Brother Alexis was not a man of false promises. He immediately proceeded to write a letter of introduction to a certain Monsieur de Gr.. M…, who was at that time the leaseholder of all the charms of the girls at the Theatre Lyrique. The next morning Madame Thomas loaned me the necessary odds and ends; I dressed myself up as carefully as I could and before the afternoon I carried the letter to his address.
In front of me stood a tall, thin man with a leathery face whose phlegmatic expression exuded a coolness that went through bone and marrow. He wore a flattering morning robe but no trousers. A slight breeze played with his shirt and showed now and then two strong, cadaverous, bony thighs between which the limp relics of his manhood dangled downwards.
I noticed how his eyes occasionally glanced over me carefully while he was reading the letter and how his stern face gradually brightened. I took this for a good omen as far as my opportunities were concerned and I was not mistaken. Monsieur de Gr… M… invited me to sit next to him and mentioned that a girl as pretty and well-built as I was had no need for an introduction. But he would seize the opportunity to render a service to the public by presenting a find like me. While he was praising me with so many beautiful words he was also taking a thorough inventory of my most secret charms. And since the spirit of wickedness awakened his lechery step by step, the whoremaster pressed his lamentable flacidity into my hands. Now my time had come to employ all the knowledge I had gathered in Madame Florence's house at such a great expense, to see if I was up to the task of reviving this formless mass. Since it seemed to be totally impervious and insensitive to my rubbing and pulling, and even the squeezing of the testicles bore no results, I started to doubt if my efforts would ever become successful. I had almost given up when the idea hit me to tickle his anus and sodomize him with my fingertip. The unconscious engine suddenly jumped up out of its lethargy and developed such a remarkable manner that it seemed almost to become an entirely different being. To fully employ this precious moment and to crown my most important job, I moved my closed hand so enticingly yet firmly up and down that the monster was overpowered by the sweetest sensations and ejected big tears of gratitude which I kissed away.
Finally Monsieur de Gr… M…, who was ecstatic about the method I had employed, dressed hastily and personally took me over to see Monsieur Thuret who was at that time the director of the Opera. I was very happy that this gentleman liked me at first sight. Without thinking twice he allowed me to join the ranks of the charming young ladies of the Academie de musique royale and also invited us to dinner.
Since I prefer to bring variation into my recountings and descriptions, I will not bore you with an account of what happened that evening between Monsieur Thuret and me. Suffice it to say that the man was as horny a goat as Monsieur de Gr… M…, and it was just as difficult to get him into action.
I went back to Madame Thomas' to go to sleep but she was still awake and impatiently burning with the desire to find out everything that had transpired from Brother Alexis' letter. The next morning I moved into my new home, where I did not have to be afraid of police interference any longer.
Aside from the training in the storehouse, where I never failed to show up, I also received private lessons from “Malther the Devil.” I progressed so rapidly that within three months I was able to stay reasonably on my toes during the ballet.
The day of my first performance was marked by a rather funny interlude. One of my colleagues had been caught in the theater while committing a deadly sin. The female part of the conclave barely had time to digest this tidbit of news when they clamored for a severe punishment to give all of us a frightening example. The delinquent appeared before the tribunal of Monsieur Thuret to hear the verdict. The supervisor, La Chamaree, was willing to show mercy. But Madame Cartou, who was closely watched by her fellow-jurors, the ladies Fanchon-Chopine, Desaigles and Mother Superior Carville, declared that the consequences could be very dangerous if such missteps were forgiven; novices could be encouraged by lack of punishment to commit monstrous excesses, and might even cause a revolt among the girls of the Opera comique. She added that it was unforgivable and dishonorable to allow such indecencies to happen in this theater which, ever since its foundation, had been a model for the most tender and charming gallantry and courtesy. They had to punish this criminal female severely or else it would not take long ere no decent girl would be willing to join the ranks at the Opera. Madame Fanchon-Chopine gave her final opinion and insisted that the girl should be immediately stricken off the payroll. Monsieur Thuret, who was very well aware of the fact that he could do nothing to change the minds of those blockheads, declared that the guilty girl had lost all honor and privileges and was immediately, without the right of protest, released from the opportunity to show her pretty face and beautiful legs ever again upon the stage of this august institution.