Exploring the Mysteries of Belle

Scene 1- at the cafe

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It had been a warm day. We arrived at the sidewalk cafe about 9 pm. The sun was just down and there was a purple tinge to the sky above the buildings; the air was still quite warm and humid.

The maître d' handed me a menu as he seated us. He was followed closely by our waiter who set a basket of bread on the table and poured us each a glass of sparkling water and a glass of the house red wine.

I handed him the still-closed menu. He smiled and said, "The salmon carpaccio and Caprese again, sir?" I nodded and returned his smile.

When he walked off, I returned my gaze to my companion. She looks stunning in her brightly colored floral shift. In this light the yellow and orange in the dress make her eyes a deep emerald color. Her cheek bones are high and her lips are full. But her eyes are everything. Even as she turns them down from time to time, demurely, they command attention.

She says she is 24 years old. Her build is slight; it makes her appear much younger. But in these three dates, walking and talking with her I have learned she has a much older soul. She is full of life and vitality, but she has wisdom from the long introspection of an artist.

She leaned into the table, her unparted hair hanging down over her right eye. She removed a thin cigarette from her purse. Before she could get it to her scarlet lips, I had my lighter at the ready for her. She stared into my soul as she inhaled to take the flame into the sweet tobacco.

As I put the lighter back in my pocket, she pursed her lips off to one side and lightly blew away the smoke. She reached her hand out and met mine as it rested on the table. She smiled and said, "So, there's this little theatre near here; I know the manager. Would you like to go after we eat?"

"What's playing?" I asked.

"It is kind of an art house. You never really know what the show will be until you get there. It is very small. I have heard the show is as different as the audience each day."

She took another draw from her cigarette as the food arrived. She dropped the butt to the pavement and crushed out the smoldering end with her beige pump and exhaled the puff. Our waiter delivered our order and topped off our wine. He backed away showing his palms and wishing bon appetite.

I took some of the carpaccio and Caprese and placed it on her plate. "Sounds interesting," I said as I continued serving our light dinner, "why not?" The aroma of the balsamic vinegar dripping from the white cheese was making my mouth water even though I didn't realize I was hungry.

She aligned a piece of cheese and tomato with her fork and knife then cut a corner and bathed it in the balsamic vinegar. I watched her lips part as she took the bite into her mouth. She closed her red lips over the tip of her fork and gave me a playful smile as she slowly drew the tines out of her mouth.

I sliced off a bit of the salmon and placed it in a crust of baguette and dipped it in the balsamic before tasting it. She kept chewing as her eyes followed my food from my plate to my mouth. She opened her mouth slightly as I opened mine then murmured, "Mmm."

As she took a bite of the salmon, I looked at my watch and said, "It's 9:30 now. What time does the show begin?"

She wiped her lips with her napkin, smiled wryly and said, "It's a continuous show with lots of entries and exits. We don't have to rush our meal." Then she took a sip of wine and touched my hand.

Her fingers were cool, but I felt a surge of energy pass through them and shoot up my arm raising the hairs as it went. I playfully slipped my next bite off my fork as she continued watching the movement of my lips.

She lightly dug her fingernails into my wrist as I chewed and I felt another jolt of energy, this time in my groin. As though nothing was out of the ordinary, she took another sip of wine and smiled while I nervously shifted in my seat.

"Please finish your dinner; you will need your energy. They won't let us take food into the theatre, anyway. Please excuse me, I need to visit the ladies' room," she said.

I stood and pulled her chair out. "So gallant," she whispered in my ear as she brushed my cheek with her lips, "don't go away, I'll be right back."

I took my seat and grabbed a couple of pieces of baguette from the covered basket. I broke them open and arranged a piece of tomato and mozzarella on one side of the bread. Then I took the remaining salmon to my plate and folded the thin slices on the other side of the bread. With that the rest of the meal had been reduced to two small sandwiches.

I squeezed the first to break up the hard crust then drew it through the balsamic and took a bite. After quickly finishing the first, I was repeating the process with the second. I must have missed her exit from the restroom. Because as I was about to bite the remaining sandwich, fragrant hands covered my eyes.

She leaned down and kissed my cheek again and said, "You certainly made short work of the food; are you ready to go?"

"Just about," I said as I swallowed the last of my wine and reached for my billfold. I took out 3 bank notes and placed them in the silver tray the waiter had left for this purpose. I led her back to her chair and pulled it to seat her and said, "Now may I have a few moments for a trip to the gents'?"

She nodded then pushed the plate with the balsamic vinegar to the center of the table, revealing the plain white placemat. She slid her spoon under the edge of the plate, tipping it, to create a pool of brown vinegar. Then she took her fork and dipped one of the tines. Once she had a nice drop, she started sketching on her fresh canvas.

After a few minutes, the waiter came to collect his payment. He stopped briefly and turned his head to see her signing the corner "Belle." Sensing his hesitation by her, she looked up and smiled. When her eyes met his, he blushed at being caught and quickly returned his attention to his task. "He he he," she chuckled to herself as she took a quick sip of water.

She set the glass to the side of her sketch just as I was arriving. At a glance, I could see she had drawn a building with what appeared to be a lighted sign Now Showing over a wide entrance. I could make out a window on one side under the word TICKETS and a couple of people in a line to purchase.

I considered it for a moment before I touched her shoulder. "Is that where we are going?" I asked. She nodded. I pulled her chair and offered her my arm. We left the sidewalk cafe between the potted hedges that separate it from the public sidewalk. She tugged my elbow left and we were on our way to the theatre.

As we walked, she kept her right hand between my bicep and chest. She held my left hand in hers, at times our fingers interlaced, at others she tickled and playfully squeezed as her mood dictated. We crossed the square in front of the town hall then turned down a side street that got most of its illumination from the blinking marquees of the clubs that lined it.

After dark, cars were prohibited on the street. We easily moved among the chattering pedestrian traffic. To the left was a techno club that pulsed electronica out the door and through the bodies of everyone on the street. There were dozens of young people dressed to dance waiting at the ropes to be let in as others left to make room. Across the narrow street people milled about in front of the large posters describing the acts in the smaller, quieter cabaret.

Once we got beyond the clubs, we passed a few small lunch shops, a hookah bar and smaller shops featuring novelties (sex toys, specifically) and smoking supplies. The narrow alleys between the buildings bled the odors of stale perfumes and perspiration. Finally, we reached the theatre at end of cul de sac. It was just as she had drawn on the place mat at the cafe.

Scene 2 - at the theatre

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We approached the ticket window where an older gentleman was reading today's paper. "Ahem. Two please." I said.

He tapped the 2 on his screen and said, "That's 30 Euro." He looked at Belle then tapped the 4 on his screen. "Your number tonight is 4. When it flashes on the screen, look for a blue light to direct you to your next room." He nodded as I gave him 3 bank notes.

She was tugging at my elbow excitedly even before our tickets fully emerged below the window. "Number 4. Let's get inside so we don't miss anything." She said.

The lobby was nothing more than a hallway with arches on either side that lead to balconies and three doors that opened to the aisles on the main floor. Above the arch to the right were large numbers: 1 - 2 - 3. Over the left arch were 6 - 7 - 8. If these numbers mean what I think they mean, I expect to see 4 & 5 inside on the main level.

"Let's try this one," she said, pointing to the middle door. I pulled the handle. We quietly slipped into the dark space. I held her close for a few moments while our eyes adjusted.

She turned toward me, pushed up on her toes, extended her arms behind my shoulder blades, squeezed her body tight to mine and kissed me. I could feel her hard nipples nearly pierce me through our clothes. As my cock began to respond, she began probing my slightly open mouth with her hot tongue. I met hers and we kissed passionately until we noticed a change in the light reflecting from the screen as a giant number "2" appeared in the center then faded off to the corner of the screen. She pulled again leading me down the aisle to a very open area on the right. We walked into the middle of the empty row and sat down.

Our seats were below the balcony. I could hear whispers echoing off the walls so I knew there were others in the theatre, but since I couldn't see anyone, I assume they were above us somewhere. The whispering stopped with a click coming from a door closing above.

I quickly panned the theatre and noticed the pillars were decorated with carvings or painted plaster castings depicting the smiling and frowning masks of comedy and tragedy. There were heavy velvet curtains strung between them.

The seats were well-padded and covered in dark red velour. The kind that kept a record of the last thing that touched it. As my eyes became adjusted to the darkness, I began to take in our surroundings. On the open seat beside me I could make out evidence of thighs—two long trenches starting at the front edge of the seat— and a mini skirt—a perpendicular line nearer the back. There was a darker spot glistening where the three lines met in the middle of the cushion. "Hmmm, I wonder what led to that." I thought, as the corners of my mouth turned up ever so slightly.

As we sank into our seats, she leaned on my shoulder. She slid her right hand under my left bicep and squeezed. After a couple of minutes, she put her left hand on mine and guided it to her bare knee. Her skin was cool from the air conditioning.

She shifted a bit, parting her legs inviting me to explore upward. I took my time. I lifted my hand to let only my fingertips make contact. I opened and closed my fingers and drew them up and down her thigh. I noticed her skin temperature increasing as my hand neared her pubic area.

The scene on the screen was adding to my excitement. The camera zoomed in on two people entering what appeared to be an office. It was obviously an inexpensive set with just a desk, side chair and a potted plant. There was just enough paper on the desktop to allow the actors to exaggerate making a mess at the right time. They crossed the small room and leaned up against the desk. Her buttocks made contact with the edge as her miniskirt hiked up almost automatically.

My little finger brushed her hot labia and she softly moaned, "Mmmm." There were no panties to deal with. I could tell she was prepared for fun. She twisted and rolled toward me. Her left leg settled between mine as she pinned my hand between my thigh and her pussy. She began rocking her pelvis and moved her hands up to caress the bulge expanding in my pants.

He kissed his way down her body until he knelt before her. He parted her knees and started caressing her inner thighs with pouted lips. It seemed he was taking care to make only the lightest contact. A close up shot revealed goose bumps rising in anticipation. Then the shot faded out and a large number 4 faded in.

Scene 3 - number 4

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Number 4 flashed on screen then dissolved into a blue dot that fell to the right corner of the screen just as his lips were finding her moist pussy.

"Number 4. That's us," I whispered.

She immediately rolled off me, stood and grabbed my hands, "Let's go, let's go!" She led me to the door at the right front of the theatre just below where the blue dot on the screen stopped.

When we got near the door I heard the heavy clunk of an electronic lock releasing the door. It slowly opened toward us. When we stepped across the threshold, the door released and quickly closed leaving us in total darkness. We were completely surrounded by sound-sucking, light-absorbing, floor to ceiling velvet curtains. The lock clunked and Belle wrapped her arms around my waist and squeezed me tight.

"Are you ready for something new?" She whispered; again up on her toes to be near my ear.

"If you will be there with me, sure," I reply as I search and again find her warm, welcoming lips.

She turned and reached away from the door and found the break in the curtains. She slipped through then pulled me through as well. "We're in. Let's go have some fun!"

We held hands as we climbed five steps to what I guess is a stage when the screens aren't down for films. She led me about 20 steps toward some light in the middle of the space.

Beneath two spotlights hanging in the backstage area are a small platform and a bench such as you might see in a locker room. The apparent walls at the front and rear of the room were actually projection screens showing the backside of what we saw in the theatre. I saw the continuation of the office cunnilingus scene in a normal view before me; behind me, the image was mirrored.

She brought me to the end of the bench facing the platform and gently pushed me to sit. After I was seated, for the first time of the night she was above me. She took my face in her hands and bent to kiss me tenderly from my forehead to my cheeks, to my nose, then my chin, and finally my lips where she stayed for several long moments.

Kneeling before me, she unbuttoned my shirt then slipped her hands in to part the front. She kissed down my neck and chest while her hands explored up from my waist. She moved her hands up my sides touching me with just her fingertips. As her fingers surrounded my nipples, she dug her nails in slightly and I gasped.

She leaned down and licked then kissed each red nipple before whispering, "would you unzip me please?"

"With pleasure," I answered. She turned away still on her knees. She lifted her hair to show me the clasp and hidden zipper. I pulled it down to the small of her back. She reached up and pulled the wide straps off her shoulders, pulled her arms through, and let the dress fall past her firm ass to land on her calves.

She grabbed the dress in her right hand and stepped out of it as she stood. She swung the dress over her shoulder and strode five steps to the platform. She stepped up and slowly turned a full 360 degrees then faced me with her arms outstretched. Then she dropped the dress off the platform with a flourish.

She put her hands on her hips, bent her knee and winked at me. The screen behind her went white. It must be the transition to a new scene. The image shuttered and the texture shifted as the camera slowly zoomed out. I saw the rolling hills and valleys of a woman's torso. Her navel. Two perfectly symmetrical semi orbs each topped with a caramel colored sentinel. Then I noticed the jawline I had been admiring over dinner. It's Belle. The next scene is us, now.

Clunk. I heard the echo of a breaker being thrown far off stage then I heard the buzz of a light bulb warming to my right. As the light came up I could see a chair up on another platform with a woman seated on it. She was wearing an ivory-colored gown and a single strand of pearls. Her black hair was tied in a braid that hung down on one shoulder. Her lips were a deep red. Beside each arm of the chair was a small table with a variety of items.

"Welcome to my theatre, I am Mistress Lilith," she said as she looked my way. This must be the person Belle said she knew here. "I hope you find our shows enjoyable and interesting. Has Belle filled you in?"

Scene 4- mother and daughter

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After a long moment's pause, I replied, "Filled me in? I'm not too sure."

"Well never mind. You are our guest tonight. Come here, my dear," she said looking at Belle.

"Yes, Mother," she stepped down from her platform. She gracefully floated 5 steps and stepped up to the other platform. She turned and faced me and said, "I call her mother but we are not related. I was an artist displaying my work in the plaza. She passed me many times going to and from the market.

"One autumn day she passed by earlier than usual and saw me rolling my bedding. She paused and asked me where my paintings and sketches were. I told her they would be out before she returned.

"I want to study them more closely," she said nodding as she went her way. I set up my easels and leaned pieces against the wrought-iron fence as usual. By the time she returned the sun was dropping behind the buildings. I was shrugging in my shawl and thinking about putting away my wares and finding a warm place to sleep, but I knew she would come back so I waited."

Lilith continued the story, "By the time I returned, it was getting dark. She was wrapped in all her clothes shivering. 'I saw where you sleep. Where do you paint?' She said, 'Here and there; I try different places, different scenes, different light.'"

"I told her I have some spare rooms where she could sleep and draw and paint. She said, 'Really?' I replied, 'It's true, let's gather what we can carry; I will call my assistant, Robert, to fetch the rest.'"

"The rooms you see in the shows tonight, she designed and decorated. She has helped me transform my raw concept into a new kind of performance art."

"Tonight, you are with us creating entertainment for ourselves and the few who join us in the theatre. Some will only see what we show them; some, like us, get more."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that the projector was showing another room with a threesome in some strange contorted chain connecting mouth to mouth, genital to mouth, and genitals to genitals.

Lilith reached to the table on her right and took a necklace with two loops connected at a common clasp. As she began to lower it in front of Belle's neck the show resumed from our room, showing a side view from a high angle. The inner chain was made of broad, flat links and fit like a choker. The outer chain had somewhat more open links with two decorations hanging a few inches apart from the center. She closed the clasp and whispered —but not too softly— "shall we let our guest do the rest?"

"Yes, Mother," she said as she stepped down and walked toward me. I could see the dangling adornments were clamps. I could also see they didn't reach the center of her breasts. She stopped before me, bent her waist slightly and took my hands. She raised them and placed them on her ribs just below the small, firm mounds that are her breasts.

"Don't worry. I made this necklace for myself. Pull down one clamp and attach it to my nipple then push up the other breast until the nipple meets that clamp. It's fine, you'll see."

I did as she asked. I pinched her right nipple gently between my left thumb and index finger. It was already erect. I took the nearest clamp and squeezed it open. The spring was surprisingly strong. I watched her face as I let it close. Her breathing quickened and she bit her lip against the rush of signals from that tight bundle of nerves. I held her breast cupped in my palm until her breathing regained a more normal pace.