The Gentlemen's Club: Volume One in the 'Noire' series (2 page)

Her hand stayed its motion, holding
still those hefty globes, and then she squeezed: gently at first, then harder. Another
moan escaped the giant’s lips. Her eyes scanned the faces about the room,
seeking out their eyes, ensuring that she had their full attention before she
proceeded.
 

Lord
MacCaulay
lit a cigar, reclined within his armchair and inhaled deeply, returning her
stare, which had settled upon him. He doubted not that she was admiring the
strong plane of his jaw, the breadth of his shoulders and his thick, dark hair.
He was used to the admiring gaze of women, drinking him in, flirting. Resolutely,
her eyes remained on his and she squeezed the African’s treasures harder, until
the effort showed in the small sliver of flesh at the top of her glove.

The recipient’s moan grew
more audible. She kept her hand clenched for what seemed an eternity, every man
in the room now squirming.

At last, she removed her
hand,
letting those ripe and heavy plums swing free. Keeping
MacCaulay
fixed in her vision, she flexed her crop,
switching it once through the air before bringing it across the tight flesh of black
buttocks. Twice more she delivered her whip to its target, the air vibrating.
The dark creature’s muscles contracted in response but he offered no cry of
pain: not until the next strike caught him full on the testicles.

Her eyes still on
MacCaulay
, Mademoiselle Noire flicked her crop gently
against the man’s inner thighs, so that he might open his legs still further, leaving
his most tender parts vulnerable to her ministrations. Another sharp crack of exquisite
torture conjured a collective intake of breath. She raised the crop high, and
delivered the most vigorous blow yet. The African’s knees bent but then resumed
their stance.

Lord
MacCaulay
swallowed uncomfortably. His interest was piqued but he admitted that this
particular manner of flirtation diverged greatly from what he was used to.

Mademoiselle Noire laughed,
the sound twisting and curving lightly about the room. She clicked her fingers,
and the hulk of a man stood upright, assuming a position to one side, where he
waited.

Chapter Two

A Flower Not Yet in Bloom

From between the curtains now
emerged a slight young girl, obviously a servant in the establishment. Mademoiselle
Noire led her to the
centre
of the room before
speaking, her voice low and sensual: a distillation of seduction.

“Gentlemen. This is Daisy, a
chambermaid from the upper floors.”

“Daisy, you are blindfolded
at present, but I will reveal to you that you are standing in the salon. About
you are gathered some Gentlemen.”

Daisy turned her head towards
Mademoiselle
Noire’s
voice.

“I don’t understand ma’am.”

“I’ve brought you here
because your
behaviour
upstairs has been inappropriate.
Accordingly, we must reach an understanding if you are to stay in service here.
Do you understand?”

Daisy nodded silently.

“I think you must know to
what I’m referring. The offence occurred yesterday evening, at around 6pm. I
would like you to tell the Gentlemen in this room what happened.”

The girl’s voice was soft and
trembling.

“I approached a guest in his
bedroom ma’am.”

“And…” prompted Mademoiselle
Noire.

“I…I asked him if he’d like
me to pleasure him ma’am, in return for a small payment.”

“I see,” smiled Mademoiselle.
“And what did you have in mind Daisy? Are you a woman of the world?
 
Do you understand such matters?”

A blush began to suffuse the
poor girl’s cheek.

“Come now. You must be honest
with us.”

“I thought perhaps that I
might rub the Gentleman ma’am, and that he might like to touch me. I know that
men like to touch ladies and to have
themselves
touched too.
 
I have some knowledge
ma’am, as I have my own young man. We
’re set to be married
in the spring. He says it’s a long time to wait, so I let him take some
liberties …but I’m still a maid. ”

“I see. Thank you for being
so candid. I think we understand now, don’t we Gentlemen. Daisy, you’ve behaved
inappropriately. Our Gentlemen may do as they please in their rooms, but not
with chambermaids.”
 
She added
curtly, “Unless by prior appointment with the management.”

“There are rules Daisy. If
you want to sport with our Gentlemen rather than make beds that can be arranged.
You might find such new duties preferable to your work as a chambermaid, and it
will pay a great deal more: a very great deal. It would, no doubt, make a
handsome purse to bring to your marriage, and your young man need never know,
of course.”

She paused again.

“Is that what you’d like
Daisy?”

The girl whispered her reply.

“We can’t hear you.”

“I think I might ma’am.”

“I’m sure all the Gentlemen
gathered here tonight are delighted to hear that,” Mademoiselle Noire purred.

“That being the case, I think
it best that we discover if you are truly suited for such an occupation.
 
The Gentlemen who come to this Club are discerning
and expect something ... special in return for their generous membership fees.”

“Of course ma’am,” mumbled
the poor girl.

“Let’s waste no time,”
continued Mademoiselle. You must do just as I say. Your hands are free. Please
use them to lift your skirt and remove your bloomers.”

The girl hesitated.

“Remove them Daisy,” repeated
Mademoiselle Noire, her voice soft yet imperious: that of a monstrous goddess.

With shaking hands, the girl
bent, raised her skirt and petticoat to just above her knees and, fumbling,
reached upwards to untie the ribbon at the top of her undergarment. Her
movements were such as intended to conceal any flash of leg. The bloomers
dropped to her ankles and the girl carefully maneuvered them over her feet,
placing them beside her.

“Raise your skirts Daisy. Our
Gentlemen would like to see more of you.”

Mademoiselle’s voice was now no
more than a lascivious murmur.

The girl took the hem of her
skirts and raised them to her knee, then higher, until the top of her thick
worsted stockings was visible and a small section of pale thigh above.

Someone coughed. There was an
atmosphere of impatience. Mademoiselle Noire was really taking her time with
the girl and several of those gathered rather wished she would speed up
proceedings.

“I think the Gentlemen would
like to see more of your leg Daisy. Take off your stockings, and then raise
your skirts fully, so that they are about your waist.”

Her voice dripped like honey
through fur.

“Oh ma’am,” mumbled Daisy,
her lips quivering now, close to tears. “Must I?”

“Indeed you must my dear. It
is quite essential,” Mademoiselle
Noire
replied, her
voice seductive: irresistible.

So it was that the poor girl,
quite flustered, did as she was directed. She held the rough fabric of her
costume as high as necessary, so that the cleft between her legs was revealed
to all: two slithers of pink protruding from an abundant bush of hair. The
darkness of her triangle highlighted all the more the paleness of her flesh.

“Very nice my dear,”
commented Mademoiselle, her voice both sweet and terrible. “Now turn around and
show the Gentlemen your bottom. I’m sure it’s a pretty little rump.”

The tears now coursing
freely, the girl turned slowly and, letting her skirts drop to the front,
raised them instead at the back. Her behind was a peach, nicely rounded and
with enough flesh that a man might grab
hold
easily.

“Bend over a little further
Daisy dear and part your legs,” instructed Mademoiselle.

As she tilted forward, her
buttocks stretched apart, so that the pink and white rosette of her anus popped
into view – also, the full extent of her outer labia, parting to show a
hint of the inner recesses.

“You are quite delightful,”
Mademoiselle assured her, syrup in her voice. “We’re all very pleased with you.
Now, stay just as you are. We must conduct a further examination. It may hurt a
little, but the discomfort will be worth the end result I assure you and, in
truth, it is only a small thing.”

Mademoiselle Noire gestured
forward the African, of whom Daisy, being blindfolded, was quite unaware. The
giant’s erection had eased a little over the passing minutes, but what next
ensued restored its prowess.

With surprising gentleness,
he clasped the girl’s buttocks with his huge hands, so that she might feel the
heat of them upon her. He stroked her soft flesh, moving his hands gradually
further down, until he had cupped her sweet cunny. There he rocked his palm
against her tender parts, so that her slight sobs were soon silenced. She stood
surprisingly still, pushing back against the pressure of that warm hand. The
dark Adonis then moved his finger, finding her quick, pressing lightly,
massaging, until the girl’s breaths came more rapidly.

Mademoiselle Noire observed
closely, asking Daisy now if she wanted to drop her skirts and leave,
forgetting about the whole proposal, or whether she might like to stay a few
more minutes. Daisy was silent, but nodded, showing no sign of retreating from
the skillful administrations to her rear. The young girl’s virgin cleft was
clearly ripe and ready, so that the African’s finger entered without
difficulty, inch by inch, caressing back and forth, placing pressure first
upwards, then down, twisting inside. Well lubricated, his fingers slid without
resistance. Her buttocks began to clench in rhythm with his motion. There was
no hint of struggle and her silence was replaced by soft gasping.

Mademoiselle Noire watched
with genuine satisfaction. “There is one more test ahead of you my dear,” she
announced, “But it is one which you may perform for us yourself.”

She now motioned for the
African to remove his hand and step back a pace. Daisy’s skirts fell once more
and Mademoiselle Noire helped her to stand upright and turn to face those
gathered. So light-headed was the maid that she could barely stand without
wobbling.
 
A chair was brought so
that she might sit. Mademoiselle Noire guided her to the edge, so that her
buttocks were perched there, and then lifted the girl’s skirts herself, placing
them to either side, and moving the maid’s legs apart, so that she was fully
visible: engorged and moist. The sight stirred Lord
MacCaulay
more than any other that evening.

Next, Mademoiselle Noire took
the girl’s left hand and placed it upon her cunny. She extended Daisy’s index
finger and guided it within, placed in parallel with her own. There she located
the young maid’s nub and, moving the girl’s finger in a circular motion,
through the pressure of hers, she brought Daisy to the final pulsing moments of
feminine fulfillment. It was a sight to behold: the previously timid and
intimidated chambermaid, legs spread wide and pleasuring herself to such an
audience.
 
On completing her task,
she sat gasping, milky juices trickling down her thighs. Two of the Gentlemen
were inspired to applaud her efforts and the bravery of her endurance, which
soon had the whole room similarly signifying their admiration.
 

“Gentlemen, our young
chambermaid was a blossom yet unfurled; now, she is opening her flower to the
garden of pleasure. Daisy has proven herself highly suitable for the labors
commensurate with her new position. There is no doubt in my mind that she will come
to delight in her bedroom activities: gaining both excitement and a heavy purse
into the bargain,” announced Mademoiselle Noire.

“Daisy will now be sent
upstairs, bathed, and placed in a bedroom, ready for her first suitor.
 
Since this is a special moment for any
maid, the price should be high. The price of her maidenhood is to be fifteen
guineas Gentlemen: a contribution to Daisy’s dowry.”