Club Belle Tori

by Michelle Hoppe

  “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. “It’s 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, and 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 p
erhaps 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, then 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, “It’s 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, then 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 supposed 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 than 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 7

  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.