Summary: After an embarrassing secret is shared Charles accepts some help to learn a few things about female pleasure.
Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, fem rec oral, sex ed
WC: 2.9kCharles - The Lazy Lover - Leclerc
That was what the wag gossip pages all shared in their stories and Charles cheeks grew red with embarrassment as he read the latest caption. The supposed 'inside source' had recounted the disappointment his past girlfriends had found in Charles' bedroom activities. They cited him as 'vanilla' and 'a missionary man', but none of those hurt more than the sentence that described his oral capabilities 'nonexistent'.
He didn't think he was bad in bed, and he wouldn't have called himself selfish, but he couldn't help asking some of his exes for the truth. Each of them denied sharing the information to the gossip pages, but they all replied with the same consensus.
Charles chased his own pleasure and they didn't feel comfortable telling him what they needed to reach their own high too. He felt guilty, wondering how many of the relationships would have ended differently or not ended at all if he had paid more attention - to their sex life as well as the rest. He certainly hadn't been the most attentive in any aspect of his last relationship with Alexandra.
"Don't laugh," Pierre started the conversation seriously, something that immediately caused concern for Charles. "I know someone who knows someone that can help you. She's a private tutor, of sorts."
"Do you know how fucked I would be if news broke I went to a hooker?"
"She's not a hooker," Pierre assured him as he wrote an address down on a napkin and slid it across the table. "It's already taken care of, 8pm tomorrow."
Charles looked at the address and sighed. "This is in Paris."
"Of course, City of Love, my friend." Pierre finished his coffee and rose from the table, pushing a pair of sunglasses over his eyes. "You're welcome."
"Yeah, thanks," Charles mumbled, still uncertain about the whole idea of having a stranger teach him how to be a better lover. "I guess."
Later that afternoon, Charles received an email with a rather detailed questionnaire about his experiences in the bedroom as well as a small dining and drinks menu to select from. He figured he couldn't be any more embarrassed than he already was and took his time to honestly answer the questions.
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Charles debated turning around at least three times as he climbed the stairs in a modern apartment building. He had caught a glimpse of the Eiffel Tower from the stairwell window and paused as the lights danced along the metal, wondering if he was in the right place. He was still in half a mind that Pierre had sent him to a brothel, but this didn't fit the stereotype he had in his head of a Parisian whorehouse. He definitely imagined more Moulin Rouge lighting and seedy alleys.
He reached the 3rd floor and found only one door on the landing, his finger barely able to aim for the doorbell with its shaking. He didn't know what to expect when the handle started to turn, but it certainly wasn't a bright welcoming smile and the delicious smell of fresh baking.
"Hi, you must be Charles," you greeted your newest client. "Come in, please."
You could tell he was nervous as he hesitantly stepped inside and his eyes scanned your home, taking in the artwork on the walls and the candlelit table with two place settings. You tried to ease his mind with a quick introduction about who you were while you poured him a glass of wine.
"Help yourself," you said as you took a seat and waved a hand to the fresh bread and cheeses he had selected from the menu. He took a breath and sat down opposite you, the candlelight catching the sharp jawline and angular features of his handsome face. "So, Charles, what is your goal? What do you want to get out of this?"
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