chapter 2

Lucsious lunch with the Mistress


She took the Spinach and Cheese Soufflé followed by the Veal Marsala. I ordered Escargots and... Veal Marsala. I was far too nervous to study the menu in detail and just ordered the same as Mistress Karin von Kroft did. I had arrived way too early and filled the remaining time with drinking a cappuccino (did the waiter raise an eyebrow because I ordered cappuccine at this of the day?) and rehearsing what I would say to Her. 

Time passed slowly, slowly. I watched the manager welcoming some luncheoners - most of them businesspeople but also one very old couple, nicely dressed to the occasion. I considered drinking a Jack Daniels, but considered that too dangerous. I looked on my phone every thirty seconds, just to see that only half a minute had passed. It felt like being out on the very first date of my life. And in a way that was exactely the case. Of course, I have had numerous lunch and dinner meetings, both professional and private, but this one was so much different. Meeting Mistress Karin von Kroft felt like having a date with… Madonna! Or Mick Jagger…, or - musically more of my liking - Sophie Barker, one of the singers of ZeroSeven. I felt unbelievingbly privileged to meet such a renowned woman as Karin von Kroft. But still, it was happening right here and right now. I saw Her entering the restaurant. Stunning, absolutely stunning She looked. Even more beautiful than on every picture of movie I had seen. She wore a camel colored pencil skirt, just above the knees, and a black blouse. Matching stockings, high heels and her looks were just perfect: cyclamen red lips, darkbrown eyes and the beginning of a smile. The manager welcomed Her and took Her to the table I was sitting at. 'Your guest has arrived', he said to me, quite unnessacary. I got up quickly, reached out my arm, shook Her hand and said: 'It's a great honour to meet You.' She gave me a smile and said: ' Hello, Bart from Holland, how you're doing?' Immediately I forgot all the sentences that I rehearsed so many times the last few months. I could only stare at Her and say: ' My God, you're even far more beautiful than I thought.' She smiled and said: 'Well, I guess I should take this as a compliment.' I nodded and started to tell how much I adored Her. She interrupted me. 'I understand you're a bit nervous, Bart. Just relax! I won't bite you. Yet... (smile). Let's order some food and than we talk a bit to get to know eachother.'  The Spinach and Cheese Soufle and the Escargots were served - I wished I had ordered something easier to eat - and than She said: ' Well Bart, why are we here? What kind of proposal do you have in mind?' I cleared my throat and said: 'Well, I'm going to make you an offer you can't refuse.' The joke appeared to be poor. I kept it for impossible that She hadn't seen The Godfather, Part 1, so I blamed myself for making such a lousy joke. 'Well, let's see what you have in mind.' The Veal Marsala was served and it took some time before the waiter left our table again. I kept silent while he was busy plating up. I didn't want him to hear me say: 'Mistress, I would like to be your slave for the next three weeks.' The meat was a bit chewey, the Marsala sauce too sweet: the eyes of the Mistress were dark and examining me.