Bella Belle
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Family Guy. All credits go to Seth Macfarlane.
Song Title: "Bella Belle" by The Electric Swing Circus
Songs Used: "Mein Herr" from the OST of Cabaret by Liza Minnelli.
Chapter 1: "Mein Herr"
Glitzy New York City and what a city it truly was. Reading about such a place never does it justice; if you yearn for the city life and the city lights, NYC is the place to go, the place to be. Being the well-renowned playwright of A Passing Fancy, Brian Griffin was able to afford such luxury. The streets were his territory and everyone knew him. He strolled down the city, one hand tucked in his trouser pocket with his white blouse partially unbuttoned and a blazer just hanging off his shoulder. Nothing could be better than this kind of life. The wealth, the reputation, the power, the women. Mr. Griffin could have any woman he wanted and he often did get whatever he wanted, but despite the companionship of the girls he had at his side, he began to grow tired of the mundane and began to crave something much more.
Whenever he needed a little 'pick-me-up,' he would go to a place that only the most influential knew about. Of course you had to pay a handsome sum of money to get into the joint, but Brian never had to worry about the green devil. He had more than enough to keep up with his way of life and the cash just kept coming in. People often wondered when he'd write another play and he himself was beginning to wonder if he should pick up the old pen and paper. As of late, he hadn't had much inspiration to write, however and his current play was still running shows, so what was the point in stressing himself out when he could just enjoy himself? He snickered and finally made it to his destination.
He lightly tapped on the door and took off his shades. From there, he tucked them into his shirt collar, hearing the door unlock and then open. The same guard was still there, a butch of a man who probably took his job a little too seriously. He always wore a scorn on his face, but never said a word. He simply held out his hand, ready to take payment. Brian happily obliged and handed the guard a wad of cash. "Pleasure doing business, good sir," he would say and allowed himself entry.
When you first enter this place, you have to walk a little ways down a hallway. The outside of the building looks like nothing more than a typical apartment complex, but inside is where the glam truly resides. The hallway is dark except for the illuminated electric candles to sort of guide you. The walls are a dark, but brilliant burgundy fabric with intricate designs that Brian correlated with Asian taste. Though the fabric itself was most likely a knock-off. The dog couldn't help but slightly grimace at the thought. This place obviously made the dough; you would think they would put more money towards redecorating.
Still...that wasn't what Brian and many men came here for. No, they came here for the talent.
Brian was at the end of the hallway and there before him was a curtain that he pushed aside. Immediately, his heart began to swim and sing. The room in question was vast with a stage designated for performers and accompanied with a bar along with an old record player that only the bartender could operate; no one was allowed to touch the record player. The room was always dark, but that gave it a romantic air to it. Brian could already make out a few people he recognized, but he didn't feel like mingling. Instead he opted to go to the bar and order himself a dry martini.
"Hey, Brian!" The bartender smiled big towards the mutt. Brian smiled back and lightly tilted his fedora in kind gesture.
"What'll it be?"
"The usual."
The bartender quickly went to work and reached to grab the gin and a shaker. "I haven't seen you in a while, Brian. How's the old play doin'?"
Brian chuckled and leaned his arms at the bar table, finally making genuine conversation. "The play is as much of a hit as it's always been. Things are really starting to turn around for me."
The bartender smiled gingerly and nodded. "That's good to hear. So I suppose you're wondering what's been goin' on here?"
"Yeah, actually. Has anything new happened since I was last here?"
The bartender handed Brian his drink and leaned the palms of his hands against the bar counter, suddenly smirking. "Well, we did get a new recruit." The dog's eyes looked up from the rim of his martini glass in curiosity. He too couldn't help but return the smile. "Oh?" He inquired. The bartender nodded once more and whistled low. "She's a real pretty thing."
"Oh yeah? What does she look like?"
"Well, she's going to be performin' soon, so you'll see for yourself, but she's definitely your type."
Brian grinned. He liked the sound of that. Even though he was on the hunt for a female companion he could one day marry, there was no sense in putting a stop to his other hobby. Besides, it was all in good business. The money the girls made did go to a good cause, after all. Brian took another sip of his martini before loosening his tie a little more until it came undone completely and was simply lying limp in the curve of the his collar.
That was when the lights began to dim and the men who had been waiting in anticipation began to howl in pure joy. What money could buy...was truly a remarkable thing, indeed. Brian turned on his stool, his glass in hand. The room turned pitch black, only the soft lights from candles gave the impression that someone was walking on the stage. The room was quiet and the bartender began to fiddle lightly with the old record player, putting in a disc.
Suddenly the room was engulfed with the sound of old timey music and the lights on the stage began to burn bright. Who was there on the stage took Brian's breath away. The very essence of that palpable, luscious body made every man grow quiet, but their mouths were agape. These men were hungry.
The figure on stage was straddling a chair, arms simply hung over the back. She was visibly smirking as if she were taunting the men watching her, ogling at her, and wanting her. She then began to sing. "You have to understand the way I am...mein herr." Oh...that voice. That posh...delicate and elegant voice filled the room in pure and stifling ecstacy.
"A tiger is a tiger, not a lamb...mein herr." The woman traced a hand through her locks of blond hair, beginning to move and glide on the chair as her only prop. The men towards the front of the stage were painstakingly inching closer, one actually being more daring than the others as he tried to reach for this gorgeous woman. She grinned at the sight and used her high heeled shoe to push the man away by his chest.
"You'll never turn the vinegar to jam, mein herr. So I do, what I do. When I'm through, then I'm through and I'm through...tootle-loo." The very figure of sex itself began to use her chair more provocatively, earning her a few whistles from the men below. Obviously she knew what she was doing and she began to give these greedy men what they wanted to see. Though she didn't remove any of her clothing, she used her body as she wished to, proving to be flexible and very light much like a cat.
"Bye...bye, mein...liber herr. Farewell mein lieber herr. It was a fine affair, but now it's over and though I used to care, I need the open air...you're better off without me, mein herr. Don't dab your eye, mein herr or wonder why mein herr. I've always said that I was a rover. You mustn't knit your brow, you should have known by now you've every cause to doubt me, mein herr."
She began to stand a bit on her chair, using a leg to balance herself while her hands gripped the handles and she leaned over, pursing her ruby, red lips in a mocking fashion. Brian watched, his eyes wide and his mind betraying him while he envisioned many sexual positions he'd love to see her in. This delicate woman underneath him while that pretty and vulgar mouth screamed in pleasure. He could feel himself growing excited and he found himself panting.
"The continent of Europe is wide, mein herr. Not only up and down, but side-by-side, mein herr. I couldn't ever cross it if I tried, mein herr."
She stood up straight, showing off her features to the men while the room grew hotter as she continued to sing and taunt her body in such a way. God himself would find he wouldn't be able to resist her.
"But I do...what I can. Inch by inch...step by step...mile by mile...man...by man."
She traced her fingers over her chest, tips scarcely touching skin as her long blond locks cascaded over one side of her face, giving her a mystery appeal. Yet her body shinned brilliantly in the skin tight, diamond sequinned dress. The men began to roar a little louder, clapping enthusiastically while she performed. For some reason, it made Brian angry that he wasn't the center of this woman's affections, so he hopped off the stool and made his way over to the stage and took a seat at a table where he got a good look at this woman. Up close, her face was so childlike...porcelain, fair skin with rosy, red cheeks and plump lips made for kissing, made for fucking. Brian took a deep breath and watched, captivated...entranced by this siren.
"Bye...bye mein...lieber herr. Farewell mein lieber herr. It was a fine affair, but now it's over and though I used to care, I need the open air. You're better off without me, mein herr." She then stood off her chair, the music beginning to grow louder and more upbeat as she swayed her hips and ass freely. She used the stage to her advantage by gripping whatever she could find, she held onto the curtain, a leg wrapped around the tassles and she moved with a grace much like a ballerina. "Don't dad your eye, mein herr or wonder why mein herr. I've always said that I was a rover."
She then stood at the forefront of the stage, her body holding authority while her voice reigned supreme. "You mustn't knit your brow, you should have known by now you've every cause to doubt me, mein herr."
"Bye bye, mein lieber herr.
Auf wiedersehen, mein herr.
Es war sehr gut, mein err, und vorbei.
Du kennst mich wohl, mein herr.
Ach, lebe wohl, mein herr.
Du sollst mich nie mehr sehen mein herr."
She sang brilliantly, Brian was astounded and he found himself practically in love.
"Bye bye, mein liber herr…
und vorbei.
Mein herr….and bye bye!"
From there, she went back to her chair and grabbed the back, using it to balance her body while she hung on and lowered herself practically to the stage floor, but before she could meet the floor, she quickly gained her momentum and pulled herself back up. The men roared in applause, clapping and howling while she swayed and used the chair for her sexual purposes. Of course even a performer such as herself got bored with the only prop at her disposal. She began to scan the crowd of men, smiling at each one while she approached the end of the stage. These grown men were toppling towards her, reaching for her while she used that to her advantage. She made eye contact with Brian at that moment and suddenly smiled warmly, coyly...while these men were piling on top of each other, some trying to make a grab for this woman...she used their bodies to hop off the stage and practically waltz to Brian.
"Bye bye, liber mein herr...it was a fine affair, but now it's over and though I used to care, I need the open air. You're better on without me, you'll get on without me."
As she began to end on her final note, she reached to grab Brian by his shirt collar and pull him towards her. Her lips dangerously close to his own. The woman's smile grew and she leaned a little closer, pressing a sweet and firm kiss on Brian's mouth and just as it had started, it was over and the woman was walking back to the stage.
"Mein…" she got back on the stage, went to her chair...and sat down firmly, legs spread on each side "...herr!" And then the music and the stage lights abruptly went off.
Brain's breath hitched and he sat frozen in his chair, his paw quivering. He could barely make out the other men in the room clapping loudly and roaring for this woman who had used the opportunity to disappear from the stage while the lights were off.
"Holy...shit. Whoever that woman was...I want her."
He touched his lips, now tasting a small amount of blood. "Fuck...she bit me." He whispered to himself. This made him smile devilishly. This woman was no ordinary woman...no, this woman was definitely something not of this earth. He replayed the moment their lips connected in his mind over and over. Each time, making him grow feral. He wanted her, he wanted to have her.
He quickly gathered himself and went to the bar where he addressed the bartender in a cool fashion, straightening out his blouse. "You really know how to get the women." He simply said, grinning while a glint of fire arose in his eyes.
The bartender laughed and grabbed his usual rag to wipe down the bar counter. "She's a gem. Are you interested?"
"You don't even need to ask. Does she normally perform or is it only on certain days?"
"Hm…" the man reached out to take Brian's empty martini glass, thinking carefully. "Well, she...is a special case. We know her potential, but she only performs for certain crowds. This is why I'm so glad you're here, Brian. She likes your kind of demeanour. She seems to enjoy performing for the kind of people who aren't entirely afraid of taking...well...taking things from her. Perhaps you could motivate her to not be so picky."
Brian's smile just grew and he cleared his throat, laughing soon after.
"Well, I'd hate to disappoint her."
The bartender grinned and didn't say much else until he watched Brian begin to head towards the back where the girls usually stayed.
"Oh...and Brian!"
The dog stopped and looked over his shoulder.
"When things begin to get a little steamed up, don't be surprised for what you're in for."
The mutt arched an eyebrow before he shrugged and made his way to the back. Pulling aside the curtain that led to a hallway that extended out to the girls individual rooms, Brian smiled sweetly and used this moment to make sure he looked presentable. After all...this woman seemed to adore class and if that's what she liked, then that's what she would get. Nothing but the very best for Bella.