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    Roman d'une courtisane?

    Lana Red a quitte la profession mais elle ne s’éloigne pas entièrement, elle a décidé d’écrire un roman
    qui relate, la discrétion y sera présente, ses aventures. On peut lire
    un premier extrait ici:
    https://twitter.com/LanaRed_indy/sta...04054031310848
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    Super intéressant, je le lirais bien!
    I want to know everything. I want to be everywhere. I want to fuck everyone in the world. I want to do something that matters.

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    Très intéressant et bien écrit. Elle a du talent en tant qu'écrivain.
    Renault: I have often wondered why you don't return to America. Did you abscond with the church funds?
    Did you run off with a senator's wife? I like to think you killed a man. It's the romantic in me.
    Rick: It was a combination of all three.
    Renault: And what in heaven's name brought you to Casablanca?
    Rick: My health. I came to Casablanca for the waters.
    Renault: Waters? What waters? We're in the desert.
    Rick: I was misinformed.

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    Lana a publiée un second extrait de son journal:
    https://twitter.com/LanaRed_indy
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    I would love to read Lana Red's diary but when I right click and hit "translate to english" it doesn't so I am wondering if any of you know a way to get it in english?

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    Quote Originally Posted by edjohnson View Post
    I would love to read Lana Red's diary but when I right click and hit "translate to english" it doesn't so I am wondering if any of you know a way to get it in english?
    Of course that wouldn't work. It's an image. Lol... You would need to write it on a translator, or ask someone to translate it for you
    I want to know everything. I want to be everywhere. I want to fuck everyone in the world. I want to do something that matters.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Julia Sky View Post
    Of course that wouldn't work. It's an image. Lol... You would need to write it on a translator, or ask someone to translate it for you
    Julia > edjohnson

    Quote Originally Posted by edjohnson View Post
    I would love to read Lana Red's diary but when I right click and hit "translate to english" it doesn't so I am wondering if any of you know a way to get it in english?
    I will translate it for you...for a reasonable fee. $200 (i.e. one hour with Julia)

    It is a good read. I may decide to translate it for free. On verra.
    Renault: I have often wondered why you don't return to America. Did you abscond with the church funds?
    Did you run off with a senator's wife? I like to think you killed a man. It's the romantic in me.
    Rick: It was a combination of all three.
    Renault: And what in heaven's name brought you to Casablanca?
    Rick: My health. I came to Casablanca for the waters.
    Renault: Waters? What waters? We're in the desert.
    Rick: I was misinformed.

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    Here is my translation of Lana Red's first post of her story. I apologize in advance for any errors or misinterpretations of her text.


    I definitely feel more comfortable when the boss is a woman. The way she responded so professionally when answering the phone also gave me confidence.

    "A Beaute Plus" seemed like a classy name for an agency, and it was the first one listed in the escort advertising section in the newspaper where agencies are listed in alphabetical order.

    I viewed it as a sign that she is a smart businesswoman, this Madame Mado, and it was a promising beginning. Her address led me to one of the tallest residential towers in the city. I had never visited any such condo in my life. I was always raised in a big suburban bungalow and my poorest friend still lives in a mobile home.

    Walking though the door I entered a large open room that combined the kitchen and the living room, decorated in a modern style with vases of decorative flowers posed on glass tables.

    The TV was at least three times bigger than my family’s TV. The smiling boss greeted me as if I was her niece dropping by for a visit, but still lost no time before asking for my ID. She had to verify that I was eighteen years old, especially after seeing my blond curls and my pinkish baby-like cheeks.

    There was a girl about my age sitting on the dark green leatherette couch, with her legs folded on the side. Chanel had magnificent black hair that fell like a long coat over her bare shoulders. She wore a simple black dress that looked just right on her. She wore no jewelry or makeup and was barefoot.

    She was a devilish siren with a Snow-White complexion. She gave me the impression that she had traded her voice to the witch in exchange for her long, shapely legs. Chanel greeted me with a little nod, but didn’t say a word.

    There was a woman on the couch next to her who was wrapped in a short beige-cream satin dressing gown decorated with black Japanese characters. She had a feminine look despite her short boyish haircut. She extended her hand to me with the palm facing down in the manner of another time as if she were presenting her hand to a gentleman for him to kiss it.

    Mado introduced me to her as if she were a lady of high society: "This is Madame France.” It’s Francheska," the woman replied. The boss held back a little laugh and asked her when she had changed her name to Francheska.
    Renault: I have often wondered why you don't return to America. Did you abscond with the church funds?
    Did you run off with a senator's wife? I like to think you killed a man. It's the romantic in me.
    Rick: It was a combination of all three.
    Renault: And what in heaven's name brought you to Casablanca?
    Rick: My health. I came to Casablanca for the waters.
    Renault: Waters? What waters? We're in the desert.
    Rick: I was misinformed.

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    Next part:

    I could start immediately. I asked if the camisole and the jeans-fabric mini-skirt that I was wearing were acceptable, and I was told that the customers do not care about that.

    The men who do business with Mado are mostly married men, good family men, and according to Mado my baby face is the most beautiful “outfit” that I could wear.

    My new employer asked me about my weight, my height, my bra size, and wrote all this in a small notebook. She told me to go sit in the living room with the other girls and then she took her place nearby, at the end of the kitchen table with her big desk phone.

    Like a well-trained receptionist, she took calls and gave descriptions of the girls as if it were a pre-recorded message. She consulted her notes on the girls and recited the descriptions in a monotone voice, while changing her tone at the beginning and end of sentence: "It's 120 for a full hour, 100 for oral, 80 for masturbation. Tonight, we have Chanel, 19, 5 feet 8, 130 pounds, fair complexion, very long black hair, a full B bust.”

    “We also have Madame France, a beautiful mature and experienced woman, 45 years old, 5 feet 4, 115 pounds, brownish blond hair, a C cup.”

    “Then we have a new one, Lana, 18 years old, with long blond hair, 5 feet 6, 125 pounds, a full D cup.” So that was me, Lana, with ten pounds fewer. I didn’t really like this name and I suggested another one, but Mado simply replied that it's an exotic and wild name that goes well with my lioness's mane. Also, she said that Candy is a ridiculous name. She told me to go use a washcloth in the bathroom. My first client was on his way.
    Renault: I have often wondered why you don't return to America. Did you abscond with the church funds?
    Did you run off with a senator's wife? I like to think you killed a man. It's the romantic in me.
    Rick: It was a combination of all three.
    Renault: And what in heaven's name brought you to Casablanca?
    Rick: My health. I came to Casablanca for the waters.
    Renault: Waters? What waters? We're in the desert.
    Rick: I was misinformed.

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    Hé bien... Lana nous gâte avec un troisième extrait de ses mémoires, à lire ici:
    https://twitter.com/LanaRed_indy/sta...90081459916801

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    La suite, La soirée des hommes seuls admis. Plus pimentée:
    https://twitter.com/LanaRed_indy/sta...31344503398401
    Nae Quin! Nae King!
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