Date: Thu, 8 Dec 2011 19:35:18 +0100
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Dumb Belle. Chapter ten

   Jock ran the club for two weeks before he found a replacement but found
out something else which he brought to my attention.

   `I'm not sure if I'm doing the right thing here, but I've noticed that
quite a few of the girls are now coming into the club to pick up
clients. Then taking them out to where they normally go to do the business
before coming back. I thought that they were only working the streets,' he
said. I thanked him and said that I would give it some thought. Next day,
two things happened that influenced my later thoughts on what Jock had told
me.

   First, we had a visit from the police telling us that a body had been
recovered from the Thames and documents on the body gave him the name of
our late manager as well as business cards giving them the name of the
club.

   `Did you know he was missing sir?' the police officer asked me.

   `Well of course I did! He failed to lock up one night and didn't show
the next day so I had to change all the locks.'

   `When was this sir?'

   `About two weeks ago now,' I replied.

   `Why didn't you report it?'

   `Why should I? No money had gone, only the keys. If I was to report
everybody who left without cause, I'd be phoning you twice a month. It was
bloody annoying I must admit, having to change the locks and all and then
find somebody else to run the place. You say he was found in the river?
Suicide?'

   `That we can't say at the moment sir, until the autopsy's been
completed, and as we can't find anybody else who knew him, we would be most
obliged if you would give us formal identification of the body sir.'

   `Now?'

  `If you don't mind sir, though I must warn you, he's been in the river
for, what, about two weeks sir, and not a pretty sight.'

   `Well I've seen military service and been in combat so I think I'll be
able to manage it.'

   `Thank you sir. If you'd like to come with us, we'll see that a car
brings you back after the identification is made, or not as the case may
be.' So with a few words with Jock, I left with the two coppers, one not
having said a word and was soon driven off to London's county morgue.

   The officer had been right for he wasn't a pretty sight after that long
in the water, bloated almost beyond recognition. I felt the bile rise up in
my throat but was able to look at the man I had killed and confirmed that
it was my late manager.

   They thanked me for that and said that I would probably be called later
when the inquest would be heard after the autopsy. I was driven back to the
club where I sank a large brandy to settle my stomach though I had no
remorse for what I had done. Jock had already told the barman that the
manager had been skimming off the top and had got what he'd deserved. He
didn't have to spell it out and the new manager he employed was told the
same thing and I received even more deference from the head barman and I
knew that he would be most meticulous in his sales and look after the tills
properly.

   This visit by the police, unannounced told me of the danger of letting
the girls solicit custom whilst in the club and taking them out to the
hotel that they used. But then the second thing happened, well not really
happened, but it had some bearing on my decision later.

   Jock brought it up in a casual conversation that evening that the girl
he had slept with the previous night, had an aunt who worked in the canteen
at the local police station. Not only that, but her daughter sometimes
helped her and so she knew all of the force at that station as well as most
of the undercover men. Now this intrigued me to ask after the girl's name,
both, the one he'd slept with and this cousin. Barbara was the hooker and
Lucille was the cousin.

   Now Barbara was one of the girls living in Southampton Row and so as it
happened to be the night that I would call on Vera, the house mother, to
collect the takings, phoned her to say that I would like to speak to the
girls that evening before they went off to work.

   I had Jock drive me there and told him to go off to Bedford Square and
take my place for whoever's turn it was in my bed for the night for I would
be staying there. As it was Joy's turn, he was most pleased with that and
he left for me to go in and see Vera and the girls.

   Now I'd already bedded half of the girls there and it was about time
that I started taking some of the others. Vera pouted when I told her who I
wanted for the night and asked when would her turn come round for she was
getting hungry for a man. I laughed and told her that she would be the next
one though I would tell Jock that he must stop over here more
often. Somewhat mollified, we went through to the lounge where the girls
were gathered.

   I thanked them all for the work they were doing and asked if they had
any complaints that they wished to direct at me instead of at Vera, but
there was nothing of content or worth noting. I looked over the girls that
I hadn't as yet taken to bed and saw what I had been missing and said that
I would be paying them all a visit in the very near future. The word had
already gone round that I was visiting and even those that I'd been with
before were vying for my favour for the night.

   Barbara was pleased that I chose her for the night for it meant extra
sleep and still got credit for the tricks that she would lose by not being
out on the streets. Thanking them all, the rest trooped out to the waiting
minibus to drop them off at their stations of work and Vera smiled and left
me alone with Barbara.

   She was about twenty six, getting on a bit when compared to the average
age of the others. Brunette, about five eight and well endowed and had
shapely legs though it would only being my cock that would go between them
that night. We sat there having a drink while she told me of her life to
date though I was saving the questions of her cousin till later.

   With her potted history out of the way and our drinks finished, I put my
empty glass down and took her hand and let her lead me up to her room. We
kissed just after we entered and she was quick to get her clothes off for
me to really see what I was getting for the night. The sight was enough to
rouse me before I was even half undressed and so revealed my erection at
its fullest when I stepped out of my underpants.

   `They weren't telling lies,' she said as she slipped off the bed from
where she was sitting, her breasts moving nicely as she bounced down onto
her knees in front of me and took me into her mouth.

   `Steady now, steady,' I said as I held her head. `We've got all night to
go, not just an hour.' She grinned up at me. Well it looked like a grin
with her mouth full of my cock as she tongued the eye, but she sighed as
she let me go to get up and lay down on the bed. The open legs were an
invitation I couldn't refuse and so got onto the bed and dived straight in
to her gasp as I filled her.

   `It's bigger than most punters,' she said with a catch to her
breath. `Oh James, James, I've been waiting for this every since I've been
here and heard what the others have said about you.'

   Words were not needed for she knew what she wanted and I was going to
make damn well sure she got what she had been hoping and expecting. It was
great. I wanted it, she wanted it and most definitely got it. I had turned
my thoughts to my ex manager and was therefore able to keep on fucking her
till she had three orgasms before I finally let go myself.

   Christ, she couldn't wait to take me back into her mouth to suck out
what was left and then fell back like a wet rag when she'd finished.

   `How did I miss out on you when I first started out on the game?' she
asked with wonder in her voice. `You were magnificent James.' Honeyed words
that the boss likes to hear but must be taken with a pinch of salt though I
bet nobody else had been able to give her three orgasms in one session.

   In our post coital kiss and cuddling, I got her to talk about her aunt
and cousin and found that though Barbara had once been nicked, it was her
aunt in the station at the time who'd put in a word for her and so she'd
got off with a caution. As for Lucille, she worked in a supermarket and was
bored with the job. Just what I wanted to hear and the added bit was the
bonus that she also helped out sometimes in the police canteen.

   `Does Lucille know what you do?' I asked.

   `Oh yes, but she won't if that's what you're thinking.'

   `Good Lord no!' I exclaimed. `I wouldn't dream of coercing any woman out
onto the streets. No, I think I could have a place for her in the club
though. No,' I said putting my fingers to Barbara's lips to stop her
speaking, `Let me finish. All I want to employ are her eyes and mind, not
her body. I'll pay her twice what she's getting at the supermarket for just
sitting down and telling me or whoever's in charge that night what and who
she see's.'

   `I don't get it,' Barbara said, rising up onto her elbow and looking
down at me and I liked the way her breast rubbed my arm as she did so.

   `It's simple. Your aunt and Lucille, though part time, know every copper
in the station whether in uniform or plain clothes. All I want is for
Lucille to sit in the club and warn us if any known policeman enters the
place whether in uniform or not.'

   `Food and drink too?'

   `Within reason. She'd be no good if she was pissed now would she. That's
because we don't want any of the girls who make their pick-ups in the club
being done for soliciting inside the premises. Do you see where I'm coming
from?'

   `Yes.'

   `Do you think she'll take on the job?'

   `Well I can only ask, but I think she'll say yes.'

   `That's what I wanted to hear,' I said as I kissed her and rolled her
onto her back and brought her to another two orgasms before we fell
asleep. I had Barbara again in the morning before I left to walk back to
Bedford Square which was only just a short walk away and went straight to
the gym for a work out.

   Sheila was already in there, breasts bouncing about which kept
distracting me from what I wanted to do and finished up doing what she
wanted to do and that was to take her onto the mats and say good morning
after our fashion to the pleasure of both of us.

   Jock joined me for breakfast and I told him what I was trying to set up
and he was all for it and so later that day he set things in motion.

   Now let me explain what went on when the place was being renovated
before we actually opened. I had been advised to buy the whole building so
as to be able to open part of it to have a gaming room if we could ever get
a licence for this. Now there was a door from the basement club that went
through to a foyer where to the right were stairs that led up to the next
floor above, while to the left was an entrance to a lift that serviced all
the above floors, four in total.

   What I got Jock to do was to find a man or men, to fit and install a
sliding door that would block off the lift and make it appear to be a solid
wall so that all that could be seen was the stairs on the right going
up. Now, on the club side of this door, I had two wall lights put up, one
either side and one would be wired up with this sliding panel and the
switch located at the table where Lucille would sit during the
evenings. Now if a policeman or police ever entered the club, this switch
would be operated causing the panel to slide shut and one of the lights
begin to flicker and then go out as though the bulb had blown. This would
be the signal to all the girls that the upper floors where there would be
bedrooms, would be out of bounds until the light came back on. The other
feature was that if a girl was upstairs with a client at the time the panel
closed, the lift would not go down to the club. The girl and the client
would then have to use the stairs to go down and out through the separate
door that led out to the street. This panel would also be shut when the
club was closed so that no access could be made when the place was empty.

   In the week that it took the men that Jock had employed to do this work,
I had talks with all the girls both in Bedford Square and Southampton Row
of what the set up was. They were still to charge the punter the going rate
of an hotel room which would go towards the electricity and laundry of the
rooms used.

   Meanwhile, Barbara had spoken to her cousin Lucille and brought her to
Bedford Square for me to speak to her. After explaining exactly what I
wanted and what the perks were, she accepted and would start as soon as the
modifications had been made. This meant that the girls were forbidden to
solicit in the club when the light was out and this also included the day
off that Lucille would be taking.

   This worked perfectly and the light only went off twice in the first
year when Lucille spotted a plain clothes policeman enter the club, that is
apart from the days she had off. That I got to bed her myself on the
recommendation of Barbara as being one of the perks is beside the point.

   Another thing is that it wasn't only the girls that were using the
upstairs bedrooms to turn tricks but also most of the transvestite
performers were using them. This caused a bit of friction between these men
and the girls and I had to step in and tell the men that they could only
take men up to the rooms if they were approached to do so and to leave it
for the punters to select who they wanted to have sex with and not encroach
on the girls preserve.

   But this in itself caused a problem by having what you might call an
inside brothel, i.e. the club, was that the girls were now in short supply
out on the streets and so we finished up with another fifteen girls and
what with the odd one turning up on our doorstep so to speak, I now had a
stable of over forty girls and at least ten men.

   In between the hiring and bedding of Barbara, I got the phone call from
Belle that she would be coming up to London and that she had stopped taking
the pill two weeks previously. So I knew what she was after and I was in
full agreement to that and so abstained, much to the girls annoyance, from
sex two days prior to her arrival at Hanover Square.

   I was at the door to meet her when the car drew up and deposited her
outside before leaving her to my tender mercy. I'd only just got her inside
the front door before we were having sex there on the floor of the hallway
she was that hungry for me.

   I've never seen a woman strip her clothes off so quick before and mine
were almost torn off me before she was on her back with me buried up to the
hilt inside her as we fucked and slid across the tiled floor. It was only
the staircase that stopped us from moving any further on her back and
allowed me to really hump her till we both came in bucketfuls.

   `If that doesn't get me pregnant, we'll try again and again till I am,'
she panted as we kissed each other before I'd had a chance to even say
hello. We disengaged to the usual sucking sound and small cries from Belle
at my withdrawal and went upstairs to get really undressed and into
bed. She couldn't stop talking at how much she missed me and the other
girls and it was only our son that was keeping her out in the wilds of
Somerset.

   `Now we've got to give him either a brother or sister to grow up with,
so get this weapon of yours up to fighting strength,' she said as her hand
worked on my organ, which didn't really need much encouragement to rise to
the occasion. Needless to say that during that week she was in London she
fell pregnant again.

   There was one little matter that she brought up that caused her temper
to flare up because I wouldn't have mentioned Pauline whilst having sex
with Belle.

   `Is that young chit of girl Pauline out on the street yet?' she asked
after a lovely session one evening in bed.

   `Er, no. She's too young yet,' I said.

   `What do you mean too young? She's been living in the Square for, what,
two years? It's about time she started earning her keep,' Belle said.

   `Well, er, it's not so easy at that,' I stammered. `She was a virgin
when she came to the house and, er, I've sort of kept her out of it.'

   `So you took her virginity, so what?'

   `Well, er, it's a bit more involved than that. About a year ago, two
army heavies came to take her back to her parents, and I, er, sorted them
out and took her back to them myself.'

   `So she's left the Square?'

   `Er, no. She's still there. Her father is a Colonel in the army and he
and her mother wanted her back home but she refused to stay with
them. Threatening to run away again. She's only fifteen.'

   `Fresh meat then, so what's the problem?'

   `Well I sort of promised them that I would look after her if she stayed
with me.'

   `So, you'll look after her, along with Jock and the others,... or is
there more to this than you are telling me?' Belle asked, now rising up on
an elbow to look down at me.

   `Now don't get mad at me Belle. I don't know what made me promise what I
did, but I did and there's no way I can get out of that promise,' I said in
a low voice.

   `Okay, what did you promise?'

   `That...that when she became sixteen...I would marry her.'

   `What!' Belle flared up. `Marry her! You stupid fucked up crazy mad sod
you! There's me wanting you to marry me and you palm me off with your
brother and now you're going to marry a child that's at least twelve years
younger than yourself!' Her face was red and I could see the fury in her
eyes.

   `I didn't mean to say it Belle. The words just came out and she told all
the girls as soon as we got back to London,' I said in my defence.

   `And they called me dumb! Your more dumber than I am you crazy mixed up
son of a bitch! Christ, you're almost old enough to be her father! Just
because she was a virgin I suppose you felt you had to marry her. What did
Jock think when he had her?

   `He hasn't. Nobody has.'

   `Oh fucking great!  And what is she going to do when you break in new
girls? Or have the others for old times' sake, sit in bed on her own and
twiddle her thumbs?'

   `I...I don't know yet. We haven't talked about this yet.'

   `Just like all men. Carry your brains in your cock. A nice fresh bit of
poontang and bang, you've gone! I thought you had more sense,' she said as
she fell back onto the bed, her breasts really quivering, with what, I
didn't know. Anger and fury I suppose, but she was right in what she had
said and I felt quite small at being hit with the truth.

   `We'd better get this sorted out right away,' she suddenly said,
exploding into action by getting out of bed and began to get dressed. `You
too! Get dressed. Were going round to the Square, now!' If it had been
anyone else other than Belle, I think I would have told them to fuck off,
but, I dutifully got out of bed and began to get dressed myself.

   Rather than try to find a taxi this late in the afternoon, I phoned the
Square and asked Jock to come and pick us up. It was a silent journey from
Hanover Square to Bedford Square and it was some relief to finally arrive
there though it had only been a short journey. Jock had sensed the
atmosphere and prudently didn't come into the house with us as Belle swept
through the hall and into the lounge.

   There were three girls in there and I went straight off to the drinks
cabinet and poured myself a drink as Belle asked Joy, one of the three, to
go and fetch Pauline down. Joy still acknowledged Belle as being head of
the stable and so didn't question the command which it really was, left the
lounge, beckoning the other two girls out at the same time. She too was
astute enough to sense that trouble was in the air.

   Belle paced the room while I went and sat down in an armchair with my
drink as we waited for Pauline to come downstairs. It was a few minutes
before she entered the room and her eyes lit up at seeing Belle and quickly
rushed over and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

   `Has James told you the wonderful news?' she gushed.

   `The news yes. Wonderful? I don't think so,' said Belle somewhat coldly
as Pauline's smile faded. `Where do you think you were coming from? We
brought you in from the streets to live here...'

   `You were picked up from the gutter,' Pauline interrupted in the same
icy tone.

   `...and now you want to marry the boss,' Belle finished.

   `So? I'll only be Mrs. Deauville while you are the Countess of Brue,'
Pauline stated as they both stood there facing each other.

   `James' mine and while I'm carrying his second child...' Her face went
red as she realised the gaffe she'd just made.

   `Oh, so you've had your cake and eaten it too,' Pauline countered. `So
it's a case of pot and kettle but not goose and gander.'

   `That's not the point!' Belle said. `What is, that you were brought here
to be trained to go out on the street and earn a living. Are you still
going to go out to do this?'

   Now it was Pauline's turn to go red.

   `If...if James' tells me to, then I will,' she finally got out giving
her head a violent shake enough to make her hair swirl round as she gave
Belle a defiant look.

   It became a standoff for they both stopped speaking for a few minutes
before Belle seemed to gather herself together to speak.

   `Well I'm going back to Hanover Square, are you coming James?' she
asked.

   `No James!' Pauline cried out. `Stay here,' and she gave me the same
pleading look that was mirrored by Belle.

   `No is the answer to the pair of you,' I stormed as I finished my drink
and stood up and got out my mobile phone and punched in some numbers. `I'm
going out and I expect to find you both in my bed when I get back. Is that
clear! Jock,' I said, when the connection was made. `Stop cruising round
and pick me up!' Without a further word to Belle and Pauline, I walked out
of the lounge and went upstairs and changed my clothes, putting on my
fighting leotard and got dressed again in fresh clothes.

   `Take me to the club,' I told Jock when I got down outside where he was
waiting for me, and so that's where I went and it wasn't till we arrived
that I told him to go off and find me a fight somewhere, preferably the
same pub I normally fought in, though anywhere would have done for me that
evening.

   The club hadn't opened yet but the staff were just arriving as I went in
with Jock going off to find me a contest. I went downstairs and inside and
straight up to the bar and asked for a large brandy. I gulped half of this
down and saw Lucille come in for her evenings work. I beckoned her over to
sit down on a stool beside me. Now all the girls and staff called me by my
first name except when there were customers or punters close by and then it
was Mr Deauville, Jock being the exception who always called me James in
front of everybody, but he was the only one allowed to.

   `Have a drink,' I said to her and indicated to the barman.

  `Thank you James,' she said but didn't have to say what she wanted for a
gin and tonic was placed straight away in front of her. We said cheers to
each other as we sipped at our glasses and looked at each other. This being
the first time I had really sat down and had a drink with her and I could
see a wary look in her eye.

   `Lucille, you've been with us for a few weeks now, how are you finding
the job?' I asked, putting my hand on hers on the bar.

   `Best job I've ever had. Sitting on my backside, dinner and free drinks
just to look at all the people coming in, perfect,' she said with a smile,
not pulling her hand away from under mine.

   `I know you're not one of the girls that work for me, but, for some
reason, you have attracted me. Will you come to bed with me now?' She
looked at me with a straight face before it suddenly split into a wide
smile.

   `I never thought you'd ask James,' she said with this lovely smile. `Of
course I will after hearing so much about you from the other girls.'

  `They talk too much.' I said with a smile, taking her hand fully into
mine. `Would you like to find out one way or another now?'

   `Yes please,' she smiled, and so we finished off our drinks and with her
hand still in mine, we left the bar and went through the inner door and
took the lift up to the second floor where the bedrooms were. Once inside
one of these rooms that the girls turned their tricks, I took Lucille into
my arms and gently kissed her. With her not being a hooker, I took my time
in my kissing and gentle foreplay. Slowly pulling her clothes off as I
kissed each part revealed and was pleased that she helped in getting them
off till she was standing naked before me.

   Her breasts were perfect, being halfway between those of Belle and
Pauline in respect of their size with nipples dead centre of their
aureoles, erect in anticipation which I quickly put my mouth to and sucked
and nibbled on. She was not inactive and already had my trouser front open
as well as my shirt but her hand came up against the leotard I was wearing.

   `Tights James?' she cried when she could feel my erection with her hand
but couldn't find a way of freeing it.

   `Leotard,' I grinned as we parted so that I could get my trousers
off. `I wear these when I go fighting, which I will be doing later this
evening.' With my trousers and other clothes off, I pulled down my fighting
pants, freeing my straining cock which she cooed over as she took hold of
it before I'd even got my feet clear.

   `They didn't lie,' she said as she rubbed the foreskin up and down on
the hard muscle beneath as she pulled me back to the bed, not letting go of
me. She had to let go as she fell back and her legs came open as she did so
and I looked at that wet opening waiting for me, her face alight with a
smile as she held up her arms, her eyes begging me to mount her.

   I got onto the bed and easily slid into her as her arms came over my
shoulders and her legs came up to grip my hips as I fully entered her hot
insides.

   `That's one big fucking tool you've got there,' she gasped as our lower
bodies met, her inner muscles having spasms as she tried to grip me with
them. `Oh James,' she drooled as I began to move inside and proceed to fuck
her. `This is heaven,' and gave herself fully to me as she moved in unison
with me, moving her hips up to meet my downward thrusts and it didn't take
long for her to begin to beat the bed in between running her nails down my
shoulder blades.

   I always liked to joke that when wearing a condom, I stuffed cotton wool
up my nose and in my ears because I couldn't bear to hear a woman scream or
suffer the smell of burning rubber. The latter I didn't suffer but the
scream she gave as she came could have woken the dead but her mouth was too
wide open for me to silence her with my own. I just hoped that the builders
had soundproofed the rooms.

   She was the most violent of movers I've been on top of and I could then
appreciate what a rodeo rider went through on top of a bucking
bronco. Though I don't think her intention was trying to dislodge me from
the saddle but more to try and get more of me inside her as she had her
orgasm.

   I won the rosette by staying there, inside and still on top when she
finally came to a stop, her body and mine, bathed in sweat and her nipples
as hard as diamonds almost scoring my chest they were that tight and
pointed. The fact that I came at the same time seemed to have gone
un-noticed in her own pleasure of having such an orgasm which she cried out
that it was her best ever.

   I still can't explain or understand women that they cry out when you
pull out of them, the loss of that hard prick, but are quick to turn round
and take it back inside them via the mouth. To suck, chew and salivate in
the process to take out what sperm is left but at the same time, get to
taste their own juices as they used a hand or two to continue to rub my
shaft

   With her not being one of the girls on the street, I did which I've only
done to Belle, since she got married, and Pauline, was to turn round myself
and go down on her. I can't say that I'm an expert in cunnilingus but I was
able to bring Lucille up to another orgasm as I chewed her out while she
was still attending to my solid bar of a cock.

   I would have liked to stay longer with her but I didn't know when Jock
would put in an appearance and so after a few more kisses and strokes of
each other's bodies, I reluctantly called a halt and went and had a strip
wash for these rooms didn't provide a shower. Lucille watched me as I put
back on my leotard before speaking.

   `Is that all you wear when you fight?' to which I said yes, putting on
the rest of my clothes as she began to get dressed. `Who are you going to
fight?'

   `I don't know. Whoever thinks he's good enough to beat me.' I then
changed the subject as I saw her getting dressed. `Aren't you going to
wash?'

   `No. I want to smell you on me for the rest of the night,' she grinned
and I couldn't help but laugh.

*