Giving Off Sparks

by Sami Lee

  “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 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. Hun
ter. 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.”

  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 through 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 dammit! 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 cum 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 gentl
y 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 aureole 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 through 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.”