by Paul Preston
Bella Lisa lifted her belly off the seat cushion and offered her opening to him. As Williamson spoke; he squeezed more of the lubricating gel directly onto her opening, sliding the tip of his index finger gently in and out. He grabbed a handful of her thick hair in his hand again, guiding his shaft in and out of her mouth.
“Does this hurt at all, Ms. Mauricio?”
Bella shook her head no twice.
“I have already claimed your mouth as an instrument for my pleasure and tomorrow I will claim your sex as my own over and over, but I must also take your opening here. As my sub, this special part of you is mine as well, do you understand?
Bella Lisa nodded yes.
“But I made a solemn vow to you before you signed the contract that I would never cause you any pain. I intend to keep that promise, but in the days to come I intend to penetrate you here, but only if and when your opening is ready for me.”
Bella Lisa nodded yes again.
“I must tell you… I love your ass, Ms. Mauricio. I love it.”
Williamson removed his wet slick hand from between the cleavage of her cheeks and let go of the tight grip he had on her thick flowing hair. He lifted the pearl necklace from around her neck with his wet hand. Bella Lisa could smell the raw scent of sex from the inside of her body where his fingers had rubbed and penetrated her. He pulled himself out of her mouth and rested her head on the car seat. Using the necklace he gathered into his palm, he rubbed the pearls through her cleavage and into the moist open folds of her sex. He slipped the pearls in one by one, pressing the necklace over her lips and over her clitoris. She began breathing with rapid and shallow pants, as he pressed the pearls deeper into her womb, her thighs twitching and convulsing. She could feel her heart pumping wildly in her chest, like it was going to burst. At that moment, Bella Lisa never felt more alive. Williamson slowing pulled out the necklace, pearl by pearl.
“Come for me now, my sub. Come for me.”
She moaned out loudly, not caring if the men in the front could hear, and felt a delicious release into the twisted wet pearls, her thighs twitching uncontrollably. When her body calmed and her heart and breathing slowed, she opened her eyes.
“Thank you, my Lord. I didn’t think you could top what happened after dinner, but somehow you did. It’s always so different with you, each time. It felt wonderful.”
“I am at your disposal all week long, Ms. Mauricio.”
Williamson maneuvered himself back into his pants and zipped up, carefully.
Bella sat up.
“But what about your pleasure? I never—”
“We don’t want you getting fresh come all over your pretty new outfit, and these imported black leather seats shouldn’t get all wet and sticky.”
“But—”
“I can wait until after the show, my pretty little submissive. Don’t you worry. You’ll be satisfying me soon. Again and again and again.”
“You are a sex addict.”
“I know. I think you’re right. I’m going to get help I promise, but I think I’m going to wait until next week.”
Bella Lisa felt the limo come to a stop.
“We’re here, right on time, Ma Cherie.”
She saw Williamson close his eyes and put the pearls in his mouth, take a long deep breath in through his nose and suck on them, savoring the taste of her. Then he placed the pretty necklace back around her neck, smiling. Her thick, creamy effluence was all over the sticky wet pearls and they smelled powerfully of her sex. Luman opened the door and reached his arm in to assist her out of the limo. She got out on very shaky legs, nearly falling over. She could see Luman breathing in her scent, trying not to stare at her. Williamson got out and took Bella Lisa around her waist.
“Wait out front. I’ll call you when we’re ready to leave,” Williamson said.
“Yes, sir,” Luman replied.
Williamson held Bella Lisa closely and led her toward a large nondescript black concrete wall, without any apparent doors or signage. It appeared to be the façade of some kind of abandoned warehouse.
“Is this the theater?”
“Yes.”
“Where’s the sign?”
“We need to keep it discreet.”
Williamson led Bella Lisa to a door built into the wall which she would never have noticed had she been alone. He opened the door for her and they entered the marble lobby of the A and E Club, his hand on her behind. Mirrored glass was laid into the three surrounding walls and a heavy red velvet curtain separated the lobby from the theater. A large crystal chandelier seemed to float above her, reflected in all directions by the mirrors. She never would’ve thought such an opulent theater lobby would be here, hidden within the ugly exterior brick walls. As Williamson led Bella Lisa across the lobby toward the hostess platform, she saw the ubiquitous Mr. Firmin checking her out. She could hardly blame him for staring, or any of the other well-dressed men milling about who had turned to gawk at her. In fact, it seemed the entire crowd froze in their place to ogle her as she passed by. Even though Bella Lisa intuitively felt she had just stepped into a dangerous world, she could not stop herself from smiling pleasantly at each of the men. She could tell by their hard intense looks, that if given the chance, they would grab her and hold her down on the floor in the middle of the lobby and take her repeatedly. The scent of her orgasm was strong in the air, her full breasts and extended nipples were on display, her ass was coated with slippery lubricating gel, her puckered opening still red and responsive to Williamson’s touch, and her tiny G-String was nestled inside the lips of her sex, wordlessly inviting, in fact pleading for anyone to come over and stroke her glistening outer folds. Bella Lisa closed her eyes, trying not to listen to the indecent voice inside her.
Admit it. You want them to touch you. You want to feel the hands of the strangers on you, stroking you. You are giving them permission to use you for their pleasure by the way you look at them, inviting them to touch you by the way you allowed yourself to be dressed…
As if Williamson was listening in on her improper thoughts, he continued to possessively place his hand over the cleavage of her cheeks. He stared back aggressively at the lewd staring men.
“Stay back. This ass is mine,” he seemed to tell them with his cold hard eyes.
“Good evening, Mr. Williamson, Ms. Mauricio.”
“Hello again, Mr. Firmin,” Bella Lisa said, smiling brightly to the familiar face.
“Might I say you look particularly ravishing tonight, my dear,” Firmin said, staring at her breasts.
“Thank you, sir, you’re too kind.”
“If you don’t mind putting your tongue back in your mouth and stop drooling over my date, I’d like to be seated. The 9 o’clock performance is about to start,” Williamson blurted out gruffly.
“Yes, sir. I’m sorry, sir. Your usual table?”
“No, Firmin. I think tonight I’d prefer one of the side booths, if one is still available.”
“Of course, sir, let me just see what can be arranged. Excuse me for one moment please.”
When Firmin had gone inside the curtain, Bella Lisa chastised Williamson.
“Mr. Williamson, why were you so rude to Mr. Firmin? He’s always been very polite to me. Why did you snap at him? He was just looking at me.”
“It’s unseemly for one of my employees to look at you in that manner. In fact, all the men in the lobby seem to be staring at you.”
“Are they? Really? Well, what did you think would happen when you decided to parade me in public, oiled, nearly naked and smelling of sex?”
“Yes…You make a good point. OK, Ms. Mauricio, you win this round. I’ll apologize to Firmin later.”
Firmin returned to the lobby after moving a party of four to the table down front that was always reserved for Williamson, and the group was excited to be upgraded to the more expensive table in the theater, free of cost. He held the curtain open, then escorted Williamson and Bella Lisa down a side aisle, away from the majority of
the audience. As she breezed by in her sexy outfit, she could feel hungry eyes on her breasts, her behind and her sex. They sat down in a dimly lit secluded booth on the far side wall of the theater.
“Contact security, Firmin. Let them know where we’re sitting. I don’t wish to be disturbed.”
“Of course, Mr. Williamson.”
“Also, champagne on ice, Firmin. The best. Dom Perignon.”
“Coming right up, sir.”
“Mr. Williamson,” Bella Lisa said, gesturing with her head toward Firmin.
“Oh, right. Uh, Andre?”
Firmin was surprised to hear his first name used. He turned to Williamson.
“Yes, sir?”
“Sorry about snapping at you in the lobby. I was out of line. It is next to impossible not to gaze at the beauty of Ms. Mauricio.”
Firmin looked warmly at his friend.
“Don’t worry about it, Phillipe. Enjoy the show, Ms, Mauricio.”
Firmin whispered into the ear of a waitress and slipped through the crowd.
“See, that wasn’t so bad. You even called him by his first name.”
“Yeah, we go way back.”
“You can apologize. Maybe you’re not an old wicked beast after all. Just old and wicked.”
“You are changing me for the better, Ms. Mauricio. Refining my baser instincts, it’s true.”
A few patrons of the theater walked by and stared at Bella Lisa’s voluptuous breasts.
“It makes me proud to come in here with you. I like how everyone’s looking at you.”
“I think it has something to do with my intimate parts exposed for everyone to see.”
“Luckily, Ms. Mauricio, the lights are about to fade. You’ll have some privacy from the all the prying eyes, molesting your body parts.”
“I’d rather have you molesting me, My Lord.”
“All in good time, my sub.”
The bottle of champagne on ice was set on the table and two glasses were poured.
They clinked their glasses together as Williamson made a toast.
“To the start of our memorable week together, Ms. Mauricio.”
They both took a sip of champagne as the house lights began to fade.
“Ahhh, showtime,” Williamson said.
When the theater was completely dark and before the stage lights came up, Williamson pulled Bella Lisa close to him in the booth. He removed from his pocket a small bottle of massage oil.
“What’s that, Mr. Williamson,” Bella Lisa whispered.
“Just a little something to enhance the enjoyment of the show. Now, open your thighs for me and lift up your hips…”
In the dark, Bella Lisa let her knees fall outward and lifted her pelvis off the seat.
Williamson squeezed some oil into his fingers and slipped his left hand under her panties and his right hand between the cleavage of her cheeks. She lowered herself down onto his hands. In the dark, Williamson’s fingers kept in intimate contact with Bella Lisa throughout the show, stroking her sex with one hand, while massaging between her cheeks and her opening with the other. Bella Lisa nuzzled close to him, occasionally kissing and sucking on the lobe of his ear.
“That feels so good. You make me feel alive, Mr. Williamson,” she whispered.
The lights came up on a very pretty girl with long flowing auburn hair, bright red lips and long eyelashes, dressed in white lingerie, stockings, heels and long open-fingered white gloves going all the way up her arms. She stood shyly before the audience, biting on a fingernail, her eyes cast downward.
“She’s very pretty,” Bella Lisa commented.
“You’re much prettier,” Williamson replied.
Another pool of light came up revealing Firmin. He spoke into a microphone, introducing the show.
“Good evening, Ladies and Gentlemen, and welcome to the A and E Club. I see some of our regular patrons out there as well as some of you who may be visiting us for the first time. Thank you for coming. Tonight our Club welcomes to the stage an attractive young woman named Ariel, who is making her premiere on the A and E stage. There you see her to my right, standing before you. Isn’t she pretty? She is extremely nervous; can we give her a round of applause to make her feel welcome here?”
The audience gave Ariel a warm applause. She looked up through her eyelashes and smiled once, before looking back down.
“One of our girls saw Ariel on the beach and told her about our club. Ariel has applied for a job here so we decided to give her an audition tonight. We’ll let you be the judge if she should be hired on as one of our performers. One of our Doms has agreed to interview her for the job, in order to see if she meets our qualifications for employment.”
A few feet away to the left of Ariel, the stage lights came up on a well-built man in a business suit, sitting behind an executive desk.
“Hello, Ariel,” Firmin said, in a chipper voice.
“Good evening, My Lord.”
“You needn’t call me that Ariel. I’m not a Dom. You can just call me Firmin, or if you prefer, Mr. Firmin.”
“Yes, Mr. Firmin.”
“Where did you get the outfit?”
“My friend dressed me in it.”
“Well, you look quite lovely.”
“Thank you, Mr. Firmin.”
“Now. We have gone over the rules backstage. Our Dom will interview you for a position here. During the interview, if what you are asked to do becomes too intense for you or too painful, you are to state out loudly and clearly your safe word and whatever is happening to you will come to an immediate end. Have you chosen your safe word, Ariel?”
“I have, Sir.”
“Please tell our audience what it is.”
“I’ve chosen, Red.”
“OK. If you say the safe word, it does not necessarily mean you will be ruled out as a performer here, so don’t be afraid to say it. We don’t want anyone to get hurt up here. Are you ready, Ariel?”
“I think so, Mr. Firmin.”
“Then let us begin. Our show is called, “The Initiation of Ariel, the Perfect Submissive.” Enjoy the show!”
The lights faded on Firmin and brightened on the man behind the desk, as he looked over Ariel’s job application.
“Ariel, come on over,” the man said.
“Yes, Sir.
Ariel demurely crossed the stage to stand in front of the desk.
“My name is Eric.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Eric,” Ariel said, smiling at him.
“I will be interviewing you for a position here at the Adam and Eve Club. During the audition, it would be best if you refer to me as My Lord or Sire. Please take a seat.”
“But… there’s no chair, My Lord.”
“On the edge of the table please. Face the audience.”
Ariel hopped up onto the table.
“So, Ariel. It says here you live in Seaside City?”
“Yes, My Lord.”
“Do you have a boyfriend?
“No, not currently, Sire.”
“That is actually a very strong point in your favor. You can have a boyfriend and still work at the A and E Club, but at least at first it may be less complicated if you are single. So, on the application it says you’re 21?
“Yes, Sire.”
“Do you have any family in town?”
“I was living with my father, until he… kicked me out this morning.”
“He did? What happened?”
Ariel looked down at the floor.
“Last weekend I met a girl on the beach from your club. She told me how she worked here, how she got paid to dress up in front of people and perform and how she could arrange an audition for me. I was nervous but also kind of excited about the opportunity. My father said he didn’t want me dressing like this in front of people and told me he’d kick me out of the house if I came here. We had a huge argument about it. When I told him I still wanted to audition he went into a rage and broke these beautiful treasures I had collected. W
hen I left for the theater he told me I wasn’t welcome back at the house…”
“I’m sorry, Ariel, but maybe it’s better this way. Your father sounds very possessive and controlling.”
“He is, Sir. I feel like I’m old enough now to make my own choices in life.”
“Don’t worry about it, Ariel. I’m sure one of the young women who work here can give you a place to stay until you get on your feet. Now under acting experience, you put none. Have you ever been in a play? In school perhaps?”
“No, Sire,” she said, frowning.
“Have you ever performed in a sex show?”
“No, Sire…”
Ariel bowed her head, covered her face and started weeping into her hands. Eric came out from behind the table and comforted her. He gave her a handkerchief to dry her tears.
“What’s wrong, Ariel? Why are you crying?”
“I just need this job, Sire. I don’t want to go back to live with my father. I know I have no experience—”
“That’s not really a problem, Ariel. We, of course, prefer girls with experience, but everyone has to get their start somewhere, right?”
“Yes, My Lord.”
Ariel gave the handkerchief back to Eric. He sat next to her on the edge of the table.
“Feel better now?”
“Yes, you’re very kind, Sire.”
“OK. I just have three personal questions, before we begin. Don’t be embarrassed about answering them. You must answer each one truthfully. They’re very important. There is no right or wrong answer. I just need to know before we proceed. Ready?”
“Yes, Sire. I’ll answer them honestly.”
“One, have you had intercourse before?”
“Yes, Sire.”
“Two, have you ever given oral sex to a man?”
“Yes, Sire. Several times, to my last boyfriend.”
“OK. Very good. And three, have you ever had anal sex with a man?”
“Anal sex. No, Sire, never.”
“Alright. That’s about it for the interview process for your audition. After talking to you, I have every bit of confidence that you’ll work out here at our club.”
“Really, Sire? Oh you’ve made me so happy!”
Ariel gave Eric a quick embrace and kiss on the cheek.