An Angels Opera

19

Christine

"And this is my wonderful fiancee Christine!"

I gazed up from my near empty wine glass, into the eyes of two rich businessmen. One was rather fat, and the other was impossibly thin. Both were staring at my breasts.

Raoul had gotten me a brand new wardrobe filled with low necked seductive gowns, and corsets so tight that I almost fainted when I took a deep breath. I suppose he wanted me to look desirable for his pleasure, and those of his potential partners. As if my curves would sway help their opinions on his business.

I forced a smile, and let them kiss my hand. "Bonjour, Monsieurs!" I pushed out a bubbly giggle, and glanced at Raoul.

He nodded, a painfully wide smile placed on his face. "Christine is going to be the next Prima Donna for the Opera Populaire. She has the most amazing voice. Sing for them, darling."

I sang a quick lullaby, and by the end the men looked drowsy. I myself was in immense pain from straining my lungs against the too tight corset. I took a large gulp from the cup, which was long stemmed and has a wide brim, as if he wanted me to get intoxicated.

"Well Monsieurs, let's get to signing these papers!" Raoul led them to the large stack of papers, and they began to sign them with their eyes almost falling shut.

It was a flawless plan. He got the businessmen tipsy, had me sing them a lullaby, and they were suddenly putty in his hands. They would always sign whatever he placed in front of them, barely skimming the papers before signing it.

I sighed, I felt so disgusting. Part of a plan that fooled innocent men, and made me feel like useless eye candy. I turned to Raoul, and batted my eyelashes.

"Darling, may I go to bed?"

He nodded, and I trotted off to the stairs.

"Wait!"

Noooo! Goodbye corset-less sleep, I shall miss you dearly.

"Come here, darling."

Damn it. He probably wanted to make me sing to the sleepy strangers.

"Stand here."

I obediently stood still next to the table, and I noticed that the two businessmen had already fallen asleep.

Why in the world does he want me to sing for already sleeping men?

I felt hot breath on my neck, and I shuddered. "Your my fiance now, Christine, you have to do whatever I want."

"Yes, of course."

There was a pregnant pause as he waited for me to adress him.

"Yes, of course Master."

That's right, the pervy swine wanted me to call him Master.  I think it made him feel like he was more powerful than my angel, which wasn't true by a long shot. But the power he did hold was over me, and I hated him for it. The only reason why he had it was so that my angel, and my best friend would stay safe.

He took me to an empty room, and rubbed his hands on my neck.

"Off."

I wanted to bite the fingers touching my neck. Whenever he felt like it, he made me take off all my cloths just so that he could get off on my nude body. Pervert.

Apparently, once our 'engagement' was made public, all his girlfriends left him.

Once I finally shimmied out of my chemise, I felt a cold hand touch me.