Giving Off Sparks

by Sami Lee

  So why, he asked himself, am I so unsatisfied with my personal life? Like his subconscious mind might somehow have the answer. I can't believe Sam actually thinks I'd be interested in some Las Vegas club owner, even if she's not a whore. What had he said about her; beautiful, sexy, intelligent, and wealthy? Well I don't need a wealthy woman and why am I sitting here thinking about her? Fuck! Picking up his glass he tossed back the last of the drink, stood, and walked to the elevator.

  * * * *

  Victoria knew what he wanted to discuss, they had been dancing around the issue for months now. For some reason Pierre had decided it was time she had a full-time man back in her life. She wasn't sure it was the right time, although it had been seven years and perhaps she was ready for that type of closeness again. She had been sitting there staring at him for several minutes, trying not to blink before he did. These games they played were fun most of the time, and she usually enjoyed them. At the moment though she was more than aware this conversation was going to get heated before it was over. It wasn't that she planned to disagree with him in the end; it was just a piss off that he wanted to push the issue.

  Pierre sat, waiting for Victoria to start flinging objections at him. Yet, after ten minutes of silence, during which time she had just stared, unblinking, into his eyes, he began to speak. “You know I love you with all my heart Tori.”

  “Of course I do.”

  “Then why do you fight me so hard on this matter?”

  “Is that what you think I'm doing, handsome? Fighting you? This is not fighting Pierre, this is accepting fate. I don't need a man in my life full-time. I'm happy with things as they are.”

  “Fate? Happy? These words do not ring true Tori.” Pierre's voice was sad. “I'm not willing to sit by and watch you grow ever more distant. It's time you started living completely again, and you can't do that without a life partner.”

  “God Pierre, you sound like a mother hen. What's wrong with my life? I have you, I have the club, I have friends, and of course I have all the sex partners a woman could ever want.”

  “It's not the same, all those sex partners, and you know it.” Pierre's voice was getting frosty.

  “My darling Pierre,” Victoria said her voice soft and placating, “I know you want what is best for me, and I'm not saying I won't find another man to love someday. Now is not the time, that's all.”

  “When is the time?”

  “Baise! You're not going to let this alone, are you? You're going to push and prod until I give in and do what you want. So why in God’s name are we having this discussion anyway? Why the hell don't you just bring on the parade of men and get it over with?”

  When Victoria started swearing in French, Pierre knew he was losing ground. He was tempted to take her in his arms and kiss her delectable lips. She was losing patience and he knew it. Yet this was so important, and they had all night here in the tent to explore the pleasure of each other's bodies. Right now he needed to get her to agree with his plan, without of course knowing it was a plan.

  “Victoria, please! There will not be a parade of men,” he hesitated, than added with a chuckle, “just one. All I'm asking is that you let me review incoming applications for membership and if the right man applies to the club, you let me arrange an evening. All I want is for you to give yourself over to the pleasure of one man for one night and see what happens.”

  “Okay,” Victoria sighed. “One man, one night. That's all. Then my handsome French lover, you let it drop and promise not to bring it up again for five years.”

  “It's a deal.” Pierre smiled, as he moved his body to recline against the pillows. “Come here mon amour and we shall seal the pact with a kiss.”

  Victoria leaned forward, without moving closer, and with a deep tone to her voice continued. “And Pierre, this gentleman, when you find him, has one hour to make an impression or he's out the door.”

  Having said her piece, and not giving much thought to Pierre's confidence, Victoria moved to straddle him, her lips poised over his. Lowering her head, her tongue licking over her lips, she found his mouth as her body relaxed onto his. Their lips closed over tongues, and his arms pulled her tight against his chest. His hands began a slow dance along her spine, lifting her blouse over her head. His fingers worked the clasps on her bra, freeing her breasts to rest against his bare skin.

  Their kiss deepened as moans of pleasure mingled with the sucking sound of tongues being drained of moisture. Pierre moved his hands to her waist, lifting slightly to take her weight off his hips. She came up onto her knees and using her hands released his cock from the tight fitting shorts he was wearing. His rod stood erect as she moved her hips over him and slowly lowered her body down onto his shaft.

  Her honey coated his cock as she started a slow, steady thrusting of her hips. Riding up and down on his cock, Victoria leaned her head back and closed her eyes. Pierre took her breasts in his hands and began to massage them. The sounds of their pleasure moans danced past the walls of the tent and ran along the desert floor. As the sun slipped deeper below the horizon and the sky darkened to night, they found pleasure in the slow sensual dance of bodies joining as one.

  * * * *

  Several drinks and three hours later, Jason was still wide-awake, staring at the ceiling and thinking about a woman named Victoria Lane. Why did Sam think she could light a fire deep within his soul? Hell he thought, I don't believe in soul mates, love at first sight, or any of those other crazy romantic ideas books foist on the general population. “God, this is ridiculous,” he said out loud to the empty room. Sitting up he reached for the phone.

  “Hello,” a very groggy voice said on the other end of the line.

  “Sam, this is Jase, wake your ass up and talk to me.”

  “Jesus, you got any idea what time it is, why are you awake?”

  “Because of you damn it, you put this idea of a perfect woman in my head, then drop the bomb she's a whore, and expect me to drift off to dreamy sleep. Shit.”

  “I told you she's not a whore, goddamn it Jase stop calling her that!”

  “Okay sorry, just do me a favor and get your ass over here in the morning and fill me in on this club in Vegas.”

  “What changed your mind?” Sam asked, a smile settling on his lips.

  “Not sure, just go back to bed and be here in the morning.”

  “Okay.” Sam said as he hung the phone, rolled over, and slipped back into slumber, confident his plan was working.

  Jason was not so lucky; he stared at the phone receiver in his hand, shaking his head, “I've lost my fucking mind, I know it,” he yelled into the now dead phone line. “I'm going to be sorry I ever started this and I'm going to deserve everything this woman does to me.” Slamming the receiver back into its cradle, he reached for the bedside lamp and hit the switch, sending the room into darkness. Lying down on the bed and closing his eyes, he drifted off to sleep with thoughts of a seductive slut swimming around in his head.

  Chapter 2

  The knock on the door came at precisely eight o'clock. “Come in Sam, its open,” Jason yelled.

  Coming through the door, Sam found Jason with his hair still wet from the shower, his shirt open, and looking far too relaxed for a man who hadn't had much sleep the night before. He and Jason had been friends since high school and were like brothers. Having grown up together, gone through college and all its nightmarish parties, then eventually ending up in business together, there was a closeness most men don't experience.

  “Have a seat,” Jason said, “I've ordered up some breakfast, should be here in a couple minutes.” He walked over to the table and sat down facing Sam. Not wasting a moment, Jason said, “Let's have it, why do you think Victoria Lane is the woman the gods created for me alone?”

  Sam looked uncomfortable for a minute, and then started to explain. “During my trip to Vegas last year, I heard about Club Belle Tori from a friend. I filled out their application, paid my fee, and became a member of the club two days
later. That evening I arrived at this elegant estate on the outskirts of town. It is the most exquisitely decorated home I've ever been in.”

  “Home? I thought you said this place is a club.”

  “I did, but it's in a mansion. Magnificent place, with rolling lawns, courtyards, pool, and some of the most expressive sexual art I've ever seen. When I arrived, I was introduced to the staff and other club members. For the first couple of hours I enjoyed exploring sexual fantasies with a variety of women and groups. Then Victoria entered. I can't explain what happened to the crowd, it was like everyone in the place knew she was there. Didn't matter what they were doing, how involved they were, she commands the complete attention of people just by her presence in a room, and she lives up to the name Belle Tori.”

  “So the club is named for her?” Jason replied, having assumed Tori was short for Victoria, and knowing Belle was French for beautiful.

  “Yes, she's stunning and confident. Walking sexuality is what I would call her. She joined in various activities going on in the main salon, which is when I first came into contact with her.” Sam lowered his voice, even though they were alone, “I was involved so to speak with a lady in a swing, when Victoria walked up behind me and started running her fingers down my back. God, my cock was slamming in and out of a wet pussy, and suddenly I have fingernails trailing down my spine. As a shiver ran through my body, her hands slipped between my legs and she started massaging my balls. All the time the woman in the swing is screaming at me to fuck her.”

  “Every man's fantasy,” Jason stated with a touch of sarcasm.

  “Don't know if it's every man's, but it sure as hell was mine.” Sam continued with a note of frustration in his voice, “so you want to hear the rest of this or not?”

  “Yes, go on, I'm all ears.”

  “Okay then. Without going into all the details, let's just say it was better than any fantasy I'd ever dreamed. When the three of us were completely drained, Victoria leaned over and invited me to go for a walk around the grounds with her. Well damn, I wasn't about to turn the offer down. Only thing was after we talked for a while I realized this woman could never be mine. She's special, one of a kind, captivating, and god, so damned sexy, but I'd never be able to share her with the club. I'd want her all to myself and I know she would soon tire of that. Having come to an understanding in my own mind, I nonetheless spent the next several hours with her, talking, laughing, cuddling…”

  “Oh, and let me guess, fucking?” Jason snarled.

  “Will you shut up? No, not fucking. Except for the threesome in the salon, she and I have not had sex.”

  “So what did you find to talk about for several hours?” Jason asked a note of relief in his voice. He loved Sam like a brother; however, since he had decided to go after Victoria he was pleased to know Sam hadn't had one-on-one sex with her. There'd always been an unspoken competition between them, and Jason didn't want Sam to know the pleasure of her body, especially if he ended up falling for the woman. Jason turned his attention back to Sam just in time to hear his deflated response.

  “Nothing. Everything. It's hard to explain. She told me about the club, a little about her life, and we discussed sex.”

  “Why am I not surprised?” Jason stated, sarcasm creeping back into his voice.

  “Dammit Jase, last night I told you Victoria is not a whore. She believes society has unrealistic boundaries with regards to sex. The ideal of one man mated with one woman, that sex is for making babies, that a couple needs to be married or sex is a sin, she doesn't agree with any of these things. She is free from all those bonds, open, honest, and willing to let each person decide what is right for their life. She does not judge people on their sexual behavior, and expects others to grant her the same respect. The club is her outlet for exploring all of life's possibilities and God does she enjoy pleasuring the human body.”

  “And why do you think she would be interested in a relationship with me?” Jason asked with a questioning tone. “I told you I'm ready to settle down.”

  “Yes you did. You also told me you wanted someone who can share your need for sexual gratification. And I believe what you really want is someone to love who will also let you get your dick wet in other pussies once in a while. Am I right?”

  “Yes,” Jason whispered, as he shook his head no. Closing his eyes, Jason's voice became louder as he yelled “NO!” Then looking into Sam's eyes, a pleading note in his voice he stated, “Hell I don't know.”

  “Listen Jase, one of the last things Victoria said to me is that someday she hopes to find a man she can make love to. I didn't understand at first, so she explained. Sex is of the body, making love is of the body, mind, and soul. I truly believe you are the man she is waiting for.”

  Jason stood and moved to the desk. Picking up the phone he dialed a number and moments later issued orders, “Get the plane ready. I want to be in the air within the hour.”

  Sam sat stunned for a moment then asked, “Where are you going?”

  “Las Vegas.”

  * * * *

  It was mid-afternoon and Pierre had been working on reviewing membership applications for the last thirty minutes. The beeping intercom interrupted his train of thought, and he reached for the handset without looking. “Yes, Sophia.”

  “Sorry to disturb you Pierre. The gentleman insisted I tell you he's on the line.”

  “Gentleman? What gentleman?”

  “Mr. Samuel Grimes.”

  “It's okay Sophia, what line?”

  “Four.”

  Pierre pushed the button for line four, “Sam it's nice to hear from you. Any news?”

  “Bonjour Pierre, yes there's news. Jason arrived here a couple of days ago and I started dropping hints last evening at dinner. This morning he grilled me for a long time about the club and Victoria, and then out of the blue he picked up the phone and ordered the company jet. When I asked where he was off to, he said Las Vegas.”

  “This is wonderful Sam,” Pierre's voice held a touch of excitement. “When does he leave?”

  “You'd be better off asking when does he land. The plane is already in the air. They left Paris two hours ago, so you should be expecting a call from him anytime in the next twelve hours. Have you gotten Victoria to agree to a partner yet?”

  “It wasn't easy, but I got her to say yes last night.” Pierre's mind was trying to digest everything; it was all happening so fast. He and Sam had cooked up this plan weeks ago, and now they finally had all the pieces in place. “Did you say the plane is already in the air?”

  “Yes. You need to let Sophia know when he calls, not to forward it to Victoria. You have to take this call Pierre.”

  “That won't be a problem, Tori doesn't take membership calls anyway,” Pierre assured him.

  “Good, I'll leave it in your hands from this point on, but I do want regular updates so keep me posted.”

  “I'll do that Sam; it's too bad you can't be here to watch the fireworks.”

  “Yes, well if everything goes according to plan, I'll have ample opportunity to witness future fireworks. So keep me posted and enjoy the next few days. Au revoir, Pierre.”

  “Au revoir, Sam,” Pierre responded as he punched button four to disconnect the line.

  Pierre smiled to himself. This was going to work out beautifully, even with the short notice.

  He really had expected Sam to give him more warning. Laughing out loud he thought about Jason Hunter demanding the company jet be made ready to bring him to Vegas on such short notice. This was going to work, he told himself. Soon Tori would be back to normal. Of course, there would be a new man to help adapt to her lifestyle. However, if everything Sam told him about Jason was correct, this should be a piece of cake. Pierre was very pleased with himself at the moment, and if it were not for the damn phone ringing again he would have just sat there and enjoyed congratulating himself. Reaching for the phone he hit the button for line two.

  “Bonjour, Pierre DuMonte speaking, may I ass
ist you?”

  “Hello Mr. DuMonte. My name is Jason Hunter and I'd like to find out about applying for membership to Club Belle Tori.”

  Pierre almost dropped the phone. He must be calling from the plane since there was no way he could have arrived in Las Vegas yet. “Of course Mr. Hunter, what can I tell you?”

  * * * *

  It was very early Friday morning and the first rays of dawn were just breaking in the east, casting a soft light on the garden path. Pierre had found Victoria walking toward the pool house and quickened his step to catch her.

  “Tori,” he raised his voice to draw her attention.

  Victoria stopped, turning toward the sound of his voice and smiled, “Morning, handsome.”

  “Another great night and beautiful dawn.”

  “Yes, I plan to take a quick swim and then I'm going to bed. Did you need me for something sweetheart?”

  “Just wanted to let you know I've found Mr. Right. He will be here Sunday night.”

  “What do you mean you have found Mr. Right?” she demanded, the look on her face one of complete disbelief.

  “Just what I said Belle. I have found a gentleman I'd like to partner you with.”

  “God Pierre, did you have this guy under the damn desk? We just had this discussion four days ago, and already you're telling me the perfect man has applied for membership.”

  Pierre had purposely waited until this morning to tell her about this for two reasons. First he didn't want it to seem too fast, and second he didn't want her to have too much time for thinking before Jason arrived. “Must be that fate you were speaking of, Tori,” he said with a grin.

  “Fuck fate! I want to know what kind of game you're playing, handsome.”

  “This is no game. It just so happens that a gentleman called earlier in the week, said he heard about the club from a member who is traveling in Europe, and he wanted information.”