Complications Minor Chapter 2 (of 20)
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misssara11Title: Complications Minor
A Blackpool/Secret Diary of a Call Girl crossover with just a hint of Keen Eddie
Rating: M
Paring: Peter Carlisle/Belle De Jour
Spoilers: All of Blackpool and S1 of Secret Diary of a Call Girl
Summary: Peter Carlisle has needs. Belle De Jour is in the business of fulfilling those needs. It's a simple arrangement. Right?
Chapter Summary: Preferences in lingerie are stated and a proposition is made.
Previous chapters can be found here.
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swankkat and kalleah made this whole thing better.
Belle checked her hair and make-up. Again. She debated changing. Again.
It was almost time for her weekly time with Peter. He had been a regular for two months now. After three weeks, her usual business-like shell had given way to an almost overwhelming need to please him.
She prided herself on figuring out what men wanted and expected of her quickly. She couldn’t crack him though. He always seemed to enjoy whatever she tried but nothing made him lose that last bit of control. That bothered and intrigued her to no end. Still, he kept coming back, so she must have been doing something right. The obvious thing would be to just ask him but that would take all the fun out of it.
She hadn’t told Ben. She wasn’t sure how. She worried he’d mock her for going soft. It wasn’t the first time she’d grown attached to a regular. It just surprised her that it happened again. She had thought that after Ashok, she’d learned her lesson.
The buzzer rang and Peter’s face came into view. Without being prompted, he gave a half-smile and a bit of a wave. She buzzed him in and paced until the knock on the door came. She counted to ten before she opened it.
They conducted the usual business. By the time she’d clicked off her mobile, he’d gathered up the things for his shower.
“You don’t have to answer, but who do you call?”
"It’s fine. My security. Let him know I’m safe and all. Then I call after to tell him how it went."
“You don’t…?” Belle thought she saw the beginnings of a blush.
“Don’t what?” she prompted.
“Go into detail. Say exactly what happened?”
“OH! No! No, no, no, no, no.”
“So that’s a no then?”
“Yes, that’s a firm no. Trust me. I really would not tell him.”
“I must admit, I’m somewhat pleased you look after yourself. I believe I’d be put out if we couldn’t have our weekly meetings.”
“You know what? I think I would be too.” The both realised the implications of what had been said and the awkwardness washed over them. “Anyways, do you want to…?”
“Yeah.” Peter had continued to sing in the shower. Belle had taken to listening to him though the door. He had quite the repertoire and Belle never knew what to expect. Today was Motown. She was certain he didn’t know as she’d run when the water turned off.
She had his drink ready when he emerged. She liked the fact that, even after a shower, he still looked unkempt. It made her mind wander to just how rumpled he’d look in the morning. The thought was entirely pleasant, and that petrified her. He was a client. They had a business arrangement. One that was successful and enjoyable from both sides. That was it. She knew better than to think that way. She had no desire to think that way. At least she thought so. She was very happy with her life. Change wasn’t especially welcome.
Peter took the glass and sat on the end of the bed. He toasted silent thanks as Belle made her way to him. She knelt down and pushed his knees apart. Once she’d settled between them, she opened the towel. One of her selling points was that she did OWO, oral without a condom. She, of course, reserved the right to do it at her discretion though. This was one of those times. Peter hissed as her mouth first touched him and groaned as she took him completely. He gripped his glass with one hand and ran his fingers through her hair with another. He attempted to be as gentlemanly as possible but lust won out at points his hips bucked up as his grip on her head got tight. With a final moan he fell back onto the mattress. Belle grabbed his glass, downed the rest of his whisky and smiled at him.
He raised his head enough to look at her. “Christ, but you should consider doing that professionally.”
“Thought about it.”
“Undress for me.”
“Is that something you like, then?”
He scooted up so he was fully on the bed and propped himself up on his elbows. “I’m a warm-blooded male, Belle. Of course I like that. But mostly right now I just want to touch you.”
“Well then!” She kicked off her shoes and gave him a show before lying down next to him. They moved to face one another as he started to trace over her.
“You are very beautiful. But I’m sure you know that already.”
“I see flaws, just like everyone else does when I look in the mirror.”
“What could they possibly be?” he asked incredulously.
“My breasts.” He carefully cupped one and left his thumb to make lazy circles around the nipple.
“What of them?”
“They’re too small.” His mouth replaced his hand and she arched into him. “I’ve thought about having them done.”
He pulled away, an offended look in his face. “Don’t you dare.”
“I’d get more business.”
“The type of client you’d get from that doesn’t deserve you.”
“I thought all men like big breasts.”
“Men like breasts. Period. Only the shallow ones require them to be artificial. Business can’t be that bad.”
“It’s not. Just something I’ve pondered. Although, with them this size, a bra is always optional.”
“There you go. Much sexier that way. Options. Like a surprise party. You don’t know what you’ll get.” He’d gone back to drawing figures with his fingers.
“So, what do you like, dressing up-wise? You’ve never really said.”
“I’m not that picky actually. I’ve quite liked every thing you’ve shown me so far. If I had to chose, well, I like almost all of it. The matching bra and knickers. The unmatched ones. That corset from last week was fantastic. Not fond of the one piece get-ups. Too much work. Undergarments that have no functionality, like the bras with holes where they should cover the nipples. I even saw one once that was just the underwire and two dots. Why bother then? Crotchless panties? Does that not defeat the whole purpose of wearing them to begin with? That being said, I do like the ones that tie on the side. It’s like opening a present. Though I suppose that’s more popular in swimwear. Suspenders and stockings are good some of the time but not always. I’m not fond of leather or rubber underthings. I like the traditional lace, cotton, satin, and silk. Speaking of silk, I like those short nightie things.”
“Chemises?”
“Could be. The tiny ones. Usually come with matching knickers.”
“Babydolls.”
“Yes. But no stockings with those. A bare leg is much more of a turn on in that situation. I’m sure there’s more but I’ve covered quite the spectrum there.”
“You know, if there’s anything you’d like me to wear, you just have to ask. It’s all part of the service.”
“I’ll keep that in mind. Usually I’m just happy to be here.”
“Hmm.” During the entire conversation, Peter’s wonderful hands continued to map Belle’s body. She was more than ready to move on with the proceedings. With a quick glance down, she saw he was too. “Speaking of the services…” She shoved him so he was lying flat and straddled his hips. “Pull open that drawer.” She pointed to her side table and he obeyed. She leaned forward, making sure to let as much of her body to brush over his and plucked a packet from her stash.
“I’m curious but not to know how much you spend on those in a year.”
“I buy in bulk.”
With that, all conversation ceased. He gripped her hips as she rode him hard.
While she scoffed at other girls’ no kissing rule, she had a strict ‘no coming’ one. She refused to share something so personal with someone who didn’t know the real her. Hannah. She was, however, a champion faker and most of her clients walked away believing they had truly rocked her world. But now she felt herself slipping. This man got to her and before she could stop herself, she went over and he soon followed.
After a couple of minutes of heavy breathing, Belle climbed off him and rested her head on Peter’s shoulder. One of his hands idly stroked her back. It was possibly the most delightful thing she’d ever felt. She had an inkling that may have been because of her developing fetish with his hands as no one else who had done that made her feel like that.
Peter checked his watch. “It is, unfortunately, that time again.” He kept stroking.
Belle lifted her head to look at him. “It doesn’t have to be. I mean, not tonight, but maybe sometime you could stay the whole night.”
“You do that?”
“Yeah, I do that.”
“How much would that cost me?”
“We can negotiate.”
He rose out of the bed and started pulling on his clothes. “It’s something I’ll have to think about. But no matter what, I’ll be here next week.”
She got to her knees and shuffled over to him. “You better.”
While he slipped on his jacket, he kissed her soundly. When he pulled away, he smiled at her. “I’m not sure I could survive a whole night with you.”
“Well, you’ll never know until you try and I promise to be gentle.”
“Not too gentle I hope.”
“Your wish is my command.” She wrapped the sheet around herself and walked him to the door. “Next week.” She punctuated it with another kiss.
“Next week.” He caressed her shoulder before shutting the door behind him.
A Blackpool/Secret Diary of a Call Girl crossover with just a hint of Keen Eddie
Rating: M
Paring: Peter Carlisle/Belle De Jour
Spoilers: All of Blackpool and S1 of Secret Diary of a Call Girl
Summary: Peter Carlisle has needs. Belle De Jour is in the business of fulfilling those needs. It's a simple arrangement. Right?
Chapter Summary: Preferences in lingerie are stated and a proposition is made.
Previous chapters can be found here.
AN:
swankkat and kalleah made this whole thing better.Belle checked her hair and make-up. Again. She debated changing. Again.
It was almost time for her weekly time with Peter. He had been a regular for two months now. After three weeks, her usual business-like shell had given way to an almost overwhelming need to please him.
She prided herself on figuring out what men wanted and expected of her quickly. She couldn’t crack him though. He always seemed to enjoy whatever she tried but nothing made him lose that last bit of control. That bothered and intrigued her to no end. Still, he kept coming back, so she must have been doing something right. The obvious thing would be to just ask him but that would take all the fun out of it.
She hadn’t told Ben. She wasn’t sure how. She worried he’d mock her for going soft. It wasn’t the first time she’d grown attached to a regular. It just surprised her that it happened again. She had thought that after Ashok, she’d learned her lesson.
The buzzer rang and Peter’s face came into view. Without being prompted, he gave a half-smile and a bit of a wave. She buzzed him in and paced until the knock on the door came. She counted to ten before she opened it.
They conducted the usual business. By the time she’d clicked off her mobile, he’d gathered up the things for his shower.
“You don’t have to answer, but who do you call?”
"It’s fine. My security. Let him know I’m safe and all. Then I call after to tell him how it went."
“You don’t…?” Belle thought she saw the beginnings of a blush.
“Don’t what?” she prompted.
“Go into detail. Say exactly what happened?”
“OH! No! No, no, no, no, no.”
“So that’s a no then?”
“Yes, that’s a firm no. Trust me. I really would not tell him.”
“I must admit, I’m somewhat pleased you look after yourself. I believe I’d be put out if we couldn’t have our weekly meetings.”
“You know what? I think I would be too.” The both realised the implications of what had been said and the awkwardness washed over them. “Anyways, do you want to…?”
“Yeah.” Peter had continued to sing in the shower. Belle had taken to listening to him though the door. He had quite the repertoire and Belle never knew what to expect. Today was Motown. She was certain he didn’t know as she’d run when the water turned off.
She had his drink ready when he emerged. She liked the fact that, even after a shower, he still looked unkempt. It made her mind wander to just how rumpled he’d look in the morning. The thought was entirely pleasant, and that petrified her. He was a client. They had a business arrangement. One that was successful and enjoyable from both sides. That was it. She knew better than to think that way. She had no desire to think that way. At least she thought so. She was very happy with her life. Change wasn’t especially welcome.
Peter took the glass and sat on the end of the bed. He toasted silent thanks as Belle made her way to him. She knelt down and pushed his knees apart. Once she’d settled between them, she opened the towel. One of her selling points was that she did OWO, oral without a condom. She, of course, reserved the right to do it at her discretion though. This was one of those times. Peter hissed as her mouth first touched him and groaned as she took him completely. He gripped his glass with one hand and ran his fingers through her hair with another. He attempted to be as gentlemanly as possible but lust won out at points his hips bucked up as his grip on her head got tight. With a final moan he fell back onto the mattress. Belle grabbed his glass, downed the rest of his whisky and smiled at him.
He raised his head enough to look at her. “Christ, but you should consider doing that professionally.”
“Thought about it.”
“Undress for me.”
“Is that something you like, then?”
He scooted up so he was fully on the bed and propped himself up on his elbows. “I’m a warm-blooded male, Belle. Of course I like that. But mostly right now I just want to touch you.”
“Well then!” She kicked off her shoes and gave him a show before lying down next to him. They moved to face one another as he started to trace over her.
“You are very beautiful. But I’m sure you know that already.”
“I see flaws, just like everyone else does when I look in the mirror.”
“What could they possibly be?” he asked incredulously.
“My breasts.” He carefully cupped one and left his thumb to make lazy circles around the nipple.
“What of them?”
“They’re too small.” His mouth replaced his hand and she arched into him. “I’ve thought about having them done.”
He pulled away, an offended look in his face. “Don’t you dare.”
“I’d get more business.”
“The type of client you’d get from that doesn’t deserve you.”
“I thought all men like big breasts.”
“Men like breasts. Period. Only the shallow ones require them to be artificial. Business can’t be that bad.”
“It’s not. Just something I’ve pondered. Although, with them this size, a bra is always optional.”
“There you go. Much sexier that way. Options. Like a surprise party. You don’t know what you’ll get.” He’d gone back to drawing figures with his fingers.
“So, what do you like, dressing up-wise? You’ve never really said.”
“I’m not that picky actually. I’ve quite liked every thing you’ve shown me so far. If I had to chose, well, I like almost all of it. The matching bra and knickers. The unmatched ones. That corset from last week was fantastic. Not fond of the one piece get-ups. Too much work. Undergarments that have no functionality, like the bras with holes where they should cover the nipples. I even saw one once that was just the underwire and two dots. Why bother then? Crotchless panties? Does that not defeat the whole purpose of wearing them to begin with? That being said, I do like the ones that tie on the side. It’s like opening a present. Though I suppose that’s more popular in swimwear. Suspenders and stockings are good some of the time but not always. I’m not fond of leather or rubber underthings. I like the traditional lace, cotton, satin, and silk. Speaking of silk, I like those short nightie things.”
“Chemises?”
“Could be. The tiny ones. Usually come with matching knickers.”
“Babydolls.”
“Yes. But no stockings with those. A bare leg is much more of a turn on in that situation. I’m sure there’s more but I’ve covered quite the spectrum there.”
“You know, if there’s anything you’d like me to wear, you just have to ask. It’s all part of the service.”
“I’ll keep that in mind. Usually I’m just happy to be here.”
“Hmm.” During the entire conversation, Peter’s wonderful hands continued to map Belle’s body. She was more than ready to move on with the proceedings. With a quick glance down, she saw he was too. “Speaking of the services…” She shoved him so he was lying flat and straddled his hips. “Pull open that drawer.” She pointed to her side table and he obeyed. She leaned forward, making sure to let as much of her body to brush over his and plucked a packet from her stash.
“I’m curious but not to know how much you spend on those in a year.”
“I buy in bulk.”
With that, all conversation ceased. He gripped her hips as she rode him hard.
While she scoffed at other girls’ no kissing rule, she had a strict ‘no coming’ one. She refused to share something so personal with someone who didn’t know the real her. Hannah. She was, however, a champion faker and most of her clients walked away believing they had truly rocked her world. But now she felt herself slipping. This man got to her and before she could stop herself, she went over and he soon followed.
After a couple of minutes of heavy breathing, Belle climbed off him and rested her head on Peter’s shoulder. One of his hands idly stroked her back. It was possibly the most delightful thing she’d ever felt. She had an inkling that may have been because of her developing fetish with his hands as no one else who had done that made her feel like that.
Peter checked his watch. “It is, unfortunately, that time again.” He kept stroking.
Belle lifted her head to look at him. “It doesn’t have to be. I mean, not tonight, but maybe sometime you could stay the whole night.”
“You do that?”
“Yeah, I do that.”
“How much would that cost me?”
“We can negotiate.”
He rose out of the bed and started pulling on his clothes. “It’s something I’ll have to think about. But no matter what, I’ll be here next week.”
She got to her knees and shuffled over to him. “You better.”
While he slipped on his jacket, he kissed her soundly. When he pulled away, he smiled at her. “I’m not sure I could survive a whole night with you.”
“Well, you’ll never know until you try and I promise to be gentle.”
“Not too gentle I hope.”
“Your wish is my command.” She wrapped the sheet around herself and walked him to the door. “Next week.” She punctuated it with another kiss.
“Next week.” He caressed her shoulder before shutting the door behind him.
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Date: 2008-09-13 03:30 pm (UTC)Looking forward to the next installment
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Date: 2008-09-13 04:33 pm (UTC)I hope you continue to think that as you keep reading (next part goes up Tuesday).
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Date: 2008-09-13 03:41 pm (UTC)Lovely!
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Date: 2008-09-13 04:34 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2008-09-13 04:10 pm (UTC)That being said, just picturing the two of them together is beyond hot. Belle better be careful though, She's getting a bit too emotionally involved.
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Date: 2008-09-13 04:35 pm (UTC)That being said, just picturing the two of them together is beyond hot.
I thought they would be too. I mean the two
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Date: 2008-09-13 04:40 pm (UTC)And the next part goes up on Tuesday.
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Date: 2008-09-13 04:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-13 04:42 pm (UTC)These first few chapters were written all the way back in January/February. I'm thinking my betas have connections they aren't telling me about.
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Date: 2008-09-13 05:23 pm (UTC)cant wait for part 3.
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Date: 2008-09-13 07:29 pm (UTC)I mean, if I weren't likely heading there already?
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Date: 2008-09-13 07:32 pm (UTC)But I found the idea of Belle and Peter really intriguing and weirdly believable, and I have to say that I'm really enjoying it. Keep it up!
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Date: 2008-09-14 03:56 am (UTC)Great job and can't wait for the next chapter! :D
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Date: 2008-10-13 12:46 am (UTC)“Christ, but you should consider doing that professionally.”
Still makes me laugh.
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Date: 2008-10-13 02:03 pm (UTC)And I believe Peter would comment on a job well done. Belle...is really good at her job.