“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.
“Dammit 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 a while. 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 someday 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 gentleman 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 excitem
ent 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 you’re 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 3
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 heaven’s sake, please let it be less than 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 red 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 than 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 its 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 a while. 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, and 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.”
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