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  Belle

  A Doxy Parcel Tale

  Nicole Ryan

  The following is a work of fiction and a product of the author’s imagination. Any semblance to actual persons or events is purely coincidental. This work contains material protected under International and Federal Copyright laws. Any unauthorized reprint or use of this material is prohibited. No part of this work may be reproduced or transmitted in any form without express written consent from the author.

  Copyright©Nicole Ryan 2013. All rights reserved.

  Belle sat on the edge of the hard settee, chatting with Kayla, the receptionist for Doxy Parcel as she waited to be seen.

  “You can’t be serious! I would have left immediately.” Kayla gasped quietly ducking her head down as if they weren’t the only two people on the entire floor.

  “Oh no honey, I love the weird ones, they really melt my butter.” She said with a Marilyn face, and then winked.

  Kayla turned pink as Lenora’s door swung open and a girl with long blonde hair walked out; her eyes were wide, and Belle couldn’t tell if that was just her natural pallor, or if she was white as s ghost. When the girl was gone from the waiting room, Belle stood, adjusting her purse strap on her shoulder.

  “She was cute huh?” Belle asked, and Kayla nodded enthusiastically.

  “Her name is Alice, she was interviewed today. I think she will do great here if Lenora hires her, she is awfully quiet though.” Kayla pursed her lips, she loved to gossip with the girls about their adventures, but confessed often that she wasn’t interested in the line of work.

  “I’d like to meet her.” Belle winked with a smooth smile.

  “Between you and me…” Kayla lowered her voice even more, “I heard Lenora and Raymond speaking earlier this week, they’re thinking of offering doubles for the girls who would be willing to do so. She wants to chat with you about it today.”

  “I have been telling her for over a year that she should consider that as a business move.” Belle tossed over her shoulder as she strolled into Lenora’s office, closing the door soundly and plopping down into one of the chairs in front of her desk.

  “Well, what’s the diagnosis?” She asked as she pulled a cigarette from Lenora’s box on her desk, and crossed her legs.

  “You’re clean.” Lenora said without enthusiasm as she rounded the corner of her desk.

  “Good to know.” Belle said. “What’s the matter?” Lenora was standing at the window now, looking down gravely.

  “I just interviewed a girl, that might change what we do here.” Lenora said, almost to herself as she looked down into the street below her office.

  “Word on the grapevine is you’re thinking of starting doubles?” Belle said as she took a deep pull on the fancy vanilla flavored cigarette.

  “It’s in the works.” Lenora seemed to snap back into reality and turned from the window, straightening her hair, “But I have something else for you, it’s short notice, but you’re the girl for the job, and he liked your photo the best.” Lenora said, sliding an envelope to Belle.

  “Upfront payment?” Belle pressed her brows together, feeling the weight of the money in her hands and tossed the envelope back at Lenora, “What is it?” She demanded.

  “Nothing too weird.” Lenora said quickly as she sat in her chair and folded her hands together.

  “You never pay up front unless it is too weird. Spill it Lenora.” Belle said, crossing her arms over her breasts and leaning back in the chair, the cigarette hanging in her lips.

  “Mr. Bestia has… extravagant tastes.” Lenora said with a devilish grin.

  “Extravagant enough tastes to shell out more than seven grand?” Belle asked.

  Lenora’s sticky red lips pulled into a sly smile, she loved Belle’s spunk, and she loved that nothing could escape Belle’s notice. Belle had grown up in a wealthy home, with three sisters and no mother. She’d been a promising cellist, had straight A’s in school, and was named Prom Queen her junior and senior year. When Belle was in her first year of college, and their father had lost everything on the stock market, he had traded Belle’s virginity to the highest bidder, one of his sleazy business partners at a whopping hundred grand. Belle had endured the night dutifully, and after the bastard made her deliver the money to her father, she split and never looked back. She lived with her boyfriend for a couple of years, waitressing and then stripping before she landed in Lenora’s office for an interview when she was twenty one.

  “Yes, but more importantly, he is colorful enough to become a returning customer, if the right girl for him were to come along…” Lenora pulled a cigarette from the box and lit it as she leaned back in her chair, watching Belle chew on the idea.

  “What does he want?” Belle asked without looking up. She knew there was a catch; you didn’t pay double the amount simply because you had a kink.

  “Eight hours.” Lenora said, and bit back a grin as Belle turned huge eyes up to her.

  “Eight fucking hours?” Belle shouted.

  “I understand,” Lenora held her hand up. “But the first four are going to be in a public place. No sex. He is very aware of the rules, and has requested this specifically. You know I can’t give you any more details, in case someone else is to go on the party.”

  “Oh come on, you know I’m going to do it. Now tell me.” Belle said as she pulled the client file from in front of Lenora.

  Belle managed to peek at it before Lenora slapped her hand over the top and snatched it up, tucking it into a side drawer in her desk. At least he looked handsome.

  “He has requested that you attend a masquerade with him, have dinner, there will be a band and then a silent auction, after that, return to his place.” Lenora shrugged.

  “Daniel will drive?” Belle asked.

  “Of course.” Lenora blew her smoke out quickly and pointed a finger at her. “Remember, you wanted to do this.” She said sliding the envelope back toward Belle.

  “He isn’t going to fuck me in front of this masked ball is he?” She asked lifting an eyebrow conspiratorially at Lenora.

  “Now, you know I’d tell you if he wanted you to do that.” She winked, a slightly sadistic smile spreading across her lips.

  “It’s a single party then?” Belle snuffed the cigarette out in the ashtray, and tucked the envelope into her purse.

  “Yes. He doesn’t seem like the type of man who likes to share.” Lenora said and stood with Belle, smoothing her hands over her black latex skirt.

  “Well I’d better get ready. Do I need to get a costume and mask?” Belle asked.

  “No, everything is taken care of. Daniel will arrive at seven to pick you up.”

  “Thanks Lenny.” Belle grumbled and rolled her eyes, she knew Lenora hated the nickname.

  ***

  Belle walked fast toward the door against the spring wind, it tossed her hair in several directions, and Lou smiled at her as he opened the door.

  “Thanks Lou! I don’t know what I’d do without you!” She said before planting a little kiss on his wrinkled cheek.

  He beamed at her before shyly tipping his hat and turning back to the street. Lou had been the doorman in her building for the last three years she’d lived there. It was nice having him there five nights a week, it added a nice touch of home to the apartment building. Belle loved arriving in the evenings to him greeting her with his kind smile and rosy cheeks. It reminded her that there was merriment in the world.

  Belle opened the door to her apartment, and shoved past a box of clothes she’d meant to donate two weeks ago, but still hadn’t gotten around to. She quickly pressed the button on her answering machine, which flashed two messages. She didn’t need to hear them to know who they were from, he was the only one who call
ed her home phone anymore.

  Belle pressed delete and held it down. She wouldn’t pretend that she didn’t miss him, but she didn’t need him in her life, she didn’t then, and she really didn’t now. Belle released a growl of frustration as she thrust her head back and stomped into her living room, tossing herself onto the sofa. She lay face down for several moments before willing herself to stand, dragging herself to the fridge and cracking open a red bull.

  Belle began her routine, and by the time she was finishing her up do in the bathroom mirror, the buzzer sounded, loud and shrill. She hurried to shove her sweat pants on and hopped on one foot as she pulled her slippers on and opened the door. She ran down to the lobby, and Lou was dutifully waiting.

  “Have a safe evening miss Belle.” He said to her, she kissed his cheek before she sat down into the limo, and he closed the door securely, patting the top before Daniel pulled away.

  “Evening miss Belle.” Daniel said, and Belle smiled at him as she stripped her sweater over her head and slipped her pants over her hips.

  “How’s life Danny?” She asked.

  “Oh you know…” He winked and Belle bit her tongue in mock disgust, opening the cabinet at her knees and pulling out a long, golden evening gown.

  It was unusually heavy, the golden beading glittered under the light, and the silky material on the inside chilled her skin as she pulled it over her legs, and up her stomach, slipping her arms in before pulling the side zipper up carefully.

  “How much time do I have?” She asked as she pulled a pair of golden Manolo Blahnik pumps from the cabinet. Below them sat a small piece of paper, with handwriting on it. Belle whistled at the shoes but frowned as she picked up the piece of paper.

  Miss Belle,

  If you are reading this, it means you’ve accepted my invitation for tonight.

  As a token of my gratitude, and pleasure at the privilege of being in your

  company, I’d like to gift you these shoes. I hope they are to your liking.

  - Anthony

  Belle smiled, shook her head and she slipped the heels on, scoffing softly.

  “Not long. Another strike?” Daniel asked.

  “I swear I don’t know how this happens.” Belle said as she poured herself a glass of champagne.

  “It’s your beauty. They can’t help themselves.”

  “Sure.” Belle said as she sipped the champagne, and took the golden bow from the cabinet, ignoring the small tin that sat below.

  “It’s true.” Daniel said, winking at her again.

  “Regardless, the man has never met me. I do love the gifts though; a girl can get awfully spoiled in this line of business. I’ve still got to donate those clothes.” She said more to herself.

  Belle wrapped the golden bow around her wrists idly as they slowed in front of a large building, but was surprised when Daniel didn’t turn off the ignition.

  “Boss’s orders.” He said into the mirror at her questioning gaze.

  “What’s with all of the rule breaking?” Belle demanded in annoyance. “I don’t even get an escort now? Where is the security?”

  Daniel shrugged, and Belle noticed movement to her right. She looked out the window to see a tall, very large man approaching the limo. He reached down and pulled the door open as Belle stretched her leg out and placed it on the pavement, making eye contact with Daniel before she stood.

  “I’ll be here.” He said.

  Belle nodded and stood, looking up into a dark, handsome face, and steel grey eyes. She beamed at him as he took her hand into his, and brought it up to his lips.

  “Belle, I’m so happy to finally meet you.” His voice was a deep baritone, and it seemed to reverberate in the space between them.

  “The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Bestia.” Belle said, he still held her hand poised at his lips and a wolfish grin spread across his face.

  “I hope so.” Belle returned his grin before he offered her his arm.

  “I thought this was a masquerade?” Belle asked, slipping her hand over the thick material of his sharp black tuxedo.

  “It is. The masks are provided.” He said as they reached the top of the concrete steps.

  Belle peered in through the glass doors, the warm ballroom was glowing in rich colors, and there were women in fine dresses, men in tuxedos twirling along the floor, Belle felt a twinge of embarrassment wash over her. She had no idea how to ballroom dance.

  “Before we go in,” Anthony began, “I need you to know that, this is a company gathering for me. I need you to be discreet with our… arrangement.” He was nervous, and flushed at the mention of her line of work. It was endearing and Belle smiled warmly as she reached up to caress the side of his face.

  “Mr. Bestia, I am very discreet.” She leaned up on tip toes, and placed a kiss on the corner of his mouth.

  “Very good.” He said as he gazed down into her face. “Please, call me Anthony.”

  Anthony reached for the door and opened it before walking Belle over to a table where two blonde, slender women sat chatting. They turned their green and blue peacock faces to them and smiled up at Belle merrily.

  “So, you are the last golden mask!” One of the girls claimed as she let her eyes rove over Belle’s gown appreciatively.

  The other woman handed her a thin mask. It covered only her eyes and was a shimmering gold with white airbrushed designs swirling around the eyes, and white and yellow plumes at the corner. Belle slipped it over her head and turned to face Anthony, who wore something that looked like it was from The Phantom of the Opera.

  “Shall we?” He asked, holding his large arm out to her, she thought that his bicep might be the size of her thigh, and she was not a slim girl, she lifted weights at her gym four times a week.

  “I don’t know how to dance.” Belle replied even as she slid her arm into his.

  “I do.” He said and twirled her across the room, there were couples dancing around them, women in long flowing gowns, and masks. Everyone looked so elegant and refined; Belle couldn’t help but wonder what they were here for, though she would never ask.

  As the night went on Belle had another glass of champagne, and Anthony had encouraged her to bid on two items on his behalf. One being a tiny silver tea set that looked like one she’d been given by her grandmother when she was young, the other was for a large yacht, and a prime spot on the marina. Anthony had mentioned something to one of his colleges about wanting it badly, and Belle hoped that he would win, especially at the very large sum of money he placed.

  “Well, if you are the highest bidder, you and your lovely lady will have to take Becky and I on a cruise sometime.” The man winked before sipping his champagne, Becky rolling her large brown eyes playfully.

  “I’d like that.” Anthony replied.

  Dinner was the loveliest meal she’d eaten in months; salmon drizzled with a lemon pepper sauce and served with Brussels sprouts and white wine. Belle ate slowly while a band played a jazzy tune, and Anthony asked her about her life. She made up great stories about a small home with no siblings and a dog named Bart. The same normal story she told everyone.

  Anthony spoke eloquently, and had a way with words that seemed to flow like poetry, from his sensual lips. In hushed, sultry tones he spoke of trips to France, and Ireland… properties that he owned though inheritance and some that he’d purchased on his own. He seemed to have a sort of carnality inside of him that simmered just below the surface, glimmering in his eyes like an unspoken promise as he held a forkful of chocolate soufflé to her lips.

  She grinned as the warm chocolate slid down her throat, and Anthony leaned toward her, cradling her jaw in his hand before he kissed her deeply. His other hand was under the table, and slowly slid up her leg, caressing her pussy over the thick material. Belle gasped at the unexpected contact, but she loved it, part of her wanted to sneak away into the nearest bathroom, but she knew it was against the rules.

  Before Belle knew it the evening was over, she almost felt disapp
ointed as Anthony was walking her to the car. It had been so long since she’d gone on a date; it was more fun than she’d had in several months, even if it was all a part of the job. The night was still very nice, and there was no wind to chill her bare shoulders, she wrapped her arms around herself out of sheer habit.

  “I’m very glad you were kind enough to be my date this evening.” He said, his voice trailing along her skin like the warm caress of a lover.

  “Thank you for inviting me.” Belle said, her voice breathy as she leaned her head back, and pursed her lips slightly.

  The gentleman did not disappoint, as he slowly descended to press his thick lips to hers, his hand sliding down her exposed spine sent tingles over her breasts. A low rumble bubbled up in his chest, and Belle’s breath caught as he pulled away from her, she stared into his steely eyes, they gleamed with knowledge and promise, and Belle’s insides clenched in response.

  “Mmm.” She practically purred up at him. “Anthony, if you continue to kiss me that way, we might not leave the street.”

  Anthony grinned down at her elegant features and kissed the tip of her nose before opening the door and helping her in. When she was carefully tucked in, her dress safely about her ankles, Anthony leaned down and whispered to her.

  “Do you have any qualms about hot wax?” His words curled the hairs on the back of her neck and she looked at him with a grin.

  “None at all.”

  “Good.”

  As the limo pulled away from the curb, Belle opened the cabinet and pulled out the tiny tin, opening it and checking her makeup and hair quickly. She glanced down at the chocolate rose that sat in the center. Lenora knew that Belle never took the chocolates; but she put them in anyway. Belle knew that there was Peyote in it, and while she wasn’t against any such thing, it had never really interested her. Every party she’d been on before had been in one location… and certainly did not have a precursor of a four hour time frame where she was able to get to know the man.

  Why Lenora insisted on providing them to her anyway Belle would never know, but now as she sat, feeling wined and dined, and actually aroused before a party, she was grateful. Grateful because, along with the fuzzy feeling she also felt the flutter of nerves in her belly, nerves that hadn’t been there before. The tiny rose gleamed at her and she lifted it.