Club Belle Tori Book I of the Club Belle Tori trilogy Michelle Hoppe Published 2003 ISBN 1-931761-72-6 Published by Liquid Silver Books, imprint of Atlantic Bridge Publishing, 6280 Crittenden Ave, Indianapolis, Indiana. Copyright © 2003, Michelle Hoppe. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, recording or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the author. Manufactured in the United States of America Liquid Silver Books http://www.liquidsilverbooks.com Email:
[email protected] Cover Art by Ariana Overton This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents and dialogues in this book are of the author's imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental. CHAPTER ONE The sleek black limousine began the steep climb down the winding road to the desert floor below. Victoria Lane relaxed deeper into the seat as her mind drifted back to the first time she had made the trip up this hill sixteen years ago. Before the trees had grown so tall, before the club became "the" place to be, before she became wealthy. Back to the first time she had seen the mansion, majestically situated on top of this hill, overlooking the glittering lights of Las Vegas. Smiling to herself, she remembered the first time she explained to her best friend, Pierre DuMonte, what it was she envisioned Club Belle Tori would
become. "We will create a place where people can live their fantasies," she had told him. "An exclusive club with outrageous works of art, expensive drinks, and twenty of the most beautifully decorated guest rooms ever imagined." Pierre had smiled as if he were indulging a young child, and dutifully accompanied her to the mansion, listening as she described the club. "The ground level will be the lobby, club, and guest rooms," she had explained as they entered the massive foyer. "We will hang life size erotic art in black frames with gold mattes here in the lobby. A reception desk will be positioned between two of them, over there," she pointed, on the left side of the room. Spinning around with her arms outstretched, she indicated the entire room. "Overstuffed couches and chairs will be tastefully scattered around. And in front of the grand staircase we will place a large table with a beautiful vase of fresh flowers." Victoria remembered Pierre looking around the rooms, asking a few questions, and basically acting like he was interested. He had, without protest, listened as she explained how they would divide the upper level into two sections. "One will become a private residence for me and the other will be offices and storage," she assured him. She knew he thought she was only dreaming. She knew he thought the club would take more money than they could come up with. Yet, here they were sixteen years later and their success was greater than either of them had ever expected. Victoria was pulled back to the present by the sound of Pierre's voice, "Tori?" She smiled. Her nickname sounded so sexy when he said it. Turning to face him she purred, "Yes, Pierre "You seem deep in thought. Want to share?" "Oh it's nothing. I was just thinking about the first time we saw the mansion." Now it was Pierre's turn to smile. "It's been a long, successful road, Belle." "That's somewhat of an understatement don't you think?" "Perhaps. All I know is I've enjoyed every moment, and I have you to thank for dragging me into a wonderful life." The sound of her laughter filled the air. "Did I drag you, handsome? It seems to me it took very little effort to get you to go along with all my plans." "Okay, drag is the wrong word. Nonetheless, I will always be grateful for the life we have." "As will I my friend." Their conversation ended as the limo came to a stop. Stepping from the car, Victoria and Pierre moved toward a large white tent, which had been erected for their use this evening. "So tell me why you brought me out here." Pierre reached out and took Victoria's hand. "For several reasons," he responded. "Such as?" "Well first to enjoy the sunset from high above the desert floor," he stated as he pointed to a brightly colored hot air balloon sitting beside the tent."
"Sounds wonderful, handsome--any other reason?" "Yes, I believe we need a night away from the club to relax and talk." "That's the one that scares me." "Which?" "Talking! We have been through this too many times already." Pulling her close Pierre lifted her easily into the basket of the balloon. "Well first we fly," he said. Climbing aboard, Pierre expertly handled the controls, as the balloon lifted into the air. **** At six foot three, two hundred and ten pounds of masculine power, Jason Hunter was a wealthy, educated, world traveler. With a devilish twinkle in his piercing blue eyes and lips that seemed to be forever curved with delight, he was more than the typical tall, blonde, and handsome. Women noticed him the moment he entered their line of sight and most took a deep breath as a small knot of longing hit the pit of their womanhood. At forty-two he was still single, though never without the company of a lady if he desired one. Jason enjoyed the finer things in life: excellent food and wine, the best hotels, and fancy cars. His clothes were custom made to fit his body like a glove, and even when he was dressed for relaxing, there was something about the cut and style of his clothing that attracted attention. He walked with the confidence of a man in control. Considered charming and sensual by women, intelligent and sometimes arrogant by men, Jason exuded a commanding presence, and was very aware of the effect he had on those around him. It had been two days since he arrived in Paris to check on the overseas offices of Hunter Consulting. His business partner and best friend, Samuel Grimes, had been getting the new location up and running for the past four months. Jason was satisfied with the setup and progress, and after two days of meetings and conference calls he was ready for some personal time. After all, Paris is the city of romance and since Sam had everything in order, Jason decided it was time to do a little sightseeing. He and Sam had plans for dinner later in the day, so with little hesitation he dialed the office to let Sam know he would not be attending today's round of meetings. After a quick check with the front desk for messages, Jason exited the lobby of the Hotel de Paris. Turning left on Place de la Concorde, he started a leisurely stroll toward The Palais. The early morning sun was warm on his face. People walked down the streets, cars and buses crawled along in heavy traffic, and the sounds of a busy city surrounded him. Finding a small outdoor café, which was less crowded than most, Jason located a table and ordered espresso. While he waited for the coffee to be delivered, his eyes scanned the surrounding area, meeting momentarily with those of a nice looking woman on the other side of the courtyard. Her gaze rested on his lips and he smiled, tipped his head in greeting, and was pleased by the sweet look of desire lighting her eyes. Motioning to a waiter, Jason asked that his card be delivered to the table where she was sitting, having jotted a quick note on the back requesting she join him. Moments later he was rewarded with a nod of acceptance. Jason's eyes lingered on the curve of her legs as she stood and walked in the direction of his table. Her body was graceful and slender; her long auburn hair framed a lovely face, and hazel eyes shone in the morning sun. Jason stood at her approach, extending his hand to take hers. "Bonjour," he said with a
perfect French accent. "Bonjour," she responded, as she placed her hand in his, allowing him a moment to lift it to his warm lips for a quick kiss. "I am Jason, it's a beautiful day to be in Paris and my good fortune to find such a lovely lady to share it with," he said, motioning her to a seat at the table. With a sensual smile she replied. "Oui, Paris is a wonderful city. I am Erica; it's nice to meet you." The city noise slowly filtered into the background as Jason gave his undivided attention to the lovely Erica. **** Translucent pink and purple hues streaked across the evening sky, swirling and floating on air currents high above the wind-swept desert laid out below. The lights of Las Vegas shone in the distance, their brightness fighting to keep the dark evening sky from descending on their fun. The majestic balloon softly dropped to the desert floor, touching gently as the sound of raised voices caught on the air. Victoria and Pierre climbed from the basket and strolled back toward the tent, all the while continuing the discussion that had been spinning in circles for over two hours. "Pierre, I don't want to talk about it anymore." "I realize that Tori, but this conversation is not going away, and until you give in or fire me, we will keep having it." The look that crossed her face was one of sadistic delight, "Fire you?" she laughed. "Like you would let me, and even if I did, you wouldn't go and you know it." "So true Belle, and yet..." "And yet, what?" She demanded her patience at an end. "You know I'm not going to fire you and I know you're not going to leave, so let's have the damn discussion and be done with it." Pierre smiled. "We could have saved all this frustration, if only you had agreed I was right two hours ago." Victoria turned and playfully slapped Pierre on the ass as she ran the last few yards to the tent. She could hear his footsteps close behind, gaining on her. Suddenly, she was swept from her feet and lifted high in the air, her legs arching up as he pulled her to the ground, his body acting as a soft landing pad beneath her. He had her pinned against him, his lips nibbling on the soft flesh of her neck. "Stop squirming," he said between tender nips. "Hell no," she laughed as her body wiggled more in an effort to escape. His grip tightened and his lips attached to her ear lobe. Sucking hard he heard her moan. "Stop squirming Tori," he stated again, his voice becoming firm. "Okay," she hissed between clenched teeth as her body relaxed. Pierre released her and allowed her to roll away from him. Pulling herself into a sitting position, she smiled and in the most seductive voice turned to him and said, "I thought you wanted to talk handsome, not fuck."
"I do want to talk Belle and you're not going to distract me from this conversation with any of your tricks. So stop looking at me like a cat with a mouse, turn off the sex appeal, and plant your ass in a comfortable position, because talking is what we are going to do." Victoria moved over to a pile of pillows and made herself comfortable. Glancing quickly out the corner of her eye she saw Pierre adjusting his shorts and chuckled. With very little effort on her part this conversation could be delayed once again. It was a fleeting thought though, because she was tired of it all and just wanted it over, done, finished. Since they came out here this evening with the express plan to get it out in the open once and for all, she decided to stop playing games and get down to business. "Okay handsome, you have me in the middle of nowhere. No phones, no clients, no staff, and no distractions, so hit me with your best shot." Pierre rolled his eyes. "You don't need to be so dramatic Tori--I just want to talk" **** Eight hours later Jason returned to his suite. Opening the sliding doors to the balcony he stepped out into the evening air. Lights and noise filtered up from the city below as he thought about the hours of empty pleasure just spent with Erica. "What is wrong with me?" he asked aloud. It had nothing to do with Erica, or any of the other women he'd been with, it was something in him. The passion and fire he knew existed deep within was not there. The desire to give completely to a woman was not there. Love or anything closely resembling love was not there. He couldn't put his finger on the problem but knew his life was in need of a change. Months ago he had come to the conclusion it was time to find a woman he could spend the rest of his life with. A woman to share his hopes and dreams, who liked to travel, enjoyed romance, and was not opposed to indulging his sexual fantasies. For months now he had been searching, and for months he had been disappointed. Shaking his head and glancing at his watch, Jason realized he needed to get ready for dinner with Sam. He headed to the bathroom stripping out of his clothing as he walked through the bedroom. Letting his pants drop to the floor, he stood naked, the hard muscles of his body flexing as he stretched his arms over his head. Moving his shoulders from side to side, he continued to stretch. Pulling the muscles of his back and legs tight, he held the position for several minutes while allowing his mind to relax. Releasing slowly he moved into the bathroom and stepped into the shower allowing hot water to pour down his frame. Once again his mind toyed with the idea of the perfect woman. She must be sexy, intelligent, confident, and of course beautiful. Does such a woman exist? And if she does, how was he supposed to find her? Thoughts of women from his past came to mind, beautiful brainless ladies, not one of whom he wanted to spend eternity with. Stepping out of the shower he dried his body with a soft towel, still running down the list of ladies he had dated, concluding not one had all the qualities he was seeking. Another look at the time and he shook off the distracting thoughts of his personal life, dressed for dinner, locked the door to his suite, and took the elevator downstairs to the restaurant. **** Le' Embassadeurs was dining at its most refined elegance with excellent cuisine and service beyond reproach. Jason was shown to a table located near the windows, where Sam was already seated. "So, how was the sightseeing?" Sam inquired, as Jason joined him at the table. Smiling, Jason replied, "It's a beautiful city, full of beautiful women. All in all it was a great day."
"What's her name?" Sam asked with amusement. "Erica" "And, did you..." Sam started. "Don't ask," Jason interrupted, "I had a nice day, but nothing really special. Let's discuss something else." "Like what?" "Anything, I don't care as long as it's not about women." "Sure Jase, whatever you want." Both men stopped talking to study the menu and place their orders with the waiter. Throughout the meal, Jason and Sam enjoyed light conversation on a multitude of topics, from business to travel. Once the meal was complete and the last of the dishes had been cleared from the table, the Masterpiece Port Finish was served. Both gentlemen lit Ornelas' as they relaxed into their chairs. "So, what do you think of Las Vegas?" Sam asked out of the blue. "I haven't been there in several years. Gambling is not something I enjoy, so except for the shows and great food, I don't find much of interest there," Jason replied. "Why?" "Umm, just thinking about your little problem with women." "I never said I had a problem with women and you know it." "Not exactly," Sam laughed, "you know what I'm talking about Jase." "Yes Sam I know what you are talking about and while I don't remember asking for any help, I take it you have a solution," Jason replied, his tone of voice a little sarcastic, "Not a solution Jase, I have a woman for you, a woman who will light a fire deep within your soul. She's everything you've ever wanted and then some ... beautiful, sexy, intelligent, wealthy." "I'm listening." "Her name is Victoria, and she owns a club called Belle Tori. This club is very private, members only, and extremely elegant. It's a house of sexual pleasures and is like nothing you've ever experienced before." "She's a prostitute?" Jason demanded in a harsh tone. "Fuck no, that's not what I said." "Hell it isn't," Jason hissed. "Damnit Sam all I need in my life at this point is a whore." "I told you she's not a prostitute," Sam yelled, causing several heads to turn in their direction. Lowering his voice and leaning closer to Jason, Sam continued, "Listen Jase, I'm sorry for bringing it up. It's just that Victoria Lane is like no woman I've ever met before. If ever the gods put a lady on this earth for the sole purpose of being with you, this is the one." "Just drop it Sam, I'm not going to Vegas and that's the end of it." Leaning back in his chair, Sam sat quietly. It had never been easy getting Jason to do something if his
mind was against it. All he could do was plant the seed and hope it grew. He waited silently for five minutes, while pretending to be engrossed in the artwork hanging on the wall above their table. Jason sat there stony silent, his eyes focused on some mystery spot beyond Sam's head. Finally growing uncomfortable with the silence, Sam spoke, "Time to call it a night Jase, I've got a busy day at the office again tomorrow." Suddenly pulled back into the moment, his voice sounding far away, Jason replied. "Sure Sam; and I'm sorry for getting so worked up about your suggestion. I'm just not interested at the moment, you understand?" "Don't give it another thought Jase, it was just a crazy idea anyway. I'll see you tomorrow." "I'll be in around noon," Jason replied, as he stood to shake Sam's hand. Sam turned to leave the restaurant as Jason picked up his port and walked back inside to the Piano Bar. Finding an empty table close to the windows, he ordered another drink, gazed out at the city of lights, and was soon lost in thought... He had started Hunter Consulting at age thirty-one, after spending ten years working for his father's electronics development firm. During that time he had learned everything he could from anyone who would take the time to teach him. One day he walked into his father's office, thanked him for the opportunities he had been given and announced it was time to strike out on his own. His father wished him the best of luck and allowed him to make his own path from that moment on. It took two years of hard work and more than a little money to get the consulting firm up and running, and five more to make it the vastly profitable corporation it was today. Those first seven years Jason spent sixteen-hour days at the office, put every penny he made back into the company, and lived for work. A personal life was not something he could indulge in during those years. Then the day came when everything was working perfectly, he didn't need to be in the office day and night. Actually, he could leave for three months and things still worked like a well-oiled machine. All he needed was his laptop, cell phone, and the occasional quiet corner, to run his office from anywhere in the world. And that was just what he had been doing for three years now. So why, he asked himself, am I so unsatisfied with my personal life? Like his subconscious mind might somehow have the answer. I can't believe Sam actually thinks I'd be interested in some Las Vegas club owner, even if she's not a whore. What had he said about her; beautiful, sexy, intelligent, and wealthy? Well I don't need a wealthy woman and why am I sitting here thinking about her? Fuck! Picking up his glass he tossed back the last of the drink, stood, and walked to the elevator. **** Victoria knew what he wanted to discuss, they had been dancing around the issue for months now. For some reason Pierre had decided it was time she had a full-time man back in her life. She wasn't sure it was the right time, although it had been seven years and perhaps she was ready for that type of closeness again. She had been sitting there staring at him for several minutes, trying not to blink before he did. These games they played were fun most of the time, and she usually enjoyed them. At the moment though she was more then aware this conversation was going to get heated before it was over. It wasn't that she planned to disagree with him in the end; it was just a piss off that he wanted to push the issue. Pierre sat, waiting for Victoria to start flinging objections at him. Yet, after ten minutes of silence, during which time she had just stared, unblinking, into his eyes, he began to speak. "You know I love you with all my heart Tori."
"Of course I do." "Then why do you fight me so hard on this matter?" "Is that what you think I'm doing, handsome? Fighting you? This is not fighting Pierre, this is accepting fate. I don't need a man in my life full-time. I'm happy with things as they are." "Fate? Happy? These words do not ring true Tori." Pierre's voice was sad. "I'm not willing to sit by and watch you grow ever more distant. It's time you started living completely again, and you can't do that without a life partner." "God Pierre, you sound like a mother hen. What's wrong with my life? I have you, I have the club, I have friends, and of course I have all the sex partners a woman could ever want." "It's not the same, all those sex partners, and you know it." Pierre's voice was getting frosty. "My darling Pierre," Victoria said her voice soft and placating, "I know you want what is best for me, and I'm not saying I won't find another man to love some day. Now is not the time, that's all." "When is the time?" "Baise! You're not going to let this alone, are you? You're going to push and prod until I give in and do what you want. So why in Gods name are we having this discussion anyway? Why the hell don't you just bring on the parade of men and get it over with?" When Victoria started swearing in French, Pierre knew he was losing ground. He was tempted to take her in his arms and kiss her delectable lips. She was losing patience and he knew it. Yet this was so important, and they had all night here in the tent to explore the pleasure of each other's bodies. Right now he needed to get her to agree with his plan, without of course knowing it was a plan. "Victoria, please! There will not be a parade of men," he hesitated, than added with a chuckle, "just one. All I'm asking is that you let me review incoming applications for membership and if the right man applies to the club, you let me arrange an evening. All I want is for you to give yourself over to the pleasure of one man for one night and see what happens." "Okay," Victoria sighed. "One man, one night. That's all. Then my handsome French lover, you let it drop and promise not to bring it up again for five years." "It's a deal." Pierre smiled, as he moved his body to recline against the pillows. "Come here mon amour and we shall seal the pact with a kiss." Victoria leaned forward, without moving closer, and with a deep tone to her voice continued. "And Pierre, this gentleman, when you find him, has one hour to make an impression or he's out the door." Having said her piece, and not giving much thought to Pierre's confidence, Victoria moved to straddle him, her lips poised over his. Lowering her head, her tongue licking over her lips, she found his mouth as her body relaxed onto his. Their lips closed over tongues, and his arms pulled her tight against his chest. His hands began a slow dance along her spine, lifting her blouse over her head. His fingers worked the clasps on her bra, freeing her breasts to rest against his bare skin. Their kiss deepened as moans of pleasure mingled with the sucking sound of tongues being drained of moisture. Pierre moved his hands to her waist, lifting slightly to take her weight off his hips. She came up onto her knees and using her hands released his cock from the tight fitting shorts he was wearing. His rod stood erect as she moved her hips over him and slowly lowered her body down onto his shaft.
Her honey coated his cock as she started a slow, steady thrusting of her hips. Riding up and down on his cock, Victoria leaned her head back and closed her eyes. Pierre took her breasts in his hands and began to massage them. The sounds of their pleasure moans danced past the walls of the tent and ran along the desert floor. As the sun slipped deeper below the horizon and the sky darkened to night, they found pleasure in the slow sensual dance of bodies joining as one. **** Several drinks and three hours later, Jason was still wide-awake, staring at the ceiling and thinking about a woman named Victoria Lane. Why did Sam think she could light a fire deep within his soul? Hell he thought, I don't believe in soul mates, love at first sight, or any of those other crazy romantic ideas books foist on the general population. "God, this is ridiculous," he said out loud to the empty room. Sitting up he reached for the phone. "Hello," a very groggy voice said on the other end of the line. "Sam, this is Jase, wake your ass up and talk to me." "Jesus, you got any idea what time it is, why are you awake?" "Because of you damn it, you put this idea of a perfect woman in my head, then drop the bomb she's a whore, and expect me to drift off to dreamy sleep. Shit." "I told you she's not a whore, goddamn it Jase stop calling her that!" "Okay sorry, just do me a favor and get your ass over here in the morning and fill me in on this club in Vegas." "What changed your mind?" Sam asked, a smile settling on his lips. "Not sure, just go back to bed and be here in the morning." "Okay." Sam said as he hung the phone, rolled over, and slipped back into slumber, confident his plan was working. Jason was not so lucky; he stared at the phone receiver in his hand, shaking his head, "I've lost my fucking mind, I know it," he yelled into the now dead phone line. "I'm going to be sorry I ever started this and I'm going to deserve everything this woman does to me." Slamming the receiver back into its cradle, he reached for the bedside lamp and hit the switch, sending the room into darkness. Lying down on the bed and closing his eyes, he drifted off to sleep with thoughts of a seductive slut swimming around in his head. CHAPTER TWO The knock on the door came at precisely eight o'clock. "Come in Sam, its open," Jason yelled. Coming through the door, Sam found Jason with his hair still wet from the shower, his shirt open, and looking far too relaxed for a man who hadn't had much sleep the night before. He and Jason had been friends since high school and were like brothers. Having grown up together, gone through college and all its nightmarish parties, then eventually ending up in business together, there was a closeness most men don't experience. "Have a seat," Jason said, "I've ordered up some breakfast, should be here in a couple minutes." He walked over to the table and sat down facing Sam. Not wasting a moment, Jason said, "Let's have it, why do you think Victoria Lane is the woman the gods created for me alone?"
Sam looked uncomfortable for a minute, than started to explain. "During my trip to Vegas last year, I heard about Club Belle Tori from a friend. I filled out their application, paid my fee, and became a member of the club two days later. That evening I arrived at this elegant estate on the outskirts of town. It is the most exquisitely decorated home I've ever been in." "Home? I thought you said this place is a club." "I did, but it's in a mansion. Magnificent place, with rolling lawns, courtyards, pool, and some of the most expressive sexual art I've ever seen. When I arrived, I was introduced to the staff and other club members. For the first couple of hours I enjoyed exploring sexual fantasies with a variety of women and groups. Then Victoria entered. I can't explain what happened to the crowd, it was like everyone in the place knew she was there. Didn't matter what they were doing, how involved they were, she commands the complete attention of people just by her presence in a room, and she lives up to the name Belle Tori." "So the club is named for her?" Jason replied, having assumed Tori was short for Victoria, and knowing Belle was French for beautiful. "Yes, she's stunning and confident. Walking sexuality is what I would call her. She joined in various activities going on in the main salon, which is when I first came into contact with her." Sam lowered his voice, even though they were alone, "I was involved so to speak with a lady in a swing, when Victoria walked up behind me and started running her fingers down my back. God, my cock was slamming in and out of a wet pussy, and suddenly I have fingernails trailing down my spine. As a shiver ran through my body, her hands slipped between my legs and she started massaging my balls. All the time the woman in the swing is screaming at me to fuck her." "Every man's fantasy," Jason stated with a touch of sarcasm. "Don't know if it's every man's, but it sure as hell was mine." Sam continued with a note of frustration in his voice, "so you want to hear the rest of this or not?" "Yes, go on, I'm all ears." "Okay then. Without going into all the details, let's just say it was better than any fantasy I'd ever dreamed. When the three of us were completely drained, Victoria leaned over and invited me to go for a walk around the grounds with her. Well damn, I wasn't about to turn the offer down. Only thing was after we talked for a while I realized this woman could never be mine. She's special, one of a kind, captivating, and god, so damned sexy, but I'd never be able to share her with the club. I'd want her all to myself and I know she would soon tire of that. Having come to an understanding in my own mind, I nonetheless spent the next several hours with her, talking, laughing, cuddling..." "Oh, and let me guess, fucking?" Jason snarled. "Will you shut up? No, not fucking. Except for the threesome in the salon, she and I have not had sex." "So what did you find to talk about for several hours?" Jason asked, a note of relief in his voice. He loved Sam like a brother; however, since he had decided to go after Victoria he was pleased to know Sam hadn't had one-on-one sex with her. There'd always been an unspoken competition between them, and Jason didn't want Sam to know the pleasure of her body, especially if he ended up falling for the woman. Jason turned his attention back to Sam just in time to hear his deflated response. "Nothing. Everything. It's hard to explain. She told me about the club, a little about her life, and we discussed sex."
"Why am I not surprised?" Jason stated, sarcasm creeping back into his voice. "Damnit Jase, last night I told you Victoria is not a whore. She believes society has unrealistic boundaries with regards to sex. The ideal of one man mated with one woman, that sex is for making babies, that a couple needs to be married or sex is a sin, she doesn't agree with any of these things. She is free from all those bonds, open, honest, and willing to let each person decide what is right for their life. She does not judge people on their sexual behavior, and expects others to grant her the same respect. The club is her outlet for exploring all of life's possibilities and God does she enjoy pleasuring the human body." "And why do you think she would be interested in a relationship with me?" Jason asked with a questioning tone. "I told you I'm ready to settle down." "Yes you did. You also told me you wanted someone who can share your need for sexual gratification. And I believe what you really want is someone to love who will also let you get your dick wet in other pussies once in awhile. Am I right?" "Yes," Jason whispered, as he shook his head no. Closing his eyes, Jason's voice became louder as he yelled "NO!" Then looking into Sam's eyes, a pleading note in his voice he stated, "Hell I don't know." "Listen Jase, one of the last things Victoria said to me is that some day she hopes to find a man she can make love to. I didn't understand at first, so she explained. Sex is of the body, making love is of the body, mind, and soul. I truly believe you are the man she is waiting for." Jason stood and moved to the desk. Picking up the phone he dialed a number and moments later issued orders, "Get the plane ready. I want to be in the air within the hour." Sam sat stunned for a moment then asked, "Where are you going?" "Las Vegas." **** It was mid afternoon and Pierre had been working on reviewing membership applications for the last thirty minutes. The beeping intercom interrupted his train of thought, and he reached for the handset without looking. "Yes, Sophia." "Sorry to disturb you Pierre. The gentleman insisted I tell you he's on the line." "Gentleman? What gentleman?" "Mr. Samuel Grimes." "It's okay Sophia, what line?" "Four." Pierre pushed the button for line four, "Sam it's nice to hear from you. Any news?" "Bonjour Pierre, yes there's news. Jason arrived here a couple of days ago and I started dropping hints last evening at dinner. This morning he grilled me for a long time about the club and Victoria, and then out of the blue he picked up the phone and ordered the company jet. When I asked where he was off to, he said Las Vegas." "This is wonderful Sam," Pierre's voice held a touch of excitement. "When does he leave?" "You'd be better off asking when does he land. The plane is already in the air. They left Paris two hours
ago, so you should be expecting a call from him anytime in the next twelve hours. Have you gotten Victoria to agree to a partner yet?" "It wasn't easy, but I got her to say yes last night." Pierre's mind was trying to digest everything; it was all happening so fast. He and Sam had cooked up this plan weeks ago, and now they finally had all the pieces in place. "Did you say the plane is already in the air?" "Yes. You need to let Sophia know when he calls, not to forward it to Victoria. You have to take this call Pierre." "That won't be a problem, Tori doesn't take membership calls anyway," Pierre assured him. "Good, I'll leave it in your hands from this point on, but I do want regular updates so keep me posted." "I'll do that Sam; it's too bad you can't be here to watch the fireworks." "Yes, well if everything goes according to plan, I'll have ample opportunity to witness future fireworks. So keep me posted and enjoy the next few days. Au revoir, Pierre." "Au revoir, Sam," Pierre responded as he punched button four to disconnect the line. Pierre smiled to himself. This was going to work out beautifully, even with the short notice. He really had expected Sam to give him more warning. Laughing out loud he thought about Jason Hunter demanding the company jet be made ready to bring him to Vegas on such short notice. This was going to work, he told himself. Soon Tori would be back to normal. Of course, there would be a new man to help adapt to her lifestyle. However, if everything Sam told him about Jason was correct, this should be a piece of cake. Pierre was very pleased with himself at the moment, and if it were not for the damn phone ringing again he would have just sat there and enjoyed congratulating himself. Reaching for the phone he hit the button for line two. "Bonjour, Pierre DuMonte speaking, may I assist you?" "Hello Mr. DuMonte. My name is Jason Hunter and I'd like to find out about applying for membership to Club Belle Tori." Pierre almost dropped the phone. He must be calling from the plane since there was no way he could have arrived in Las Vegas yet. "Of course Mr. Hunter, what can I tell you?" **** It was very early Friday morning and the first rays of dawn were just breaking in the east, casting a soft light on the garden path. Pierre had found Victoria walking toward the pool house and quickened his step to catch her. "Tori," he raised his voice to draw her attention. Victoria stopped, turning toward the sound of his voice and smiled, "Morning, handsome." "Another great night and beautiful dawn." "Yes, I plan to take a quick swim and then I'm going to bed. Did you need me for something sweetheart?" "Just wanted to let you know I've found Mr. Right. He will be here Sunday night."
"What do you mean you have found Mr. Right?" she demanded, the look on her face one of complete disbelief. "Just what I said Belle. I have found a gentlemen I'd like to partner you with." "God Pierre, did you have this guy under the damn desk? We just had this discussion four days ago, and already you're telling me the perfect man has applied for membership." Pierre had purposely waited until this morning to tell her about this for two reasons. First he didn't want it to seem too fast, and second he didn't want her to have too much time for thinking before Jason arrived. "Must be that fate you were speaking of, Tori," he said with a grin. "Fuck fate! I want to know what kind of game you're playing, handsome." "This is no game. It just so happens that a gentleman called earlier in the week, said he heard about the club from a member who is traveling in Europe, and he wanted information." "Okay and how does that lead to this man being the right man to partner with me?" Victoria's voice held a note of frustration. "Well, apparently, this European member had spoken to the gentleman about you in particular, and he requested a formal introduction." "Who is the European member?" "He didn't say and I didn't think to ask." "Well isn't that convenient." Victoria's voice dripped with sarcasm. "You did agree to this Belle, and whether it happens this Sunday or next should not matter. The whole idea is to bring some excitement into your life. What better way than fast, before you have time to change your mind?" "Okay Pierre, so what is the gentleman's name?" "You will have to wait until Sunday, Belle." "What did you find on his application to convince you he's the right man to receive a formal introduction to me?" "You will find out Sunday." "Is that all your going to say Pierre?" "As a matter of fact Tori, it is. And don't bother grilling the staff, because I've told them not to speak a word of this to you. The man will be here Sunday evening, and that is all you need to know for now." Pierre's voice was not only smug; it held a note of finality. Victoria smiled and, looking directly into Pierre's eyes, stated. "Just remember the deal handsome, one man, one night and then five years of silence." With her parting shot fired, Victoria turned and walked to the pool house. "You'll be eating those words before this time next week Belle." Pierre shouted after her, waiting for her to turn and stomp back. When she continued on her way, he realized the battle was won and decided a swim sounded like a great idea. Walking quickly, he stripped out of his clothing and once at the side of
the pool, dove into the deep water. Moments later Victoria joined him and they spent an hour enjoying the cool water, swimming laps and ignoring each other. CHAPTER THREE Stifling heat radiated up from the blacktop surface of the streets, the sun still five hours from setting, a dry hot wind blowing through the trees doing nothing to cool the air. It was the fourth day temperatures had topped a hundred and five degrees here in this desert oasis known as Las Vegas. The soft hum of air-conditioning units could be heard all over the city, desperately trying to keep up with demand. Whether in a casino, hotel, office, or home most of the city's population had sought refuge inside. A few brave souls walked the strip, although it wasn't likely they would stay out long in this unbearable heat, moisture being sucked from their bodies by the unrelenting sun. It was three in the afternoon on Sunday and Yvette had been at Belle Tori since eleven; busily directing the cleaning staff, checking to make sure orders for supplies had been placed, and meeting with Pierre to see if anything special needed to be done. The housemaid Janice had informed her, a lady from last night was still asleep in one of the rooms downstairs. A quick check with Pierre and she knew it wasn't someone she need concern herself with. Smiling to herself, she realized Cindy must still be there and now understood why Pierre was so anxious to get through the list of chores. A last scan of the checklist assured her all was done, so she headed up the stairs to the private residence of the club's owner. The strong smell of freshly brewed coffee slowly filtered into the air. Victoria heard her enter and knew it would soon be time to leave the satin comfort of her king size bed. Stretching her arms out of the sheer sheet covering her naked body she let them hang in the air a moment. "Morning, Yvette" she said, with the sleepy, sensual voice of a woman just waking from a peaceful slumber. "Good afternoon, Tori." "What's the temperature today? And for heavens sake, please let it be less then a hundred." With a slight laugh Yvette informed her that the temperature was indeed still hovering around a hundred and five. Letting out a loud sigh, Victoria pulled the sheet over her head and growled. "God, is this heat wave ever going to end?" It was not as if she expected Yvette to answer the question, since it had been asked several times in the last few days, but she asked anyway. Maybe if she was lucky the walls would answer, or maybe God was listening and would get the message that she, Victoria Lane, was tired of the heat. Realizing neither of these things was likely to happen; she sat up and took the cup of coffee Yvette had been holding for the last several moments. Sitting back against the headboard, sipping the black brew that was so necessary to her day, she grabbed the remote, hitting the on button, and the TV mounted in the wall opposite the bed came to life. The flickering faces of afternoon news anchors came into focus and Victoria spent the next twenty minutes sipping coffee and watching the afternoon broadcast. Meanwhile, Yvette was flittering around the room, replacing candles, picking up discarded clothing from the evening before, and drawing a warm bath. "Do you want another cup of coffee, or do you want your cigarette now?" "I still have coffee, so just a quick smoke and then the bath will be fine." Victoria replied. Yvette had been with her for five years. She was not the maid, not a secretary. Her job was more administrative assistant, charged with keeping Victoria on task and on time.
Lighting the cigarette and taking a long drag, Victoria leaned back once more and closed her eyes. Since she only smoked one a day, she made it last as long as possible and enjoyed it as much as she wanted. She knew these things were bad for her, but figured it would take years for one cigarette a day to put enough shit in her lungs to make any difference. All too soon the cigarette was gone and the last of the coffee was drained from the cup. Hitting the off button for the television, she climbed out of bed. The reflection of her naked body in the mirror across the room brought a smile to her lips. Not bad for thirty-seven. Breasts still firm and perky, without benefit of silicone, waist slender, tummy flat, and hips just the right size. Most of her five foot seven inch body was made up of slender, sexy legs which caused men to turn their heads and stare. Long blonde hair framed an oval face, set with velvety dark eyes, kissable lips, and delicate features. Turning once to check out her ass, which was tight and smooth, Victoria headed for the bathroom. The steam rising off the bubbling water, the soft whine of the motor, and movement of liquid and foam indicated the bath was ready. Victoria stepped down into the fragrant water and slowly lowered her body into the wet heat. Leaning back, letting her head rest on the pillow, and stretching her legs out fully, Victoria thought about the last couple of days. Pierre was very pleased, as he'd been able to keep everyone from revealing even the slightest hint about the new member. This mystery man, as she had come to call him over the last couple of days, specifically requested he be allowed to partner with her during his first visit. She was wondering now why she had given in to Pierre's demands that night a week ago in the desert. At the time she had never imagined he would find Mr. Right so quickly. Pierre had made the decision and told her in no uncertain terms she would just have to wait until tonight to find out what the mystery man had planned. Try as she might, he just keeps saying, "You will be more then pleased Belle." Letting her mind go blank, Victoria slipped deeper into the hot, swirling water. The jets were turned so each was directed at a sensitive area of her body. Two shot steaming water at her nipples, two were aimed at the bottoms of her feet, two directed motion toward her waist, and one was pointed right between her legs. This last jet was set on high and with her legs slightly parted sent a pulsating stream of water straight at her clit. She laid there letting the swirling water do it's job, which at the moment was just to awaken muscles which had been sleeping for the last six hours. **** Pierre was pleased that no one had given in to Tori's questioning about Mr. Hunter. He hadn't even told her his name and she didn't know that he had met the man twice already. He was not worried about her reaction, once she had spent a few hours with Mr. Hunter. This evening was key to getting her back to normal and he was frustrated with the slowness with which the hours were going by. It was three in the afternoon and he had just spent the last two hours doing paperwork in his office. He knew Victoria was still in the residence and wouldn't make an appearance downstairs before six, so he planned to take his mind off this evening for awhile. Except for Yvette, no other staff members were currently on the premises, meaning he pretty much had the place to himself. With everything complete, he quickly glanced at the security screens to confirm all was quiet, then headed to the room occupied by the only remaining guest from last evening. Pierre opened the door knowing Cindy was likely still asleep on the bed. She had stripped out of her panties and a sheet did little to cover her naked body. With music softly playing in the background, Pierre stood in the doorway watching her sleep. He knew she had had plenty of time to rest and was expecting him to wake her when the afternoon chores had been completed. He was not about to disappoint her. Kneeling beside the bed he trailed his finger down her cheek. Her eyes fluttered briefly and his lips
descended to hers for a light kiss. He could feel her awaken and let his hand move to her body, finding her nipple, which he squeezed to bring her fully awake. Her eyes opened and a smile settled on her lips, yet before she could do anything Pierre seized her hands pulling her to a standing position. Cindy liked sex hard and fast, and would rather have a hard cock than a cup of coffee, which was fine with him. He felt the need for release and ramming his rod in and out of her hot, wet folds without foreplay was just the ticket. As Cindy came to her feet, Pierre spun her around, bending her at the waist, gently pushing her toward the edge of the bed until she was kneeling in the position he wanted. Without words he grabbed her ass, spreading her cheeks as he bent to wetly kiss between the trim mounds of flesh his hands held apart. His fingers probed for the entrance to her love tunnel. Reaching for a dong lying on the night stand, he pushed it past her vulva, eliciting a cry of pleasure from her. Stepping away, he quickly unzipped his pants, kicked off shoes and made short work of removing his clothes. His cock sprang to attention as soon as it was free of his clothing, hard, straight, and ready. Pierre moved back into position behind Cindy. His hands grabbed the dong and pushed it in and out of her pussy several times. Her moans filled the room and he knew she was wet and ready for the real thing. Pulling the toy from within her, he guided his muscle to her lips and pushed in about an inch. "Tell me you want it baby." "I want it Pierre." "Make me believe it." "Please Pierre, fuck my pussy." Gripping her hips he plunged hard and deep, his tool hitting her inner wall, her juices lubricating him completely. Three times he pulled out, then immediately slammed his rock-solid rod deep. Her moans turned to screams as she continued to beg. "Fuck me, slam me hard, slam me deep. Make me cum all over your cock." "You like it hard baby?" "Yes, oh yes, hard, fast, deep. Keep fucking me, make me cum." "I want you to cum baby, really I do, but not until I make your body so hot it wants to explode." "Make me explode," she cried. "Not yet gorgeous, but soon. You need to pump now baby, fuck my cock." Cindy moved her hands to prop herself up more and started pumping against his hips. Pulling forward and back, driving his love muscle in and out of her pussy. The juice was flowing and she could feel it start to trickle down her inner thigh. Pierre had his hands on the small of her back as he watched her breasts bounce with each thrust of her hips. Her tits were big with hard swollen nipples, which moved in motion with her body. "Let me pump now baby," he said, "I want you to take your nipple in your mouth and suck hard. Can you do that for me?" Without responding Cindy quickly changed position to hold her body up with one hand, using the other to guide her breast into her mouth. She started sucking and was sure to make noise so Pierre could hear her efforts. Her nipple was hard and as she sucked it became more and more sensitive. Pierre kept pumping in and out, his penis seeming to get deeper with each thrust, the noise she was making increasing his desire. He tilted his head to get a better look at her suckling her own breast when she suddenly let go
to complain. "I'm so hot, so very hot." Her voice broke though the intense fog of lust, which had settled on Pierre, and he smacked her ass. "Less talking and more sucking beautiful." Taking her nipple back into her mouth she resumed sucking, a soft moan escaping her lips at the sound of his voice. His dick slamming in and out of her pussy, hitting hard against her walls as the heat built more and more. Hot cum flowed in waves over his shaft, spilling out with each thrust and running down her legs to puddle on the sheet. Overcome with heat, Cindy once again released her tit as her screams filled the air. Pierre slowed his hips, letting her muscles grab his shaft tighter and tighter as she pushed molten fire from deep within her recesses. Pierre started pumping with even strokes, in, then out, cum visible on his cock, then in. "I'm going to make you cum again," he said with a heavy voice. She could tell he was close as well, but knew he would make sure of her pleasure before he released his load. Pierre had more control than most men she knew and she loved cumming again and again. "I'm going to make you scream loud baby. You're going to scream and cream, then scream some more." Cindy felt the blood pounding, his and hers. His shaft so deep and pumping so hard, that she could not answer him, even if he expected her to. With another wave of orgasm rising to the surface, she pulled her head up, opened her mouth, and screamed. Filling the room it echoed off the walls and continued as he fucked her again and again with his instrument of pleasure. She could feel the orgasm ravage her insides, as she screamed at him, "Fuck me damnit! Make me cum!" Pierre was deaf to her passionate plea, as he was getting close to release himself. The blood pounded in his head, as he felt the hot liquid move toward release, her pussy sizzling with liquid fire, his rod sliding effortlessly in and out. He knew instinctively the more he pumped after each orgasm the more sensitive her vagina became and the easier it was for her to cum again. He continued to slam in and out, holding back his own release. "Fuck me baby, pump your hips and fuck me," Pierre demanded as he felt her start to thrust her hips. He bent at the waist and with a hand on each side of her body, grabbed her breasts as he thrust deep inside. Holding her tits in his hands he squeezed as he fucked her pussy. Slamming hard against her ass with each downward movement of his cock, pulling on her nipples, he continued until he heard the low rumble of another scream start deep within her throat. As Pierre positioned himself to deliver another penetrating thrust, her head tilted to the ceiling and she let out an ear-piercing scream as together they came. Hers mingled with his, bodies sweating, as he deposited hot jizzim within her folds. Lifting his head toward heaven Pierre joined her in a hot-blooded scream of climax. **** The water was warm and the aroma of vanilla filled the room, as Victoria allowed her mind to drift to this evening and the new member she had been told to expect. Having pictured him in her mind's eye over and over again, she had been able to fantasize to her hearts content. He would be tall, dark, and very sensual, his voice deep and seductive. Thinking about him now she could feel the need building from deep within, her pussy throbbing from the jet blasting a stream of water at her clitoris. Keeping a fantasy picture of him in her mind, she took a handful of bubbles from on top of the water and slid her body up enough to let her nipples break the surface. As the cool air hit them they jumped erect, and her fingers slowly traced over them covering the tips with bubbles. They were hard, erect, and in need of massaging, as her fingers worked magic, moving over each nipple then down under her breast. Stroking up and down, circling the nipple, up and down again, pulling gently on each in turn. They
became more sensitive with each stroke, an ache welling ever closer to the surface. Taking her breast she slowly lifted it to her lips, licking with her tongue over the top of the Ariel then using her fingers to slide the nipple into her mouth, she closed her lips over it. Sucking gently her hand played with the other breast, tasting vanilla from the bubbles as she sucked harder, feeling it grow more ridged. Her tongue played over the tip as the ache between her legs increased and she pushed her tits together taking both into her mouth. The firm nubs of her nipples were caressed by the texture of her tongue as she sucked them deeply into her mouth. Sliding her hands slowly down her body, she traced softly over her tummy. Her fingers found her clit as she leaned back in the tub, letting her legs open 'til they touched the warm porcelain. As the water continued to shoot between her legs, her fingers played softly over her clit rubbing back and forth. The heat deep inside built with the rhythm of each stroke of her fingers over her swollen mound, head arching back as warm water pulsed against her clit. Stroking in circles over and over again, she felt the honey deep inside moving closer to release. Her fingers moved ever faster as she pumped against them, sliding two deeply inside finding her g-spot and pressing hard. The water was washing over her skin in waves now as the movement of her body increased, hot honey coated her fingers as the orgasm arced toward release. Her muscles grabbed hard, pulling her fingers tighter and tighter against the walls, enveloping them within the soft folds of her pussy. Pushing hard, thumb stroking over her clit, she could feel the heat coursing though her body as the orgasm exploded against her hand. She started pumping in and out as the cum flowed, muscles contracting harder and harder, the orgasm shaking her entire body, her breath coming in shallow gasps. As the spasms subsided her body relaxed back into the water and she closed her eyes. The soft tap at the door, as the hazy fog of climax started to dissipate, brought her back to earth. "Yes Yvette, I'm coming." It must be approaching five o'clock and as much as she might have liked to stay there and continue enjoying her own pleasure, she had to get moving. After all, she could not be late arriving downstairs to greet the guests or the mystery man. Stepping out of the tub, she dried the wetness from her body with a soft terry-cloth towel. Taking a bottle of moisturizer she smoothed scented cream over her legs, stroking up and inward until she reached her clitoris. Slowly her fingers massaged the still swollen mound, creating a small ache of need. More cream, and she massaged it into her breasts, rolling the nipples until they were once again erect, then down over her tummy and back up over her shoulder and down each arm, in one continuous motion. The sensation of her hands moving over her naked skin stirred the heat within. Shaking her head to clear the cloud, and taking a deep breath she reminded herself the evening held heavenly sex, and stepped from the bathroom. Yvette had laid out her clothes for the evening. A black mini skirt, red silk bustier, black garter belt with hose, and a pair of three-inch heels, all intended to make heads turn. "You look relaxed," Yvette said with a knowing smile. "Hmmm yes, I always enjoy my bath" "Yes I know." "Any calls while I was busy?" "Pierre just called, sounded a little out of breath," she smiled, "I think Cindy stayed over."
"I'm not surprised after last night," Victoria laughed. "She seems to be insatiable." "Sounds like Pierre will be in a good mood for awhile, maybe I'll take advantage of the situation and see if I can get him to go for a threesome." "Good for you, and if he doesn't want to play, just let me know and I'll arrange something," Victoria offered with a smile. "Now let's get busy or I'll never be ready to go." Yvette moved to the dressing table and they began the ritual of dressing, styling, and makeup **** Like a caged animal Jason was pacing the floor of his suite, the heat doing little to improve his mood or make the wait more tolerable. Remembering the look on Sam's face when he had announced he was going to Vegas was the only totally enjoyable moment he had had in the last five days. Having completed the application process for Club Belle Tori, he'd met with Pierre DuMonte twice to discuss this evening. After that he'd waited five days in this heat, and now with the minutes ticking by at a snails pace, his patience was fading fast. Jason had made the decision before he boarded the plane to give in to his desire to meet this lady, even if it did seem like Sam had set him up. He'd been searching for a life mate on his own for over two years now without success, so maybe Sam had more perspective on the issue. If nothing more came of this evening than some great sex and a few days away from the office, it would be worth it. He planned to give freely and completely of his passion, and if any doubt still remained about whether Victoria Lane was all Sam claimed her to be, he would put it to rest. He would hold nothing back and if fate was willing he hoped to find the fire deep in her soul and set it free. Maybe in doing so he would find his own fire. The ringing of the phone interrupted his train of thought. Picking up the handset he listened to the front desk clerk tell him his limo was waiting in front. He dropped the phone back into the cradle, grabbed his over night bag and said a thank you to the room at large that it was finally time to leave. The limo ride to Club Belle Tori would take only twenty minutes. Relaxing into the seat, Jason poured himself a Springbank on the rocks, and watched the city pass by as they exited the strip and headed toward the distant hills. Pierre was waiting at the door when Jason arrived. Victoria was still upstairs, so they had time to get everything ready. "Hello Pierre," Jason said as he took Pierre's hand in a firm shake. "Bonjour Mr. Hunter, welcome to Club Belle Tori. It's nice to see you again." Pierre moved back from the doorway to allow Jason entry to the lobby. "Is it always this fucking hot in Vegas?" "No, it's unusual for this time of year actually." Pierre laughed as he and Jason walked toward the club, "its cooler in the bar." Once inside the softly lit room, Pierre led Jason to a small seating area and motioned him into a high-back chair. Jason took a seat among several people. "Let me introduce you to the staff," Pierre said. "This is Tony," Pierre indicated the young man sitting to Jason's right. "Tony is our bartender and all-around resident stud."
Tony reached to take Jason's outstretched hand, "It's nice to meet you Mr. Hunter." "And you, Tony." "And the beautiful ladies to your left are Sophia and Nikki. Our lovely Sophia is in charge of membership verification, and customer relations. Nikki's job is to make sure everyone has food and drink, toys and joys. Both ladies are responsible for making sure that clients want for nothing." Jason stood, bowed slightly as he lifted first Sophia's hand, then Nikki's to his lips for a soft kiss. "It's a pleasure to meet you both," Jason said in a voice dripping with sensuality. Sitting again, Jason noticed that both ladies were smiling and both seem completely unable to speak. "I was hoping to introduce you to Victoria's secretary Yvette as well," Pierre stated, "However she is still in the residence at the moment so it will have to wait until later." "I'm sure I will have the pleasure before long," Jason replied, a smile lighting his eyes as he noticed both Sophia and Nikki were still staring unabashedly at him. "Okay kids, time to get back to your stations," Pierre said while directing his attention to the staff. Pierre always called these three the kids, because they were all in their twenties and he at forty-seven was an old man in their eyes. Jason waited until he and Pierre were alone, glanced at his watch to see it was almost six, than asked, "When does Victoria usually arrive?" "She'll be downstairs around six, however, she won't make her entrance into the club until eight or so," Pierre responded. "I've directed Nikki to bring you some dinner and a drink. Things will get pretty interesting from here Mr. Hunter, and of course you're free to join in the activities while you wait for Tori. All I ask is that you return to this seating area by eight-fifteen." "Why is that?" "I don't want Tori getting a look at you until I make the introductions." "Any special reason for hiding me?" "Not really," Pierre responded, "I just want to see her face when she meets you, that's all." "Is there something you're not telling me?" Jason asked with a note of frustration in his voice. "No, not at all. It's just that things are done in a certain fashion here at Belle Tori, and waiting for a formal introduction to Victoria for potential partners is one of them. It's always been this way Mr. Hunter." "I'm sorry Pierre; the heat is making me testy. Of course I'm more then pleased to follow your customs here." "It's okay Jason; the heat has us all a little testy, including Victoria." "Any last minute advice?" "No, just keep in mind that Tori will be the one to decide if you stay. I'm not worried that she will ask you to leave or anything, it's just been awhile since she has had a partner, so I can't really be sure." "Put the doubt out of your mind Pierre. Not only am I staying the night as Ms. Lane's partner, it's possible I will be staying for an extended period." Jason wasn't being cocky, it was just his natural
confidence coming through. He had given a great deal of thought to this evening, and if Victoria was only half what he'd been led to believe, then most likely he wouldn't be leaving anytime soon. "Strong self-assurance will only take you so far with Victoria, Mr. Hunter," Pierre stated, a gentle laugh just below the surface of his voice. This man was going to turn Tori's world upside down he thought to himself. "But I'm looking forward to the next several hours." Jason laughed out loud, filling the room with his deep tones, "As am I Pierre, as am I." Nikki arrived with the food and drink Pierre had ordered for Jason. Pierre took his leave and headed to the lobby with Sophia to do a last minute check before the rest of the guests arrived. Nikki sat the plate in front of Jason, taking a long lingering look at his handsome body, then turned and walked away, still unable to say a word to the man. Jason laughed again, hoping that Victoria's female staff would find their voices before long; otherwise it was going to be a long couple of hours. Lifting the lid from the plate in front of him, Jason found a thick steak cooked to perfection. A glass of Springbank was sitting next to the plate. Jason was pleased by the attention to detail here at the Club. They had asked about his eating and drinking habits on the application, and it was nice to know they actually used the information to please their guests. He slowly began to eat as he watched the room start to fill with people. Happy with things for the moment, Jason enjoyed sitting alone in his private little corner of the club, sipping his favorite beverage. **** Victoria arrived downstairs at exactly six o'clock. Sophia was stationed at the check-in desk, the security alarms having been turned off, and the doors unlocked. The late afternoon sun was getting lower on the horizon, although there was little relief from the heat as of yet, and the guests started to arrive, their cars as diverse as the people. Some drove themselves; while others had limos drop them off. It was a parade of handsome men and elegantly dressed women from all walks of life. Yet they all shared a common love of sexual pleasures, all types of sexual pleasures; and they were not afraid to indulge their fantasies. This time of the evening was enjoyable for Victoria, talking to members who might not have been around for several months. Greeting new people and putting faces to the names on membership applications. It was as if she already knew them, and yet had no clear picture until they were announced on arrival. She played hostess in all ways, making sure each had checked in with Sophia, been assisted with their overnight cases, and shown to the bar for a drink. Pierre's job was to make sure everyone already in the club was introduced to each new arrival. Victoria wondered if the mystery man had arrived early. It would be just like Pierre to have him show up before anyone else so he could hide him somewhere in the mansion. Pierre had gone to extreme measures before, but nothing like this time. He had even hidden the application so she couldn't sneak a peek. Laughing to herself, Victoria decided this was actually turning out to be more fun than she would ever admit to Pierre. With a smile on her lips and a bright dazzle shining in her eyes, Victoria gave herself over to the evening. After a couple of hours greeting members, mingling with those lingering in the lobby, and passing out hugs and kisses by the dozens, Victoria heard a familiar voice. "VICTORIA" his voice boomed off the ceiling as he entered. "Don, you good looking hunk of man," Victoria replied, moving closer to allow him to take her in a bear hug. Lifting her easily into his arms he spun around three times before setting her feet back on the floor. Thank God he kept his arms around her because she felt a moment of dizziness wash over her.
"One of these days you're going to drop me, you big lug." "Never happen," he said with a grin breaking across his face. "How are things going these days?" "Never better Victoria, never better." "That's good, and in case you didn't know, I'm glad to see your face after all these months." "It's good to be back, can't wait to get a look at tonight's guests," he laughed. "And if I don't find anything interesting I'll be looking for you beautiful." Victoria smiled at the compliment, "You best look hard sweetheart, because Pierre has partnered me this evening." Throwing his hand to his chest, a mock look for grief on his face, Don responded. "Hell, wait 'til I get my hands on Pierre. No wait, come to think of it, when did you having a partner ever stop me?" Victoria laughed at the tone of voice he used. Don had been a member of the club for several years, and never brought a woman with him. He was the type of man who loved moving from room to room, sometimes watching, sometimes joining in, but always wanting a new partner from hour to hour. Victoria knew he would seek her out even if Pierre told him not to, so she just smiled, placed her hand on his and pointed to the bar. "Well head on in and have Pierre introduce you to the group, I'll be joining you a little later." "Will do," he said bending to plant a kiss on her cheek, then turned and headed for the bar. "He's such a bear," Sophia said as she walked toward Victoria. "But you gotta love the size of his cock." "Yes, he's one of a kind." "I think that may be a good thing, could you imagine having more then one like him here on the same evening?" Laughing, Victoria replied, "God wouldn't that be a wild thing?" "Yes. Wild might not be the right word though, more like crazy and insane. Anyway it's almost eight, you ready to close the doors for the night?" "Yes, 'tis time to let the games begin." Moving toward the front door, she set the lock on the gate using the security panel, officially closing the doors so to speak. If you had not arrived by now, you were out of luck for tonight. Scanning the room they saw the last of the guests had moved to the bar, so Sophia and Victoria headed toward the stairs. "Looks like a good crowd this evening." Sophia said. "Umm, yes." "So, you excited about the mystery man?" "What do you think?" Victoria replied with a soft laugh.
"I think you're going to be very, very pleased." "So everyone keeps telling me, and I guess time will tell. For now, why don't you go join the fun in the bar, and tell Pierre I will be there soon." "Okay, you sure you don't need anything else?" "Just a little time alone." Knowing Victoria didn't want company, Sophia walked back across the lobby, disappearing through the doors of the club. Victoria continued up the stairs to her office, once inside she locked the door and flopped on the couch. As she sat there, her eyes closed, she allowed her mind to drift to thoughts of the good thing they had going and their ever-increasing membership. There were a few simple rules people agreed to in writing before being accepted, the most important one dealing with alcohol. It was a hard and fast policy--no drunkenness or drugs would be tolerated. If a guest was caught with drugs or became so drunk as to create a problem, they were removed from the club and their membership was revoked. Club Belle Tori didn't offer refunds either, so at twenty grand a year per person, people usually didn't break the rules. Victoria normally arrived inside the club a little after eight. She liked to give members time to get their first drink, eat a little if they were hungry, and find partners before she made her entrance. She also needed a little break before the evening went into full swing, usually dozing off for fifteen minutes and then waking, feeling refreshed and ready. At the moment her mind was not capable of relaxing for more than fleeting minutes because it was continually drawn back to the mystery man. Sleep or anything remotely like sleep was impossible. "Good lord Victoria stop it, just haul your ass off this couch and get down there," she said to herself. Shaking her head and glancing once in the mirror to make sure everything was still in place, she hit the light switch, opened the door, and headed for The Club. CHAPTER FOUR She heard his voice before her eyes adjusted to the dim smoky light coming from within. "Tori, mon amour," his French accent always had the ability to send tingles down her spine. His warm lips descended on hers as his hands pulled her into a probing hug. Returning his kiss, she let her tongue slide into his mouth for a quick taste, lingering just a little to allow the scent of his cologne to register. "Hello Pierre," their bodies parted as they walked toward the bar. "You look handsome tonight as always." Pierre smiled, "And you look good enough to eat, Belle." "Mmm, well maybe later handsome, for now I'm wondering if you have anyone special you'd like me to meet?" "I do believe there is, and all you have to do is be patient just a little longer." Pierre replied with a sly grin. "Oh I can be patient, the question is, can the mystery man?" "We shall see." As they reached the bar, she realized one corner of the room had been slightly changed. She guessed correctly that the mystery man was in the seat, now conveniently facing away from view. So Pierre was going to play this all the way, she thought. Well she could appreciate the effort and let him know, "Nice
touch, handsome." "Oui, I thought so," he smiled as he directed her into a chair at the bar, kissed her quickly on the cheek, and walked away. **** Jason knew she had entered the room, not because he could see her, he felt her. He knew she was close and his mind wondered why he should suddenly have this connection with a woman he had never met. Shaking the thought from his mind he realized this was the moment he had been waiting for. The moment he would get his first look at the woman he'd come half way around the world to meet. Knowing her attention would be centered on her entrance, he turned, allowing his eyes to drink in the vision of her loveliness. He knew from Sam's description she would be beautiful, and now he had a new definition of beauty. Watching her lips meet Pierre's for a kiss and the natural way her body molded into an embrace caused his heart to race, and a twinge of jealousy to hit his stomach. He was thankful his corner was bathed in shadows and as he stared, she playfully ran her hands over Pierre's body. His breath caught in his lungs as her body was released from the embrace and he got his first look at her breasts. They were pert, well shaped and held in place by a red bustier, which was skintight. Her shapely legs captivated his attention next, the mini skirt she wore doing little to hide the curve of her ass. Sam hadn't exaggerated about her looks or elegance. Even dressed as a sex goddess, no one in their right mind would mistake her for a lady of the night. She was stunning. His heart skipped as he heard her voice for the first time, the lilting tones. It seemed strange to his mind that he was connected with her in someway already. Why did he sense her presence, and what was it about her voice that had his cock standing at attention so quickly? His senses were reeling. This didn't happen to him. He was always in control and yet, he felt drawn to her side. A need to touch her, to make sure she was real, overwhelmed him. He moved to stand when a voice close to him broke the spell Victoria's presence had woven over him. "Mr. Hunter." "Um," shaking his head Jason turned, "Yes Sophia, did you say something?" "Just wondering if you need anything?" "No thank you." Jason replied, then changing his mind said, "Wait." "Yes" "Bring me a pen and paper please." Taking a pen and note pad from her pocket, Sophia handed them to Jason. "Hold on a second please," Jason requested. Writing a quick note, Jason handed it to Sophia with instructions to take it to the bar and have Tony follow his instructions to the letter. "Yes Mr. Hunter, anything else?" Jason smiled, "Unless you can speed up time or make everyone in this room disappear, I don't think so." With a soft laugh Sophia left to take the folded note to Tony. ****
Victoria settled into her normal seat at the top of the bar overlooking the dance floor, which gave her a view of most of the people sitting around the tables. She noticed Tony was busy with a blonde who seemed to have captured his attention. She knew however that he, like everyone else, was more than aware she had arrived and knew he would break off the conversation as quickly as possible, most likely worried about keeping her waiting. Although Victoria had never expressed displeasure with the job Tony did as bartender, she knew he still worried if he kept her waiting very long. Scanning the room she admired the way candlelight flickered and danced off the crystal and artwork hanging in several places throughout the room. She could hear voices from every corner of the main salon, music was playing, food and drinks were flowing freely, and several couples were already engaged in what could only be described as foreplay. Pierre was working the room, getting anyone sitting alone hooked up with others, making sure everyone had whatever toys they might want. As her eyes settled on the exit to the east wing, she noticed Don heading out the door with three couples. Maybe if the mystery man didn't pan out, she would go looking for him after all, she thought to herself. Tony finally freed himself from the blonde and was mixing a drink, which was good; she felt the need for the soft warmth only vodka could induce. Tony was young, only twenty-four and about as good looking as they got. His brown hair was shoulder length, offset by piercing dark eyes and a tall slender body. The cobalt shirt he was wearing did nothing to hide the muscles of his chest. His lean body moved with a masculine grace all its own, and Victoria had enjoyed the months spent teaching him all the sexual tricks a man needed to know in order to please a woman. "I assume we are drinking the normal this evening?" Tony's voice swept through her thoughts. "Yes, we are." "Things seem to be getting off to a fast start this evening, compliments of the gentlemen at table four," he stated as he placed the drink in front of her. "Hmmm, really now, and did you tell the gentlemen I don't accept drinks from men I haven't been formally introduced to?" "Yes I did, he said I should deliver it anyway, and to tell you he is intrigued by thoughts of what you are not wearing under your skirt." So the mystery man moved quickly which meant he had either not listened to Pierre's instructions, or he was a man who felt confident in his own looks and power. "So tell me what you think Tony." The devilish twinkle in his eyes let her know he was about to say something outrageous, "I think he will make you soak your panties the moment you set eyes on him, that is if you wore panties." Her laughter filled the air, "Really now Tony, you know I don't fall that fast." "Well maybe so boss, but tonight I think you might be in for a surprise." "Okay, Tony. Tell Pierre to make the introduction as soon as he is finished doing whatever the hell it is he's doing." She smiled, "and Tony, bring me a drink he hasn't paid for." "Already on my way boss." Watching Tony's ass as he headed back to the middle of the bar to mix another drink, she smiled. Alone once more, her eyes scanned the room again. She took pride in knowing every member and except for
the few new people, knew everyone here by name. In fact she had enjoyed sex with most of them at one time or another, and before the night was over, she would know many of the new people, intimately. "Here you are boss, a drink he hasn't paid for," Tony chuckled as he sat the glass in front of her. She gave him a smile and wink, than lifting the drink to her lips she licked around the edge of the glass. The distinct taste of cranberry and vodka hit her taste buds. Tilting the glass up she allowed a large amount of the liquid to flow into her mouth, where it floated, coating the inside of her cheeks. It burned slightly as it worked its way down her throat, her tongue sliding over her lips to capture any moisture still lingering there. "You rang?" Pierre whispered loudly, his mouth very close to her ear. She jumped ever so slightly at his voice so close, then she turned to face him. With a warm glow of anticipation lighting her eyes, and using a voice dripping with sex, she looked directly into his eyes and said, "Belle Tori is ready to rock and roll." With a knowing smile, he walked off in the direction of table four. **** "Victoria," Pierre's voice came from her left as she stood to meet him. A very tall gentleman was standing slightly to Pierre's right and just out of her line of vision. "I would like to present Mr. Jason Hunter. Mr. Hunter, may I present Victoria Lane." She extended her hand to him and instead of his hand she found herself being presented with a long-stemmed red rose. His voice was deep, masculine, bold, "It's a pleasure to meet you Victoria." Taking the rose, inhaling deeply, she slowly lifted her eyes to get a first look at this man. "Please call me Tor..." she started to say, but the lump in her throat prevented the words from coming, "God I'm staring into the face of Adonis," she whispered under her breath, then raising her voice, "Mr. Hunter, hello." He extended his hand to take hers and lifting it to his lips planted a warm kiss, as Pierre walked away chuckling at her sudden inability to speak intelligently. Her surprise lasted only a moment, and then regaining her composure she smiled. Jason returned her smile, knowing very well the affect he was having on her senses. Finally finding her equilibrium, Victoria asked, "Will you join me for a drink Mr. Hunter?" "Please call me Jase." "Okay, Jase may I buy you a drink?" "Actually, I believe I owe you a drink, since you didn't accept the first I had delivered." Was he trying to bait her, she wondered? "Okay Jase, lets have a seat and we will debate who owes whom a drink, and please call me Tori." "If you will allow, I'd rather call you Victoria. It's such a passionate name for such a seductive lady," Jason stated as he lowered his agile body into the chair next to hers. Tony walked over to take their order and she could tell by the look in his eyes he wanted to ask if he was right. She let out a soft laugh as Tony stopped in front of them.
"Is something funny?" Jason asked. "Well actually, Tony here has a question and is just dying to know the answer." Tony took this teasing in stride. "I can wait for my answer," he said. "But, I'm willing to bet I was right." Jason looked confused and she decided to give him his first shock of the evening. "Yes Tony you were right, they would be soaked if I wore such a thing." "Are you talking about what I think you're talking about?" Jason smiled. "Um hmm, Tony told me earlier you were so good looking it was likely when I met you I would soak my panties." With a smile on his lips, Jason leaned into her body, whispering softly, "I'm very glad to have had the desired affect on you, Victoria. Perhaps, if it's not too bold, might I taste your excitement?" Without waiting for an answer his hand slid beneath her skirt, touching briefly on her inner thigh. His skin was warm and his body was very close, shielding his actions from the view of others. She felt his breath on her neck as his finger found her clit and slowly stroked over the wetness coating it. Her eyes closed, a low moan escaped her lips as his hand withdrew from between her legs. "Mmm" he said, as she opened her eyes to see him slowly lick his tongue along his finger, the look in his eyes one of desire. She swallowed hard, "What are you drinking this evening Jase? Besides me of course," her voice cracked. Realizing she needed a second to collect herself she looked at Tony. Jason laughed as he also gave his attention to ordering drinks. Any debate over who would be paying for them ended when Jason signed the tab. Having spaced for several seconds, Victoria took more than a few deep breaths, then returning her attention to Jason, she realized she was alone with the mystery man. Victoria knew Tony had come back with the drinks, not because she saw him do it, but because she had a fresh drink in her hand, and for several minutes she and Jason sat silent, sipping from frosted glasses and gazing into each others eyes. Jason broke the silence first, giving her a quick history of his life. She learned that he owned a consulting firm, loved to travel, liked moonlit walks on the beach, and read novels in front of the fire on cold winter evenings. Jason realized he had stunned her, and was only too pleased to carry the conversation. He talked while she listened and the time faded away. All too soon Pierre was back, informing Victoria it had been an hour. Jason sat there quietly while Pierre and Victoria whispered. "Tori, I need to know if you want to invite Mr. Hunter to stay," Pierre asked softly. With an impetuous smile, knowing she had no intention of letting him leave at this point, Victoria leaned over and asked. "Well Mr. Jason Hunter, how would you like to spend the next several hours exploring your sexual fantasies with me?" "I am at your disposal Ms. Lane." He smiled as if it was a forgone conclusion she would ask him. She turned to look at Pierre and with a bright smile lighting her eyes said, "I guess it's settled then, let's light the fire and ignite desire." **** Almost on cue the music changed tempo. Earlier it was soft, soothing, and low, background music. Now it changed. The volume increased and the rhythm was sensual. Dance music. Jason looked at Victoria sitting next to him, so many questions swimming in his head, all of which he wanted to ask over the next few days. He started with, "How did you ever get the idea for this club?"
"It just sort of came to me in a dream." "I think I'd like to be in your dreams." She laughed, "Well you just might be sweetheart; however, for now you're here with me in the flesh. Shall we dance?" "My pleasure," Jason said as he took her hand and led them to the dance floor. The soft strains of Il Mistero Dell´Amore filled the air; the passionate sound of Andrea Bocelli's voice weaving a cocoon of love's mysteries around them. Taking her in his arms Jason pulled her body close to his. He was a very good dancer and his body moved perfectly in time to the music. His scent filled her nostrils, woodsy, seductive, and bold; this was the essence of Jason Hunter. His arms were strong, and he led her around the dance floor, speaking of nonsense things or at least she hoped they were nonsense, because the last thing she could do at the moment was concentrate on his words. Her hands rested on his shoulders, fingers playing with the ends of his hair, stroking slowly over his neck. Moving her face closer to his neck, her lips planted soft kisses below his ear. She could feel the muscles in his back ripple as her lips played with his flesh. His hands moved slowly down the center of her back and rested briefly on her ass, as he pulled gently bringing her hips tight against his. They moved around the dance floor, lost in the warm feeling of two bodies joined together, the music flowing around them softly. His hands, like a flash fire moving everywhere, first her ass, then up her back, softly coming to rest on her waist, then trailing slowly down her sides. Jason bent his head low to whisper in her ear, "I'd like to taste more of you." They spun around. "I'd like to take your nipples in my mouth and suck until you cum." She wanted to tell him to keep talking and it might happen sooner then he planned, but she seemed to be tongue-tied. She continued to mold into his body, feeling the swell of his cock on her hip, her lips trailing kisses along his neck, her hands resting softly on his shoulders, the deep strains of Bocelli's voice dancing along her spine. "I want to drink of you Victoria," he stated, his voice deep and passionate. Taking her chin in his hand he moved his lips to connect with hers. Her lips parted to allow his tongue entry and his taste overwhelmed her. Sweet, warm, wet, his tongue dancing with hers, mingling as he explored as deeply as his tongue would reach. His lips pressed tight, his hands started moving again. Down her back and up, his left arm coming to rest on the hem of her skirt and she felt him lifting it up, his fingers trailing over exposed flesh and the kiss deepened. He held her ass cheek in one hand and his other hand was resting on her waist. His tongue continued to dance within her mouth and she could feel him slowly start to suck, tasting her juice and kneading her ass, all the while spinning them across the floor. She moved to break the seal of their lips, looking up into his face, head tilting back until their eyes met. She could see the raging lust written there and yet his body was in complete control. "You taste so very good, I could drink from your body all night." His seductive voice washed over her as his lips locked once more to start the dance of tongues again. She had no time to talk let alone think. He was making her body ache with need, the heat building. She didn't believe a kiss could get any deeper than the one they exchanged moments before, and yet he had found new areas of her mouth to explore and with each probing thrust of his tongue the heat climbed. She could feel the wetness between her legs, her nipples becoming hard as rocks. His hand was moving again, the front of her skirt lifting, his warm fingers coming to rest on the flesh of her
outer thigh. He wrapped his left arm around her waist, his right moved to the front of her hip, as he turned her slightly away from his body to gain more access. She could feel his fingers glide down her belly, coming to rest on her mound. The kiss exploded, the sucking increased as her tongue was pulled in and out, softly enough not to hurt, but strong enough to send shivers rippling through her. His right hand was poised on her clit, and he had her locked into position. He released her tongue, and in that instant his fingers plunged into her pussy, moving up and outward to hit her g-spot, his lips left hers at the same moment to lock on the soft flesh below her ear. He held her quivering on his fingers as he pressed against the inside wall. Rolling left to right he strummed her g-spot in rhythm to the music. The heat was intense, as her hips pushed up into his hand, increasing the pressure against the knot. "I'm going to make you cum in ways you've never imagined," he whispered in her ear. His fingers moved back away from her nub then quickly pushed up and forward again, forcing a soft sensual moan from deep within. "I'm going to explore every inch of your delicate body, lick you from head to toe, and revel in the luscious taste of you." Again, his fingers moved up, hard, pushing, swirling the nub around his fingertips. She could feel hot cum coating the walls of her pussy. Waves of heat washed from deep inside, her entire body consumed in flames. His expert fingers kept the pressure building, his words sending chills down her spine. "You're going to beg for more, day after day, with each new experience, I'm going to take you to the edge of ecstasy and beyond." His voice was seductive, passionate. His fingers continued to move up and over the knot of her sweet spot. His thumb began a slow dance against her clit. Wet from the honey now flowing in rivers from deep within, the muscles of her pussy contracted hard, sucking his fingers tight as the wave of orgasm began to shake her body. Her lips parted as a series of low rumbling moans escaped from deep within her throat. "Your cum will flow day and night, my beautiful lady. Your naked body my inspiration, your pussy a temple for my cock." His voice was deep, commanding as his words rolled over her. Jason felt her body respond to him as a scream escaped her lips and filled the air around them. The orgasm exploded! Her passionate release beyond anything he had ever felt before. The fire deep within him was burning and he wanted to make this moment last forever. "Scream Victoria, soar over the edge of sensation, let the heat take you up and over." Her muscles tightened; his fingers probed up on her g-spot, releasing a stream of white-hot cum which he massaged back against the nub. "Fly high on the wings of passion, let it consume you, let it flow free, and scream baby scream" As her body shook, his fingers kept the pressure on her swollen honey pot, gripped tight by pulsing muscles deep inside. Her screams of ecstasy filled the room. "Your eyes are smoldering, your body glistens with pearls of perspiration, and the sweet smell of sex surrounds you. Take a breath Victoria because I'm not done with you yet," his body moved slightly, as his fingers slid out from between her legs, cum coated fingers, which left a trail of wetness along her hip. **** Suddenly free, her body swayed, knees weak. Before she had moved more than an inch, he bent her backward over his arm and his mouth connected with the soft flesh of her shoulder. Legs slightly parted,
shudders still racking her body, his free hand moved to release her breasts from the silk cups holding them. Warm wet fingers united with nipple and he applied pressure. His lips became fire on her skin as the pressure of his thumb and finger increased on her tit. Bent back with eyes closed, she did not see the couples sitting quietly now, watching this masterful seduction. She could only feel what they could see. Cupping her breast and still holding her safely in his left arm, his lips parted from her shoulder and his tongue trailed down to her breast. Taking the nipple softly in his lips, he sucked. His hand cupping below to push her breast to his face and he slowly increased the pressure of his lips. Harder he sucked until a moan rose from deep within her belly, "Jase," she moaned. Harder he sucked, pulling nipple taunt, releasing, then sucking in more of her breast, releasing. Again and again he pulled. "Ohhh Jase," her voice became deeper, more sensual. His tongue licked over the tip, rolling around the outside edge, then opening his mouth wide and engulfing her breast, he suckled. "JASE," she screamed. The heat exploded, starting deep within the center of her being, pushing upward over her clit. Hot cum moving toward the surface like lava, throbbing, pulsing, until it broke free. His fingers rammed hard between her legs finding their mark and pushing up and forward again. Slamming her nub tight against the outer wall and holding it there. "Oh god yes, Jaseeeee I'm cumming. Suck hard, take me to the edge." And he did, her nipple sliding in and out of his hot mouth, rolling it on his tongue, pulling hard one second, then sucking in more and more of her breast. All the time his fingers pressed up and down against her g-spot, massaging cum into the knot he created. Press. Release. Press. Release. Over and over his mouth and fingers worked in unison, until her whole body was jolted with the vibrations of orgasm. Slowly he released the suction on her nipple, lifting her back against his body and holding tightly. She lay there in his arms, body racked with tremors, breath shallow, skin tingling and soft sensual moans of pleasure coming from deep within, vibrating off his chest as he held her in his embrace. The music had stopped. She couldn't say when, nor did she know how long they had been the center of attention. As she became aware of the room again, she realized they were the only couple on the dance floor. The others had all taken seats around the room, watching the show. With a smile lighting his eyes, Jason bowed ever so slightly to the crowd, turned them around and walked slowly toward the bar. And standing there behind the bar was Pierre, a smug look of satisfaction lighting his eyes. **** Arriving back at their seats, Jason was careful not to touch Victoria's skin, as he knew her body was still twitching from the exquisite climax he had expertly wrought from deep within her. Experience told him her muscles were still contracting, and her clit pulsed with blood rushing in and out of her veins. She needed time to let her body relax, to digest the sensations currently overwhelming her nerves. As he waited for her body to settle back to normal, he scanned the main salon and observed the activities taking place in various locations throughout the room. Several couples were involved with swings, toys, and bondage gear and it appeared some had sought the comfort of guest rooms in the east wing. While any or all of these scenes were captivating, his eyes were drawn to a stage area, set about two feet above the level of the dance floor. A kaleidoscope of lights shone down from above, casting an interesting pattern on nine naked bodies standing a little to the left of a raised platform at center stage.
Two men emerged from the wings, leading a beautiful young woman, dressed in white lace, and blindfolded. Stopping in the center of the stage, waiting a moment for everyone to look in their direction, they slowly removed the lace covering her voluptuous body. Taking the woman by the arms they each grabbed a leg and with defined grace swept her off her feet, holding her body in mid air. Moving to the raised area, they laid her down, her brilliant red hair hanging over one edge and her legs hanging over the opposite side. Each man then proceeded to strap her in place. Handcuffs for her wrists were mounted to rings on the floor. Each cuff had adjustable chain links attached near the base of the platform, to allow her arms to be locked into position. Moving to the other side each man in turn strapped an ankle tightly to the bottom corner of the wooden frame, successfully pinning her spread-eagled and available for whatever pleasure they had planned. Once the woman was in place, flesh exposed, and eyes unable to see what was coming, the men moved into position. The first man straddled her face, reaching forward and taking her breasts into his hands, he pushed them together creating a nest for his cock, which he slid in and out between her tightly-held mounds, his hands pushing hard to keep her tits formed into a deep recess for his rod. The second man moved to stand between her spread legs and using his fingers to spread her lips wide, he began thrusting his shaft in and out of her dripping wet pussy, his body slamming hard against her body, which was unable to move because of the restraints holding her in place. The two men worked as a team, sliding their cocks in, then out in rhythm. Breaking away from the nine naked bodies standing on the left and moving into position behind the second man was a woman, who bent at the waist and took hold of his ankles, pushing her ass up with her legs slightly parted. Her nipples were hard and she moved her hips in time to the motion of the man in front of her. A second woman broke from the line of naked bodies waiting their turn and kneeling beside her, took the tit hanging freely down and sucked it into her mouth. Holding the breast in place, she began an up and down motion with her body, sucking harder and harder with each thrust. Five bodies all moving together as one. Joining this dance next was another man, who took a position behind the woman bent at the waist. His cock erect and hard, he spread the cheeks of her ass, and guiding his shaft forward, rammed his rod deep. The woman's body shuddered from the all out assault on her hole, unable to move much because her tit was being sucked toward the floor by the woman kneeling at her side. It took a moment for the rhythm of his rod, hitting deep in her anus, to catch up with those in front of him. Soon everyone was moving in time again, cocks thrusting in and out, pussies, asses, and tits being sucked and fucked from one end of the line to the other. The next player, a woman, moved into position behind the man. Also bent at the waist, she began running her hands up and down his inner thighs. Her back was straight as another woman moved from the few remaining in line and using a rather large dong, laid down between the slightly spread legs of the bent over woman, pushing the dong slowly, ever so slowly deep into the pussy framed above her. The dong, about eight inches long and three inches wide disappeared inside, as it was slowly and methodically pulled in and out. Eight bodies now pulsed together as sweat started glistening on skin, each link in the chain working to deliver climax to the body connected to theirs. Two of the four remaining men walked toward this sea of bodies and knelt on the floor, one on each side of the woman expertly ramming the dong against the forward g-spot of the woman above. With their knees spread, cocks and balls hanging exposed, each took hold of a tit and started massaging, rolling the now hard nubs between fingers and thumbs. While holding her huge breast in one hand, the first man shoved four fingers between her legs and buried them into her pussy, pumping in and out as the other
moved to play his fingers swiftly over her clit. Within moments they had hands moving as one, squeezing nipples, holding tight, as fingers pumped hard up against the knot growing deep inside her. The last two women in line moved into positions under these men, sliding forward until their mouths were centered under the cocks above. Taking rock hard rods into their hands each started sucking deeply in and out with their mouths. Their hands rubbed balls as each attempted to engulf a cock within their throat; sucking deeply with tongues rolling around the crown, then using their hands to feed the cock back deeply into their throats. Both ladies had their legs spread in anticipation of the last remaining men in line. These two moved between the outspread legs and with vibrators in hand, began a circling movement over clits glistening with dew. Two humming vibes danced against clits, sliding between wet lips to delve in and out of wet, pink folds of pleasure. Penis shaped vibes pushed deep inside, then up, sliding out and circling the clitoris before plunging inside again. And rising from this group of bodies was the sound of flesh hitting flesh, as cocks and balls, slapped against asses. Slurping as women sucked tits and dicks, trying to keep a combination of saliva and cum from spilling out of their mouths. Deep rumbling moans of pleasure escaped from those whose mouths were full and screams of climax arose from deep inside the throats those whose mouths were not. Several people sat quietly, eyes transfixed on twelve bodies moving in perfect unison, none breaking the combined suction of bodies entwined. This orgy was a sea of bodies, a conga line of dicks, pussies, and tits; each sucking, plunging, pumping, twisting, until you could not distinguish where one body ended and the next began. A dance, choreographed by the god of sexual pleasure, was weaving a spell on those involved and those watching. Jason felt a fire ignite deep within his belly, his muscle swelling to push against the bonds of his tailored pants. Shifting slightly to relieve the pressure, his eyes still locked on the writhing mass of flesh before him, he failed to notice Victoria turn to follow his gaze. CHAPTER FIVE Victoria leaned over to place her lips close to Jason's ear. Without even trying, her voice came out in a seductive hush. "Poetry in motion." "Dance of the gods." "Again we have a difference of opinion." "Our opinions can differ all they like, as long as our bodies mold together in perfect harmony. Speaking of which, how is your beautiful body doing?" "Relaxed, pleasured, and feeling very satisfied at the moment." "I plan to keep you hovering between exquisite need, and delightful satisfaction from now until the end of time, angel." No one had ever called her angel before, and coming from him; it was liquid velvet to her ears. His voice had a commanding tone, as if she dare not question him, but at the same time held a hesitant note, giving her an opportunity to dispute his claim. Her mind was incapable of grasping the thought for long, with his hands so near, his scent wafting around, making the knot in the pit of her stomach grow hot with desire. Needing to move, wanting a distraction from his closeness, she looked at him and said, "Would you like a tour?"
"Hmm, I thought you'd never ask." Taking her hand, he pulled gently to lift her from the seat. With his arm resting on the small of her back, they walked toward the door leading from the club back into the lobby. "What would you like to see first?" she asked. "Your body devoid of clothing!" "I meant a tour of the mansion, sweetheart, not my body," she laughed. "Your meaning was never in question Victoria. And given the choice, I repeat, I want to see your naked flesh, lit by candlelight, exposed to my eyes only." He moved close, taking her face in both hands and lifting her eyes to meet his. He continued speaking in soft, sensual, deep tones, "Breasts standing tall and firm, nipples hard. Your body trembling with anticipation, as you wait for my lips to glide over each sensitive inch of tissue. I will share you later, but for now I want you alone, no distractions, no interruptions, and no doubt in your mind that I am here for one reason." "One reason only?" She asked in barely a whisper. "One reason only, Victoria." "Which is?" "To carry you to the edge of ecstasy and beyond." Even before he had finished speaking his lips lowered to hers. Effortlessly he lifted her into his arms and moved toward the stairs. "Which way, angel?" he asked as his lips parted from the kiss. "Left, down the hall. End of the corridor, then through the double doors." Once in the room he set her tenderly on her feet, his arms holding her in a tight embrace. It was as if he wanted to sear her body's impression into his mind, making it a part of him. Her head lay in the center of his chest, body leaning into his frame. He held her there, neither of them speaking, barely breathing, lost in the warmth surrounding them. "I'm going to take you for the ride of your life, my beautiful lady. Your body is going to sing like it has never done before." His fingers moved to the hooks holding her bustier in place. Releasing first the top one and then the bottom one, alternating back and forth, he worked his way to the middle, leaving only one holding the material in place. She felt his body move gently back, as the last hook gave way, creating enough room for his hand to catch red silk as it slid from her body. Lifting it to his nostrils, he inhaled the fragrance of her perfume still lingering within the folds. He took a step back, letting the bustier fall to the floor, and taking her arms, he pushed gently up until they were suspended over her head. The look in his eyes telling her he wanted them to stay in that position. Walking behind her, he felt for the zipper of her skirt, and slowly pulled it open, letting the skirt float to the floor at her feet. He knelt down, reaching for the straps on her heels, and starting with the left, unclasped the buckle, than slid her foot free, as he reached for the right one to do the same. Standing once again, he moved close in behind her, not speaking, not touching. All she could hear was the slow steady sound of his breathing. Feeling his fingers on hers, he cupped her outstretched hands into his and slowly pulled them down to her chest. Placing her fingers on the soft flesh of her breasts and using her hands inside his, he started to massage her nipples. "Let your hands be mine," he whispered. She closed her eyes, allowing her mind to concentrate on the feeling of warm flesh rubbing over now hard nubs, as his hands withdrew from hers. She heard him move, walking slowly around her body. She
could feel his eyes roving over her naked skin as he stopped in front of her. "Open your eyes Victoria; I want to see the look of desire deep within their depths. I want to see the sparks of ecstasy fly from the core of your being as I make you mine." His voice was hypnotic, soothing, "Let them be my window to your soul." Standing there bathed in the light being cast into the room by the lamp in the hall, he could see her nakedness framed against the blackness of the room behind them. Her fingers still massaging her breasts, she opened her eyes, to look deeply into his. Whatever it was he saw at that moment pleased him, because the smile, which lit his face, was heavenly. "Where are the candles, love?" "Over on the table beside the door." "Don't go away," he instructed, as he left to find candles and matches, then moving throughout the room, lit several. The soft warm glow they cast brought the corners of the room out of shadows. "A beautiful room for a beautiful lady," he said, while walking back in the direction of the door, which he closed softly. Then she heard the lock hit home, effectively closing out the world beyond, he turned, bringing their eyes back into contact. "I want you to move over to the bed and lie down." Moving to the bed, she sat on the edge, lifting her feet off the floor and stretching out straight on top of the satin comforter. He reached beneath her knees lifting them slightly, then with deft fingers, released the garter clasps holding her nylons in place. While allowing his palms to glide over her skin, he rolled the hose down her legs and over her toes, leaving the only article of clothing still on her body the garter belt itself. Stroking his fingers up the front of her hip he soon had it removed as well, leaving every inch of her uncovered body open to his gaze. With a twinkle dancing in his eyes, he took her wrists and lifting them over her head, tied them to the headboard, using the nylons he had just taken off her legs. "Where are the toys?" "In the top drawer of the beside table." Opening the drawer, he took out a blindfold and slipped it over her eyes, casting her back into darkness. She could hear him going through the drawer looking at the rather extensive array of goodies there. Several items were placed on the bed next to her, and then... Silence. She could no longer hear him. "Jase?" She whispered. Nothing. Not a sound in the room. **** Tony crossed the main salon until he was standing next to Pierre, waiting for the guests within distance of their voices to move by, then he asked. "What has become of Tori?" "I believe Mr. Hunter has captured our fair lady, and taken her away." "You sure this is the right thing to do Pierre?" Tony asked with concern in his voice. "I'm sure." He sounded so damn confident. "She needs a man in her life, and I'm not talking about a
sexual partner, I'm talking about someone to love her as she deserves to be loved." "But is she ready for this?" "God damnit Tony, it's been seven fucking years since Matt, just how long do you think I should give her?" "Is it really for you to decide? After all it's her life you're interfering with." "I know that, but I have to try." Pierre didn't need Tony telling him he might be making a mistake with Hunter. He had been switching between congratulating himself and kicking himself all week. "Let's just keep moving forward here Tony, time will tell if I'm right." "And what am I suppose to say to the members asking where Belle Tori is?" "Fucking hell, they should all know after the way he swept her off her feet with that dance." Pierre's voice sounded incredulous that anyone could wonder where she had gone. "Dance, is that what you call the way he played her body?" Tony laughed, his voice carrying a note of surprise. "It's as close as I can come to describing it. I don't think in all the years I've known Tori, I ever witnessed such complete surrender on her part." "God, it was a stunning sight to behold." "Oui, stunning." Pierre replied as he glanced around the room, checking quickly to make sure they could not be overheard. "So we agree, tonight Tori is otherwise engaged, and if any guest has a problem with it send them to me." "Okay old man, I'm going to trust your judgment for now." Tony called him old man because he knew it was the only way he could rattle Pierre. "Just get your ass behind the bar, and run this place for thirty minutes because I need a break," Pierre barked as he walked away in the direction of the east wing. Once in the lobby, it did not take much to see Victoria and Jason had indeed gone upstairs. Usually a velvet cord hung across the stairs, a gentle reminder that the upper level was private. At the moment though the cord was hanging loose and the private sign was lying on the floor. As Pierre moved to climb the stairs he reattached the hooks onto the banister, than headed for the solitude of his office. He didn't turn on the lights as he entered, just walked straight ahead until his legs bumped the front of the couch, where he proceeded to stretch out to his full length. His head rested on a pillow in the corner and his feet hung comfortably on the arm at the other end. He closed his eyes and tried to shake the doubt from his mind, knowing he couldn't stay there long. It wasn't acceptable for both Victoria and he to be missing at the same time. Damn Tony's hide for bringing the words to life, as if he needed someone other than himself questioning what he was doing. Summoning a picture of Matt and Victoria together into his mind, he remembered even on the best days with Matt, Tori had never abandoned herself so freely, not as she had done this evening. Thinking back on all the conversation they'd had during the four years she and Matt were married, he could not recall her ever once saying he fulfilled her sexual needs.
They had been happy, madly in love and oh so young. Pierre never believed Matt when he said it didn't bother him when Victoria engaged in sexual fantasies with other people. It was not as if he tried to hold her back or made her feel guilty in any way, but you could see it in his eyes when he watched her. As far as Pierre knew, he had never objected to the club, or tried to get her to close it down. Pierre found it a little sad that Victoria was the only one who never realized Matt only allowed her to indulge her passion because of his undying love. That was the thing Pierre had admired most about Matt, his complete devotion to her happiness. Victoria had spent the last seven years trying to replace him with a string of male partners, none of whom had lasted more then a few days. And with each failed attempt to find another Matt, Victoria became more and more difficult to please. Lately she spent less time one-on-one than she did in groups of three or more, which was why the night she disappeared with the new member Samuel Grimes, he felt perhaps it was time to consider the situation. It was four days after his first visit before Grimes reappeared at the club, and when he did Pierre made sure he arranged a meeting with him at his hotel. He needed to find out what had happened between the two of them, and was surprised by what he learned. Apparently, Victoria had spent the time talking to the man, captivated him completely and at the same time made him decide he was not the type of man she was looking for. His disappointment had only begun to register when Grimes started talking about Jason Hunter. After half an hour of listening, Pierre came to the conclusion Hunter just might be the man to bring Victoria back to life. A plan was hatched between the two men to bring this couple together as soon as possible. It had taken several weeks to get everything in place, and Pierre realized at this point there was no turning back; then again, after what he saw downstairs earlier, he would not want to turn back. Pierre returned to congratulating himself, thinking again of the complete surrender he had witnessed just a short time ago on the dance floor. The sound of the intercom beeping pulled him back to the present. Hitting the light switch on the table lamp, he sat up and grabbed the phone. "Oui." "Sorry to disturb you boss, but you're needed in the main salon." Sophia's voice came over the line. "I'm on my way now." Locking the door on his way out he headed toward the stairs, stopping momentarily to assure that the door leading to the private residence was also locked. **** With the first stroke of the feather, shivers ran over her skin, causing goose bumps. Starting at her belly the soft down moved softly as it teased her inner thighs and glided slowly down to her toes. Then back up, smoothly gliding along her arms, touching briefly on her fingertips. Slowly, meticulously, the feather was stroked over each inch of skin. Touching lightly until her body was tingling from top to bottom. "As the feather now touches you, soon it will be my lips. My hot tongue sliding over soft tissue, teasing, and nibbling until your body quivers at my touch." His voice continued to whisper in the darkness surrounding her. "The texture of my tongue as it moves up between your legs, resting on your clit, licking, tasting, sucking." She could feel the moisture start deep inside. Her muscles contracted as the feather and his words continued to raze her senses. She moved her legs as the tickling sensation continued, trying to stop the spasms that were building within. His hands took her ankle and he tied first one then the other with what felt like silk to the footboard, effectively stopping her squirming.
"We must cool the heat igniting inside you, angel." Cold liquid hit her mound. "I want the passion to build slowly." More cold fluid dribbled onto her breasts. "Starting as an ember," a splash hit her belly and slowly ran down her sides. Victoria struggled against the ties holding her in place. The blindfold hid him from view and only his voice penetrated the moment. "Building to gentle flames," as more oil ran down her legs, the cold hitting hard as each new drop landed on nerve ending so close to the surface. "Then bursting forth into an inferno," now on her neck, hitting like a raindrop, cold at first then flowing out from the center to coat more exposed skin, as it warmed with the air. "Swept away on the flames of desire," as the oil spread out over her body its heat increased, searing her flesh, moving from new splashes of cold to warm to intense heat, until her body could no longer distinguish temperature. His voice became soft again, "Carrying you high on the wings of ecstasy." He stopped. Silence again, her limbs ridged with expectation. She could not tell where he was, what he was doing. All she could do was wait for the next touch to come, the next sensation to arrive. The seconds ticked by. Nothing happened. All she could feel was the heat of the oil on her skin, coating her body like a blanket. With the blindfold covering her eyes, she tried to concentrate on sounds around her, holding her breath as she waited for something to happen. The tingling anticipation was causing the pit deep in her belly to tighten, the orgasm he was seeking resting just below the surface. Her mind started to strain, wondering when and where his touch would land next. Without warning his teeth latched onto her nipple, a shock wave ripped through her veins, sending an orgasmic scream of pleasure reverberating around the room. Cum flowed from her pussy and her body shuddered. Her arms strained at the bonds holding them against the headboard, her body rolling from side to side as far as the restraints would allow. "I want to see you," she screamed at him. "I need to see you." The blindfold was moving off her eyes and she saw him standing at the side of the bed. Drinking in the vision of his lean relaxed body, his eyes swimming with desire, she suddenly realized with everything that had happened between them, he was still dressed. Summoning every ounce of will power she possessed, her voice deep and soft from the haze of orgasm, Victoria asked, "Do you always dispense such exquisite torture on women with your clothes on Mr. Hunter?" "No angel, but a special lady needs special handling," he replied, his voice passionate and confidant. "Why do you think I'm special?" "I don't think it Victoria, I know it. Your body thrills to my touch with such sweet abandon; your mind gives itself freely to sensual pleasure. There is no thought, just sweet and total surrender. It takes a special woman to allow her body to overrule her mind in such a way." "That does not make me special, Jase." "Hush Victoria, 'tis not something I can explain, it can only be felt." He walked to the end of the bed, slowly kneeling between her legs. She felt another gush of honey start moving toward the surface. His lips were so close to her overwrought skin, and his tongue touched the
inside of her knee. The texture of his tongue, licking down her calf, coming to rest on her ankle, he nibbled. With soft bites he took small amounts of skin between his teeth, licking the edges as he applied gentle pressure. Licking, biting, sucking, he continued up and down both legs between ankle and knee, then slowly he started to move up her frame. The attention he gave each delectable bit of skin occupied his lips, tongue, and teeth. Her entire body was trapped in the throes of climax, the rush of orgasms coming one after another, as his mouth worked its magic on her body. No flesh was left untouched, no inch of skin neglected, his hot mouth flowing along her limbs, and where his mouth first touched soon his hands followed. Massaging, probing, and rubbing sweet honey into her pores, raising needle pricks on each nerve ending that existed below the surface of her tissue. Hours of exquisite pleasure, as orgasms swept her beyond the bonds of earthly delight, dazzling ecstasy expertly delivered by a master. True to his words, Jason brought her body to a quivering mass of nerves. Her orgasms weaving in a circle without end, until she sailed on his wings beyond the boundaries of earth and sky. No longer able to tolerate his touch, she released her muscles, lost in an obscure world between tenderness and bliss, she drifted off to sleep. Lying down carefully beside her on the bed, Jason whispered softly, "Sleep now my angel and dream the sweet dreams of a woman who is cherished." As the soft light of dawn filtered through the slit of the drapes, Jason fell into a peaceful slumber. CHAPTER SIX Yvette arrived at the mansion exactly on time, to find Pierre, Sophia, and Tony all sitting in the lobby waiting for her. She came into the room with a smile lighting her eyes, hoping for a report on last evening's events with the mystery man. "Good morning Yvette." Pierre said as he took her hand and led her to the couch, pulling her down next to him. "Okay, Pierre, we are all here now so explain just how you plan to pull this off," Tony demanded with irritation in his voice. "Calm down Tony, I know what I'm doing, things will work out fine." Pierre replied, while glancing from face to face, the look in his eyes letting them know he did not want interruptions. "The club will be closed for the next four days, so you're all getting some bonus time off." "Tori agreed to this?" Yvette asked, her voice incredulous. "This is my decision alone, and I want you all to shut up and listen to me for a minute, could you do that?" Pierre's voice was harsher then he wanted, but damn it, these kids always questioning him was getting old. "Since we are closed on Monday and Tuesday anyway, I'm talking about two extra days here. This should be fairly easy to deal with if you all do your part. Sophia, I want you to change the recording on the voice mail, tell our members we are closed for maintenance. Also get on the phone with any members we know are planning to be here before Friday and tell them the same thing. Wednesday and Thursday are not busy nights, so there should not be too many calls to make." Pierre spoke quickly so none of them had time to ask a question or argue with him. "Tony, you need to contact the suppliers, make sure any deliveries scheduled for the next three days are either made this morning, or moved to Friday. Yvette, I need you to bring me everything you and Victoria planned to do for the next four days. You and I will take care of whatever needs doing, and Yvette ... you are not, I repeat, not to enter the residence."
"But Pierre, I can't let the residence go four days; she's going to kill me. Besides if Mr. Hunter is up there with her, and that's what this is all about, you have to think about a couple of things." Pierre smiled at the speed with which she was able to get her objections out. "What things?" "Well for starters, what the hell are they going to eat? Tori is worthless in the kitchen, so they're going to starve." The other three started laughing, as Yvette continued to talk. "What is she going to say about the cleaning not getting done, and oh my God she'll come unglued when she gets up and there's no coffee made." Reaching over to pat her hand lightly, Pierre replied, "I don't think food will be an issue and I doubt she will be out of bed long enough to notice the mess. And, I promise you Yvette, Mr. Hunter knows how to make coffee, and was filled in on the schedule before he ever set foot through the door last night." "Wait a minute!" Tony's voice demanded. "What the fuck do you mean he was filled in on the schedule? How long have you known this man and exactly what the hell is going on upstairs?" Pierre was growing tired of this. "Listen to me you three, I understand we are like a family here, however this is not a democracy, you don't get a vote, and how long I've known Hunter, or what I've told him is none of your business. Now, let's get things done or I just might have to start firing people." This last was said with a hint of laughter, Pierre hoping they would just accept the situation. As one the three stood, Sophia heading to the security room in the east wing, while Tony moved to the bar to start calling vendors. Only Yvette did not move, standing there staring at Pierre with a confused look on her face. "Is Cindy still here?" she asked in a soft whisper. "She went home this morning." "Oh," the disappointment in her voice evident. Pierre took a step closer. "Its okay kitten, Tori told me about your wish, and I've arranged everything. Now get upstairs and put those files in my office, make sure everything is done, then join me in the bar." Yvette could hear his laughter as she turned to run up the stairs. His voice stopped her. "Kitten" "Yes" "Stay away from the residence; I'm not kidding on this, okay?" "Okay Pierre," she said as she started back up the stairs toward the office. Pierre let out a deep sigh as he headed to the bar to check on Tony's progress. "Any problems with those deliveries?" he asked as the door closed behind him. "Nope, everyone works with us, you know that. They can't afford to lose Club Belle Tori as a client, would wreak havoc with their incomes." "Good, then everything will work out wonderfully."
"You sound like you're asking for a confirmation from me, old man." "When did you become such a shit head?" "When you started playing God with Tori's life, I guess." "I'm not playing, God or otherwise. You know as well as I do Tori needs more in her life than this club, a different sexual partner every night, and money. She hasn't been the same since Matt. We all know while she seems happy, deep inside she misses the closeness only a special man can bring her." "Okay, so what makes you think Hunter is that man? According to you, he just happened to drop in out of nowhere, looked like the kind of guy who might make her happy, and bam you have them living happily ever after." "I guess you're not going to let it rest until I give you all the details, so I'm going to fill you in and once I do, I want you to stop acting like a rejected lover and shut your mouth. You got it?" "Yes, just tell me what you know of Hunter and how it is he just happened along." Tony walked over to the front of the bar and took a seat next to Pierre. "First of all do you remember a new member name of Samuel Grimes?" "Yes, if I remember correctly, Tori and he disappeared for several hours and when she came back it was like she'd had the time of her life." "Well when Grimes came back a few nights later, I arranged a meeting to find out what had happened between the two of them." "Fuck! You didn't!" Tony's voice was getting frosty again. "You saw how she was after they spent time together; I thought perhaps she had found someone who could push her buttons. So I met the man and we talked, which by the way is what he and Tori did that night, talked. Anyway, Grimes told me he found Tori captivating. He wished he were her type, but he's not the kind of man to make her happy. Then he started sharing information about his best friend Jason Hunter. A man he said was looking for a special woman, one he could love beyond imagination, but one who would also share his sexual fantasies. Grimes believed Tori and his friend Hunter were a perfect match and all we had to do was get them together for the sparks to fly." "Well I'll give you that one, I've never seen Tori's sparks fly quite like they did the moment she set eyes on him for the first time." "Exactly. That's why it wasn't a mistake to agree with Grimes' plot to bring them together. He somehow pushed Hunter into getting a membership by telling him a little about our lovely lady. Grimes told me he would have to get Hunter to think it was his idea to join the club and go after Victoria. So I've waited all this time for a call, which finally came a couple of days ago. Grimes had planted enough hints about this place to get Hunter to check us out, than he called to advise that Hunter would be in touch soon, and when the call for an appointment came, I made sure I took it." "And just what is it you told Hunter?" "Not much, just that Tori is a special lady, and it would be up to her to decide if he stayed the night with her. I also explained she never takes her lovers upstairs." "Fuck, you missed the mark on that one, didn't you old man?"
"For your information asshole, I didn't. It only took about ten minutes of talking to Hunter, before I realized this man was everything Matt was and more. I covered the bases just in case, and Hunter, I have to admit, was so damn confident in his power, he asked what her normal schedule was, so when he did take her upstairs he wouldn't blunder into a mistake." "Shit, so he came here knowing he was going to win the heart of Belle Tori." "Something like that. I think he had decided before he got here to stay the night, but I also believe he changed from one night to perhaps a lifetime the moment she walked through the door last evening." "Love at first sight, hell." Tony said with disgust. "Lust perhaps. Desire most definitely. Love, no I don't think it's love, at least not yet." "So we just close the club, give it a couple of days, and see what happens." "You got it. Before you leave though, I have a little party planned for Yvette. I promised Tori and with you and Sophia helping, I think we can make the next couple of hours enjoyable for all." **** Yvette walked through the doors into the bar, the only light in the room the spot light shining directly on center stage. The raised platform occupied by three naked bodies, Sophia, Pierre and Tony. Sophia's legs were hooked over Tony's shoulders, and he was slamming his cock in and out of her pussy. Her body jolted from the force of his thrusts, his hands holding her ass high in the air. Pierre was kneeling at her head, his hands massaging her breasts, pulling her nipples taut. Yvette watched momentarily, than walked towards the stage, taking her clothes off as she moved forward. Coming up behind Pierre, she placed her hands on his shoulders and gently rocked with his body in time to his movements. The animal sounds coming from deep inside Sophia's throat along with the wild look on her face, signaled the arrival of her orgasm. Yvette's pussy flooded with moisture as Sophia's scream of pleasure filled the air. As Tony continued to pump his cock in and out of Sophia's folds, Pierre stood and turned to take Yvette into his arms. "Mmm kitten, it's wonderful to have your naked skin touching mine," he said. "I'm going to enjoy making you tremble." "I'm ready Pierre, my clit is throbbing, my nipples are tingling, and my pussy is coated with honey." "Oui, my pet," he said as his fingers probed into her wetness, swirling around her walls until they were coated. Taking her hand he led her to the edge of the platform. He waited for Tony to move aside, then he pushed Yvette down until she was sitting between Sophia's legs. "I'm going to enjoy this kitten. Watching your body burn with desire, listening to your pleas for release, bringing you close and taking it away, as you scream for the pleasure only orgasm can bring you," The throes of climax had released Sophia, and she pushed herself up to sit behind Yvette. Their bodies touching as Sophia reached her hands around Yvette's hips to play with her clit, her fingers moving in a circle, around the nub, then taking hold and pulling gently out. Yvette's clit was erect, hard, and Sophia kept twirling it between her fingers. Yvette leaned back, pressing Sophia's breasts into her back, and laid her head on Sophia's shoulder, the tremors of an orgasm starting deep inside. Suddenly Sophia stood, releasing her hold on Yvette, allowing her body to fall backward onto the platform with a thud, the sudden movement driving the orgasm back inside. "That was close my pet," Pierre whispered in her ear, "can't have you cumming too quickly." He took her wrists and without much effort secured them with a pair of handcuffs, as he pulled her to a standing
position at the side of the platform. Pierre knew Yvette's needs well. They had become lovers over three years ago. She was the type of woman who needed extreme release and by bringing her close then stopping, when her orgasms did cum it was like a waterfall of pleasure. Pierre had plenty of talent in the art of lovemaking, and he enjoyed the rush of multiple orgasms. With Tony's help he would take his time with Yvette and Sophia, allowing both women to bask in the joy of climax over and over. **** Tears started flowing from her eyes, as she lay there whimpering. Jason heard the pitiful sound, and felt the dampness on her cheek. She was still asleep, but the nightmare had her in its grip. Moving to sit up, he pulled her into his arms and whispered above her, "hush angel, I'm here." Victoria could hear the sound of his voice floating on the wind, but she couldn't see him. She was running down a long, dark alley screaming his name. Where was he, why couldn't she find Matt? "Wake up angel; nothing will hurt you while I'm with you." Jason said softly, stroking her hair, trying to wake her gently. "MATT!!!!!" She screamed, coming fully awake at last. "It's okay Victoria, it's me, Jase." He reached for the bedside lamp, which flickered to life as he pressed the button. Looking down he could see the tears lining her face, a look of stark terror etched deeply in her velvet eyes. Holding her close to his chest, Jason continued to whisper gently, "Its okay, nothing will harm you." Her body was shaking uncontrollably, the sound of her soft crying continued as she nuzzled closer to his warm body. Jason was at a loss, all he could do was hold her and whisper everything was all right. It seemed like hours, but was actually only fifteen minutes, before Victoria drifted back into slumber. Jason lowered her body back onto the bed, and waited for a moment to assure himself she remained asleep. He pushed off the bed, turning once to make sure his departure had not disturbed her. Slipping on his shoes, he headed out the door, mumbling under his breath, "Fuck, who the hell is Matt, and why in God's name didn't that asshole Pierre tell me about this guy sooner?" He retraced his steps to the lobby determined to find Pierre and slam his fist into the man's face. Jason's anger followed him as he entered the main salon. Ready to yell at the top of his lungs for DuMonte, he stopped suddenly when he realized several people were on the stage. Pierre, Sophia, Tony, and a woman he had yet to meet--but figured was Victoria's secretary, Yvette--were all in the process of getting dressed. It appeared they were finished with whatever was going on, as clothing was being picked up and readjusted on naked bodies. Jason walked quietly to the bar and took a seat to wait, his anger somewhat abated by the scene he had just stumbled on. Moments later he heard Pierre's voice telling them it was time to finalize their days and get going. **** Pierre DuMonte was stunned when he noticed Jason enter the salon. Why isn't he with Victoria, he thought. Stalling for time, he continued dressing and talking to Yvette, Sophia, and Tony, than taking a moment to get his mind ready for whatever might be coming from Hunter, he finally walked over to sit next to him. Before Pierre could even open his mouth, Jason demanded, "Who the fuck is Matt?"
"Where did you hear that name?" Pierre countered "Well it sure as hell wasn't from you, asshole. In fact I heard it from Victoria, when she awoke from a nightmare screaming his name, a look of terror in her eyes and her body shaking out of control." "Is she all right?" Pierre asked, as he started to rise from the chair. Jason could hear the concern in his voice. He placed his hand on Pierre's arm applying pressure to make him sit back down. "She is sleeping soundly at the moment. It was as if once she awoke and the moment of fear left her, she pushed it from her mind and fell back into a peaceful sleep." "Pourquoi maintenant?" Pierre asked without looking at Jason. "Make sense man, how am I suppose to know why?" Shaking his head, Pierre looked at Jason, "I'm sorry, I wasn't asking you why, I was asking myself. Look Jason, this is a difficult thing to understand and completely unexpected." "Why don't you start with answering my question? Who is Matt?" "He was her husband." "Was?" "They were married for four years. That was seven years ago." "And?" "And what Mr. Hunter?" "Listen to me Pierre, in less than twenty-four hours, I've fallen hard for the woman upstairs. I believe it's possible we could spend our lives together, and the last thing I want is to make a mistake now." "I can't tell you about Matt, it's something she needs to do." "And just how do you suggest I bring up this subject?" Jason demanded with irritation. Glancing at his watch, Pierre saw it was a little before one. He had planned to have the staff on their way no later then two. After thinking for a moment about what was left to do, he said, "First, go back upstairs while I get the staff on their way. Let's give her another hour to sleep, I'll secure the estate, then join you in the residence." "I'm not looking for a threesome Pierre, I'm looking for some answers." Laughing, Pierre said, "I'm not suggesting a threesome, but if Tori is going to tell you about Matt, I think it best if I'm in the room." "Why?" "Because like it or not, if you're going to spend the rest of your life with Tori, you need to realize she and I are connected. The bond between us has never been broken, even during her marriage to Matt. I can't explain why, but I will tell you now, while I'm not a threat to your life with her, I will most definitely be a part of it." Jason thought about this for a moment, "I know there is much I will need to adjust to here at Belle Tori,
and we can work out the boundaries later. For now I'd like to check on Victoria. Join us when you are done." With that Jason took his leave. Pierre sat there waiting until he was out the door, then left to find the staff and get them on their way. CHAPTER SEVEN Pierre walked down the corridor, noticing the door to the residence was standing open. Once at the entrance, he knocked lightly on the door jam, letting Jason and Victoria know he had arrived. They were sitting on the couch, Victoria's head resting on his shoulder, while Jason was whispering something in her ear. She was wearing a blue gauze dress that did nothing to hide her nakedness, and he was wearing a white shirt which was not buttoned and a pair of tailored slacks. A smile lit her eyes, and Pierre was pleased by what he saw; she looked radiant, eyes sparkling, body relaxed. Lying there in his arms looked like the most natural thing in the world for her to do, and yet Pierre knew it was not. "Hello, handsome," Tori said as she noticed Pierre standing in the doorway. "Bonjour, Belle." Jason shifted his weight, causing Victoria to sit up and allow him to move from the couch. With hand extended, he walked over to Pierre, shook the man's hand, and invited him into the room. "Nice to see you again," he said as he took his seat on the couch, pulling Victoria back into his lap. Pierre leaned over the couch to plant a kiss on Victoria's lips, then turned to settle into the seat across from them. "So how did last evening go, handsome? Did anyone miss me?" Victoria asked, having noted the interesting play between the two men. Laughing, Pierre said, "They all missed you, mon amour, but not to worry, we managed to get through the evening without you." Jason and Victoria joined in his laughter. After a moments pause Pierre looked straight into her eyes, "Victoria?" "Pierre?" she replied, wondering why he was using her formal name. Her friends, family, and staff always call her Tori, although Pierre did have a couple of French pet names too. The only time he used her formal name was when he was introducing her to someone new, when there was something wrong, or if he was angry with her for some reason. "Jason tells me you had a nightmare." Victoria moved quickly and neither man was expecting her to stand up and walk to the windows. With anger dripping from her voice, she demanded, "Why the fuck did you have to tell him about it?" "It concerned me, angel. I wanted to make sure you were okay, so I spoke to Pierre." "You had no right to tell him about Matt. God damnit Pierre, it's no ones fucking business, and I sure as hell don't want to talk about it now. It's been seven God damn years, why can't it just go away?" "Victoria, listen to me." Pierre's tone was soft, gentle. "I didn't tell him about Matt, but I think you should. I believe something special is happening between you two, and the past needs to be put to rest. You can't do that unless you tell him." Both men waited while she continued to stare out the windows. Her body tense, the minutes ticking by.
Jason was just about ready to go to her, when her voice stopped him. "We had just finished a late dinner at one of the clubs off the strip. It had been raining earlier in the day and some of the puddles still lingered. The sky was dark, with only a few stars shining through some brief breaks in the clouds. We had plans to leave for St. Martin on vacation, so we were discussing last minute details for running the club while we were gone. I remember the night was silent around us. It seemed we were the only people on the street, which if you think about it is strange in this city. "The shot rang out of the darkness, shattering the quiet of a peaceful evening. I heard the impact and the rush of air as he sucked in his breath, glass crashing somewhere close by. He stood there, motionless, as if the force of the bullet hitting his chest had frozen his body in place. Then like a rag doll he fell to the ground." Victoria paused to take a deep breath. "I knelt there beside him, silent tears running down my cheeks, as I begged God not to let him die." Her voice held no emotion. It was as if she were standing above the scene, telling it like a news reporter. "The sirens came screaming from every direction, and hands grabbed my waist pulling me away from the lifeless body which moments before had been my world. Voices rose above the sound of running feet, and people were shouting orders to an ambulance crew." * Jason was astonished to find out Matt was dead and aghast that he had been shot to death in front of Victoria. He turned to glare accusingly at Pierre, his eyes questioned silently, why didn't you tell me? Should we stop her? With a shake of his head and the look in his eyes, Pierre let him know she needed to go on. * Victoria continued. "'Are you hit?' an urgent voice demanded in my ear. 'Miss, are you hit?' Again and again, the voice kept asking, as if I were capable of responding. My eyes are locked on his body, lying there on the cold pavement, so much blood, flowing in streams to the gutter. I felt myself being pulled away from death, unable to stop the arms holding me, still asking, no demanding to know if I was hit. Then thankfully the world went black." There was a change in her tone, her words coming out in a childish voice... "Shattered dreams and broken glass, ever sharp the pain that lasts. As the shards come crashing down, his lifeless body hit the ground. Crimson blood in rivers flow, carrying away his very soul." "Those words played over and over in my unconscious brain. Repeating like a cruel joke, never ending. The sing-song voice was circling around me, like a child playing ring around the rosy. I'm trapped in the darkness, no light anywhere. 'Matt where are you?' I yelled into the black void surrounding me, as the sing-song repeated again." Shattered dreams and broken glass... "'MATT!' I screamed with all the force of my voice, my body jolting as I came out of the deep faint which had engulfed me." * Jason sat quietly, concerned by the total lack of emotion in her voice. Wondering how she ever recovered from such a terrible ordeal, then it hit him--her dream was a warning, she hadn't recovered, she'd just buried it very deep. Victoria stopped her toneless recital, as if she were waiting for one of them to speak. Neither man moved, both wanting to allow her to take a moment, but neither of them wanting
her to stop. After a long pause her voice started again * "Standing over me was a middle-aged doctor, looking very worried, a frown etched on his forehead. Behind the doctor stood a familiar face, the pained look in his eyes bringing life to the words, which played without end in my head. I didn't want it to be true, please God don't let it be true. Pierre folded me in his arms and held on tight as tears fell from my eyes; my body shaking as overwhelming grief spilled out into the room. It was three days before Pierre left my side. Like a small child I lay there, curled on the bed, my eyes fixed on the window, looking out as raindrops fell against the glass. I couldn't speak, didn't move, and had no desire to eat. I was willing myself to die, begging God to let me be with Matt. I heard a detective say Matt had died instantly, the bullet hitting him in the heart, but I knew it wasn't true. I had been there, I saw the instant between life and death, when he knew his life was ending. I felt the fear, the sorrow, and I felt him fall the moment life left him." She turned to look at Pierre. "Did you know that handsome? Did I ever tell you he didn't die instantly?" "No, I never knew, Belle. It was a terrible time for us all, and my heart was breaking at the thought of losing you as well." "But you wouldn't let me die, would you? No, you made me wake up, go on. You forced me back into the land of the living, and made me whole again." Turning back to the windows Victoria continued... "Pierre spent hours holding me, whispering, telling me life would go on, that he couldn't allow me to die. He pleaded. One moment softly, the next yelling, then demanding, you will eat Victoria; you will come back to me. And slowly I did, life has gone on without Matt, but never like it was before that night." Jason stood and walked to her side, taking her shoulders and turning her body to face his. All the emotions lacking in her voice were there written on her face, tears welling in her velvety eyes. A strong desire to protect her washed over him, as he moved to take her in his arms. Standing there in front of the windows, her heartbeat fast against his chest, he held her. Stroking her hair, he waited from her emotions to calm down and as he did, her body went limp and she fainted into his arms. Pierre rushed to help as Jason lifted her easily, carrying her to the couch and laying her down gently. Kneeling beside her, he swept the hair from her face tracing his fingers down her cheek. "Victoria!" he spoke loudly. Nothing, no eye movement, no sound, nothing. Jason growled at Pierre to get some water, and once it was handed to him, he lifted her head to press her lips against the cool liquid. Slowly her eyes fluttered and she looked into Jason's eyes. "Jason?" She questioned, a look of confusion crossing her features. "Victoria?" "I'm so sorry." "Sorry for what, angel?" "For falling in love with you," she said as her eyes closed and she fell into a deep sleep. Jason sat there, a stunned expression on his face. **** Jason carried Victoria to the bedroom and laid her on the bed. Carefully he removed her dress and
pulled the sheet over her body. Moving slowly he backed from the room, his eyes never leaving her face until he reached the doorway. Turning, Jason rejoined Pierre in the living room. He returned to the couch and taking his seat, dropped his head into his hands. Running his fingers through strands of blonde hair, he mumbled under his breath something about deserving what this woman was doing to him. Pierre sat silently watching Hunter as he dropped his hands and leaned back into the sofa with his eyes closed. Neither man spoke for several minutes, Jason still mumbling, and Pierre waiting. "Okay," Jason finally said, "now I want some answers. Actually I need some answers, I want the truth, and you better not leave anything out, got it?" "I have no reason to lie to you, but remember at the moment I'm as confused as you are." "Fair enough. So tell me about after Matt died." "She told you most of it." "I'm talking about the months and years after he died Pierre. How many relationships has she had since that time?" "None. You see after Matt, every man she's met has fallen short of her expectations, they either became too needy or were boring. As time went on she became less and less interested in a one-on-one relationship with anyone. Most of the time she engages in group activities, or threesomes, unless..." "Unless?" "Unless she is with either Tony or I." "I see." "No, I don't believe you do. First of all Tony is a staff member, responsible for entertaining single female members when necessary. Victoria believed Tony lacked experience, and therefore has basically trained him in the art of lovemaking." "So that explains her relationship with Tony, now lets get to the heart of the matter shall we? What is her relationship with you?" "That is not as easy to explain. Tori and I have been together for eighteen years, all but one of those working together here. It's natural in this line of work, we would find times when we became involved in sexual situations together. Over the years we have developed closeness and an enjoyment of each other's bodies. There is love, strong binding love, although we are not in love with each other. I hope that makes sense to you, Jason." "Yes, I believe I understand what you're getting at. So, for seven years now Victoria has been denied the love of a man who cherishes the ground she walks on. A man capable of reaching the inner woman. A man capable of making her complete." "She has been denied you!" Jason dropped his head into his hands again, allowing Pierre's words to be absorbed into his mind. He was the man she'd been waiting for; he knew this, as well as knowing she was the woman he needed to make his life complete. "What about her apology, what did she mean by that?" "I do not know," Pierre said with all seriousness. "Perhaps it was over-wrought nerves, or maybe she
doesn't realize yet you return her love. Maybe she doesn't want you to feel obligated to remain after hearing about her past. I just can't give you a definite answer as to her meaning." "You seem confident I love her." "Can you deny it?" "No." Jason stated with all seriousness. "Just give me your opinion on one thing Pierre. Is she in love with me? And can we get beyond the past?" "That's two opinions, and I have the same answer to both--yes. Victoria's in love with you, and the past could be dealt with." "I wish you had told me about this before I met her." "Would it have changed how you feel or any of the things you have done so far, Jason?" "No, but I might have taken more time to awaken her passion. Perhaps if I had gone slowly, allowed her to adjust first." Jason's voice sounded strained. Pierre was shocked by the tone of his voice, where was the self-assurance of a few hours ago? "Jason, as I told you earlier, I didn't expect this. She has not experienced nightmares for several years and neither of us can be certain of why she had this one." "Well I know there is no turning back, so perhaps it's best to let her sleep tonight and we will see what the dawn brings." "That is likely for the best," Pierre agreed. "I will leave you for now. If you need anything you can reach me on the intercom, line seven." "You live here at the mansion?" "No, I have a separate house here on the estate. You and Tori have the place to yourselves until Friday morning at eleven." "Then I will say good evening to you and we'll call if we need anything," Jason stated. "And Pierre, thank you." "You're welcome, Jason," Pierre said as he stood to leave the residence. **** Jason moved into the bedroom. He lit one candle and opened the sliding door leading out onto the balcony. The evening air was hot and heavy. Moving to sit in a chair, he stopped first to put a CD on to play. Victoria opened her eyes and found him stretched comfortably in the chair, his eyes closed as he listened to music. The CD he had chosen, one of her favorites, Jon Secada's sexy voice crooning out the words to Angel. As the song came to an end, she moved slightly, "A wonderful choice of music, Jase" she said. He turned at the sound of her voice. Standing, he moved to lie down on the bed next to her, pulling her body close to his. "I did not mean to awaken you, Victoria." "I wasn't really sleeping Jase, I've been listening to the music and watching you," her voice held a hint of a smile. "Do you like what you see, angel?"
"Hmm yes. You really can make my heart flutter you know?" "I enjoy making your heart flutter, your body sing, and your passion flow," he said as he turned her body into his. Nestling her close to his chest, he cupped her face in his hands and brought his lips to hers. Kissing her deeply, he allowed her body to mold into his. As he ended the kiss he looked into her eyes, "We need to talk, you and I." "Yes, I think we should get it out in the open." Victoria agreed. "Where do you want to start?" "Tell me more about Matt." Victoria moved away from his body, her head on the pillow so she could see his face and he could see hers, she knew this conversation needed to be done while they could see each other's eyes. "We don't need to talk about Matt or the past Jase, it is over, done. It has no bearing on today or the future." "But I want to know everything about you, angel. I believe that you never allowed yourself to recover from the loss. I'd like to think that you can share anything with me." Victoria sat up, turning her face away from Jason, her knees drawn up under her, a look of sorrow in her eyes. "Don't you see? This is not about Matt, it's about you. It's funny really, I haven't thought about this in a long time, Jase." Victoria looked into Jason's eyes. "It seems I am destined to fall in love quickly. This is the second time in my life I've found myself in the arms of a man who touches deeply within my being. First Matt and now you." Jason smiled; taking her hand he pulled her back down onto the bed, her back resting against his chest. Laying his chin on top of her head he replied, "I too feel the connection between us Victoria, it's a new experience for me. I have never felt this way before, and I find myself being truly complete for the first time in my life." "You're wrong about one thing though." "And that is?" "I did grieve for Matt, and I did recover from the loss. It wasn't a lack of recovery that caused my nightmare." "Then what was the cause, angel?" "You," she said. Waiting to see if his body would tense Victoria held her breath. Seconds later his voice washed over her. "Because I awakened the sleeping passion. The passion you have kept buried since that night." Jason's voice was soft, contemplative, almost asking, yet really stating. "I didn't realize it was buried Jase, I truly believed it was dead. Then you. I'm not even sure I can explain this. From the first second our eyes met, you captured the essence of my being. Then we danced that magical, exquisite dance. It was that moment in time when you captured my heart and awakened the spirit of my passion. I don't believe my feet have touched the ground since." "That doesn't explain the nightmare, Victoria." "I know that, Jase. And to be truthful, I don't think I will ever be able to explain it. You will just have to understand it happened, maybe because it allowed for the conversation that followed, or maybe just because. You must believe and accept that my passion and my spirit now belong to you. And in
accepting this truth, you need to let the past stay buried." "The past can stay wherever you want it to be, Victoria. I'm interested in the future, our future." Victoria snuggled closer into Jason's body. "Which we can discuss more tomorrow, because right now what I want most in life is to sleep cuddled in your arms." "Then sleep is what we shall do angel." Jason wrapped his arms around her waist, drawing her body close in the curve of his. With a cool breeze starting to move the sheer drape covering the windows, the sound of love songs playing in the background, and the gentle sound of their breathing, Victoria and Jason drifted into peaceful slumber. CHAPTER EIGHT Victoria awakened slowly, feeling a little lost at first, like she was unsure of where she was or what time it might be. Looking around the room, she could not tell what was amiss. Something did not feel right. She closed her eyes, trying to shake the dust from her brain, when she heard the door open, and the strong smell of coffee filled the room. "Morning Yvette" she said, opening her eyes, "What time is..." Her voice trailed off as she realized it was not Yvette standing in the doorway holding the tray. Again she was struck by his looks, tall and elegant. He was wearing black silk pajama bottoms and no shirt. His chest was firm, finely chiseled muscles obvious, stomach tight, his skin smooth and deeply tanned. A jaunty smile sat comfortably on his lips. "No angel, 'tis not Yvette," his voice was soft and gentle. "It's four o'clock on a beautiful Tuesday afternoon, and the temperature is only one hundred and two degrees at the moment." "You let me oversleep." "Perhaps. I've been told as long as I bring coffee, I'll likely be forgiven." "Another of your talents revealed," she laughed lightly. "We have barely scratched the surface of my talents, love." God, his voice was so seductive, yet the words sounded completely natural, as if he had been born with the ability to cause her stomach to flip three hundred sixty degrees with each sentence he uttered. But deep inside Victoria knew everything he said, everything he did, was designed as part of his masterful seduction. He was trying to win her heart, her mind, and her soul. "Then I will look forward to continuing the quest," she purred, as he walked into the room, setting the tray on the table in front of the windows. Her mood was light, as if the events of yesterday afternoon never took place, as if she had not revealed her love for him. "Please, join me," Jason said, indicating the chair across from his. "What, you're not going to serve me coffee in bed?" she asked. "Didn't anyone tell you I always stay in bed until I've had at least two cups?" "As a matter of fact they did; however, if you stay in bed I won't be able to enjoy your naked body framed against the beautiful silk of this chair." Letting out a heart-felt laugh, Victoria threw back the sheet covering her body, climbed from the bed, and with slow graceful steps walked to the chair. Taking a seat, she placed her elbows on the arms of the chair, and struck a natural pose. Her breast pushing outward, her knees folded gently one over the other.
Her foot poised close to his leg, she slowly moved her toes up his calf. "Is this what you had in mind, handsome?" "For the moment," he laughed. She watched as he poured two cups of coffee, then lifted one and handed it to her. Taking a seat in the other chair, his eyes settled on her body, and he very deliberately moved his gaze from her toes up her legs, resting briefly at her stomach, then continuing up her chest. His tongue licked over his lips as his eyes followed the curve of her breast, up her neck, past her lips, and settled locked on her eyes. A smile turned up the corners of his mouth as he lifted the cup to take a hesitant sip of the hot liquid. Watching as his eyes raked her body, she could feel the goose bumps start. Once again needing a distraction, she put all her attention into the cup of coffee she was holding. His laughter filled the room. "Do I make you uncomfortable, angel?" "Not at all, it's just a little chilly in here." More laughter, "Good God Victoria, it's hotter then Hades in here and you know it." She took another sip of coffee, closing her eyes momentarily, than went on the attack. "Let's not discuss the weather, I'd much rather discuss you." "And what exactly is it you wish to discuss?" With a twinkle dancing in her eyes, Victoria started, "Well first of all, let's discuss why it is I've yet to see your naked body." "Yes, we could discuss it, although I believe I explained it to you once already. You do remember, don't you?" A quick flash back to the multiple orgasms and exquisite climax he had wrought, brought a smile to her eyes. "Oh, I remember very, very well, sweetheart. And one of the things I remember is opening my eyes and seeing you dressed, your explanation not withstanding, of course." "Of course," he agreed. "If your desire is to see my body Victoria, all you need do is ask." "Then consider it asked, my love. I want to see your body devoid of clothing." Jason's breath caught when she said my love. Up to this moment she had called him sweetheart or Jase and the words spoken so naturally brought joy to his heart. "Do you want to finish your coffee and perhaps have a quick smoke first? Or are you willing to forgo the daily ritual?" he asked with all seriousness, "Because I must warn you once I get you in my arms again, it's likely to be days before we come up for air." Now it was her laughter which filled the air, "Oh my! In that case I do believe we best finish the coffee, maybe even eat a little something, then Mr. Hunter it will be my turn." "Your turn, my love?" "Oh yes, my turn to play your body, to rock your world--and my turn to take you to the edge of ecstasy and beyond," Victoria responded playfully. **** Two hours later, Victoria and Jason had finished eating. Jason was a great cook, and Victoria enjoyed
sitting at the kitchen table watching him move around the room, breaking eggs into a bowl, chopping vegetables, and searching the cabinets to locate the right pan for this and that. They ate on the balcony, the heat feeling good on Victoria's naked skin, as she had yet to put on any clothes. From the moment he had removed those she wore last night, she had allowed him the pleasure of her body, no clothes or modesty, just free and open. Several times as he cooked, his eyes settled on her breast or the heart shaped curve between her hips and mound. More than once she had moved her legs slightly apart to allow his gaze to rest briefly on her exposed clitoris, and several times she was rewarded by the noticeable swell of his cock. Leaning back in his chair and dropping his napkin on the now empty plate before him, Jason asked, "Did you enjoy the breakfast?" "It was wonderful," she laughed. "I also think you're wonderful, and now I think it's time to find out just how delicious your body is." Standing, Victoria took his hand, pulling hard as an indication she wanted him to stand. Once he was on his feet she led him to the other side of the balcony, overlooking the pool. Letting go of his hand, she dragged her fingers along his waist as she walked around his body, coming to stand directly in front of him. With a smile she said, "And now my love, we will see just how splendid your cock is." The sound of the intercom buzzing was all it took to destroy the moment. With a look of disgust on her face, Victoria hit the button on the phone sitting on the table near them, "This damn well better be important, Pierre," she growled. "You know I wouldn't interrupt unless it was, Belle. There is an urgent call from Paris for Mr. Hunter." Jason moved to stand next to Victoria, "Pierre, please find out who is calling, make sure I have the number, and tell them I'll call back in ten minutes. Then if you would, please join us in the residence, I think we need to discuss a couple of things." Turning to look at Victoria, Jason said, "I think unfortunately we will need to briefly postpone your turn, my love. Why don't you slip on a robe and talk to Pierre for a few minutes until I get back?" "I think you planned this to avoid letting me get a look at your naked body. Maybe there is something strange and you don't want me to find out." "There is nothing strange about my body, angel." Jason turned her around, patted her on the ass and gently pushed her toward the bedroom. "Mind if I use one of the offices for a few minutes?" he asked as she stepped through the bedroom door. "Not at all, Jase. Pierre has keys, tell him to open my office for you." Pierre was coming up the stairs, still smiling to himself about the bit of conversation he had overhead when Jason forgot to close the intercom connection. How had Hunter managed to keep Victoria from seeing his naked body for two days, he wondered. As he stepped onto the upper landing he met Jason on his way to office wing. "Here are the keys to my office," he said as he handed Jason the keys and a note with the name and phone number of the caller. "Please feel free to use anything you need." "Thank you Pierre, this should take about twenty minutes." Pierre continued on to the residence to join Victoria, while Jason continued down the hall to the office. **** Jason walked to the desk and settled into the chair. He had been a little uneasy since Pierre interrupted
them on the balcony. He didn't need the note to know it was Sam calling. Sam was the only person who knew he was in Las Vegas. He also knew Sam would never have contacted him unless it was very important. So what was going on that had Sam worried enough to interrupt him, he wondered to himself as he picked up the receiver and dialed the number for his Paris office. "Hunter Consulting," a friendly female voice said. "May I help you?" "Hello Suzette." "Mr. Hunter, how are you?" "Fine, please put me through to Sam's office." "Yes Mr. Hunter, right away." Suzette put him on hold while she notified Sam that he was on the line. Within seconds, Sam's voice barked over the line, "Jase I'm glad you finally called." The urgent note in his voice caused Jason to worry a bit, "I just got your message. What's so important it's got you interrupting me on a mission? A mission you sent me on." "Jerry Greenberg." Jason frowned at this. "Damnit Sam, I don't have time for any of his bullshit." "This isn't the usual stuff Jase. Greenberg had a heart attack two weeks ago and the firm's in a shambles. His wife is trying to run the company; she's completely lost and has asked for our help. She needs someone running the show and doesn't know the first thing about promoting or hiring a replacement for her husband." "Two weeks and we are just now hearing of this. Damnit Sam what is happening to the communication system? We should have been notified as soon as he was hospitalized." "I know that Jase, and you know that. However, Mrs. Greenberg did not, and apparently no one at the office thought to tell her. Bunch of idiots running around like they haven't got a clue on how the company operates." Jason took a deep breath, letting everything set in for a moment before he responded. "Is Jerry going to live?" "Doctors say yes for now. He's in bad shape though. Looks like he could be paralyzed and his wife does not sound like she's holding it together very well either." "What did you tell her?" "Told her I would need a few hours to get in touch with you and implement a plan. I explained it would take us a couple of days to develop a strategy, and then we would arrange to meet her." Jason thought for a moment about who in the New York office was best suited to start getting things in order, then replied. "Tell Michael I want him heading the team. Have him start with a step-by-step plan to keep things running for a minimum of six months. Make sure he realizes I'm planning to offer him as the temporary replacement for Jerry. I want him running the company until we can determine who in the firm is best suited to take over if Greenberg is unable to return." "Michael is already working on the draft, I figured you would want him on this. He's got the most experience with Greenberg's firm. I also have the plane heading here to pick me up. I'll be in New York
Thursday sometime. Once we touch down I'll have them head to Vegas to get you. We should have everything in place by late Friday to meet with Mrs. Greenberg." "Give me her number Sam. I'll call and arrange a meeting for Saturday morning. And Sam, I'm sure you've already taken care of the flowers, but if not get some sent right away." "Number's 555-4652, and the flowers went out hours ago." "Ok.ay. I'll call you back after I've talked to Mrs. Greenberg." "Sure," Sam said. "Jase, I'm sorry about this." "Can't be helped, Sam. We'll take care of the problems and I can be back here by Sunday night, Monday morning at the latest." "I take it things are going well?" "You could say that. I'll fill you in on things when I get to New York." "See you soon, Jase." "Bye Sam." Jason leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes momentarily. Usually he loved the challenge a situation like this would create. Sighing deeply, he thought about how the timing on this one sucked. Looking at his watch he realized his call to Sam had taken most of the twenty minutes he'd told Pierre he would be gone. He decided to check on Victoria before he made the next set of calls. Standing, he headed back in the direction of the residence. **** Victoria was sitting on the balcony, where Pierre joined her. He took a seat across the table from her and poured himself a glass of lemonade. Victoria seemed to be lost in thought, so Pierre sat quietly sipping the sweetened liquid. Ten minutes passed without words, than Pierre gently tapped her hand. Victoria turned looking into his eyes as if she had just become aware of his presence. Once she did, it only took a moment before she launched into questions. "Are you happy? Do you see what is happening here? Just what do I do now, handsome?" Victoria asked. "What do I do now?" "Calm down Tori, I see what is happening, and yes I'm happy. As for what you do now, don't do anything, just let nature take its course." "Nature! My God, Pierre, you've seen what he does to my senses." He smiled. "That I have. It's like watching you make love for the first time in your life." "I'm not sure I'm ready for this." "When is anyone ready for such passion? This type of connection doesn't happen often, Belle. You need to give yourself time to explore the possibilities." "I'm falling in love, Pierre. That scares the hell out of me." "Tori, listen to me. It's been a few hours of intense pleasure, with a dash of reality thrown in. The hardest part is over. I suggest you just enjoy the next few days and see where you are and how you feel by
Friday." "And what happens when we open tomorrow? Is Jason going to understand my role here at the club? Is he going to ask me to give less to our other members?" "So many questions, Belle." Pierre laughed. "First of all, you don't need to worry about the next two days as I've given the staff vacation time and closed the club until Friday." "You did what?" Victoria demanded. "I never said I wanted the club closed for two days." "Calm down Tori, it's a decision I made and I'm standing by it. You and Jason need some time alone to figure out where you're going with this relationship. And to be frank, you need to find the boundaries as a couple before we throw more bodies into the mix." "What if he decides I should keep the club closed? What happens to your grand scheme then?" "I would never ask you to close the club, angel." Jason stated. Turning toward the sound of his voice, Victoria and Pierre realized Jason was standing in the doorway, leaning comfortably against the frame. "This is your home and your work, my love. I have no desire to disrupt your world in that manner," Jason smiled, as he straightened his body and walked toward the table where they were sitting. "Especially when I can think of many pleasant ways to disrupt your senses." Jason leaned down to give her a quick kiss. Then turning to take Pierre's hand for a shake, he said, "I didn't realize you planned on closing the club." "I felt it best to give everyone time to adjust to the situation, and truth be told, I need a couple of days off myself." Jason moved to lift Victoria up out of the chair, and then slipping into it himself, pulled her onto his lap with ease. He held her close and relaxed as he joined the conversation. "I happen to agree with Pierre." Victoria looked up into Jason's face. "You and Pierre are becoming too much alike all of the sudden." Jason laughed. "Well my dear, since Pierre has taken it upon himself to close the club for a couple of days, why don't we take advantage of the situation?" "And what exactly is it you have in mind?" "Pack a couple of necessities and run away to my suite. We can play tourist. See a show, have a late dinner, and I'll even take you gambling. I'll be your good luck charm." "Sounds lovely, with one condition." "Which is?" "When we arrive at your room I'm in charge for the first two hours. You're mine, no questions, no debates." Pierre had been watching this interesting conversation and decided now was the time to make his exit. "I don't believe I'm needed for this negotiation, therefore if you will excuse me, I'm going to take a swim and then I have plans for the evening. You two enjoy your time away and I'll see you Friday morning." Victoria stood and moved to kiss Pierre goodbye, "Bye handsome," she said as her lips met his.
Pierre pulled her into a bear hug, kissing her lips quickly. "Have a great time Belle." Reaching behind Victoria, Pierre shook hands with Jason, who had come to stand close by. "Au revoir Jason," he said as he turned and left the residence. Taking Victoria in his arms, Jason said, "It's a deal angel, I'm all yours for two hours after we arrive at the hotel." As he stopped speaking, he captured her lips for a probing kiss. Releasing her mouth, he commanded, "Now go get dressed and pack a few things. I have to make a quick phone call to the office, and I'll have the car here in one hour." "Jason?" "Yes Victoria." "Your earlier call, is everything all right?" "For the moment. Sam is flying in from Paris, and I need to be back in New York by late Friday. It should only take three days to get things in order, then I'll return and we can continue exploring possibilities." "Sam?" "Yes, my business partner," Jason explained, wondering about the look that had just come over Victoria's face. "Is anything wrong, angel?" "No, I didn't realize you had an office in Europe. Is that where you heard about Club Belle Tori?" "As a matter of fact it is, Sam is a member here and he has talked this place up quite a bit." Victoria's mind was racing. Sam, Paris, European member, hell, this was a plot, and Pierre was right in the middle of things. "Jase, can you give me two hours before you have the car arrive, I need to take care of a couple of things, and I'd like to spend a few minutes alone with Pierre before we go." Jason was not sure what he'd said, but he knew Pierre was in for a few questions. He made a mental note to ask Victoria about it on the ride to the hotel. "Sure angel, take all the time you need. I'm going to make my calls, and then go for a walk around the garden. I'll meet you back here in an hour and a half." **** The water was not heated and yet it was very warm after so many days of high temperatures. Pierre was swimming laps, diving into the deep end of the pool on each lap to take advantage of the cooler water at the lower depth. He heard his name being screamed and surfaced to see Victoria standing at the side of the pool, her hands on her hips and daggers shooting from her eyes. "God damnit Pierre, get your ass out of that pool and start explaining." Pulling himself up on the edge, he shook water from his hair and said, "Calm down Tori. Is all this screaming necessary?" "Fuck yes its necessary. If I don't scream I'm likely to start throwing things at your head you bastard." Pierre jumped to his feet and walked over to stand next to Victoria. Taking her hands, he looked into her eyes, "Belle, you need to stop swearing and tell me why you're so upset. Did Jason do something?" "Jason didn't do a damn thing Pierre, you're the one who is playing games with Samuel Grimes as your partner!"
Pierre pulled her by the hand and maneuvered them to the chairs under the umbrella. "Sit down Tori, let me explain," he said, a note of laughter underlying his voice. "So it was a plot all along. You and Sam played fucking matchmaker and decided to screw with my life. Baise! How could you Pierre? You told me this was not a god damn game, you told me he just happened to show up." "Victoria," Pierre interrupted, "shut up a minute. It's not a game. Sam and I planned to bring you and Jason together, not to play with your lives, but because we believe you two are made for each other." "Was Jason in on this master plan?" "No, he knows nothing about it. Sam dropped hints about the club and you, I simply made sure you would agree to having a partner." Pierre's eyes implored her to understand. "Tori, you know this is a good thing, even if it was a minor deception in the beginning." "Minor deception; is that what you call this? You drag me into the desert and force me to agree to allow a man into my life. You plot with Sam to get Jason to join the club, than you sit back and pretend its all coincidence." "Now wait just a minute Tori, I did not drag you into the desert, nor did I force you to agree." Pierre stood and paced in front of the table. "If I remember correctly, you enjoyed most of the evening we spent in that tent. Besides, I don't remember you complaining Sunday night when Mr. Jason Hunter was playing your body like a fine-tuned piano. And it seems to me you're the one who told Sam you hoped to one day find a man to love." "Hells bells, handsome. Just what did Sam tell you about the time we spent together and how long have you two been working on this little caper?" Pierre turned to face Victoria. He could tell by her tone of voice that her anger was slowing. "He told me enough to agree to his little plan." "How long Pierre?" "Since December. Sam and I have talked often over the last few weeks. He's been in Paris getting their new office open, and Jason didn't join him there until last week. It seems Sam dropped some hints at dinner one night and the next day Jason flew here to Vegas." "How long has Jase been in town?" "He arrived last Wednesday, completed his application, and then waited at the hotel for Sunday night. I didn't want to have him come any sooner, because I knew you would freak about it being too fast." "Damn right I would. It seems to me all your careful planning has gone to waste, because I've discovered the truth after all." "Mon amour, do you really believe I would have kept this from you forever? Sam and I knew both you and Jason would learn about our plan sooner or later." "I guess it would be impossible to keep it from us for long. Okay handsome, you're off the hook for now; however, tell Sam I have a few things to discuss with him the next time he's in town." "I will tell him this evening when he calls." Pierre smiled at the look on her face when she realized he and Sam had been in contact since Jason's arrival. "Now don't you think you should go get packed so you
can get to the hotel and see what Jason looks like without his clothes on?" Victoria came out of the chair swinging. Pierre had pushed one too many buttons today, and she was once again spitting mad. Pierre grabbed her wrists as she swung for his chest, and picking her up easily into his arms, walked over to the side of the pool and dropped her in. Victoria surfaced sputtering, ready to go at him again, but Pierre had already disappeared into the pool house. Slapping the water several times as she swore under her breath, Victoria let off steam, then climbing out of the pool she stripped out of her robe and walked naked back into the house to dress and pack. **** Jason backed away from the edge of the balcony, careful not to let her know he was there. He had not planned to eavesdrop on their conversation, though her screaming and swearing were a little hard to miss. He walked into the living room, a smile on his face as he thought about Sam and Pierre plotting to bring him here. While Victoria might be upset about their little scheme, Jason was nothing but pleased, and when he talked to Sam later he needed to remember to thank him. Remembering he was supposed to be making phone calls, Jason headed back to Pierre's office to get busy before Victoria found him standing around looking guilty. CHAPTER NINE The ride to the hotel was short, and uneventful. Victoria sat with her body close to Jason, as she talked about each of the landmarks they were passing. All too soon the limo pulled up in front of Jason's hotel and the valet opened the doors to assist Victoria and Jason out of the car. Hand in hand they walked to the elevator and disappeared into Jason's suite. Victoria spent a few moments looking around then taking Jason by the hand she led him into the bedroom. * He did not say a word, nor did he hesitate to follow her. It was her turn and Jason allowed the desire in his eyes to sparkle, as he delighted in her taking control. He had no idea what it was she planned to do, he just knew his body was ready for release. The pressure of jizzim in his balls had been increasing for hours and he had had so many erections, he had lost count. Whatever she did from this moment on it wouldn't take much to make him explode. * Victoria stepped closer to him; reaching for the buttons on his shirt, she slowly undid each one. Once his shirt was open and his chest exposed, she pushed the material off his shoulders and tossed the shirt on the floor. Finding the zipper on his trousers, she gently lowered it and hooking her thumbs over the top of the waistband, she slowly moved his pants down his hips. Lifting his foot, she slipped off his loafers and slid the leg of his pants over his foot, then moved to the other leg and did the same. Standing again she slipped her palms down inside his briefs, pushing them down his legs, allowing his cock and balls freedom, a look of appreciation lighting her eyes. She glanced up into his face, "Hmmm, I believe I've discovered yet another hard muscle on your body, my love." "Hard with need and longing for you, angel." She continued to push the waistband down and silk pooled at his feet, as she took his calf to lift it up and out of the way of the material. First one leg, than the other and finally he was naked before her for the first time. Standing, she took two steps back letting her eyes scan up and down his body. Walking around to look at his ass, her finger trailed lightly over his skin. First along the top of his hip, across his ass, the other hip,
then as she completed the circle, coming to rest right above his cock. His shaft was standing straight, waiting for her touch, which did not come. "You're superb, Jase," her voice was sensual. "I can not find a single flaw. I believe you have the most magnificent body I've ever seen. Strong, powerful, and built to give pleasure." Her hand moved between his legs, fingers stroking lightly over his balls. "And your cock is perfect." Her fingers rubbed over the top, circling the crown, then moved below to run along the underside. Pre-cum trickled onto the head of his penis, glistening drops waiting to be drunk. Victoria moved her fingers through the wetness and massaged it in circles. "Sweet droplets of nectar, waiting for my tongue." She knelt in front of him. Taking his rod in her hands, she lightly played her tongue over the tip, licking each pearl of cum into her mouth. * Jason's muscles rippled at her touch, as the blood pounded through his veins. Her hands and mouth were warm and wet as she sucked his cock into her mouth. Her hands feeding it deeply into her throat, her muscles grabbing as it slid further and further into the depth. Her cheeks contracted creating suction, which pulled him tight, his shaft buried completely inside. The muscles of her throat were relaxed, allowing him to ride deeply down and she started to move. Her lips pulling out over his cock as she moved back, releasing the tension, then sucking hard, drawing him deep again. The moisture increased as her saliva mixed with pre-cum, coating his penis as it slid in and out. He felt her teeth running over his skin as his cock was drawn down her throat, suction grabbing, then releasing as she pulled back again. His balls hardened with ever-increasing amounts of jizzim, burning to escape the confines and fill her mouth. A low moan of pleasure rose from his gut and his hips started to pump against her face. Lost in the haze of impending climax, Jason was suddenly freed. Dizzy from expectation his body reeled as a rush of cool air hit his cock once her mouth no longer encased it. "Patience my love," she purred. "The boundaries of pleasure have just been crossed. There is much to be discovered before sweet liberation is granted." Victoria stood, her lips moving to his for a kiss. Her tongue slid into his mouth, bringing pre-cum to his taste buds. Swirling her tongue around his cheeks, she sucked his juices into her mouth then plunged her tongue against his teeth. Her hands found his cock and she massaged the wetness still lingering there into his skin. Jason's tongue joined hers in the exploration of cheeks, lips, and tongues. Tasting and sucking, he moved his arms around her waist and pulled her body close to his. Holding her tightly, he found pleasure in the feel of his rod pressed against her belly. His knee moved between her legs, pressing hard against her mound, deepening the kiss. Victoria placed her hands on his shoulders, pushing gently to break the seal of their lips. "God, I could spend eternity in your arms, your lips against mine, and never want for anything else," she said, her voice low and sexual. "Now your temple awaits, my love." Jason was amazed at her voice, never having heard a woman sound so completely lost in primal lust. Every word she uttered was rife with expectation. "My body is yours, my mind is yours, and my heart is yours, do as you will, my love," he commanded. Victoria turned, her back to his front, and took a step forward, separating their bodies. Bending at the waist with legs slightly parted, she took her ankles in her hands and pushed up until she was standing on tiptoes. The mini skirt she wore did nothing to hide her ass or the garter and stockings she still had on. "Move close babe, and press your cock against my pussy," her voice still low, seductive. Jason moved forward, his hands first pushing the skirt completely off her ass, then sliding between her legs, pulling open her lips with one as the other guided his shaft into place. Poised at the opening, yet not
actually inside, using his hand he moved his cock forward and back several times, coating it with honey, which had been flowing inside since before they ate breakfast. Once his rod was coated with liquid, Victoria moved her hips back, pushing the crown past her vulva, muscles grabbing and holding it there. She released her ankles and placed her hands on the floor to steady her self for a moment. Then she drew her arms back, bringing them up over her back. "Take my wrists," she commanded. Jason placed his hands over hers, taking her wrists in a firm grip. Not sure exactly what she had in mind, as this position was new to him. He smiled. It had been a long time since a woman surprised him with sex. Usually he had to find new ways, new places, and be in control--this delightful turn of events caused a new rush of anticipation to course though his body. "Lean back, love. Pull until our arms are straight, and push forward with your hips," she instructed. Jason followed her request, finding as he pulled back with his arms and pushed forward with his hips, his dick slid easily into her pussy. The angle of his cock in this position shot it straight into her upper g-spot, hitting deep and tight against the back wall. He felt her body shake, as his muscle raked over the knot and a flood of hot juice poured around him. Pressing hard against her ass, he kept his cock tightly in position, waiting for her to adjust to his size. He could tell by the deep breathing coming from her lungs, he had hit the mark on the first plunge. He felt the orgasm start, her muscles contracted, and the nub of her g-spot pulsed. "Hold my wrists tight," she demanded, as she pulled her hips forward, pulling his cock away from her knot, and then slamming back hard with her body, driving his cock home. Cum exploded around his penis and a low rumbling scream of pleasure rushed from her lips, echoing around their bodies. The room was hot and beads of sweat rolled down his chest. Without a pause, without a moment's hesitation to absorb the shock wave, her hips pulled forward, than slammed back. Her orgasm continued unimpeded, as his cock was fucked, sucked tight by muscles contracting, as cum continued to flow, her hips pounding his. A steady rhythm controlled by her movements back and forth, as two bodies joined together in desire. Jason leaned his head back, allowing his mind to fly free and gave himself over to the flood of need building deep within. His lower body pushed forward, his upper body leaned back, pulling her arms rigid as she rode his shaft. The slope of their bodies drove the head of his cock directly into her g-spot, slamming it up against the back wall of her vagina. He was so deep inside his cock filled every inch of her pussy, hitting hard with each thrust in and out. He could feel the blood pumping through the veins of his shaft, his balls slapping against her clit, and the rocking motion continued. Her screams were continual, rolling one after the other with unending orgasms shaking her body. She increased the rhythm of her thrust, sucking his rod deeply into the folds of her pussy. Again and again, she drove it deep, then pulled it out as her muscles grabbed hard. His body reacted, tingling spears of need soared up on a crest of desire, and hot jizzim moved up his cock, wave after wave of cum slammed into her pussy. The sounds coming from his throat were wild, animal-like howls of pleasure. His entire body was jolted with each surge of fluid ejecting from his cock. It was difficult to breathe and he could feel her body racked with spasms, muscles contracting harder than anything he had ever felt before. The air swirled around them, as climax ignited their bodies, lifting them beyond the mind. The only thing left was a sense of touch, as flesh became alive with overwhelming sensitivity. Unable to speak, barely able to breathe, he held her arms to keep her from falling forward, as the motion slowed to a stop. Every muscle in his body reacting to the glorious release she had liberated. Jason felt her body relax. The muscles that were twisted tight around his penis let go. The contractions
slowed, and her breathing returned to normal. "Can you support yourself, my love?" he asked. "You will need to release my wrist before I'll know, sweetheart." Carefully letting go of one wrist, Jason waited until she had planted her hand on the floor in front of her, before he let go of the other one. She stayed there, both hands on the floor at her feet, holding her body in place until she was sure the waves of dizziness had left. Then moving with seductive grace she flipped her hair back over her head, as her body lifted up to a standing position. She took a step back, and leaned into his body, his arms wrapping around her waist, his lips coming to rest on the top of her head. "Victoria," his voice was hesitant. "That was the most, the best, the... God I don't think I know a word to describe what just happened." "Heaven?" "You will get no difference of opinion from me on that description, angel." "Incredible?" "Times ten." Jason moved closer to her. His body still shaking, he wanted to feel her warm flesh next to his. Reaching out and working slowly he started to remove her clothing. "Your hands are shaking, Jase," she said with a grin. "My whole body is shaking my love and I expect it will be for some time to come." * Victoria relished the thought that she had been able to rock his world, like he had rocked hers. Taking pity on him, she began to assist with the buttons on her skirt and with the two of them working they soon had her clothes piled neatly on the floor next to his. "Perhaps a short nap might be in order," Jason stated. "Hmm, I believe I could close my eyes for awhile." Jason walked over to the desk and lifting the phone, requested the front desk give them a wake up call in two hours. He also made reservations for a private blackjack table for eight. Placing his hand on the phone for a moment he looked to Victoria, "Anything I've forgotten?" "Not that I can think of at the moment." "That will be all for now then, thank you," Jason said into the phone, then hung up the receiver and returned to take her by the hand and lead her to the bed. With the curtains drawn, the lights off, and their bodies satisfied for the moment, Jason and Victoria fell into a peaceful sleep. **** The sound of her laughter could be heard from several feet away. Victoria was winning at blackjack and the stack of chips in front of her had been growing quite nicely. The casino had assigned one of her favorite dealers to their table and the two of them were enjoying a steady banter as Jason tried to keep up. Robert the dealer seemed to know a great deal about Club Belle Tori, and from what Jason could glean, Victoria and her staff had been known to spend great amounts of money gambling here.
"Pierre will never believe I've won this much money. Robert you better write a note so I can prove it to him." Victoria was laughing again. Turning to smile into Jason's eyes, she said, "You were right babe, you are a good luck charm." "Glad to be of assistance, angel. And I hate to end our fun, however, you seem to have won a great deal already, and it's almost ten. We should say our good-byes to Robert here and go get some food. I'm starving." After talking for a couple more minutes, exchanging farewells with Robert, and cashing in their chips, they headed for the door. Exiting via a little-used side door, they entered a dimly lit garden area, and walked slowly toward the street. It had been a magical evening. Neither of them was paying much attention to their surroundings, it was late and the garden was almost deserted. Hearing voices, Jason noticed a couple standing a few feet beyond a small fountain they were approaching. He couldn't hear what they were saying, but the body language did not look good. The man appeared threatening and a look of fear was evident on the woman's face. Jason glanced at Victoria confirming she too had noticed the couple. He tightened his grip on her waist as he slowed his step, bringing Victoria to a stop twenty feet away from the couple. The woman noticed them and a pleading look came into her eyes as she glanced quickly at Jason. He became aware that the man had a firm grip on the lady's left arm, holding her to the spot as he continued to whisper at her. Jason released Victoria and briefly looked into her eyes. "Stay here," he commanded as he took two steps away from her side. Suddenly the woman screamed, a loud slap reverberated in the air as the man's hand connected with the side of her face. Jason moved quickly, bounding toward the man and hooking his upright arm before he could land another blow. Taking the attacker by surprise, Jason had the upper hand. With a quick step backwards he effectively unbalanced his opponent, who needed both hands to break his fall. The woman, now free, ran quickly into the arms of two security guards who had responded to the earlier screams. Things were happening quickly and Victoria remained motionless, eyes transfixed on Jason. He was standing, legs parted over the downed man, every muscle in his body coiled to strike if the man came up swinging. It was this stance which allowed him to deflect the knife that slashed at his chest as the man came to his feet. The security guards, becoming aware of the knife, started demanding the man drop his weapon, as they surrounded the combatants looking for an opening. Jason was on the defensive. The knife slashed again, and he felt the blade connect with his chest. His shirt torn and bloody, Jason realized he was no match for a knife. Before the assailant could inflict additional damage Jason instinctively jumped out of harms way. The sound of a police officer demanding the man drop his weapon or be shot seemed to halt the attack. Dropping the knife, the man fell to his knees as security and police overwhelmed him. * Robert had been walking toward the exit, his shift complete, when he was drawn by the commotion. He noticed Jason leaning against a small tree, blood showing through his white shirt and quickly moved to his side, "Mr. Hunter, are you okay? You're bleeding, come sit down." "I'm fine really, please find Victoria. She's over by the exit somewhere." His body wavered as he slumped to the ground. Robert yelled for a doctor as he helped Jason lay down on his back. Blood was flowing freely from the wound on Jason's chest and Robert looked to see the hotel doctor running toward
them. "Over here Doctor Howard!" "Robert, go find Victoria now!" Jason demanded. He was bleeding, in pain, and worried. He also knew it was only a flesh wound and at the moment he did not want his orders ignored. He wanted Robert to find Victoria and he wanted it done now. "Robert, get your ass up and go find her or else." "Yes Mr. Hunter." Robert said as he stood to leave. The doctor had arrived at Jason's side so Robert headed across the garden, between police and the security people still in the process of handcuffing the attacker. She was standing close to the doors, her face drained of all color, eyes unblinking. Robert rushed to her side. "Ms. Lane are you all right?" he asked, getting no response. "Victoria" he said again, gently placing his fingers on her arm. Her skin was cold. He stood in front of her, his concern growing as he watched the blank look in her eyes. "Victoria," he shouted, shaking her shoulders gently. "Robert." Her voice sounded distant, her eyes moving up to look into his face. "Is Jase okay?" "He's fine, the doctor is with him now." "Doctor," she said, her voice cracking. Her knees became weak and if it had not been for Robert's hands on her shoulders, she might have fallen right there. Frightened by the pale look on her face and the shaking of her body, Robert quickly said, "Victoria he's fine, just a minor cut. Come with me and we'll go find him," his voice was cajoling. Taking her gently by the elbow, he led her past the fallen assailant and police. * A crowd had gathered and security was holding them back. Jason was laying on the ground, his shirt removed and a doctor kneeling in front of him assessing the damage. Victoria stopped when she noticed the blood covering his chest. Jason glanced up and saw her standing there. The strain on her face was evident. The look in her eyes concerned him. He smiled easily and said, "Victoria, I'm all right, really 'tis just a scratch." Victoria stood silent. "Angel please don't be upset, I'm fine really. Ask the doctor." "I'm okay, Jason. We need to get you inside." With that the doctor and Robert sprang into action. A path was cleared as Jason was helped to his feet and they were escorted to a small room off a side lobby. Two security guards were posted at the door and Jason was advised the police wanted a moment of his time when the doctor was done fussing. Victoria moved into the well-lit room. Jason was led to a couch and told to lie down so the doctor could finish dressing his wound. "It's not deep Mr. Hunter. As a precaution I would like to transport you to the hospital for a quick check. We can also give you something for the pain." "I'm not in pain doctor," Jason stated. "And a stiff drink is about all I want at the moment." "Alcohol is not advisable Mr. Hunter. The ambulance will be here in ten minutes. I really must insist that you allow us to treat you." Before Jason could open his mouth Victoria said, "He will allow it, doctor." Victoria met Jason's eyes,
daring him to object. This was not a request, she was serious and Jason had no doubt he would soon be on his way to the hospital. **** Jason was in no mood for discussion, after seven hours at the hospital all he wanted was to be released. No matter how much he objected, the doctor had insisted he take a couple of pain pills, which of course had gone right to his head. The dizzy spells had subsided somewhat; however, he was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to sleep. Victoria was very quiet and he had asked her several times if everything was all right, to which she kept saying "I'm fine." God, he hated those words. I'm fine, as if that was all she needed to say and he would forget the look on her face. I'm fine, as if that was all she needed to say and he would forget the sound of her voice. Did she think he was an idiot? She was not fine, and once he got over the effects of the damn drugs, he was going to sit her down and they were going to talk about what happened. He knew she was frightened, and most likely thinking about seven years ago. He was not Matt and he was not going to die. This much he would need to make clear to her, once the damn drugs wore off. The limo arrived at the gates of Club Belle Tori and Pierre buzzed them in. He was waiting at the bottom of the steps to help the driver bring Jason inside. Victoria had told him most of what happened when she called from the hospital earlier that morning. He opened the door. Victoria stepped out and immediately started issuing orders. "Help him out. Be careful of his chest. Hold his arms tighter, he's light headed from the drugs. Take him up to the master suite." Her orders were belted out like she had been taking lessons from a drill sergeant. "Calm down Tori, I'm not going to break him," Pierre growled. "Just get him upstairs to bed, and don't give me any shit Pierre. I'm not in the mood to be calm, and I don't want to deal with any macho male behavior at the moment." "I'm not being macho," Jason said, his words coming out slow and slurred. "And I'm not talking to you, sweetheart. So just shut up and climb the stairs. The doctor said you need to sleep and that is what you're going to do." Once in the bedroom, Pierre and the driver lowered Jason onto the bed. Victoria swiftly ushered them out of the room. "I'll call you tomorrow Pierre." "Belle?" "Damnit Pierre, I'm not made of glass. Everything is fine, I just want to get him to bed and then get some sleep myself. Jase needs to fly to New York tomorrow morning and I want him rested before he leaves." Looking at Pierre, she could see he had many questions still to ask. "Handsome, trust me--we will talk tomorrow." Pierre was left standing in the hall as the door closed. He slowly walked down to the club. Several stiff drinks were in order before he found his bed this evening. CHAPTER TEN The air was cool on her naked body, the smell of roses wafting in on the breeze through the open window. It was wonderful to feel cold after so many days of heat. There was even a fine mist floating in the room and from somewhere in the shadows she heard a voice. Straining to hear she concentrated on the sound of the voice. Its tones were rich, masculine, mesmerizing. "I want to see the sparks of ecstasy
fly as I make you mine... As I make you mine... As I make you mine." Victoria understood the words, knew the voice was his, and listened as he repeated the words "make you mine" over and over again. She yelled into the shadow, "Stop!" The voice continued. Again she yelled, "Stop!" and still the voice continued. STOP! Victoria's brain screamed as she came awake with a start, shaking off the hypnotic effects of the dream. Opening her eyes she saw Jason was still asleep at her side and she lay there watching him breathe. He was everything she could ever want in a man, and that scared her beyond belief. Deep inside Victoria knew he had already won her heart, and if she was not careful he would soon capture her very being. Fear of losing herself to this man overwhelmed her and she rolled out of bed. "Where you going, angel?" His sleepy voice washed over her. "Just getting some coffee" Hearing the strain in her voice, Jason was suddenly fully awake, "Is something wrong, Victoria? Did you sleep well?" "I slept fine Jase, just need some coffee," she said slipping out of the bedroom and heading down the hall. Walking into the kitchen, she hit the switch on the coffee maker, swearing under her breath because Yvette wasn't here to start it for her, then she moved to look out the window. Standing there watching the sun peek up over the hills in the distance, her mind slipped back to that fateful night seven years ago... Matt's body on the ground, her screams. The loss she felt at that moment. The remembered feeling of utter love she felt for him. Victoria had thought she was ready for that kind of love again, ready to have a man take her in his arms and with passion and fury make love to her--but she was wrong, the pain was not worth the pleasure of love. Jason could have died yesterday, just like Matt died. She couldn't live through that kind of loss again... She felt him enter the room behind her and walk over to rest his hands on the nape of her neck. "Victoria, what's wrong?" His voice sounded confused. "Nothings wrong, except I really need a cup of coffee," she tried to sound cheerful, but failed completely. He grabbed her shoulders and spun her around to face him. His eyes full of confusion, he held her pinned, the question not yet spoken, although there, hanging between them. His lips descended to hers and he kissed her with every ounce of passion within him. His arms holding tight as she returned his deep probing kiss. As he withdrew his lips, his eyes once again locked on hers. She knew he was waiting for her to speak ... her mind screaming, please Jase keep kissing me, don't let me talk, don't let me send you away... Finally she said, "I'm fine, sweetheart, really." Jason stiffened at her words. "God damnit Victoria, don't use those fucking words again and don't lie to me!" Jason's voice held a note of anger, "You are not fine." Shocked at his tone, Victoria tried to placate him, "Jase, really, it's been a long couple of days. A lot has happened and I'm just a little tired this morning." "Victoria, I know it has all happened fast and I wish I didn't need to go to New York today. I will only be gone three days, then I'll be back and we can make plans for our future."
It was so easy for him to speak of a future together, as if it were destined to be. Victoria continued to look out the windows, not speaking, not moving. "Victoria, my love, it is only three days. I promise I'll be back before you have a chance to miss me." His voice pleaded as if all he had to do was convince her it was only a short time. He had no idea and she could not find a way to tell him. There were no words she could use to explain why they would never see each other again. "Angel?" Jason started. "It's just a scratch." "I know Jase, I'm just being silly. Three days is only a moment in time compared to the rest of our lives" "Are you sure there is nothing else wrong, my love?" "I'm sure Jase, it's just the last four days have been so wonderful and very overwhelming at times. I'll be okay, really." she turned to smile at him, hoping he would stop asking questions, praying he would take her in his arms and never allow her to leave. Victoria's words seemed to please him, and he bent to kiss her tenderly. Jason knew she was not going to talk about what was bothering her. Maybe if he let it drop for now they would both have time to think of a way to deal with her feelings when he returned. Not sure he was making the best decision, he nonetheless decided to let the matter drop. Wrapping his arm around Victoria, he turned and led her back to the bedroom. Without words, without thought, they once again explored the boundaries of passion's fire. Five hours later Jason walked out the front door, climbed into the limo, and drove out the gates. **** As Jason stepped through the open door of the jet, he noticed Sam standing on the tarmac at the bottom of the stairs. Walking down, Jason extended his hand to him, "I didn't realize you were meeting me." "Figured we could talk in private this way." "Anything new happen since yesterday?" "No. I just want an update on Vegas before we get started on things at the office." Jason laughed as he stepped into the waiting limo and settled into the seat. Sam slid in next to him from the other side, and moments later the limo pulled away from the plane and they were headed into the city. "How is Victoria?" Sam asked. "Everything you said she was and more." "Jase, I need to come clean about a few things..." Jason interrupted, "It's okay, Sam. I know about you and Pierre plotting to bring us together. I'm not mad, upset, or looking for an apology. As a matter of fact I want to thank you." "Your welcome and I'm glad you're happy. I became very fond of Victoria and knowing that you two are going to be together is wonderful news." "Well, don't start planning any wedding yet. There are a few problems that need to be addressed."
"Problems?" Jason leaned back into the seat, "Why don't you pour us a drink, tell the driver to detour though the park and I'll fill you in." For the next forty-five minutes, the limo circled around Central Park as Jason told his best friend about the last four days. * Sam sat silently, letting Jason tell the story, nodding every now and then. Shaking his head at times, he listened until Jason stopped speaking. Many questions had come and gone in his mind as the story unfolded. At the moment there was only one he wanted to ask, "How's the chest doing now?" Sam's voice held a note of concern. "I'm fine Sam, really." "Why in God's name would you take on a drunk with a knife?" "First of all I didn't realize the jackass had a knife when I interfered with his plans to knock the lady around some more. Secondly, even if I had known I couldn't have stood back and let the creep hit that woman again, and you couldn't have either." "Yes, I would have done the same thing in your place. It's just too bad Victoria had to be there. It had to have brought back memories of the night her husband was killed." "That's what I figured, however, getting the lady to talk about her fears is not easy. I plan to sit her down and get it all out in the open when I return. I'll be damned if I'm going to let her freak out every time I get a bump or bruise." "I'd call a knife slash down your chest a little more serious then a bump or bruise, but I understand what you're getting at." "Well all I can do is hope Victoria understands as quickly as you did," Jason smiled. Laughing, Sam replied, "Well let's get to the office and settle the Greenberg situation so you can get back to Vegas." "Sounds like a good idea Sam." Jason hit the comm line and told his driver to head for the office. **** The desert breeze had arrived, bringing with it cooler temperatures. The garden was once again an enjoyable place to be. Victoria was kneeling in front of a flower bed weeding when she heard his approach. "Tori?" Pierre's voice came from behind her. "Yes, handsome?" "What are you planning to do?" He sounded so concerned. "At the moment I plan to weed this flower bed" "Don't side step me Victoria, you know what I'm asking." "Pierre, you have been my lover, and my friend, always, so please understand. I'm going away, I don't
know where and I'm not sure for how long. I need you to keep Belle Tori going while I'm gone. Can you do that for me?" "You know I will Tori; however, I can't help but wonder if this isn't the stupidest thing you've ever done." "It may be." She laughed, as she pushed herself up. Standing in front of Pierre she smiled. "Do me a favor, Belle." "Anything, handsome, you know that" "Call me soon and let me know you're okay." Victoria moved to kiss Pierre, he folded her in his arms and held her there for several long minutes, then releasing her, he lipped the words I love you, and walked away. Six hours after Jason's plane left, Victoria boarded a flight out of Las Vegas, and disappeared into the setting sun. **** Monday morning Jason returned as promised. Pierre was waiting at the top of the stairs when his limo arrived. "Bonjour Jason, welcome back." "Hello Pierre, it's nice to be back." Still standing on the porch, the front door open, Pierre broke the news, "Jason, there is no easy way to say this." "Say what?" "Victoria is gone." "What do you mean gone?" "Just that, she's gone, not here, gone!" Pierre hissed. "She packed her bags, boarded a plane, and flew off to parts unknown. She wouldn't even tell me where she was going." Pierre watched the emotions wash across Jason face. Disbelief, hurt, and finally anger as his eyes grew frosty and he demanded. "What have you done to find her?" "I haven't done a thing, except keep the club going. Besides it's not my place to find her and bring her back." "I realize that Pierre, but I am not going to sit around and wait for her to stop acting like a child. God, I can't believe she ran away. This is so stupid." "I believe that is the word I used when she told me her plans." "Well, I suggest you get someone to bring in my bags and tell Yvette she has a new boss for now, because I will need her help." "What do you plan to do?" Jason looked straight at Pierre, "First I'm going to settle into the master suite. Any objections?" "None," Pierre replied.
"Good," Jason stated. "Next, I plan to hire a detective to trace her movements and then I'm going to bring her home. Any questions?" "None," Pierre assured him as he turned to direct the unloading of luggage. Jason's voice stopped him. "And Pierre, I understand if you feel it would be disloyal to help, but I'm warning you, either help or stay out of the way." "I will be available to assist in any way I can Jason. Just realize she will not be easy to find." "Well she may not be easy to find, but she doesn't realize who she is dealing with this time." With that statement, Jason entered the mansion and headed up the stairs to the residence, yelling into the air as he went, "You can run my love, you can hide all you want, but know this now, I will find you." Pierre stood on the porch, listening to Jason yell at the walls, and smiled, knowing he had chosen the right man. End of Book I Coming soon--Book II of the Club Belle Tori trilogy... The Club Belle Tori Trilogy Book II Belle Tori Too! Follow Jason Hunter on a wild ride as he searches the world for the woman of his dreams. With the help of the staff at Club Belle Tori, his best friend Samuel Grimes, and a Las Vegas PI, Jason closes in on his prey. After months of searching, the mostly unlikely chain of events leads to the discovery of his lady's hideaway. With his goal almost in sight for the first time in months, Jason is unprepared for the twist of fate that will keep him from his lady's side a little longer. Belle Tori Too, is a fantastic romp around the world as Jason and Victoria await the fates to bring them together again. And the question everyone wants answered: will Jason take advantage of the clubs pleasures while the search is on, or will he remain true to the woman he believes is his soul mate? The answer can only be found in the upcoming sequel Belle Tori Too! About the Author: Michelle Hoppe first discovered a love of writing in a high school creative writing class and has been putting pen to paper ever since. Married to her high school sweet heart and the boy next door for thirty years, she has three children. When asked what gave her the courage to write erotica, she smiles softly and says her hubby, who encourages her to write whatever she wants. Several years ago the family moved to a quiet little town nestled at the bottom of the Olympic rainforest in Washington. With beautiful beaches, stately mountains and an abundance of nature, Washington is an ideal location for Michelle to write her novels and poetry. An avid internet surfer, chat room enthusiasts may know her as LadyM. Her short stories, poetry, and pictorial stories have been featured on adult web sites. And now she has turned her talent to writing erotica romance for the enjoyment of her fans, both old and new. We invite you to visit Liquid Silver Books
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