Jack Dawkins One Shots

The Mademoiselle P2

I admit... I was excited.

Why wouldn't I be? 

The mademoiselle was to arrive today, there had been a few people loitering about the docks in the hope of seeing her, I had to admit. I was one of them. I wasn't planning to, but it had been a slow morning in the hospital and, who am I kidding I wanted to! I found myself a spot outside the warehouse leaning on the wooden post. A ship had come in this morning and people had been filling their way off it gradually, most sailors or the odd interesting passenger I was about to give up and head to work but -

There she was. the mademoiselle.

She stood on the deck wearing a floor-length blue gingham dress with long sleeves, a high neckline, buttons down her chest and a white belt around her waist. Her hair was pinned up under her little bonnet hat with a hatpin, she looked just like the postcards. 

She was... absolutely gorgeous.

She looked across the horizon with a smile, before heading down the jetty with her suitcases in her hands. 

I was frozen looking at her unable to think straight to see she was real, the woman I'd stared at in print for actual years was here in front of me, and I felt.... kinda weird. She looks so beautiful and admittedly the minute I saw her my dick may as well have attempted to jump out of my trousers. But I did feel kinda weird, I mean... I have jerked off to her more often than I can even recall, and now she's actually here. She hurried down and headed with someone helping her to take her things, she met with a few of the people there to meet her all of them begging her to do a show for them. She laughed and actually agreed, she hand a hand up onto one of her tunk cases and opened one of her bags revealing a white violin, she put it to her neck and began to perform for them wiggling her bustle for them and even unbuttoning her dress a little to reveal her underdress, but when she finished her song she fixed her dress of course and did a little bow. 

Everyone of course applauded even I had to just from her show, she took some tips men gave her and headed off into port with her bags to wherever she was going to be staying tonight.  

So I headed to work and got on with my day even if I had to admit I had to force the thoughts of the mademoiselle, I planned as soon as I could to get out of work and head into town to see if there was any chance to see her again. Once I got finished up I headed out into town to the cat and bagpipes and usual and by some miracle, I found her there. 

the mademoiselle sat on the bar with a tankard in hand, and her violin in the other, her dress unbuttoned and hung off her shoulders to reveal her corset, men crowed around her buying her drinks and watching her play while also egging her on to remove her clothes, it was good fun and I did stay for a good while. 

I wanted to go up and speak to her, but I didn't want to become one with the crowd of eager boys at her feet.  Even if It was tempting. I sat for a while drinking and watching her, utterly mesmerized by the woman I had so long desired. For a moment she glanced over at me and raised her tankard to me, I smiled and raised my own back. She seemed to giggle as she saw my smile and she blew me a sweet kiss. She then her het drink down and began to play a song, it was a very sweet song, beautiful and mysterious much like her, I could have listened to her song forever. But of course, most who knew who she was weren't interested in a beautiful song, they wanted something more playful a more common drinking song, so she did as they asked and began playing a more upbeat drinking song, many of course begging her to do her usual show, meaning to remove her dress but always she shook her head and plaid on. 

I finished my drink honestly about to head back I didn't want to go but I knew I should else I'd never be up tomorrow to get to work, when all of a sudden she slapped a man hard, throwing his drunk body across the pub, I didn't see why. Immediately a ruckus began and was broken up by the owner. The drunk man staggered out and the mademoiselle packed her violin and headed out fixing her dress as she did. I felt terrible so I grabbed my coat and left too but by the time I got outside, she was already gone. 

I got up as usual with a little bit of a hangover, not really in the mood to function today but, here we are. 

So I forced myself up and dressed not exactly excited about the day ahead. I headed down and did my usual rounds fighting the urge to go back to bed. Then I had to go out on some requested house calls nothing important, just the typical kids with ear infections, ladies with arching thighs, and issues men had so embarrassing they'd never dare come to the hospital. 

Until I got to the last house I needed to visit, knocking on the door as I checked my paperwork, hmm no name? that's strange. And I didn't know who lived here never visited this house before never had to. It soon opened to a young maid girl.

"Ah Good Afternoon, Dr Dawkins."

"Ohhh... yes Dr Sir." she nodded ushering me inside 

"The uhh the name is missing on the paperwork who am I here to see?"

"Ohhh The uhh the miss sir." She said urging me to follow her deeper into the house, until we arrived at a fairly impressive room sparsely decorated with a large canopy bed in the corner closed up for the day, the fire burning gently bags and trunks littered the room a large mirror in the corner "The Doctor miss." she said towards a grey changing screen. And out of it came the mademoiselle. In tall black lace boots and a thin light blue dress, it fell off her shoulder a little her hair loose and wild. 

I admit... I had to force down my sick perverted mind imagining, one of her postcards... that was not too unlike this situation. 

She nodded and the maid then left us alone. 

For a moment no words were exchanged between us, but she giggled fiddling with her fingers. 

"Tu es le garçon du pub, très beau si je puis le dire moi-même, et médecin en plus." she blushed (You're the boy from the pub, very handsome if I do say so myself, and a doctor too.)

I blushed hard for a moment, I don't think she expected me to understand her, 

"Docteur Dawkins, mademoiselle. et je dois dire que tu es très belle aussi." (Doctor Dawkins, mademoiselle. and I must say that you are very beautiful too.) I smiled and she seemed surprised her hand to her chest 

"toi ?" (You?)

"Oui." (Yes)

"mon, mon, beau et intelligent, docteur. Je dois dire que c'est impressionnant." (my, my, handsome and intelligent, doctor. I have to say it's impressive.)

I blushed a little more "Merci beaucoup mademoiselle, excusez-moi, mon français est un peu... rouillé" (Thank you very much mademoiselle, excuse me, my French is a little... rusty)

"Would English be easier?"

"If you don't mind mademoiselle"

"No, no. I am blessed to hear it. Thank you for even that." She smiled,

"You're very welcome, Now. How can I help?"

She seemed nervous checking the door, "Forgive me, it is not a simple thing to admit."

"Of course, take your time."

She sighed and sat herself down on the sofa by the fire, I went over setting my bag on the table a little worried what to expect. she took the hem of her dress in hand and moved it up to her thigh 

uuhhhhhhhhhh- ohhh fuck- ummmmm mademoiselle! 

When I shook my head out of a perverted fantasy she began unlacing her boot, once undone she slowly pulled it off her leg revealing her bare smooth skin all the way to her ankle or well...

What remained of it. 

She had an amputation that much was obvious but it had been done so badly it was hard to even see what was happening, her foot and ankle removed just above the joint. 

She settled her leg on the ottoman and set her boot down revealing the wooden prosthetic inside the boot that must have aided in her walking.