Belle

by Treasure Hernandez

  “Shit, not from me, boss,” Ollie said. “You know I’m always down to make some extra coin. And I never liked that nigga Percy anyway.”

  Chapter 9

  I do quite naughty things now. I do like to be a bit sexy.

  —Kylie Minogue

  Look, my bitches all bad, my niggas all real

  I ride on his dick, in some big tall heels

  Cardi B’s voice filled the entire house up as Gene’s Girls once again did their thing. That night, the clients were all millionaires, and the money started falling the moment they walked through the door. Russian’s words stuck with Belle, so that night when Drip offered her a pill to pop, she refused it. Russian was right. If she couldn’t get the job done sober, then there was no point in her being there. Surprisingly, when it was her turn to take over the floor, her nerves weren’t bad at all. She was still getting used to the pole, but she knew enough tricks to make the crowd go crazy.

  I got bands in the coupe

  Bustin’ out the roof

  I got bands in the coupe

  Touch me, I’ll shoot

  Belle twerked to the beat of the song, and she could feel her ass going in a circle. She’d gotten used to the feel of the money falling over her near-naked body, but that didn’t make her love it any less.

  When the song was over, Phil raked all of her money to the side in the living room of the mansion. All of the girls had their own piles, and so far, hers was the biggest. As she walked in her five-inch heels to the kitchen, she noticed one of the guys whispering to Aria and pointing at and looking at her. He was a handsome white man, probably in his mid-30s. He was muscular and had brunette hair and sandy brown eyes. He was clean-shaven with a perfect smile. Belle paid no mind to them. He was probably asking Aria to get a private dance with her, which she didn’t mind doing. She just needed to quench her thirst first. All of that dancing had made her hotter than ever.

  The kitchen in the mansion was just as big and lavish as the living room. There was a wide marble island close to the sink that Belle ran her fingers over as she passed. She opened every white wooden cabinet door until she found a glass. She took it to the sink and filled it with cold water before pressing it to her pink lips and taking a big gulp.

  “Hey,” Aria’s voice came from behind her.

  Belle turned around and realized that Aria must have followed her to the kitchen. That night Aria was wearing a sultry see-through black teddy with the matching sheer robe. Her ankle-strapped stiletto heels were at least six inches, and they made her plump bottom sit up perfectly. On her head was a long black wig with a middle part. The smoky eye shadow gave her a darker look than what Belle was used to seeing on her, but still, she was beautiful.

  “Hey.”

  “You did your thing on that pole! I see you’ve been practicing those moves the girls have been teaching you.”

  “Yeah,” Belle said with a smirk. “It feels like I’ve been doing this shit forever. It hasn’t even been three weeks.”

  “You’re a natural. Got that money rolling in. Pretty soon you’re going to need two duffle bags to store it in,” Aria said, moving a piece of Belle’s hair from her face. “You see that guy I was talking to?”

  “The good-looking one?”

  “Yes, him.”

  “What about him? He want a dance or something?”

  “Yes, he wants a private dance in one of the bedrooms.”

  Her words made Belle stop sipping the water in her hands and set the glass down. She gave Aria a puzzled look. “You mean away from the other girls?”

  “That’s what private dance means, doesn’t it?”

  “I guess, but . . .”

  “But?”

  “I haven’t done that before. I mean, I’ve given solo dances, but always in the main party area.”

  “Then what’s the big deal? That cracker is probably planning on dropping major bread on you.”

  “Is . . . is that all I have to do?”

  “Dance?”

  “Yeah. I’m not really with any of that extra shit.”

  “You talking about fucking him?”

  Belle didn’t answer. She just picked her glass back up and downed the water to the last drop. She suddenly felt the jitters that she’d been doing a good job keeping at bay. They crept up on her like a robber in a home invasion until soon they took over her body.

  “Relax, bitch,” Aria told her. “You don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to do. All right?”

  “All right.”

  “Now if your thirst is quenched, follow me. He’s already in the bedroom waiting for you.”

  “Okay,” Belle said and took a few wobbly steps after her.

  She didn’t know why she felt like her legs were working ten times harder at holding up her weight. It was almost as if she were next up to perform and suddenly caught a bad case of stage fright. Either way, she felt intimidated. More intimidated than she felt the first night she danced, but she remembered that was because Drip helped her out with that.

  Belle took a big breath when Aria led her upstairs and to the end of a long hallway. A bedroom door was open, and Belle assumed by its large size that it was the master. Sure enough, upon entering, Belle saw the same guy Aria was talking to sitting on a king-sized bed with a stack of money beside him. When he saw her come in, she instantly saw the look of pure lust pass over his face.

  “Beauty, this is Billie. Have fun,” Aria said and winked at Belle. Before she left, she leaned and whispered in Belle’s ear, “Phil will be right outside the door.”

  Aria left faster than Belle would have liked, but why wouldn’t she? Belle had been rocking the house the last few parties. She had long since tossed her training wheels aside. She glanced over her shoulder and watched the bedroom door close behind her before she turned back to Billie. He probably didn’t even notice her discomfort or that she was rubbing her hands up and down her thighs out of nervousness. No. His eyes were too busy taking their time on her body.

  They started at her full, pouty lips and traveled down to her neck. Soon they found their way to her plump breasts and the way they sat in the plum-colored pushup brassier she’d decided on for the night. The thong she wore matched and had gotten swallowed between the cheeks of her voluptuous butt. When his chilling blue eyes were done there, they traveled to her flat stomach before landing on her thick thighs. He licked his lips, probably wondering how they felt. At last, when they reached her crotch, she couldn’t stand it any longer. She cleared her throat.

  “Excuse me for a second please,” she said and started toward the bathroom in the bedroom.

  “No, take your time,” he said with a smile. “I won’t be going anywhere.”

  She tried to give him a seductive smile before she rushed to the bathroom. As soon as she flicked on the light, she shut the door behind her and locked it. Pressing her back to it, she slid to the floor with her eyes closed. Placing a hand on her chest, she could literally feel how hard her chest was pounding. Why this? Why now? Every emotion that she’d been suppressing was coming up and staying firm in her mind. Her grief, her sadness, and most of all, her anger. She was all alone, and the people around her were truly strangers. Her father’s face came to mind, and she clenched her eyes shut, begging him to go away. She could see the disappointment in Lucas Dubois’s eyes looking at her cowered down in the bathroom.

  A stripper. That’s what she had become. Exotic dancer was just the less derogatory name for it. She had become a woman who used the allure of pussy to get a dollar.

  Belle stood up and walked slowly toward the mirror. She saw herself all made up like a porcelain doll. Every wand curl in her hair was still perfectly in place. There were some beads of sweat across her forehead due to her nerves. All she wanted to do was walk out of that bathroom and leave the house altogether, but she didn’t know how far she’d get. She wondered if anyone would try to stop her. But where would she go? She had no home to go to. Her uncle hadn’t even tried to get in
contact with her once since she’d been gone. All she had was herself, and that was what she would have to use to survive.

  Belle pushed her father’s disappointed expression out of her mind and reached in her bra. She had been confident that she wouldn’t need the pill, but she brought it anyway. As a “just in case” precaution. There were little paper Dixie cups next to the sink, and she filled one of them with cold water. She stared at the pill in the palm of her hand for a few moments, debating what her next move would be.

  “Everything all right in there?” Billie called to her.

  “Yes,” she replied and quickly popped the pill and drank the small shot of water. “I’ll be right out.”

  She counted to sixty three times before she opened the bathroom door. There were two things that were different about the room. First, it was darker, and the lamps had red bulbs shining in them. Second, Billie had made himself extremely comfortable. No longer was he wearing his suit jacket and crisp slacks. Instead, he was in a pair of Versace briefs and a T-shirt.

  “I hope you don’t mind that I got a little comfy,” he said, standing from the bed when she came out. “I rarely wear clothes in my bedroom.”

  “This . . . this is your bedroom?”

  “It is. Are you not impressed?” he joked and looked around the room. “I thought the lion rug upon entering and deep red drapes were definite lady killers.”

  “Oh, they are,” Belle hurried to say, not wanting to offend him. “Nice, I mean.”

  “I’m just fooling,” he said and flashed her his perfect smile. “I have to say, your name is more than fitting. You are by far one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen, and that says something. As a successful business owner, I’ve had my share of pretty women, but you have them all beat.”

  Belle’s pill had started to kick in, and she felt it coming over her body. It could be compared to the carefree sensation one might feel after those four straight shots of Hennessy. Her skin tingled from her face to her toes, and she didn’t understand why she had ever tried to give up the feeling. That time when she rubbed her thighs, it wasn’t because her nerves were bad. No. It was because she was enjoying how smooth they were, and she knew they were going to get her the big bucks that night.

  “Are you going to stay so far away from me?” he asked.

  “I didn’t come in here to be away from you,” she answered. Even her voice had changed. Gone was the timid tone of Belle, and welcomed was the sexiness of Beauty. She batted her long eyelashes at him and saw him with a different set of eyes. She wasn’t intimidated by him any longer as she assessed him. The bedroom, his bedroom, screamed, “King,” and she could tell that he treated and even viewed himself as royalty. She could also tell, based on the small bulge in his briefs, that he was definitely overcompensating. Line ’em up, then knock ’em down.

  “Why did you choose me out of all the girls for a dance?” Belle asked as she walked slowly to him.

  “I already told you. You’re beautiful,” he answered.

  “Is that the only reason?” she asked when she was so close to him that her breasts were almost touching him.

  Her nearness caused Billie’s breathing to turn shallow as he looked down at her. She matched his stare with an intense one of her own. She didn’t smell a lick of alcohol on his breath, so he might not have been unknowingly generous to her. With him, she might have to do a little more than just smile and shake her thighs in his face. She would have to fuck his mind up.

  “No,” he said in a low tone.

  “Is it because of my fat ass?” she asked, turning around so he could get a better view.

  She bent down low and came back up slowly, looking over her shoulder. Pressing her bare butt on his crotch, she forcefully nudged him so that he fell back onto the bed. Seeing his stuck expression, she giggled. There was no music, but Belle didn’t need any. She put her hands on her knees and sensually rotated her back in a circle. The movement caused her thighs to shake like an earthquake as her bottom went up and down.

  “Yes,” he answered with his eyes transfixed on her, and she giggled again.

  “Or maybe it’s my luscious titties,” she said, standing up and turning to face him.

  She allowed him to mush his face in her chest as she shimmied. When she felt his tongue between her breasts, she drew back and wagged a finger at him.

  “Ah ah, you naughty boy you,” she said with a wink.

  “I am a naughty boy,” he said and licked his lips. “Come show me how you punish us bad boys.”

  “I can do that,” she said and walked over to his dresser where he had a wireless speaker.

  He had an MP3 player next to it, and Belle quickly found the song she wanted to dance to: August Alsina’s “Like You Love Me.” His voice was so smooth to her, and it was easy for her to move her body to it once she heard his first note. By then, Belle was so high that she barely felt her feet moving. She danced in front of Billie, on him, and even on the bed around him. By the time the song was over, he had already thrown the majority of the stack of twenties beside him. On August’s last note, Billie just grabbed the remainder of the stack of money and handed it to her.

  “Please just stay for a few more moments,” he begged. “I don’t deserve to be inside of a woman as stunning you. But please, let me relieve myself in your presence, and you can have all of my money.”

  He didn’t wait for Belle to give him the okay before he pulled his briefs down. His penis was bigger than what Belle had thought, and he grabbed a bottle of oil from his nightstand beside his bed. He put a little in his hand before wrapping it around his erection. It wasn’t the first time that Belle had seen a white man’s manhood, but that didn’t make it any more appealing. It was paler than the rest of his body, and the head of it reddened with each stroke from his hand.

  Belle stood in front of him, not knowing what to do, but the money in her hand felt so good, and she thought it was best to stand there although the song was over. She couldn’t lie, seeing him pleasuring himself to just the sight of her turned her on. It also reminded her that it had been such a long time since the last time she herself was intimate. His eyes explored her body as he jacked himself off, and she slowly began to touch herself. It wasn’t until her hand fell between her legs that she realized just how turned on she was.

  The moment her fingers touched her swollen clit, her body jolted with electricity. Moving her panties to the side, Belle slid her fingers between her plump second set of lips and felt how moist she’d become. Her pussy was hungry to feel an orgasm, and once she started circling her clit with her middle finger, she couldn’t stop.

  “Mmmm,” she moaned, feeling her legs give out under her.

  She fell gently to the ground, lay on her back, and spread her legs. She put the stack of money in her hand beside her face, so close that she could feel it on her cheek. Billie had the perfect view of her pretty shaved pussy, and she could see him stroking his dick and rubbing his own ball sack. The carpet was so soft underneath her, and she pulled her bra down to expose her chocolate nipples.

  “Yeah, rub that pussy, baby,” Billie moaned. “Imagine it’s my tongue sucking and licking all over that fat clit. Imagine my big white cock stroking that pretty pussy. That pretty shaved pussy, Beauty.”

  There was something about the low growl in his undertone that made her clit jump. Her own juices flowed all over her fingers, making her entire hand sticky. She moved her hips in a circular motion as she pleased herself. Using her free hand, she began rubbing her breasts softly and pinching them every so often. The sensation was so blissful that her back arched. She felt her climax getting closer and closer until—

  “Ahhhh!” Billie shouted and emptied his ball sack into the air. “Fuck! You sexy-ass bitch!”

  His semen shot up and hit the carpet right beside Belle’s thigh, but she didn’t care because she came at the same time. Her back arched in a way that made her full breasts jiggle, and she let her sticky nectar drip onto the carpet
under her. The spot beneath her bottom was wet, but she didn’t move until she caught her breath.

  “That was beautiful,” Billie said when Belle fixed her bra.

  He pulled his briefs up and helped her off the ground. Before she got up, however, she placed a stack of money in her garter and left the rest strewn over the floor for Phil to come and get. The intensity she experienced from the orgasm made her legs a little shaky, but she was able to stand on them. Belle fixed her bra and blew Billie a kiss.

  “I hope you enjoyed yourself,” Belle told him, going for the door.

  “Lady Passion told me you would be worth that whole five thousand, and she was right. Maybe I’ll see you the next time I’m in Miami?” Billie asked in a hopeful voice.

  “Maybe,” Belle answered and left the room.

  When Belle opened the door, sure enough, Phil was standing outside with his arms folded. When she passed, he went in the room to collect her money. All she wanted to do was get downstairs to where the other girls were so that she could have a drink before her next dance, and that time she didn’t want any water. As she made her way down the hallway, she heard a commotion coming from one of the rooms she passed. It didn’t sound like the usual fun and giggles that she had grown accustomed to. It sounded like someone was having a full-on tussle. Belle pressed her ear to the door so that she could hear exactly what was going on. There was a crash that was followed by what sounded like a smack.

  “So this is why you’ve been so tired after every party, Cream?”

  Belle recognized the voice instantly. It was Aria. She’d never heard her sound so angry before.

  “Lady Passion, I’m sorry. I won’t do it anymore. Please don’t—”

  Slap!

  “Bitch, don’t beg now!” Slap! “You’ve been stealing coke for months now!” Slap! “I knew something was off when I bagged the shit for the parties. And now I know why.”

  “Please, Lady Passion. I just needed it to cope.”