Giving Off Sparks

by Sami Lee

  It must be approaching five o'clock and as much as she might have liked to stay there and continue enjoying her own pleasure, she had to get moving. After all, she could not be late arriving downstairs to greet the guests or the mystery man. Stepping out of the tub, she dried the wetness from her body with a soft terry-cloth towel.

  Taking a bottle of moisturizer, she smoothed scented cream over her legs, stroking up and inward until she reached her clitoris. Slowly her fingers massaged the still swollen mound, creating a small ache of need. More cream, and she massaged it into her breasts, rolling the nipples until they were once again erect, then down over her tummy and back up over her shoulder and down each arm, in one continuous motion. The sensation of her hands moving over her naked skin stirred the heat within. Shaking her head to clear the cloud, and taking a deep breath she reminded herself the evening held heavenly sex, and stepped from the bathroom.

  Yvette had laid out her clothes for the evening. A black mini skirt, red silk bustier, black garter belt with hose, and a pair of three-inch heels, all intended to make heads turn.

  “You look relaxed,” Yvette said with a knowing smile.

  “Hmmm yes, I always enjoy my bath”

  “Yes I know.”

  “Any calls while I was busy?”

  “Pierre just called, sounded a little out of breath,” she smiled, “I think Cindy stayed over.”

  “I'm not surprised after last night,” Victoria laughed. “She seems to be insatiable.”

  “Sounds like Pierre will be in a good mood for a while, maybe I'll take advantage of the situation and see if I can get him to go for a threesome.”

  “Good for you, and if he doesn't want to play, just let me know and I'll arrange something,” Victoria offered with a smile. “Now let's get busy or I'll never be ready to go.”

  Yvette moved to the dressing table and they began the ritual of dressing, styling, and makeup

  * * * *

  Like a caged animal Jason was pacing the floor of his suite, the heat doing little to improve his mood or make the wait more tolerable. Remembering the look on Sam's face when he had announced he was going to Vegas was the only totally enjoyable moment he had had in the last five days.

  Having completed the application process for Club Belle Tori, he'd met with Pierre DuMonte twice to discuss this evening. After that he'd waited five days in this heat, and now with the minutes ticking by at a snail’s pace, his patience was fading fast. Jason had made the decision before he boarded the plane to give in to his desire to meet this lady, even if it did seem like Sam had set him up. He'd been searching for a life mate on his own for over two years now without success, so maybe Sam had more perspective on the issue. If nothing more came of this evening than some great sex and a few days away from the office, it would be worth it.

  He planned to give freely and completely of his passion, and if any doubt still remained about whether Victoria Lane was all Sam claimed her to be, he would put it to rest. He would hold nothing back and if fate was willing he hoped to find the fire deep in her soul and set it free. Maybe in doing so he would find his own fire.

  The ringing of the phone interrupted his train of thought. Picking up the handset he listened to the front desk clerk tell him his limo was waiting in front. He dropped the phone back into the cradle, grabbed his overnight bag and said a thank you to the room at large that it was finally time to leave.

  The limo ride to Club Belle Tori would take only twenty minutes. Relaxing into the seat, Jason poured himself a Springbank on the rocks, and watched the city pass by as they exited the strip and headed toward the distant hills.

  Pierre was waiting at the door when Jason arrived. Victoria was still upstairs, so they had time to get everything ready.

  “Hello Pierre,” Jason said as he took Pierre's hand in a firm shake.

  “Bonjour Mr. Hunter, welcome to Club Belle Tori. It's nice to see you again.” Pierre moved back from the doorway to allow Jason entry to the lobby.

  “Is it always this fucking hot in Vegas?”

  “No, it's unusual for this time of year actually.” Pierre laughed as he and Jason walked toward the club, “its cooler in the bar.”

  Once inside the softly lit room, Pierre led Jason to a small seating area and motioned him into a high-back chair. Jason took a seat among several people.

  “Let me introduce you to the staff,” Pierre said. “This is Tony,” Pierre indicated the young man sitting to Jason's right. “Tony is our bartender and all-around resident stud.”

  Tony reached to take Jason's outstretched hand, “It's nice to meet you Mr. Hunter.”

  “And you, Tony.”

  “And the beautiful ladies to your left are Sophia and Nikki. Our lovely Sophia is in charge of membership verification, and customer relations. Nikki's job is to make sure everyone has food and drink, toys and joys. Both ladies are responsible for making sure that clients want for nothing.”

  Jason stood, bowed slightly as he lifted first Sophia's hand, then Nikki's to his lips for a soft kiss. “It's a pleasure to meet you both,” Jason said in a voice dripping with sensuality. Sitting again, Jason noticed that both ladies were smiling and both seem completely unable to speak.

  “I was hoping to introduce you to Victoria's secretary Yvette as well,” Pierre stated, “However she is still in the residence at the moment so it will have to wait until later.”

  “I'm sure I will have the pleasure before long,” Jason replied, a smile lighting his eyes as he noticed both Sophia and Nikki were still staring unabashedly at him.

  “Okay kids, time to get back to your stations,” Pierre said while directing his attention to the staff. Pierre always called these three the kids, because they were all in their twenties and he at forty-seven was an old man in their eyes.

  Jason waited until he and Pierre were alone, glanced at his watch to see it was almost six, than asked, “When does Victoria usually arrive?”

  “She'll be downstairs around six, however, she won't make her entrance into the club until eight or so,” Pierre responded. “I've directed Nikki to bring you some dinner and a drink. Things will get pretty interesting from here Mr. Hunter, and of course you're free to join in the activities while you wait for Tori. All I ask is that you return to this seating area by eight-fifteen.”

  “Why is that?”

  “I don't want Tori getting a look at you until I make the introductions.”

  “Any special reason for hiding me?”

  “Not really,” Pierre responded, “I just want to see her face when she meets you, that's all.”

  “Is there something you're not telling me?” Jason asked with a note of frustration in his voice.

  “No, not at all. It's just that things are done in a certain fashion here at Belle Tori, and waiting for a formal introduction to Victoria for potential partners is one of them. It's always been this way Mr. Hunter.”

  “I'm sorry Pierre; the heat is making me testy. Of course I'm more than pleased to follow your customs here.”

  “It's okay Jason; the heat has us all a little testy, including Victoria.”

  “Any last minute advice?”

  “No, just keep in mind that Tori will be the one to decide if you stay. I'm not worried that she will ask you to leave or anything, it's just been awhile since she has had a partner, so I can't really be sure.”

  “Put the doubt out of your mind Pierre. Not only am I staying the night as Ms. Lane's partner, it's possible I will be staying for an extended period.” Jason wasn't being cocky, it was just his natural confidence coming through. He had given a great deal of thought to this evening, and if Victoria was only half what he'd been led to believe, then most likely he wouldn't be leaving anytime soon.

  “Strong self-assurance will only take you so far with Victoria, Mr. Hunter,” Pierre stated, a gentle laugh just below the surface of his voice. This man was going to turn Tori's world upside down he thought to himself. “But I'm looking forward to the next several hour
s.”

  Jason laughed out loud, filling the room with his deep tones, “As am I, Pierre, as am I.”

  Nikki arrived with the food and drink Pierre had ordered for Jason. Pierre took his leave and headed to the lobby with Sophia to do a last minute check before the rest of the guests arrived. Nikki sat the plate in front of Jason, taking a long lingering look at his handsome body, then turned and walked away, still unable to say a word to the man.

  Jason laughed again, hoping that Victoria's female staff would find their voices before long; otherwise it was going to be a long couple of hours. Lifting the lid from the plate in front of him, Jason found a thick steak cooked to perfection. A glass of Springbank was sitting next to the plate. Jason was pleased by the attention to detail here at the Club. They had asked about his eating and drinking habits on the application, and it was nice to know they actually used the information to please their guests. He slowly began to eat as he watched the room start to fill with people. Happy with things for the moment, Jason enjoyed sitting alone in his private little corner of the club, sipping his favorite beverage.

  * * * *

  Victoria arrived downstairs at exactly six o'clock. Sophia was stationed at the check-in desk, the security alarms having been turned off, and the doors unlocked. The late afternoon sun was getting lower on the horizon, although there was little relief from the heat as of yet, and the guests started to arrive, their cars as diverse as the people. Some drove themselves; while others had limos drop them off. It was a parade of handsome men and elegantly dressed women from all walks of life. Yet they all shared a common love of sexual pleasures, all types of sexual pleasures; and they were not afraid to indulge their fantasies.

  This time of the evening was enjoyable for Victoria, talking to members who might not have been around for several months. Greeting new people and putting faces to the names on membership applications. It was as if she already knew them, and yet had no clear picture until they were announced on arrival. She played hostess in all ways, making sure each had checked in with Sophia, been assisted with their overnight cases, and shown to the bar for a drink. Pierre's job was to make sure everyone already in the club was introduced to each new arrival.

  Victoria wondered if the mystery man had arrived early. It would be just like Pierre to have him show up before anyone else so he could hide him somewhere in the mansion. Pierre had gone to extreme measures before, but nothing like this time. He had even hidden the application so she couldn't sneak a peek. Laughing to herself, Victoria decided this was actually turning out to be more fun than she would ever admit to Pierre. With a smile on her lips and a bright dazzle shining in her eyes, Victoria gave herself over to the evening.

  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.

 

 

 
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