Club Belle Tori

by Michelle Hoppe

After a couple of hours greeting members, mingling with those lingering in the lobby, and passing out hugs and kisses by the dozens, Victoria heard a familiar voice.

  “VICTORIA” his voice boomed off the ceiling as he entered.

  “Don, you good looking hunk of man,” Victoria replied, moving closer to allow him to take her in a bear hug. Lifting her easily into his arms he spun around three times before setting her feet back on the floor. Thank God he kept his arms around her because she felt a moment of dizziness wash over her.

  “One of these days you're going to drop me, you big lug.”

  “Never happen,” he said with a grin breaking across his face.

  “How are things going these days?”

  “Never better Victoria, never better.”

  “That's good, and in case you didn't know, I'm glad to see your face after all these months.”

  “It's good to be back, can't wait to get a look at tonight's guests,” he laughed. “And if I don't find anything interesting I'll be looking for you beautiful.”

  Victoria smiled at the compliment, “You best look hard sweetheart, because Pierre has partnered me this evening.”

  Throwing his hand to his chest, a mock look for grief on his face, Don responded. “Hell, wait 'til I get my hands on Pierre. No wait, come to think of it, when did you having a partner ever stop me?”

  Victoria laughed at the tone of voice he used. Don had been a member of the club for several years, and never brought a woman with him. He was the type of man who loved moving from room to room, sometimes watching, sometimes joining in, but always wanting a new partner from hour to hour. Victoria knew he would seek her out even if Pierre told him not to, so she just smiled, placed her hand on his and pointed to the bar. “Well head on in and have Pierre introduce you to the group, I'll be joining you a little later.”

  “Will do,” he said bending to plant a kiss on her cheek, then turned and headed for the bar.

  “He's such a bear,” Sophia said as she walked toward Victoria. “But you gotta love the size of his cock.”

  “Yes, he's one of a kind.”

  “I think that may be a good thing, could you imagine having more than one like him here on the same evening?”

  Laughing, Victoria replied, “God wouldn't that be a wild thing?”

  “Yes. Wild might not be the right word though, more like crazy and insane. Anyway it's almost eight, you ready to close the doors for the night?”

  “Yes, 'tis time to let the games begin.”

  Moving toward the front door, she set the lock on the gate using the security panel, officially closing the doors so to speak. If you had not arrived by now, you were out of luck for tonight.

  Scanning the room, they saw the last of the guests had moved to the bar, so Sophia and Victoria headed toward the stairs.

  “Looks like a good crowd this evening.” Sophia said.

  “Umm, yes.”

  “So, you excited about the mystery man?”

  “What do you think?” Victoria replied with a soft laugh.

  “I think you're going to be very, very pleased.”

  “So everyone keeps telling me, and I guess time will tell. For now, why don't you go join the fun in the bar, and tell Pierre I will be there soon.”

  “Okay, you sure you don't need anything else?”

  “Just a little time alone.”

  Knowing Victoria didn't want company, Sophia walked back across the lobby, disappearing through the doors of the club. Victoria continued up the stairs to her office, once inside she locked the door and flopped on the couch. As she sat there, her eyes closed, she allowed her mind to drift to thoughts of the good thing they had going and their ever-increasing membership.

  There were a few simple rules people agreed to in writing before being accepted, the most important one dealing with alcohol. It was a hard and fast policy—no drunkenness or drugs would be tolerated. If a guest was caught with drugs or became so drunk as to create a problem, they were removed from the club and their membership was revoked. Club Belle Tori didn't offer refunds either, so at twenty grand a year per person, people usually didn't break the rules.

  Victoria normally arrived inside the club a little after eight. She liked to give members time to get their first drink, eat a little if they were hungry, and find partners before she made her entrance. She also needed a little break before the evening went into full swing, usually dozing off for fifteen minutes and then waking, feeling refreshed and ready. At the moment her mind was not capable of relaxing for more than fleeting minutes because it was continually drawn back to the mystery man. Sleep or anything remotely like sleep was impossible. “Good lord Victoria stop it, just haul your ass off this couch and get down there,” she said to herself. Shaking her head and glancing once in the mirror to make sure everything was still in place, she hit the light switch, opened the door, and headed for The Club.

  Chapter 4

  She heard his voice before her eyes adjusted to the dim smoky light coming from within.

  “Tori, mon amour,” his French accent always had the ability to send tingles down her spine. His warm lips descended on hers as his hands pulled her into a probing hug. Returning his kiss, she let her tongue slide into his mouth for a quick taste, lingering just a little to allow the scent of his cologne to register.

  “Hello Pierre,” their bodies parted as they walked toward the bar. “You look handsome tonight as always.”

  Pierre smiled, “And you look good enough to eat, Belle.”

  “Mmm, well maybe later handsome, for now I'm wondering if you have anyone special you'd like me to meet?”

  “I do believe there is, and all you have to do is be patient just a little longer.” Pierre replied with a sly grin.

  “Oh I can be patient, the question is, can the mystery man?”

  “We shall see.”

  As they reached the bar, she realized one corner of the room had been slightly changed. She guessed correctly that the mystery man was in the seat, now conveniently facing away from view. So Pierre was going to play this all the way, she thought. Well she could appreciate the effort and let him know, “Nice touch, handsome.”

  “Oui, I thought so,” he smiled as he directed her into a chair at the bar, kissed her quickly on the cheek, and walked away.

  * * * *

  Jason knew she had entered the room, not because he could see her, he felt her. He knew she was close and his mind wondered why he should suddenly have this connection with a woman he had never met. Shaking the thought from his mind he realized this was the moment he had been waiting for. The moment he would get his first look at the woman he'd come half way around the world to meet.

  Knowing her attention would be centered on her entrance, he turned, allowing his eyes to drink in the vision of her loveliness. He knew from Sam's description she would be beautiful, and now he had a new definition of beauty. Watching her lips meet Pierre's for a kiss and the natural way her body molded into an embrace caused his heart to race, and a twinge of jealousy to hit his stomach. He was thankful his corner was bathed in shadows and as he stared, she playfully ran her hands over Pierre's body. His breath caught in his lungs as her body was released from the embrace and he got his first look at her breasts.

  They were pert, well-shaped and held in place by a red bustier, which was skin-tight. Her shapely legs captivated his attention next, the mini skirt she wore doing little to hide the curve of her ass. Sam hadn't exaggerated about her looks or elegance. Even dressed as a sex goddess, no one in their right mind would mistake her for a lady of the night. She was stunning. His heart skipped as he heard her voice for the first time, the lilting tones.

  It seemed strange to his mind that he was connected with her in some way already. Why did he sense her presence, and what was it about her voice that had his cock standing at attention so quickly? His senses were reeling. This didn't happen to him. He was always in control and yet, he felt drawn to her side. A need to touch her, to make sure
she was real, overwhelmed him. He moved to stand when a voice close to him broke the spell Victoria's presence had woven over him.

  “Mr. Hunter.”

  “Um,” shaking his head Jason turned, “Yes Sophia, did you say something?”

  “Just wondering if you need anything?”

  “No thank you.” Jason replied, then changing his mind said, “Wait.”

  “Yes”

  “Bring me a pen and paper please.”

  Taking a pen and note pad from her pocket, Sophia handed them to Jason.

  “Hold on a second please,” Jason requested. Writing a quick note, Jason handed it to Sophia with instructions to take it to the bar and have Tony follow his instructions to the letter.

  “Yes Mr. Hunter, anything else?”

  Jason smiled, “Unless you can speed up time or make everyone in this room disappear, I don't think so.”

  With a soft laugh Sophia left to take the folded note to Tony.

  * * * *

  Victoria settled into her normal seat at the top of the bar overlooking the dance floor, which gave her a view of most of the people sitting around the tables. She noticed Tony was busy with a blonde who seemed to have captured his attention. She knew however that he, like everyone else, was more than aware she had arrived and knew he would break off the conversation as quickly as possible, most likely worried about keeping her waiting. Although Victoria had never expressed displeasure with the job Tony did as bartender, she knew he still worried if he kept her waiting very long.

  Scanning the room, she admired the way candlelight flickered and danced off the crystal and artwork hanging in several places throughout the room. She could hear voices from every corner of the main salon, music was playing, food and drinks were flowing freely, and several couples were already engaged in what could only be described as foreplay. Pierre was working the room, getting anyone sitting alone hooked up with others, making sure everyone had whatever toys they might want. As her eyes settled on the exit to the east wing, she noticed Don heading out the door with three couples. Maybe if the mystery man didn't pan out, she would go looking for him after all, she thought to herself.

  Tony finally freed himself from the blonde and was mixing a drink, which was good; she felt the need for the soft warmth only vodka could induce. Tony was young, only twenty-four and about as good looking as they got. His brown hair was shoulder length, offset by piercing dark eyes and a tall slender body. The cobalt shirt he was wearing did nothing to hide the muscles of his chest. His lean body moved with a masculine grace all its own, and Victoria had enjoyed the months spent teaching him all the sexual tricks a man needed to know in order to please a woman.

  “I assume we are drinking the normal this evening?” Tony's voice swept through her thoughts.

  “Yes, we are.”

  “Things seem to be getting off to a fast start this evening, compliments of the gentlemen at table four,” he stated as he placed the drink in front of her.

  “Hmmm, really now, and did you tell the gentlemen I don't accept drinks from men I haven't been formally introduced to?”

  “Yes I did, he said I should deliver it anyway, and to tell you he is intrigued by thoughts of what you are not wearing under your skirt.”

  So the mystery man moved quickly which meant he had either not listened to Pierre's instructions, or he was a man who felt confident in his own looks and power.

  “So tell me what you think Tony.”

  The devilish twinkle in his eyes let her know he was about to say something outrageous, “I think he will make you soak your panties the moment you set eyes on him, that is if you wore panties.”

  Her laughter filled the air, “Really now Tony, you know I don't fall that fast.”

  “Well maybe so boss, but tonight I think you might be in for a surprise.”

  “Okay, Tony. Tell Pierre to make the introduction as soon as he is finished doing whatever the hell it is he's doing.” She smiled, “and Tony, bring me a drink he hasn't paid for.”

  “Already on my way boss.”

  Watching Tony's ass as he headed back to the middle of the bar to mix another drink, she smiled. Alone once more, her eyes scanned the room again. She took pride in knowing every member and except for the few new people, knew everyone here by name. In fact she had enjoyed sex with most of them at one time or another, and before the night was over, she would know many of the new people, intimately.

  “Here you are boss, a drink he hasn't paid for,” Tony chuckled as he sat the glass in front of her.

  She gave him a smile and wink, than lifting the drink to her lips she licked around the edge of the glass. The distinct taste of cranberry and vodka hit her taste buds. Tilting the glass up she allowed a large amount of the liquid to flow into her mouth, where it floated, coating the inside of her cheeks. It burned slightly as it worked its way down her throat, her tongue sliding over her lips to capture any moisture still lingering there.

  “You rang?” Pierre whispered loudly, his mouth very close to her ear.

  She jumped ever so slightly at his voice so close, then she turned to face him. With a warm glow of anticipation lighting her eyes, and using a voice dripping with sex, she looked directly into his eyes and said, “Belle Tori is ready to rock and roll.”

  With a knowing smile, he walked off in the direction of table four.

  * * * *

  “Victoria,” Pierre's voice came from her left as she stood to meet him. A very tall gentleman was standing slightly to Pierre's right and just out of her line of vision.

  “I would like to present Mr. Jason Hunter. Mr. Hunter, may I present Victoria Lane.”

  She extended her hand to him and instead of his hand she found herself being presented with a long-stemmed red rose. His voice was deep, masculine, bold, “It's a pleasure to meet you Victoria.”

  Taking the rose, inhaling deeply, she slowly lifted her eyes to get a first look at this man. “Please call me Tor…” she started to say, but the lump in her throat prevented the words from coming, “God I'm staring into the face of Adonis,” she whispered under her breath, then raising her voice, “Mr. Hunter, hello.”

  He extended his hand to take hers and lifting it to his lips planted a warm kiss, as Pierre walked away chuckling at her sudden inability to speak intelligently. Her surprise lasted only a moment, and then regaining her composure she smiled.

  Jason returned her smile, knowing very well the affect he was having on her senses.

  Finally finding her equilibrium, Victoria asked, “Will you join me for a drink Mr. Hunter?”

  “Please call me Jase.”

  “Okay, Jase may I buy you a drink?”

  “Actually, I believe I owe you a drink, since you didn't accept the first I had delivered.”

  Was he trying to bait her, she wondered? “Okay Jase, let’s have a seat and we will debate who owes whom a drink, and please call me Tori.”

  “If you will allow, I'd rather call you Victoria. It's such a passionate name for such a seductive lady,” Jason stated as he lowered his agile body into the chair next to hers.

  Tony walked over to take their order and she could tell by the look in his eyes he wanted to ask if he was right. She let out a soft laugh as Tony stopped in front of them.

  “Is something funny?” Jason asked.

  “Well actually, Tony here has a question and is just dying to know the answer.”

  Tony took this teasing in stride. “I can wait for my answer,” he said. “But, I'm willing to bet I was right.”

  Jason looked confused and she decided to give him his first shock of the evening. “Yes Tony you were right, they would be soaked if I wore such a thing.”

  “Are you talking about what I think you're talking about?” Jason smiled.

  “Um hmm, Tony told me earlier you were so good looking it was likely when I met you I would soak my panties.”

  With a smile on his lips, Jason leaned into her body, whispering softly, “I'm very glad to have had t
he desired effect on you, Victoria. Perhaps, if it's not too bold, might I taste your excitement?” Without waiting for an answer his hand slid beneath her skirt, touching briefly on her inner thigh. His skin was warm and his body was very close, shielding his actions from the view of others. She felt his breath on her neck as his finger found her clit and slowly stroked over the wetness coating it. Her eyes closed, a low moan escaped her lips as his hand withdrew from between her legs. “Mmm” he said, as she opened her eyes to see him slowly lick his tongue along his finger, the look in his eyes one of desire.

  She swallowed hard, “What are you drinking this evening Jase? Besides me of course,” her voice cracked. Realizing she needed a second to collect herself she looked at Tony. Jason laughed as he also gave his attention to ordering drinks. Any debate over who would be paying for them ended when Jason signed the tab. Having spaced for several seconds, Victoria took more than a few deep breaths, then returning her attention to Jason, she realized she was alone with the mystery man.

  Victoria knew Tony had come back with the drinks, not because she saw him do it, but because she had a fresh drink in her hand, and for several minutes she and Jason sat silent, sipping from frosted glasses and gazing into each other’s eyes. Jason broke the silence first, giving her a quick history of his life. She learned that he owned a consulting firm, loved to travel, liked moonlit walks on the beach, and read novels in front of the fire on cold winter evenings. Jason realized he had stunned her, and was only too pleased to carry the conversation. He talked while she listened and the time faded away.

  All too soon Pierre was back, informing Victoria it had been an hour. Jason sat there quietly while Pierre and Victoria whispered.

  “Tori, I need to know if you want to invite Mr. Hunter to stay,” Pierre asked softly.

  With an impetuous smile, knowing she had no intention of letting him leave at this point, Victoria leaned over and asked. “Well Mr. Jason Hunter, how would you like to spend the next several hours exploring your sexual fantasies with me?”

  “I am at your disposal Ms. Lane.” He smiled as if it was a forgone conclusion she would ask him.