Date: Wed, 7 Dec 2011 09:25:06 +0100
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Dumb Belle. Chapter Nine.

   Two months later, Belle stayed at Hanover Square for a week and had
stopped taking the pill at the right time for me to fuck her every night
during her fertile period before going back to the castle to let Edward
have his fun. But it was I, the DNA tests later proved it, that she became
pregnant by me and not Edward who thought it was his child she was carrying
when the joyful event was announced.

   Before this was known, I had two fights in the back yard of the usual
pub. One lasting less than thirty minutes and the second just over the
hour, Gentleman Jim staying the undisputable champion of bare knuckled
fighting. It was after this second fight that I was approached on behalf of
Mark Brewer and invited to the Brewery for a chat. Also four more girls had
been taken into the Southampton Row stable that now gave me the title of
being London's choirmaster by having the most girls in one stable to sing
to my tune. My doctor was delighted at this for he got to examine them all
every three months as well as the two boys, cash in hand which I'm sure
didn't appear on his tax return.

   I duly went to the Brewery with Pauline, Jock and Joy, as though we were
there for the entertainment that the club offered. I could see straight
away why Jack had left. The place now looked seedy and the show put on was
pathetic. The barman, recognising us, refused to take payment for our
drinks and it was only a short time before Mark came to our table.

   The upshot of our meeting was that he wanted to get rid of the nightclub
and was offering it to me if I wanted to buy him out. I wouldn't give him
an answer there and then by saying that I would need my accountant to look
over his books first to which he readily agreed.

   `James,' he said, for we were now on first name terms. `I'm not cut out
for this though my father always wanted me to take over from him. But you
are known as being a fair man and not someone to be taken lightly and so
I'm giving you first refusal on the place.' I thanked him for the
consideration and said that I would let him know later after we'd seen the
books and had the place appraised.

   `Well, what do you think Jock?' I asked him when we were back in the
lounge in Bedford Square.

   `In the past year or so,' he said slowly, thinking before he spoke. `You
have become a force to be reckoned with in this part of London and I think
he's done the right thing by speaking to you first. With the failure of his
father to take over your girls he's come to realise that he can't compete
and so he's coming to terms and would rather be out of it. I think it would
be a smart move to take over the club and revamp it. Bring it back up to
scratch and make it a showpiece. You are fast becoming the king of the West
End and there's no telling where it could end.'

   `Joy. Could you get Toby and Jack down here please,' I asked her and
held back on speaking until the two of them arrived down in the lounge to
my summons.

   `Now you two have worked at the Brewery and I'd like your input as to
why you left,' I said as they settled themselves down, the question being
really directed at Jack. `What was wrong with the place?'

   They told me and I learned an awful lot in the half hour that they spent
talking about what it used to be like and what was going wrong with the
place. They'd had a drink with us and were very informative and I let them
go off when they'd finished, Joy going too. I couldn't really send Pauline
out as she was to be part of my future and so I asked both her and Jock if
it would be worth my while to take this on subject to the accountants
report. I wished that I had Belle here to talk this over with.

   `Club's make money,' Jock said. `With the right décor and staff as well
as a good floor show, the sky's the limit. Though you might think of
getting the floors above at the same time. That way, if you could get a
gaming licence, you'll need the upper floors.'

   `Good point. We'll get the accountant to look into that and we'd have to
have the whole building in the deal or not at all.'

   So for a month my accountant and lawyer went into all the details and
they knew that their future was on the line if they got things wrong so it
took all of this time for them to come up with the answer that I should buy
Mark Brewer out.

   It took a further month for them to beat the price down to a realistic
price considering that the whole place needed gutting and having a complete
doing over to bring it up into the style that I wanted after listening to
Toby and Jack. They too knew that their tenure depended on giving me the
right answers as well as the advice for me to act upon.

   So a deal was struck and I had the place closed down for renovations. I
didn't exactly give Toby and Jack carte blanche but they came up with good
designs for the interior and I went along with them as well as having the
upper floors done over to fit into the scheme of things.

   Belle announced her pregnancy while these renovations to the club began
and I was indeed a happy man having over twenty girls in my stable and more
coming in each month to come under the protection of Gentleman Jim.  The
first thing about the club was that the name was changed from the Brewery
to the Chateau Brue, and it became a part of that company's acquirements.

   The funny part about this was when after it had been opened for a couple
of months, a solicitor appeared and demanded to speak to the owner about
the choice of name for the club. I duly met with him and he sat down and
said that the client he represented had lodged an objection to the using of
the name Chateau Brue for its translation read as the Castle Brue. I knew
where he was coming from and waited till he'd finished his spiel about it
also being the name of the original castle in Somerset to which his client
was prepared to take me to court because of the name.

   I can't remember the prat's name who was representing my brother, but it
was obvious he hadn't done his homework and neither had my brother. Didn't
he go away with egg on his face when I told him that I had the right to
name my club after my birthplace and that every man's home was his
castle. He hadn't taken the trouble to find out exactly who owned the club
before following my brother's instructions to try and sue and get the name
changed. Mind you, I never did send him an invitation to the new club's
opening so he wouldn't have known.

   As per my gay companions' advice, the interior had been completely
revamped and I must say that I was very pleased with the result. The
carpeting was of a rich burgundy colour with a lighter shade up on the
walls. Little niches had been made which held portraits of famous femme
fatales etc, some rather risqué to say the least. There was a different
section that held the dining tables and were higher than the actual floor
for those dining to see the shows that would be put on. All these tables
were in a semi circle and faced the stage where the performers went through
their acts. It was mixed so that one night would be a mix of real women and
some transvestites. Another night would be all strippers. Then there would
be a mix of all three and it made up a variety of shows every night and we
were never empty.

   There was one table near the front of the small balustrade that
separated the dining area from the normal floor tables and that was the one
reserved for my exclusive use. I then began to get delusions of grandeur
for which I got slapped down later, for many people, vetted by Jock and the
manager we'd installed, coming up to my table to request an audience and
for them to tell me of a problem and wished, no, begged, for me to sort out
for them.

   For God's sake, they were making me out to be a Godfather and I even had
some of them kiss my hand. It was heady stuff I must say. Jock had
recruited a few people who he knew were reliable and they acted as bouncers
and when the time came, enforcers.

   I must say that all the money that was coming in from the girls was
being used to see to their well being. Vera collected the dues of those
living in Southampton Row and Sheila now was the head girl at Bedford
Square. All this incoming revenue was to pay for their rent, food and
general upkeep, but with not an inconsiderable profit being made I might
add.

                                                *

   Though I hadn't sent an invitation to my brother for the opening of the
club, he wouldn't have come anyway, for that was the day that Belle went
into labour. As near as dammit to the hour that the club opened, Belle gave
birth to our son, though it was two days later that I was told. This was by
Edward phoning me at Bedford Square to give me the news, gloating that the
castle now had an heir. I too was gloating that it was my son that was the
heir and not his.

   To follow up on this, I was invited by Belle to go down to the castle
for the christening. So I duly went down the day before with Jock driving,
for us to spend the night there and travel back the next day. It was late
afternoon when we arrived and were greeted by Peterson.

   `Welcome back sirs,' he said to the two of us. `Let me show you to your
rooms, though it's your old room sir,' he said to me as we followed him up
the stairs to the bed chambers. I knew where my old room was and it was for
him to show Jock where he would be sleeping that night. `I'll inform the
Master and Mistress that you have arrived,' he said as I went into my room
and I closed the door and saw that my room was still as I had left it some
years ago, though I had slept there when down for the wedding of Belle to
Edward. I was thinking of her when the door suddenly opened and she came
running in and threw herself into my arms, letting the door slam behind
her.

   `Oh James!' she cried as we kissed and kissed some more as she carried
on in between them. `I'm so glad to see you again. It's been months and
months,' and with her body pressing up tight to me, she could feel that
just the sight of her had aroused me and she ground her own pelvis up
against mine. `You don't know how long I've wanted this,' she whispered
into my ear. `Please say that you want me too.'

   `I don't have to say it for you can feel that I do,' I grinned as I
pulled her towards the bed. She stopped and quickly pulled her dress up
over her head for me to see she was completely naked underneath as she got
onto the bed ready for me.

    `That was all I put on when Peterson told me you'd arrived,' she smiled
at me as she watched me hurriedly get out of my clothes. `Now that is what
I've been waiting for,' she said, licking her lips as she looked at my
erection swaying about as I got out of my underpants. `Bring it over here
so that I can say hello to it.'

   I got onto the bed with her as she rolled up onto her knees and pushed
me flat on my back so that she could take me into her mouth. She hadn't
forgotten the art of sucking on my cock and I loved to see her mouth around
the head of it as she sucked and tongued me.

   `Not too much,' I groaned as my pulse rate began to increase.

   She let go of me and rolled over onto her back and opened her legs for
me to get in between. It was like coming home as I slid into her hot wet
interior and have her arms around my shoulders again. She was a bit more
slack than before because of giving birth, but it was still nice to be up
inside her once again and look down into her smiling eyes as we kissed
before I really began to fuck her.

   `The next child I have will be yours too,' she gasped out just before we
really climbed the heights and both came in two big explosions

  `Christ, I needed that,' she gasped as she tried to get more air into her
lungs. `The last orgasm I had was with you,' she got out as we came to a
halt with me still throbbing inside her as she then kissed me hard
again. `I love you,' she whispered so softly that I only just caught the
words which I'm not sure if I was meant to hear them or not. With my hands
still up under her shoulders, I squeezed her more tightly to me really
squashing her breasts between us as I kissed her again as I pulled out to
her little cry of dismay.

   We lay kissing and stroking each other for several minutes before she
said that we should get dressed for her to show me our baby. She dressed
quicker than I did and delved into my overnight bag to find a brush to make
her hair tidy as I finished putting my clothes on. She took my hand and led
me to the nursery and there she showed me my son.

   `Isn't he beautiful,' she said as we gazed down at the sleeping infant,
the nurse having left the room on our arrival. `I would like to have had
him christened James but I think Edward would object to that so I'm calling
him Henri instead and I put my foot down with that.' I smiled and gave her
a hug at this use of my middle name. I'm glad that I only had my arm round
her at this point for the door to the nursery suddenly opened and my
brother walked in.

   `Hello James. Well what do you think of my son eh?' he gloated.

   `Hello Edward. He looks grand. You must be proud of Annabelle for giving
you such a fine boy. I just hope he grows up to be as fine as his father.'
I felt Belle shake with inward laughter as Edward preened himself at my
words.

   `I think we'd better get dressed for dinner,' Belle said, still shaking
a bit as she turned to Edward. `We don't want to wake him up just yet for
his.'

   The three of us left the nursery and went to our rooms where I found an
old friend of mine, Dulcie, a chambermaid that had shared my bed quite a
few times in the past. She was quite pleased when I kissed her and asked
her if she would like to warm my bed up later that night and she simpered
and said that she would. I asked her if there was anyone else who would
like to warm Jock's bed too and she said she was quite certain that one of
the others would, so I let her finish turning down the bed as I went and
had a shower before getting dressed for dinner.

   I got a frosty smile and chaste kiss from my sister Françoise who always
seemed to side with my brother, but there again, she knew which side her
bread was buttered. I did have thoughts that she might have taken to Jock
but seeing her again thought otherwise. If she didn't get out of the castle
soon she would more than likely finish up an old maid. My father, when he
was alive, had a few young gentlemen to dine, but she didn't take to them
and so it looked like being spinsterhood for her.

   Dinner could have been worse but Belle kept up some chatter through the
meal telling some outrageous stories of her fictitious family and friends
on the Riviera which to me was amusing. God, it must have been purgatory
for Belle to have to sit with my two siblings every evening if this one was
anything to go by. Belle did, with a meaningful look at me, casually
mention that she would be travelling up to London during the next month to
do some shopping, the message I got and so said that the house in Hanover
Square was hers whenever she wished. She smiled her thanks and said that
she would let me know when she had decided what week she would be
travelling. I'd laid off the staff of the house once Belle had hooked
Edward but didn't mention this at the table. That would mean that Belle and
I would have the whole week together while she was in London.

   I made Belle laugh and Edward frown when I told the story of the
solicitor seeing me about the name I'd chosen for the club. He didn't think
it was amusing and I was glad when dinner was over and after wishing
everybody a goodnight, went up to bed to find Dulcie already there waiting
for me. Jock didn't go without female company either that night.

   My son was duly christened the next morning by the local vicar in our
own chapel and he was named Henri Phillipe James Edward Deauville, the
future heir to the castle Brue. Jock and I only stayed for the one drink to
wet the baby's head before we said our goodbyes and made our way back to
London, the girls and the club.

                                                          *

   Chateau Brue was making money with the shows that Toby and Jack were
setting up each week though I did a special check one day on the tills. I
had the suspicion that the manager we'd hired to run the place was skimming
off the top and so that was why I did this check on the tills.

   I secretly marked the till rolls and at the end of the week I asked my
manager to produce the rolls for me to look at. This he was quite happy to
do and on checking, didn't find the rolls that I had marked. He was
therefore substituting false till rolls which I'm sure were lower than the
originals.

   I checked these out with the final totals and was not surprised to find
that they matched up. I thanked him and left, with him more than pleased
that I appeared to be satisfied with what I'd seen.

   `Well what do you think Jock?' I asked him when we were back in Bedford
Square, having told him about the manager skimming off the top.

   `You've got to make an example of him,' he replied straight away. `We
can't let him get away with it otherwise others might start dipping their
fingers in too.' I agreed with him and mused about what exactly to do about
him.

   I was thinking about this in bed that night with one of my new
girls. Greta was her name, a Scandinavian, and had been anxious to go to
bed with me to find out if the stories that the other girls had told her
were true. She was blonde both on top and down below and had a lovely big
pair of tits that were more than a handful for me.

   I took her gasp for granted when she saw me naked for the first time as
I got into bed with her, much to Pauline's displeasure, her being banished
to another room for the night. Greta's hands were all over me and couldn't
wait for me to mount her. It was the pondering over this manager that took
my mind off her as I kept plugging away, bringing her to have three orgasms
before having made up my mind and turned my thoughts to her and so came
myself on her third time round. Her scream at this time must have been
heard throughout the whole house for it certainly deafened me.

   She couldn't wait to suck on the organ that had given her so much
pleasure, with her trying to say how wonderful I was with her mouth full. I
was better than Smorgasbord, sliced bread etc, as she kissed me all over
from top to bottom. Take that literally too. I had her again in the morning
before I got up, giving her two more orgasms before I went down to the gym
to wake myself up properly.

   My thirty minutes were nearly up when Pauline entered and got onto the
jogging machine to show off her body to me and see if I could still raise
it up after having had Greta. Seeing her sly smile as well her bouncing
breasts was enough to make me stir down below and soon had another raging
hard on. Covered in sweat and still panting, I pulled her off the machine
she was using and threw her down onto the mats and slid quickly into her
wet, waiting sex. She cried out with pleasure as I pushed myself in fully
and her legs came up as she held me tight with her arms up at my
shoulders. She had two orgasms to my one coming which pleased her and she
said that she forgave me for taking Greta that night, though she really had
no choice as to who I took to my bed at night.

   Jock didn't surface till late morning and he brought his coffee into my
study where I told him what I was going to do that night in respect of the
club manager. He agreed and we then went and had our lunch, well, breakfast
for him, and there I had to listen to Greta tell the other girls at the
table how good I was in bed till I could stand no more and told her to shut
up for what went on in my bedroom wasn't for broadcasting about. Red faced,
she stopped talking and had to suffer the sniggers from the others who knew
what it was like to be in my bed.

                                                          *

   Jock drove me round to cast our eyes over the girls as they touted for
business before he drove me down to the Embankment and dropped me off
before going back to the club. It was just after eleven and I had to wait
while he went and told the manager that the boss wanted to talk. He walked
with him to the car and brought him to where I was waiting and said that he
would wait till we'd finished speaking. I watched my manager get out of the
car, pleased that there wasn't anybody in sight as he came warily over to
where I was standing.

   `You wanted to see me boss?' he asked, his eyes betraying the fact that
he was worried as they kept darting about, hoping no doubt that other
people would come into view. `We could have talked in the club.'

   `No,' I said. `This is too personal to talk about in the club. Here
we'll not be disturbed.' I could now smell the fear and I'm sure he was
shaking in his shoes.

   `What...what did you want to say?' he asked in a tremulous voice.

   `About you skimming off the top,' I said.

   `No boss! I haven't...' I grabbed him by his shirt front pulling him
close to me cutting off his words.

   `Don't lie to me,' I hissed at him, his frightened face close up to
mine. `You've been switching till rolls and nobody ever steals from me
without there being retribution.'

   `No boss, no...' he stuttered out as I swung him round and quickly took
hold of his head and twisted it the opposite way to which his body was
going in the turn. There was an audible crack as his neck broke and he went
limp in my arms.

   I was only one step away from where there were some stairs that led down
to the Thames and it was down these that I pushed his body, watching him
bounce twice before sliding off the small platform at the end and into the
river. I then went and got into the back of the waiting car.

   `Home Jock,' was all I said and sat back now wondering where I was going
to find another manager. Jock parked the car in my paid for parking slot in
the Square and we went straight through to my study where I poured us both
out a drink.

   `I know you don't want to Jock, but stand in from tomorrow night until
you can find a replacement to run the club. It'll be up to you how you say
that I will not tolerate what the last one has done.'

   `No problem there,' he replied. I clinked my glass against his and
finished off my drink.

   `I'm going to bed now. Wait for the phone call from the club when it's
closing time and come and fetch me.' He nodded as I left the study and went
and found Pauline in the lounge and she saw me nod to her and I went up to
my room with her not far behind me.

   I took her savagely to work the killing I had not long done, out of my
system and then apologised for being so rough with her.

   `I wish you did this more often James,' she said as she cuddled up to
me. `It was great. I came twice.' I kissed her nose and settled myself down
for a few hours sleep before Jock would come and wake me up.

                                                          *

   I was awake the instant the door to the bedroom opened, old habits dying
hard, as Jock peered into the gloom and he could then see that my eyes were
open.

   `The barman just phoned. The manager hasn't shown up and they are
waiting to lock the place up,' he whispered from the doorway.

   `Two minutes,' I said as I carefully got out of bed as Jock closed the
door. I quickly dressed and met him downstairs and we went off to the
club. One of the bouncers was still there as well as two of the bar staff,
the rest of the place was empty of people.

   `Where's the manager then?' I asked the head barman somewhat angrily,
having been got out of bed in the middle of the night.

   `I dunno boss,' the man stammered out. `I last saw him about half
eleven.'

   `Shit,' I said as I got my keys out of my pocket and handing them to
Jock. `See to locking the place up then, and, oh, you'd better stand by to
open up tomorrow night if he doesn't show up.'

   `What about the night's takings boss?' the barman queried.

   `Give them to Jock to put in the safe,' I said as I went round the bar
and poured myself a drink. This was done and I waited till the rest of them
left so that Jock could set the alarms and lock up the club.

   We drove back to Bedford Square and with the car parked, we said
goodnight and he went off to one of the girl's rooms while I went to
mine. Pauline was still asleep and I managed to get back into bed without
waking her up.

   I still woke up at my usual time and rolled over onto Pauline and woke
her up by putting myself into her which she welcomed with a sleepy smile as
I fucked her.

                                                          *

   Needless to say that Jock opened the club that night and stayed
there. He questioned the staff about the last movements of the manager in
the club the night before and was thankful that none connected him with his
disappearance. Even the bouncer hadn't seen him get into the car driven by
Jock.

   I went in at ten that night for dinner, taking Pauline with me and Jock
told me of his questions and the answers which pleased me. The meal was
excellent as was the show with Toby and Jack and I enjoyed it as much as
Pauline did. Jock had one of his men drive us home where Pauline and I had
a lovely night of sex.

                                                          *