The forbidden Salon. I arrived at the salon. At the… | by The Contemporary Courtesan | Sep, 2025
I arrived at the salon. At the entrance, there were a few small steps. She opened the door, pronounced my name, and invited me into the waiting room.
I remember I had never felt such powerful sexual energy before. It gave me shivers. Her gaze was soft yet intense, her voice velvety and tender, you could listen to her speak for hours.
Everything was dark, illuminated only by candles. The scent felt like home: a mix of caramel and butter. In fact, it was exactly her perfume “Caramel Beurre Salé.”
I sat down on the couch. The house was warm. The air itself made you want to let go, to stay forever. I was completely mesmerized by the place.
She came back with a tray, an infusion with the taste of cinnamon, apricot, and apple, plus a mysterious “Elixir of Love,” as she called it with a smile. I couldn’t tell if she was joking or serious.
Next to the cup was a small chocolate wrapped in hazelnuts.
She sat beside me, looked into my eyes, and asked how I was.
At that moment, I saw the ideal femininity I had been searching for my whole life. She radiated womanhood. She knew exactly how to behave how to soothe, how to reassure.
She told me she had always wanted to welcome a girl like me into her salon. Something she had dreamed of bringing something new, unique, almost revolutionary into the scene. She hinted at me joining her team of masseuses, but at the time, I thought she was just expressing a desire. After all, I was there only for video editing…
Then she explained the tasks.
She led me into her private room:her sanctuary. She showed me her desk with her computer.
My job, was to finish the video portraits of the women and men in her salon.
These were sensual portraits, short films where the women (and men) danced, swayed, and moved elegantly while the camera followed their bodies.
I didn’t know it then, but that was my first lesson: to watch, to listen, to edit, to study how these women moved, how they played with the camera.
She insisted that I only work on the videos inside the salon, never at home. I didn’t understand why at the time, but I didn’t mind. It meant I could immerse myself in this atmosphere, this sensual yet powerful world.
Her office was a treasure chest of seduction: shelves filled with books about sex, seduction, philosophy, courtesans, and spirituality. Statues of Venus, silk robes, erotic objects, all surrounded by the soft fragrance of roses.
She was a modern courtesan.
Everything about her was connected to seduction, love, sensuality, knowledge, and power.
I wasn’t just in an office, I was in the private chamber of a courtesan.
It felt as if I were a little mouse sneaking into a forbidden, secret world.
Day after day, I grew to love staying there. Sometimes, I would peek through the keyhole and watch the women walking with their clients, how they spoke, how they laughed, the way they touched an arm mid-conversation, the confidence in their walk.
Each woman had her own style. One was shy, her eyes always lowered. Another was bold, independent, self-assured. Some played the role of the sweet, coquettish little girl.
Everyone had their own way of pleasing.
At the time, I carried a blue velvet notebook. I wrote down everything, their clothes, their heels, the way they tilted their heads when a man spoke. Even when the Mistress herself dropped subtle secrets or advice, I took notes.
For the first time in my life, I felt in my element.
After school, I would run straight to the salon. It became an adventure, not only editing videos but also existing in a space where my femininity was free, where there was this forbidden tension in the air. I often stayed very late, but I didn’t care. Every night I learned something new about this world.
Of course, the next day at school, I was exhausted. Sometimes I even fell asleep in class. But I didn’t care.
When I finally finished my tasks, she paid me.
It was a huge amount, more money than I had ever received in my life. I was thrilled, already dreaming about all the clothes, shoes, and even a new computer I could buy.
Then she told me something that shocked me —
The sum she had given me wasn’t even half of what the tantrikas in her salon earned.
She opened a box full of envelopes, each stuffed with bills. She explained that every hour, another few envelope entered the box.
Of course, it was a form of manipulation.
She wanted me to see that money, that this could also be my future.
She told me:
“You are unique, beautiful, sensual. With your energy, your personality, and your beauty, you could attract the most powerful clients. Think about it. I promise you a life of luxury. But never forget, always stay in school, because education is important.”
Then she asked me:
“So, do you want to be a tantrika, my dear?”
And I replied without hesitation:
“YES, I DO.”
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