always.
“All right, Mr. DeMille, I’m ready for my close-up.” I spoke to my director, Monsieur Sax. I had gotten to rehearsal late, but he never minded tardiness.
“Ah! Haha, Dani! Salût! Oh, you would have made such a good Norma Desmond. I don’t know what that Wilder man was thinking. Comment ça va aujourd’hui?”
“Oh, merveilloux! I’m so ready tonight. I had so much fun this casting season, but mon dieu! I’m so tired! Ma maman had to shake me awake just before I came here.”
“Awe, tsk tsk. Poor girl. Don’t worry. We’re almost done here.” He put his hand on my a** and had said it so matter-of-factly. It made me cringe in disgust. You see, just weeks before closing night, Monsieur Sax and I had a few good f**ks behind the stage curtain. I do admit, c’est un bon coup, but he was a lousy lover. I saw him take another girl back there with long and curly rouge colored hair and big black batting eye lashes, just like me. She wasn’t as pretty as me, though. Not at all! No one is as pretty as I was. Anyway, that night I had caught him, but I didn’t tell him I knew. I knew what kind of man he was. And I knew what kind of man he was going to be after closing night; stiff as his peu de bite. Haha! That’s right. Monsieur Sax was my first victim.
“Danielle, you were simply amazing tonight. Bravo!” He had no clue what was coming.
“Merci beaucoup. I couldn’t have done it without you, mon cheri.” I was smiling, but I wanted to vomit in my mouth and save it for when he kissed me then spit it into his. You know, I think that terrible idea is what made me smile in the first place. Hah!
He touched my face oh so lightly. “How about we walk? I’ll buy you un café au lait, your favorite.”
“Ouais. That sounds delightful!”
We walked… and walked… and walked….
It was très, très beau outside that night. The air was crisp and the stars were twinkling, almost winking, at me.
“Dani,” he kissed me, “j’taime.” All I could think was, j’taime?! J’TAIME?! He just had his d*ck in another woman the week before and he told me he loved me? So, I responded.
“J’taime aussi.” We were alone, but not alone enough. I took him back to the theatre with me and claimed I had forgotten my pocket book. Quel débile! He fell for it. Even you know that I never carried a pocket book.
We were in the dressing room, not my dressing room. Can you guess whose? Exactement! Haha! It belonged to the one with the long and curly rouge colored hair and big black batting eye lashes, just like mine. I sat in her chair and that’s when I wondered if she even knew what kind of man Monsieur Sax really was. That’s when he kissed me hard on the lips. I closed my eyes and just let him. His hands went from my neck to my chest then from my chest to my backside. I did kind of enjoy it, but I wasn’t getting my pleasure from his caresses.
He undid his pants. “Voulez vous coucher avec moi?” I thought he’d never ask.
Bang bang.
I’ve been with many men, as you know, since Monsieur Sax. I even married one of them. See? There, in that picture. That’s mon mari. He was a wonderful man. That was until recently. Oh, you did notice me saying things in the past tense, didn’t you? Oh, silly me! Haha! The other night, Monsieur Darrieux, mon mari, came up here. I had the radio playing and it was some cover song by Nancy Sinatra, I really liked her, so I didn’t hear him walking up the steps. I was sitting in that window right over there. He came over to me and kissed me like he had never kissed me before.
“J’taime, Dani.”
Bang bang! My baby shot me down. The radio played loudly. Those were the last words I heard when I hit the brick road below my window.
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