Belles Story Bk 02 Ch 01

(This chapter was written in collaboration with my online life-partner PixieHoff. We have a lot of fun bouncing story ideas between us. In this chapter we role-play the first professional date of Pixie, played by PixieHoff while I play the part of her client Vijaya. We hope that you, our dear reader, will enjoy it as much as we do)

At breakfast, as has become usual, the mobiles announce the arrival, every five minutes or so, of a text message from Michelle. For the first time, there is no booking message for me.

There is a letter for me from James Innes, Alisa's solicitor, and excusing myself go into the lounge for privacy. It says that her complete estate, including property, is valued at £37,507,385.47. Inheritance Tax is 0% for the first £325,000 and 40% on the remainder, i.e. on £37,182,385.47 which means the inheritance tax is £14,872,954 and his fee is £2,000. He asks me to call and advise how I require the £22,634,431.47 to be paid. I call him immediately to thank him for his letter and ask him to transfer the funds to my bank account and give him the details necessary for the transfer to be made. Our business completed, the call ends.

I call my bank and ask to be put through to the manager. After explaining who I am and the purpose of my call, he picks up the call and asks how he may help. I advise him of the imminent transfer due to arrive from James Innes, a solicitor and say that I wish the whole amount of £22,634,431.47 to be immediately transferred to my 'special' high interest account. He confirms my identity by asking me some security questions and then advises that he will make the transfer for me and send confirmation by email. I thank him for his assistance and the call ends. I return to the kitchen.

Pixie's client is Vijaya, a junior minister in the government of India which requires her to visit her political counterpart in London on a regular basis. The appointment is 7:30 p.m. at the Savoy hotel on The Strand. Given her sensitive situation, she is to ask for 'Genevieve' at Reception and she will be escorted to her suite. In celebration, I decide to buy Pixie a new sari gown for her date.

Having finished breakfast Piti takes me aside and, begging my pardon, says that there is no need for secrecy because they can all see our love for each other in our faces. I thank her and say that we are planning to announce something later in the day. She kisses me with a sparkle in her eye. As always, I respond. I ask her advice on buying Pixie some sari gowns and she tells me of the Sari Emporium in Southall. In need of a car, she suggests Inika drives us in the older BMW as Inika knows the Sari Emporium, having briefly lived nearby.

On our drive to Chelsea Old Town Hall, I tell Pixie that our secret is known. She merely smiles: "Whatever will be, will be!"

In the Registry Office, Pixie's name replaces Alisa's in the booking as my wife-to-be. The necessary forms are completed on the production of Pixie's birth, and Alisa's death, certificates. There being more than a month to our wedding on Wednesday the 20th of October, we are officially engaged to be married! I pay the modest fee required for the change.

The next destination is the World Travel Club, where I show Alisa's death certificate and Pixie's name is substituted for Alisa's for our flights to Delhi. There is no charge made.

Our next stop is The Diamond Store to collect our engagement rings. The inside of Pixie's ring is now engraved: Sansa ❤️ Emily. The work is perfect with no evidence of the former engraving or of any platinum in-fill and it fits beautifully. My ring is now engraved: Emily ❤️ Sansa and again the work is perfect.

Our time sensitive business completed, Inika drives us to Southall.

In the Sari Emporium both of us are overwhelmed by the generous displays of opulent, yet beautiful sari gowns, basically a gown that is designed to look like a sari but is more of an evening gown. The first to seize our attention is a laurel green satin with floral print, ready pleated, sari gown with spaghetti straps. It features a six inch high band of sequin frills around the hemline and a realistic pallu.

I enquire if such dresses are available in India, we are informed that they are and they cost much less there. With just over a month to go before our wedding and subsequent honeymoon in Delhi, we agree to wait for our main shopping spree but add another 3 sari gowns to give Pixie a workable wardrobe for the time being. I decide to buy the same lovely sari gowns in my size. The arduous task of trying them on and modelling for each other keeps us busy and happy for over half an hour. After which I pay the bill.

We return home in time for a light lunch. With the family and servants assembled, I don't beat about the bush: "You all helped me through my grief at losing Alisa and for that I am eternally grateful. Pixie devoted herself completely to caring for my every need as might be expected of a servant, but she went way beyond the call of duty and took me into her loving care. The short version of the story is that we fell in love, I asked her to marry me and she accepted my proposal."

"This morning Inika drove us to the Registry Office where, on production of Alisa's death, and Pixie's birth, certificates, her name was substituted for Alisa's for our wedding on Wednesday the 20th of October. We then went to the jewellers to collect our engagement rings, altered accordingly. Pixie is now my fiancée, and I am hers ... forever!"

"We hope you will be happy for us and embrace us with your usual love and affection. However, if you decide you would prefer not to share your wedding with us then we will be distraught, but will understand and accept your decision. There will be no question of repercussions, that just isn't Pixie's style or mine!"

We take out our rings and with a kiss we slide them onto each other's left ring finger. As ever, my ladies rise to the occasion and congratulate us with enthusiastic hugs and kisses. I've become used to their love and family commitment but notice Pixie's eyes fill with tears of happiness. I pass her some tissues and smiling, she rapidly recovers. Pixie is instantly an official member of the family, and we can stop worrying about the pull-down studio bed.

Piti asks if we will model our purchases for them and we happily agree. Jokingly, Java suggests a trip to Southall and laughing it is dismissed because they have sufficient clothes until the honeymoon, when we all plan a huge shopping spree in Delhi. What they don't know is that I plan to pay for them all.

"We hope you will be happy for us and embrace us with your usual love and affection. However, if you decide you would prefer that you don't want to share your wedding with us then, I will be distraught, but will understand and accept your decision. There will be no question of repercussions, that just isn't Pixie's style or mine!"

Piti stands and smiling says: "When I spoke privately to Belle this morning, I informed her that there is no need for secrecy because everyone can all see their love for each other in their faces." Everyone agrees and Piti continues: "We all love you Belle and want the best for you. We all saw your grief and grieved with you, now we can see your joy, and that of Pixie, and I for one share that joy with you both and look forward to our quadruple wedding and honeymoon." Lali, Sooni, Riya, Inika and Java join her standing up and one by one express the same sentiment. The 6 servants stand and smile but being uninvolved, say nothing. All of a sudden pandemonium breaks out then Pixie and I are smothered in hugs and kisses to the lips. We feel so relieved.

Lali has a word with the servants, and they leave the room briefly. They return bearing a lovely afternoon tea with cakes, clearly organised before the meeting. Our engagement rings are inspected and admired, raising the question: "Who are Emily and Sansa?"

We laugh and tell them about a story we had both read online at 'Literotica' before we first met. The story is called: 'Love & Prostitution' and the lead characters are named Emily & Sansa. Riya gasps: "Sooni and I have read the story, all 45 chapters of it and we absolutely love it. Emily was the lawyer turned businesswoman and Sansa her servant becoming her life-long partner!"

Everyone declares that they want to read the story while Pixie and I exchange smiles and breathe a huge sigh of relief.

Time passes all too quickly and soon it is time for the ladies of Chelsea Exclusives to prepare for their dates. Taking Pixie's hand in mine, I lead her upstairs and into OUR room where we undress each other and head for the shower. It's different this time, although both femme lesbians, as Sansa I take the lead in the bedroom while Pixie, as Emily, takes the lead in matters of business.

In the shower, I stand with open legs, letting the shower spray run down my body. I smile as Pixie places a folded bathmat between my legs and kneels on it, so that my treasure is invitingly within reach of her tongue. Just that thought sends a quiver of excitement through my core. The shower water runs off my sex and onto her face and she revels in it. She eases her nose between my lips and moves it up towards my button, but her nose remains buried in my cleft, her tongue sampling my essence.

There are sexy sounds of pleasure and I giggle realising the sounds emanate from me! Pixie removes her nose from my cleft and encloses the end of my button between her lips, teasing the end with the tip of her tongue. She inserts two curled fingers and finds the texture of my special spot, then massages it gently. My state of arousal literally soars! I whimper in pleasure, my body quivering, as she flicks the tip of my button repeatedly with her tongue and I have to clutch her head to support myself.

Pixie intensifies both the tempo and the pressure of her ministrations and my body quivers again and again. I hear myself moan louder and more often. It's no longer just tingles in my button, they are absolutely everywhere! I'm suffused by the heat of our passion and if I were a barometer, I'd be showing that my core pressure is rising too.

Pixie reintensifies both the tempo and the pressure of her ministrations making me cry out unintelligibly and my body shakes. A wave of ecstasy passes through me like a tidal wave that breaks onto a shore in the white water of millions of bubbles of pleasure. I slump and grasp Pixie's head to stop myself collapsing onto her.

My Pixie senses my predicament and stands to embrace me to her, I wrap my arms around her and when I've safely come down from ecstasy, we kiss. It is a long passionate French kiss, where she shares my essence with me. It is an indescribably heavenly feeling.

As if there were an emergency, I push Pixie against the shower wall, with the spray still running over us. Like some sort of butch dyke, I finger fuck her, gently at first. On observing her furiously working on her own button, I increase the tempo, but not the pressure, to match hers. I'm rewarded by her whimpers turning into moans and keep fucking her in search of her ecstasy. It isn't long before her increase in volume and shaking body announce the imminent arrival of what we both desire.

Just a tiny amount of extra pressure to her special spot tips her over the edge, and she cries her ecstasy. I cuddle her close as she comes down and licks my fingers clean, enjoying her tangy sweet goo before sharing it with me in a lovely long French kiss.

Both satisfied, we take our time to wash each other thoroughly, particularly in those deliciously intimate places. Stepping out of the shower, we take our time drying each other with warm fluffy bath towels. Nice and dry, I take her hand and lead her to the massage couch for her reward. I massage her everywhere but am careful not to arouse her, the object being to relax her and enhance her fragrance with essential oils. It seems to work.

In the dressing room, we are delighted to discover all her things have been transferred from her room in the servants' quarters. After doing each other's hair and makeup, we dress together. To begin, we select pretty silk knickers, Pixie a lacy white thong and me a semi-transparent g-string. Pixie won't be wearing a bra for the date, mainly because she's wearing the spaghetti strap sari gown she got at the Sari Emporium. I select a matching bra to my g-string then help her with her sari gown. Then she helps me put on the sari gown that I wore for my date with Shilpa.

We choose shoes, wraps and clutch bags. I remind Pixie that the Rolls-Royce Phantom VII is now her car and Riya is her chauffeur. She is delighted, and we both go to rejoin the others in the lounge, with beaming smiles on our faces.

At 7:00 p.m. the cars are already out of the garages and the doors locked. Riya drives Pixie and myself away, On arrival at The Savoy Hotel, she stops at the dropping off/picking up bay just outside the grand entrance. I tell Riya not to wait and anyway, we have our mobiles if necessary. She assists us out of the car and arm-in-arm, Pixie and I make our entrance and head for the reception desk.

Pixie asks for 'Genevieve' and the receptionist signs to a Porter. She speaks confidentially with him, and the porter asks for Pixie to follow him. I tell her that I'll be in the nearest lounge waiting for her. Reassured she follows the porter.

The Porter shows Emily to Vijaya's suite then takes his leave. She knocks on the door, feeling butterflies in her tummy. It is one thing to consent to be an escort, but what will it be like to experience? Then she remembers that her beloved Sansa has done this and that it is for their joint enterprise. She wants to make Sansa proud of her.

Vijaya opens the door and Pixie asks if she is Vijaya: "Yes, I am. Are you Emily?"

"Yes, Vijaya Memsahib," she says smiling, liking what she sees and hoped she is not disappointed with the petite white woman in front of her: "I am here from Sansa Memsahib with her warmest best wishes. I am available for you as you wish, Memsahib, and may I say what an honour it is to meet and serve you?"

Vijaya smiles: "Do come inside Emily. You are very pretty!'

Emily is relieved by her reaction, she smiles and enters, closes the door behind her and puts her hands together, bows and says: "Namaste, Vijaya Memsahib. I hope that I shall be able to fulfil your desires and be assured that whatever they be, they will become mine. It is as Sansa Memsahib and the late Alisa Memsahib have always taught us ladies."

Vijaya puts out a 'do not disturb' sign, locks it so that even hotel staff will be unable to open it and turns to face her smiling. She returns the namaste and holds out her arms to Emily.

Smiling Emily goes willingly to her. She seems a charming and charismatic lady and suddenly realises what Sansa has been teaching and telling her, there is a pleasure in doing one's best for our enterprise. She so wants Sansa to be proud of her. As Vijaya embraces her, she loves her scent and her warmth. Vijaya's swelling breasts envelop her and she feels aroused.

Vijaya embraces Emily, holding her close: "Did you say the late Alisa? I am so sorry to hear of her passing, such a genuine and lovely person altogether. How is it that she never mentioned such a lovely flower as you?"

Emily blushes at her compliment: "Yes, alas, Vijaya Memsahib, an unfortunate accident has deprived Sansa Memsahib of her life-partner. I was the last lady she took on and I want to make both her and Sansa Memsahib proud of their faith in me by being all you need me to be, Vijaya Memsahib"

Vijaya smiles again and kisses Emily gently on the lips: "There, we've introduced ourselves. Will you please use my name Vijaya without the Memsahib? My life as a politician allows me very few people that I can sufficiently trust. I have a feeling that we could become friends as well as ... ahem ... business associates. Please come and sit beside me on the couch and may I compliment you on choosing to wear a sari, it looks charming on you."

Emily smiles: "I am so pleased you think so, Vijaya. I should be greatly honoured were we to become friends. That would be a great privilege. And as an English woman I should be free of any Indian political connections save one - YOU!"

Vijaya smiles and with her arms around Emily, kisses her softly but with underlying passion.

Vijaya gazes into Emily's lovely eyes and smiles warmly: "I forget my manners, whatever will you think of me? May I offer you a drink before we dine?"

Emily replies: "That would be very pleasant, Vijaya, might I have a sparkling mineral water with ice and a slice of lime please? I thought that I would keep as clear a head as possible."

Vijaya smiles: "How deliciously sensible of you, I shall have the same but I do hope you will take a small glass of wine with me at dinner. I shall refrain from asking anything about your life, but I imagine that the agency will have told you I am a junior minister in the Government of India. I am required to make regular visits to meet with my counterpart in London."

Vijaya gets up and mixes the drinks, then brings them back to the couch offering Emily a glass. All the time smiling as she visually drinks Emily in and finds her most arousing.

Emily smiles at the kindness she is receiving, she feels at home, almost forgetting that this is a business arrangement. Emily consents to a glass of wine over dinner, and expresses her hopes that whenever Vijaya is in London, if satisfied, Vijaya will consider her as her permanent escort. Emily asks whether Vijaya would enjoy a personal aperitif before dining?

Vijaya smiles warmly with an eyebrow raised: "A personal aperitif, how intriguing! I wonder whatever can you have in mind? I should tell you, that I'm not into power play, I find it all too tedious, and frankly, it seems more of a man thing."

Emily smiles, as what she said is most agreeable: "I was thinking more in terms of becoming more acquainted with your likes and preferences. A reason for only having water is to allow me to taste your essence, I wish to maintain a clear palate." Emily feels daring, but does want to make it clear that she wishes to be with Vijaya as she desires.

Vijaya giggles: "However strange it may seem, My wishes are for an enjoyable companion and toe-curling intimacy. I think I am what is called 'vanilla' but for me it is heartfelt lovemaking that I desire."

Emily leans in taking her hand and kisses Vijaya's sweet lips. Smiling she looks into her eyes and says: "That would be most agreeable to me, and we can take it wherever we desire. I am here for you, and what you desire is delicious. As, indeed, is kissing you."

Vijaya smiles "Kissing ... and touching, I think if it is sensual then it has the right recipe to be enjoyable."

Placing her hand on Emily's thigh, Vijaya feels her leg beneath the material of her sari. Stroking gently while moving toward her inner thigh: "Are you enjoying this?"

Emily loves the sensations Vijaya's hand creates: "I can honestly reply with feeling that you have the most sensitive hands." As her hand slides further, Emily kisses her, loving her soft skin and her taste."

Vijaya stops moving her hand as it rests at the junction of Emily's legs, then remaining there, she cups Emily's face with her other hand and kisses her neck, starting just under the ear.

As Vijaya kisses her sensitive parts, Emily's hand slides down her thick black hair, caressing it. As she touches Emily, she shivers with pleasure and is conscious that she is whimpering softly.

Vijaya hears Emily whimper softly and smiles that she is enjoying herself. She wonders if she might be very lucky tonight and meet the kind of escort that will provide the missing loving and sex in her busy life. She certainly hopes so. She purrs her pleasure and kisses her way down Emily's neck, inhaling her fragrance and enjoying it immensely. There is a double knock at the door, the signal that dinner has arrived. "Excuse me please dear Emily, that will be our dinner, I will let them in ... okay?"