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champagne.”
    “That’s part of
the routine, is it?” Gaëlle asked.
    “Oh yes.
Barbara insisted that I should offer you champagne if you came
round,” Odile called back over her shoulder as she went up the
stairs. “Back in a minute. We’ll have it down here.”
    Gaëlle did a
few gentle lengths to warm down, then got out of the pool and dried
herself. She was wondering whether to get dressed when she heard
the tinkle of glass as Odile came back down the spiral staircase.
Gaëlle went to meet her, to lend a hand. Odile’s face was flushed,
and she was concentrating hard as she carried a tray laden with an
ice bucket, the bottle and two glasses down the narrow stairs. At
the bottom, Gaëlle reached out to rescue the glasses, which were
tottering perilously.
    “Thank you,”
Odile said. “I wouldn’t like to have to explain to Barbara that I’d
dropped some of her best crystal.”
    Gaëlle scarcely
heard her. Her gaze was fixed on Odile’s breasts. Each nipple was
enclosed in a little glass cylinder, and was drawn out, just as
Barbara’s had been.
    “I hope you
don’t mind,” Odile said, glancing down. “Since Barbara isn’t here,
I thought that as hostess I should do as she would have done.”
    “Euh…No.” What
else could Gaëlle say?
    Odile set down
the tray and released the cork from the bottle. Her glass cylinders
wobbled as she leaned over to pour the champagne. She sat on the
edge of the pool.
    “Cheers,” she
said, raising her glass. Gaëlle mirrored the gesture.
    “I think the
cups are ready to come off, now,” Odile said, looking down at her
breasts. She opened the little valves and released the vacuum. Her
nipples shrank, but only marginally. Gaëlle watched in fascination
as Odile removed the cylinders. Each nipple was long and swollen.
Odile massaged them gently, looking at Gaëlle, who was also sitting
on the poolside, her feet dangling in the water.
    There was a
moment’s silence, broken by Gaëlle, who had to ask, “How does it
feel to do that to your nipples? Isn’t it uncomfortable?”
    “As I said, it
makes them much more sensitive as well as much more noticeable,”
Odile responded. “Want to try before you go home?”
    “I’m not sure.
Would it be rude to say I’m tempted, but I’m not ready to do it
with an audience?”
    “I understand
that totally. The first few times I did it, I wouldn’t let Barbara
watch, in case I didn’t like the effect. Let’s finish the
champagne, then we’ll go back upstairs to the toy room and I’ll
leave you to decide if you want to try. It isn’t an obligation,”
Odile said.
    Gaëlle returned
Odile’s smile. “Thank you. You’re very considerate,” she said. “I
appreciate that.”
    They finished
the bottle while Odile’s nipples slowly returned to normal, and
when Gaëlle stood up, she was conscious of the effects of the
alcohol. They dressed and went back up the stairs. Odile led Gaëlle
to the toy room.
    “I’ll be in the
sitting room next to the kitchen if you want me,” she said as she
closed the door, leaving Gaëlle alone. “I’ll check on you in about
half an hour.”
    Gaëlle sat for
a moment in the warmth and comfort. She examined the tubing and
made sure that she knew how the pump turned on and off. She pulled
off her top and examined her nipples. She spent a few minutes to
work out exactly how the system worked, then turned on the pump,
trying out the suction on her hand.
    “Don’t want my
nipples to disappear up the tubing and into the pump,” she
muttered, turning it off again. She examined the glass cylinders.
Odile had called them cups, but Gaëlle couldn’t relate to that.
Wrong shape altogether, she thought.
    She placed the
glass cylinders over both nipples. Then she realised that she
didn’t have a hand spare to turn on the pump. She would have to
start the pump first. Once it was going, she put both cylinders in
place at the same time. Her nipples jerked involuntarily as the
suction took effect.