Bel Ami: The Orgy Scene!!!

It’s the Folies Bel Ami Friday again y’all! This time it’s The Orgy from The Fourgy! Our own tby789 has written the Bel Ami orgy scene! Okay, okay, so it’s not the *official* orgy scene that has been making headlines, but once news broke about a supposed orgy with Robert Pattinson‘s character we had to do this! Two weeks were spent spanking Miss tby789 into submission! After begging and pleading with her, she finally wrote the orgy scene for you all to have a little something to revisit over the next few months! Get your ShamWow’s handy ladies! No one does smut better than tby789!

Let’s play slip and slide on our plastic chair protectors after the jump!

The Orgy

The sound of music filters out into the summer night.

He enters the Gavotte, nodding absently to the man at the door. Pausing, his eyes fall to the filigreed mask he carries. He considers it for a moment, his thumb brushing along the strange golden face that looks back at him, before slipping it over his head and stepping inside.

The music is louder now, it resonates off the rough stucco walls, rowdy and unavoidable in the cramped space. He steps to the bar and orders a drink, his fingers clinging to the gold coin in his palm, before placing it on the worn wood.

A sugar cube is set atop an ornate slotted spoon, it’s edge perched along the rim of a hazy glass. He watches in odd fascination; the way the cold water cuts through the granules, as each individual drip carves a milky swathe through the peridot absinthe below.

There’s a stage to his left filled with painted ladies; their dresses leaving little to the imaginations of the men in suits and top hats who watch them.

He lifts his glass and drinks. The liquid is cool, yet burns his throat as he swallows. His gaze lifts to the large boxes that rise above the room. The wealthier patrons – their pockets overflowing with coins – sit and look down on the show from a distance. He looks through narrowed eyes to a man in a jeweled mask. The man’s head falls back and though he cannot see his face, he notices the way his body tenses.

A blonde head comes into view momentarily and disappears. He sees the man’s hands twist in her golden hair as she continues to demonstrate her talents before him.

In the corner is a couple kissing. She is pressed firmly against the wall as his hands roam her body. The curve of her breast is visible, like cream and rose petals. Sure hands continue to unlace her bodice and his mouth covers her, their lustful cries lost beneath the sounds of the boisterous crowd.

It is the same everywhere he looks – cloistered couples devouring each other, skin and mouths, hips rocking secretively.

He sees her near the stage, familiar red hair flaming beneath her feathered mask. He beckons to her and she tilts her head, motioning him to follow.

They move behind the faded red of a velvet curtain. He tastes and takes until he is sated in this darkened corner, the sound of voices and sin and the Gavotte all around him.

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