The Amorous Agatha Christie 04 - Sex Stories

The Amorous Agatha Christie 04

Note- This is an alternative history tale featuring Christie as a thirty-year-old Flapper in the roaring twenties who becomes much sought after as a private investigator thanks to the success of her first, and only, novel. Embracing the free age, she also believes in free love for women. Kudos to Christie, one of the most revered English crime authors of all time.

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Chapter Six.

Cunning Linguists on the Orient Express.

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After a full day of rail travel, Agatha Christie still hadn't gotten used to the loud clacking sound of the wheels on the rails. As the railway train rocked noisily along steel tracks, the low-light electric lamps with shades threw some light on her surroundings. She had boarded the train in Vienna after a short visit to the Austrian Capital City and she was to spend one night in a sleeper berth before arriving in Paris. A short-haired brunette in a beret and cocktail dress smiled at her as she waltzed down the passage from the rear of the coach.

"Darling Agatha. There you are."

Agatha felt the heat of the train and the stuffy air and she waved her hand in front of her face like a fan. Dressed in a slinky evening dress with a jagged hem, she looked ravishing in her heeled metallic silver and ivory turban strap shoes. The dress was tight at the waist and together with the cascading centre neckline, her unfettered breasts were suitably thrust out.

"Frankie!"

The renowned author of The Mysterious Affair At Styles had met Lady ...

... Frances Derwent at various parties throughout the year and considered her one of her few friends. They were much alike, embracing the Jazz Age and enjoying life as any man might do.

The young English woman, known to her friends as Frankie, was a whip-smart socialite whom Agatha described as a clever, unflappable woman with a flair for fun and gaiety. She was the daughter of Lord and Lady Marcham who resided in Derwent Castle in Marchbolt, Wales. Frankie also had a London residence in Brook Street Mayfair. She had holidayed in Istanbul and was en route to Paris.

She was tall, slim, and dark. Twenty-eight years of age, she had an air of cool efficiency, much like Christie herself. She was the kind of young woman who could care for herself perfectly wherever she went. She had poise and efficiency and was very attractive. Her eyes sparkled and her burnished short hair had neat waves under her beret. The train took a curve and Christie clung to a high-backed chair and felt a strong hand hold her up.

"Careful Miss, it takes a while to get used to being aboard the Orient Express, we're going at nearly 60 miles an hour!"

The scarlet uniformed aide with the French accent smiled and walked away happily. He carried a silver tray with three wine glasses in his white-gloved hand. The redheaded Flapper peered after him as he headed to the next coach where she could hear loud chatter. She took Frankie by the elbow and they both tottered off along the narrow aisle.

"Come on. Let's ...