A Cold Night in Paris

A Cold Night in Paris

As the stock indicators on his computer screen filled with red, John Anderson heaved a heavy sigh and gazed out over the woods outside his office window. At the bird feeder were three or four doves, a few chickadees, and a cardinal alarmingly bright against the snowy backdrop.

The birds outside had plenty of seed and were not concerned that Treasury Secretary Yellen had been, despite her training by Nobel winners James Tobin and Joseph Stiglitz, spectacularly wrong in saying in 2021 that inflation would be a transitory consequence of supply chain issues related to covid lockdowns. In the cold light of 2022, John feared that the inflation might be a consequence of central banks around the world printing money, which then chased relatively more fixed amounts of goods and services, resulting in inflation as some Monetarists used to argue. John hoped that was wrong.

What should be done? In many cases, for an investor with a long time-horizon, the best answer was to do nothing and just ride out the downturn. With a shopping list of potential purchases once the stock markets plunged to a certain point, he was watching and waiting and staring at what CNBC and The Wall Street Journal so often called "The Wall of Worry."

After fetching a fresh mug of black coffee, his mind wandered back to another place and another time -- a time when he didn't know or care about global markets or sovereign bonds or some financial theory. Back then, he had been a soldier and served at various locations including the Sandbox and the Horn of Africa. Such places were described by the military as "armpits of the world" but thankfully not all duty was that dismal. One memorable stretch of time was in Europe, stationed at NATO-linked bases in Italy and Germany.

They were in the field a good percentage of the time, of course, at Grafenwohr and other training sites, enjoying the frozen mud and endless military exercises of a Cold War everybody wanted to remain cold. George Kennan's advocacy of containment of communism was at the heart of much of the policy of opposing Soviet expansion, and media outlets even in 2022 constantly discussed Russia and Ukraine even as China loomed as a geopolitical force.

But young soldiers are not global strategists. They follow orders, and do not make them. Soldiers were interested in seeing the sights of Europe, sampling the local beer, and appreciating the many pretty girls.

William O. Darby was the father of the Army Rangers, and his name was on several bases, including one in Furth, the little town where Henry Kissinger was born. Furth was near Nurnberg (Nuremberg in English) where the famous war crimes trials were held. In those days, American soldiers serving in NATO typically flew from McGuire in New Jersey, stopped at Gander in Newfoundland or Halifax in Nova Scotia, and depending on weather and other matters often paused for fuel at Shannon in Ireland. Then they headed to Rhein-Main Air Base in Frankfurt, where the sign read "Gateway to Europe."

Given the efficient train system in Europe, a soldier stationed in Germany would naturally begin pondering travel options if he could nail down a 3-day pass. Long before he ever had a passport, John visited 25 foreign lands using just military ID. The Army had recreational hotels back then where a person on active duty could stay for a dollar a night. One of them was near the Champs-Elysees, and others were at Garmisch-Partenkirchen and Chiemsee and Berchtesgaden. The latter was near Hitler's alpine retreat which had been bombed by the Brits and Americans, leaving only his guest house above, the Eagle's Nest (Kehlsteinhaus), for modern tourists to visit.

John and several friends decided, as soon as the opportunity presented itself, to take the obvious step of heading for Paris. For a kid raised on a farm, Paris seemed to represent the apex of sophistication, with the Louvre, the Musee d'Orsay, and also the risque night spots "The City of Light" was known for.

Even in the World War II era, Pigalle was known for decadent entertainment, night clubs, strip shows, topless dancers, bakeries, and robbers who would gladly relieve a drunken fellow of his wallet. The Moulin Rouge had been depicted by Toulouse-Lautrec; Picasso and other notables had resided in the area.

Had they been driving, John would have stopped to visit Verdun, where the longest battle of World War I unfolded. For any person with faith in the rationality of political decisions, Verdun came as a shock. There, at the Douaumont Ossuary, the co-mingled bones of over 100,000 soldiers were preserved. The sobering realism of Verdun would be deferred for a later trip.

After the group arrived in Paris, they spent a busy day taking in the usual sights, and even bought tickets for a cruise on the Seine with Bateaux Mouches. They caught a show at Le Crazy Horse, and admired the lithe topless dancers who combined aerobic fitness with smoldering sensuality. At the end of an evening of bar-hopping, the other guys were intent on further carousing, but John had another destination in mind for himself. He had read in guidebooks that Paris and Copenhagen and Barcelona had live sex shows on stages and he had a laser-like determination to increase his life-experience by watching one. Paris was at the top of his list, so Copenhagen would have to wait.

John found a likely small theater, checked the show times, and was able to enter the little theater not long before the show began. The seats were arranged in a semi-circle around a small oval stage which, as he began to notice, had the capability to rotate. On the stage were several long divans. John took a seat on the far right, with only a wall on that side, and room for his long legs. With just a slight shift of his body to the left, he had a close and unobstructed view of the stage.

As the lights dimmed, a slender blonde girl entered the stage, clad in a tight dress and spike heels. Music began and she began a skillful striptease not unlike many others John had enjoyed. Looking to his left, the seating area for perhaps 100 customers began to fill. He expected to see single males, and they were certainly present in the audience, but there were a surprising number of male-female couples there as well.

The blonde girl slowly removed her bra, and began teasing her nipples. From his seat, the girl on the stage was only about 6 feet away and she moved around the stage to allow herself to be seen by all of the customers. Her nipples hardened as she touched the fabric of her thong. Her breathing was more audible as she touched the front of the fabric of the thong, rubbing herself gently, and then pulled it aside to reveal her shaven lips.

She reclined on the divan, and the stage began to rotate very slowly. She rolled over onto her stomach, and her hips -- taut and tan -- gleamed in the soft light. Taking a deep breath at the tempting sight, John wanted to kiss the fabric of her thong as her hips flexed and moved. The girl pulled and tugged at the little thong, teasing herself and also the viewers. John felt himself harden watching the wanton display.

Many thongs are so pretty that it becomes almost a shame for them to be taken off. But slowly, very slowly, the blonde girl removed her thong. She made the removal almost its own little drama, like unwrapping a Christmas present. Every person in the audience wanted to see her completely nude but also enjoyed the tantalizing delay. From his angle, John could see her smooth labia glistening. His mouth was dry, and he realized that he wanted to lick her. Then she turned over on her stomach again, and he saw she had a small red anal plug inserted, and it helped him realize why her eyes looked so heavy, so glazed with lust. She had been preparing offstage.

The air in the small theater was redolent with perfume and sweat and lust. John wondered what it was like for the girl writhing on stage. She knew -- had to know -- that she was the cynosure of all eyes. Did she like knowing that during every show, or did she get jaded after many performances? But her nipples were swollen and puffy, conveying excitement. Even if the area was gritty, even if the audience paid the price of admission, the lust seemed genuine.

As John watched, he began unconsciously touching himself. These days, Internet users often mention "edging" while reading or watching porn -- a method of slowly building and maintaining pleasure. There are Tantric perspectives on edging to prolong intercourse and masturbation. However, the blonde girl on the rotating stage, exhibiting herself as her fingers slowly danced over her smooth mound, had a fairly defined timeframe at about 30 minutes of one act in a four-part show. It was also apparent that she had warmed up before taking the stage, so it was reasonable to assume she might want an orgasm to end her segment of the show.

As John watched, he glanced furtively to his left to survey the audience. The men had their eyes were locked on the stage and most audience members were inevitably touching themselves while watching because it was almost impossible not to while gazing at the undulating girl on stage. Some of the couples were not disguising the fact that they were playing with each other. In the case of one couple, the girl was allowing her breasts to be caressed by the man sitting on the other side of her -- an incipient threesome hampered by seats. With the young couple closest, the girl had an intense look on her face as her boyfriend's hand was under her skirt and moving. She looked up, then over at John with an enigmatic Mona Lisa smile as her companion's hand moved under her skirt. The music was low, and the blonde on stage was murmuring as she pleasured herself.

As the stage slowly moved, the blonde girl moved into close proximity to various audience members. Now she handed a white vibrating toy and allowed some of the men to place it over her labia. As she neared John, she handed him the toy and motioned for him to do the same. Up close, as he moved the vibrating toy on her, he could see she was slick with excitement, and her hairless mound moved steadily up and down as she sought the contact with the toy and enjoyed its buzzing. Then, with a gasp, she achieved orgasm, and it did not appear to be mere theatrics. She did appear to come (or was it "cum" in porn parlance?), and sank back in temporary exhaustion.

The blonde girl rose, gathered her clothing, and departed the stage bowing politely to the applause. Two girls took the stage to begin Act II. As they began kissing and fondling each other, John felt his own excitement increase. A dark-haired girl, svelte and fit, began to kiss a second girl, who had a very small triangle of red pubic hair and a few small tattoos. While kissing, the girl with pale skin steadily rubbed herself, methodically turning herself on. The two sat on the divan, and slowly arranged themselves into a 69 position. As they licked, the stage moved in small increments and the audience members were treated in turn to the delicious view of the one girl being licked by the other.

When they seemed sated, a man with black hair entered the stage to signal a change of scene and the commencement of Act III. The pale girl sat down in a chair, and the guy began kissing her inner thigh, slowly moving upward as the girl moaned in anticipation. After teasing her for a considerable time with delay, he began kissing her clit, and John saw that her little triangle of close-cropped pubic hair was high -- about an inch and a half above her clit. He liked the fact that the little triangle had intentionally been cut so small (almost a mockery of a fuller triangle), and left so much skin for the male actor to kiss. The intentional nature of it, with the girl knowing she would be seen in the theater by so many hungry eyes, got to John.

John heard a movement to his left, and saw that the girl had move slightly and hike up her skirt. He could now see that her boyfriend had a finger penetrating her. The girl looked at John again, with that little smile, and he interpreted it not as an invitation to touch her but as her just wanting to be seen. She looked down at his lap, raised her eyebrow in a questioning manner, and John moved aside his coat so she could see that he too was playing while watching the action on stage.

And on stage the pale girl was impaled on the man, while the dark-haired girl was kneeling over his face and being licked. Then he stood and the three assumed various positions, with the rotating stage permitting the audience excellent visual access. As the actors neared John, the one girl was kneeling in front of the male actor sucking him and the other girl was kneeling behind the guy kissing his hips. Perhaps because of their warming up procedures, all three seemed intense -- not out of control, but heading to the point at which they would all want to come.

John wondered whether to have an orgasm at some point and hope the rest of the show was thrilling enough to help produce another. Such a dilemma. But such are the vexing questions presented by debauchery. As events unfolded, the decision was not up to him. The girl in the seat next to him was squinting as her boyfriend's questing hand continued to move on her sex, and she reached out decisively and took John's penis in her right hand. She took a strong grip, took control. As her boyfriend made her reach orgasm, she did the same to John. Clearly, she had planned ahead for her walk on the wild side, for she produced napkins from her purse to wipe the semen from her hand and from John's penis. He whispered "Merci" and she nodded and they both turned back to the stage. So that made two audience members at least who were a bit more relaxed. Actually, there were probably more given the many interactions among audience members. However, any post-orgasmic calm was temporary. There was, apparently, no rest for the wicked in the theater.

The male actor was on his back on a divan, with his organ fully inside the girl with dark hair. Her skin gleamed with oil, she was riding hard, and his hands were fondling her hips. As she began to gasp with impending orgasm, the stage rotated toward John and he could see that the male actor had his oiled index finger doing a bit of anal teasing of the dark-haired girl.

The dark-haired girl was on his engorged cock, and her hips were rolling as she took the pleasure, but with every new stroke his oiled finger would tease her perineum and lightly flicker over her anal region and she would jerk slightly at the added pleasure. She was receiving dual action teasing, and the intensity of it was reflected on her face as she approached orgasm. Every time he teased her there, her hips would respond by writhing. The pale girl on stage watched this intently, rubbing her clitoris with strong circular motions. Almost without realizing it, John was hard again and stroking another erection.

Gasping, hips moving, the dark-haired girl said in French "I have to come now." And did. The male actor stood, and the pale girl assuming a kneeling position and began licking his testicles as he stroked himself. Soon spurts of semen rested on her upturned breasts.

The girl seated to John's left was writhing slightly in her seat as her boyfriend's hand was again moving between her legs. Perhaps it was not the first time that couple had played in the theater, John thought. Perhaps some element of exhibitionism lured them, as it must have lured the actors on the stage to go to the theater and go through whatever procedures were necessary to land them a job in the nightly show. The job interview would have been interesting, he thought.

As the final act began, the stage filled with all of the actors who had previously performed, plus another man and another woman. Audience members were informed that they might be invited to ascend the steps if invited by any of the actors there. John knew that, even if asked, he could not take on the disease risk of doing whatever he wanted to do in an unfettered situation like that. Still, inasmuch as the actors on stage were undeniably exhibitionistic, he could appreciate the show greatly while remaining in the audience, and so he concentrated on extending the slow, steady progress toward his second orgasm.

When the show was over, the lights did not come on quickly or brightly. After the actors, covered in sweat and semen, retreated from the stage, the audience members slowly stood, rearranged their clothing, put their coats on, and filed out of the little theater. Outside, the street was almost empty and the traffic was light. As John surveyed the area for any would-be thieves, he turned up his collar against the cold air and walked out into the Parisian night.