My first great spectacle was a complete success. The crowd went wild when I struck a three o'clock position with my arms, my veil in front of my face, as I had done several times in the past. The stage was decorated like an Ottoman harem, which made it a little more realistic, and I was accompanied by three girls that danced to introduce me to the public. Monsieur Wang congratulated me and I received letters from several men asking for a "private function". By that time, I already knew what that meant and left them aside to think about it. I was promised several functions at the Folies Bergères that month.

My luck increased. Every time I stepped a foot out of the hotel, which I paid thanks to my performances, I had a small crowd of fanatics asking for an autographed picture. I had a photographic session with Monsieur Wang, my favourite picture was one in which I was seated on a sort of bench with my left arm over the armrest and my left arm behind my head, tangled in my veil, wearing the outfit that Sadiq had given to me. I managed to raise so much money from my performances at the Folies Bergères, that I could buy my own petit hôtel, and later on I hired a servant. His name was Toris Laurinatis, he was a Lithuanian young man who was very eager to work. Apparently, his family had been rich, but things happened and now they needed the money Toris would bring badly.

Months passed and it became Christmas. Paris was covered in a layer of snow and my house never felt lonelier. Toris was baking a cake and I was in my room, writing a letter to my sisters when someone knocked on the door. Toris opened and told me that Monsieur Wang had come to visit me. I was shocked to hear that, as it was Christmas morning.

"Why aren't you with your family?"

"Good morning and Merry Christmas to you too, Menekşe"

Monsieur Wang said as he took a seat next to me on the living room sofa while Toris made some tea for us. I noticed how his hand brushed mine as he sat down and so I rested them on my lap. Wang noticed this and spoke up.

"You don't have to be like that"

"L-Like what?"

"So tense"

Wang stood up and walked until he was behind me. He put his hands on each of my shoulders and began to massage them. It felt great, but at the same time, I didn't want him touching me. It was not that I didn't like him, I liked him very much, but I didn't want to end up mixing work with pleasure. He was my manager, after all. Suddenly, I felt him sliding my scarf off me and placing a kiss on my neck, making me shiver. From the corner of my eye, I saw that Toris was bringing the tea but returned to the kitchen upon seeing the scene in front of him.

"Your skin is so soft, Menekşe"

Wang said muffled by my neck, tickling me with the vibrations and making me giggle. He then spoke in my ear seductively.

"I wonder if the rest of your body is as soft and sensitive as your neck is"

I tensed at that moment and he seemed to notice. He continued to massage my shoulders.

"I know what you are thinking: you don't want to mix things up. But let me tell you, I know how to keep personal affairs away from professional ones very well, so you mustn't be worried"

And that choice of words made a click in my head so I got up, Wang was a little confused, looking up at me and I smirked while I undid the clasps of my heavy coat and let it slide down my shoulders and to the carpeted floor. I opened the first few buttons of my shirt, revealing my pale skin and Wang licked his lips.

"Catch me"

I said, and giggling, I ran upstairs while taking off my clothes. By the time Wang found my bedroom, I was already naked, wiggling my backside for him. He groaned and kicked the door closed behind him. He took the Vaseline from the boudoir and dropped his pants and underwear, sporting an erection which was similar to General Bonnefoy's. He coated it in the lubricant while he admired my naked body.

"You are very beautiful. I have wanted to do this ever since I met you at the Ritz"

I hummed in appreciation as he spread some Vaseline on my entrance, the cold substance and the tip of his slender fingers giving me a pleasurable sensation. He slid his member inside of me slowly and then started to move in and out rapidly, not allowing me to get accustomed to the feeling. His hand travelled down my spine to my backside, where he squeezed and slapped the pale flesh, leaving a red handprint. I moaned at the sensation. I had never been spanked before and I realised I liked it.

"Do it again, please"

Wang complied and slapped my backside harder this time. A pleasurable shiver went through my body as he brought his small hand against the reddened flesh of my backside once again. I moaned loudly. Loud enough for Toris to hear from the kitchen, which made me a little aware that we were not alone in the house and that we could get caught, even though, with the noises I was making, I was sure that Toris wouldn't dare to come through that door. And if he had, I would have killed him.

Wang began pounding into me roughly, causing me to rock back and forth and get tangled in my bed sheets. He was sweating and so was I. We were so caught in our passionate lovemaking that we didn't hear the telephone ringing, but Toris answered. When Wang released inside of me, he laid down next to me, both of us panting and covered in a thin layer of sweat.

"Oh my God, I have never experienced anything like that"

And it was true. The spanking had made it a thousand times better than it already was and Yao Wang was an excellent partner. He kissed my temple and got up. He pulled his zipper up and began to fetch my clothes from the floor to help me get dressed. Once we were presentable, we went downstairs, where Toris was waiting with tea and biscuits.

"Oh, Monsieur Menekşe, someone called for you. I took the message"

In Toris' neat handwriting, in a small piece of paper there was the name of Baroness Magda Køhler and a telephone number.

"She said she would like to hear from you soon"

When Wang left, I decided to call Baroness Køhler. She was a Danish aristocrat who had moved to Berlin ten years ago and had recently been in Paris in one of my performances and she wanted to ask me if I would be interested in a private function for some of her friends of the European high society.

I asked Yao Wang about it and he said he would be glad to accompany me to my first performance abroad. I was so excited.