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. “Dammit 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 discus
s, 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 than 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 someday. 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 2
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, and then 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 w
hat 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.
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