Chapter Fifty-Nine - A Wild Performance & On to Saint-Tropez

Celeste had been an entertainer before she was discovered as a model, and Antoine had plenty of experience performing, normally in front of cameras filming him. However, he would sometimes hit certain adult clubs around the country, to put on a show and promote the movies he performed in. Le Carré Blanc was one of those places that he had put on a striptease, a few times during the film festival, and he ended up spending the night with some famous actresses more than once. The music started, Antoine emerged on stage, already stripped down to boxer shorts and a t-shirt, then Celeste joined him wearing her undergarments. I could tell this was going to be good.

Leaping to grasp the pole, Celeste swung herself around to circle around it, ending up on her knees at Antoine's bulging crotch. Even the security guy at the front door stepped inside to watch this show. Celeste bit down on one side of Antoine's boxer shorts to pull them down, then she used the waistband to sling shot them into the audience. Antoine grabbed her head, before beginning to thrust his hips toward it, making it look like he was face fucking her. The both began to tease peeks as they undulated to the music, Celeste showing her nipples while she worked her lingerie bra, and Antoine ripped his shirt off so he could toss it out to the crowd.

Anyone who was at the back of the club had moved closer to the stage, with the owner sitting front and center, sporting a huge grin on his face. It had been a couple of years since Antoine had been here and performed, and it was always good for business. Even a couple of the dancer employees took some of the money they had collected, to tuck inside Antoine's underwear, and he let them brush their fingers along his huge cock under the fabric. Antoine's cock was beginning to get hard now, the multiple pairs of underwear tenting out, so his balls and base of his shaft were visible, creating a large arc that looked like it was ready to burst out.

Tugging downward on the outer pair of underwear, Celeste stretched it outward, making serpentine movements with her sexy body, centered on his stiffening cock. Once that was off, there was only a hardly nothing thong, leaving nothing to the imagination, and all eyes were on Antoine's enormous rod, appearing like it was ready to tear through them. The security guy and owner did a visual sweep, making sure no one had any cellphones out, which were forbidden anyway, with a nod to Antoine to let him know it was safe. Celeste leaned against the pole, bending all the way over so she could rub her ass and pussy against Antoine's hard cock, driving the crowd wild.

Laws were fairly strict about gentleman's clubs, full nudity, or sexual contact, but this was Antoine and Celeste, and it seemed like they might just go for it. The owner motioned to the security guy, who locked the front door, just in time for Antoine's python to tear through the thin fabric of his thong bikini, and audible gasps could be heard above the blaring music. Celeste wanted it, so did the audience, who began to cheer them on. Antoine looked at Marshall and the owner, who both were grinning, and he tugged aside Celeste's underwear, to plunge his massive fuck pole into Celeste's already soaking wet pussy, and the crowd erupted with cheers and whistles.

Antoine was fucking Celeste on stage, while everyone struggled to get a better look, especially the dancers. Antoine fucked Celeste's pussy hard and deep, slapping her on the ass, but he wasn't going all the way in. He pulled out, took aim at her ass, everyone cheering them on, and he shoved it in, almost knocking Celeste over. Now he was sodomizing her live on stage, which could get the club closed down if the authorities found out, but no one was complaining about this incredible performance that their eyes were glued to. The owner was speechless, mouth open as he stared at what was going on, because Antoine had never done anything like this before.

The song ended, Celeste and Antoine took a bow, with Antoine's cock sticking straight out, and one of the dancers ran up to give it a quick suck. She couldn't resist it, and everyone was so hot and horny now. Marie was letting Bill and Richard fondle her through her clothing, one of them slipping a hand into her underwear to slip in a few fingers. Others were making out, and even some of the dancers were kissing patrons. This definitely heated up the place, knocking could be heard from the front door, so Antoine quickly slipped back into his clothing, as did Celeste, and the front door opened up with a small crowd of people waiting to get inside.

Whoever was there got a very unique show, I was giggling at how some people were responding afterward, and the owner came over to our table to thank Antoine and Celeste. He apparently told them, in French, that he didn't care if his club got shut down, after such an incredible show. This was a very interesting way to begin our late evening in Cannes, but it seemed that everyone had a whole lot of fun. Guys were clamoring to get drinks for the girls, so turned on by the show, that if took the owner to pry one of the dancers away for her turn on stage, but that was an impossible act to follow.

Not knowing if anyone there might send out word about what had taken place, it was probably a good idea for our group to leave soon, before any authorities arrived. The owner escorted us through the place, so we could exit out the back door, into an alley, and Marshall asked our driver to pull around back to pick us up in the Transit. Now it was time to go to one of Marshall's favorite clubs in Cannes, the Palm Club, which was more of an upscale establishment that attracted an elite crowd of famous people, located out on Pointe Croisette. As soon as we got there, Marshall and Antoine were recognized, and we were all whisked in to a very nice table, while others waited.

Neither of the guys were trying to be seen, but a few people came by our table to say hello to either Antoine or Marshall, obviously for different reasons. There were also a few stars hanging out, but they had their own security detail to insulate them from any unwanted people approaching to bother them. This place was bumping with loud music, female performers in opulent costumes, with rhinestone pasties on their nipples. Yeah, this was much more upscale than the gentleman's club. One of those popular stars recognized Antoine, sending over one of their bodyguards over to invite him over, so Antoine got up with Celeste and followed the security guy.

It was a French actor that obviously had either seen some of Antoine's porn movies, or from some other promotional event around the Côte d'Azur region that Antoine had done. Antoine introduced Celeste, who was quite familiar with the actor, and he delicately kissed her hand after the introduction. Chatting for a moment, it turned out that the actor had attended one of the orgies Antoine had hosted at his home in Marseille, after meeting at the international Festival de Cannes one year. Antoine was performing at Le Carré Blanc to promote his latest porn flick, with a bevy of beauties going with him everywhere around town, which initially attracted his attention at the time.

The two of them laughed and reminisced, then the guy realized it might be inappropriate to talk about that with Celeste present, and she laughed, saying she loved to fuck and play around just as much as Antoine. Celeste leaned forward, telling the actor she would even fuck him, if he wanted to, with a couple of other women seated on either side. They acted offended at her advance, but the actor, Antoine and Celeste all grinned. Antoine said they were cruising along the Côte d'Azur in his dear friend's superyacht, looking and pointing toward Marshall and the rest of us seated together, adding we'd already been in Monte Carlo and Nice before arriving here.

More than slightly intrigued, the actor asked about the yacht, and Celeste proceeded to gush about it being fifty meters long, listing off the amenities, and Antoine added the tender was a Frauscher-Porsche Fantom Air 850. Now the actor wanted to meet Marshall, asking Antoine if there was a chance he could maybe visit the yacht and see this fast tender, so Antoine motioned for Marshall to come over. Marshall and I got up and walked over, Antoine introduced us, he kissed my hand and shook Marshall's, and began to ask Marshall questions in French. Antoine said Marshall's French was limited, so the actor asked again in English, if it was possible for him to see the yacht.

Always willing to share what he had earned, Marshall graciously offered for us to go there after we were done at the club, and the response was that the yacht sounded more interesting than it was here. We had only been there at the club for less than thirty minutes, and it looked like we would be heading back to the yacht soon. Marshall said he wanted to spend a little more time here before they returned, because we were heading off for Saint-Tropez tomorrow. It was only a half hour in the yacht, but an hour and a half driving, and Marshall said he could meet us there if tonight didn't work for him, or maybe on another trip.

Marshall didn't like to brag about his accomplishments and assets, but Antoine was more the willing, telling the actor about his private jet, the estate in California, the home on the beach in Marseille, along with more expansive homes in Hawaii and Fiji, which is where they were all headed in a few days. Now the actor was motivated even more to know more about Marshall, asking if he could meet the rest of our group. Leaving the girls at his table, the actor was escorted by one of his bodyguards, with guests trying to meet him and he rebuffed.

Antoine introduced Marie, who definitely knew who the actor was, and she blushed when he kissed her hand. Then Antoine introduced Bill and Richard, shaking their hands, and a waiter brought over a chair for the actor to join us. We all sat there enjoying our drinks, while Marie appeared totally starstruck, not able to keep her eyes off the actor, which he noticed. He leaned over to her, telling her in French that she was 'jeune femme absolument adorable.' Everyone could tell he was trying to pick her up, or at least doing what he could to visit the yacht tonight, if possible.

We all stayed at the Palm Club for another forty-five minutes, until we all finished our drinks while chatting, and Marshall said he was good to go, if everyone else was. No one complained, the two girls that were with the actor patiently remained at the table he had been sitting at, staring somewhat blankly at us. The actor motioned for them to come to him, so the other bodyguard and the two girls started heading over to us. Marshall said the girls were welcome to join us, if they wanted to, and we could keep the party going on the yacht. They both looked like not much more than French bimbos that were sweet eye candy, which Bill and Richard sure liked.

The girls had heard how Antoine described Marshall's yacht, with many accumulated properties and toys, and they were more than interested in going along. Marshall said we all had a Transit limo for us, asking if they could meet us at the Port Lympia, describing where we were berthed along a large dock, and Antoine added he couldn't miss it, because it was one of the largest yachts there. Marshall paid the tabs for both tables, and we left to get into the Transit, all piling in. The actor got into his ride that was parked out front, along with the girls and security detail, with one of them driving.

Followed us the short distance to the yacht, apparently the actor, girls and the security guys were impressed with Marshall's superyacht when they pulled up near it. The girls were now giddy with excitement, and the actor asked his bodyguards to stay at the vehicle, because he was more than safe on the yacht. He approached Marie, who was all smiles, offering his arm to her, and the two women went over to Bill and Richard. Everyone was paired up as we all boarded the yacht, Marshall and I leading the way, with Antoine and Celeste close behind, then Marie and the actor, followed by Bill and Richard with their new female friends.

The entire staff on the yacht recognized the actor, but they were used to seeing plenty of celebrities, and they welcomed him aboard. Jean-Pierre emerged from the galley below, hearing Marshall's voice, asking if we all wanted something to eat, and Marshall said some snacks would be nice. Míchel offered to get wine, drinks or whatever anyone wanted, while François left with Jean-Pierre to whip something up. Antoine explained in French that it was a customary for all guests to be naked while on the yacht, if they were there for pleasure, leaning over to whisper that we had the mayor of Marseille aboard for his naked wedding at sea.

I began to undress, as did Marie, so everyone began to follow suit. Marshall said anyone could use one of the rooms, if they wanted to, but everyone stripped down right there. Míchel collected all their garments, along with their drink orders, and he carefully folded or hung them nearby so they could be easily retrieved. Bill and Richard liked what they saw of these two women, who each appeared to have silicone boobs, not natural ones like Celeste, who looked better than both of them. But then, she had been a supermodel, so that was no surprise.

Once everyone had their drinks, Marshall asked if anyone wanted a quick tour, and all three guests said they did. Below the main deck were the master suite, VIP stateroom and other rooms for guests, with the galley, 'garage' and staff rooms. The actor had been on plenty of yachts before, but he and the girls were very impressed at what they were being shown, eventually getting down to the 'garage' where the 850 Fantom was located. The actor fawned over the boat, saying he had heard about how fast it was, and Antoine proceeded to tell him about all of Marshall's other vehicles he owned. Remembering the Zetros, Antoine shared about the trip to Germany and that vehicle.

It was clear the actor wanted to go out in the Fantom, but Marshall said we probably wouldn't be out on it again until we got to the ports in Saint-Tropez or Toulon. Marshall told him he was more than welcome to visit us at either of those two ports, unless he wanted to join us when we cruised there tomorrow. Seeming to be excited at the prospect, Antoine told him he could share the VIP stateroom with him, and Bill and Richard quickly offered to share their rooms with the girls. It was an easy decision for the actor, who grabbed his cellphone to call his bodyguards near his vehicle, and he told them they were done for the night, and to meet him at Port de Saint-Tropez tomorrow.

François cane down to announce that Jean-Pierre had some food ready for us on the main deck, so we began to head up. Marie was showing and explaining the e-JetCycles to the two women, who were interested in them. Once we ere up there, there was an array of delectable hors-d'œuvres. It ranged from tapenade with fresh sliced bread, pissaladière and mini quiches (which were always ready to cook up), to Blini au Saumon, Jambon Rouleaux de chèvre and oysters on the half shell. It was quite an elegant spread that everyone enjoyed, with Bill and Richard becoming more friendly with the two women, offering to show them something fun, so they left to go to a lower level.

Míchel returned to see if anyone wanted anything else, or something more to drink, with just about everyone needing a refill after dining on Jean-Pierre's yummy goodies. Antoine asked everyone if they wanted to party in the VIP stateroom, which sounded good to the actor and Celeste, and the actor asked Marie if she would join them. Her eyes lit up and she emphatically said she would love to, and Antoine asked me and Marshall if we wanted to join them. Marshall and I looked at each other, and decided we were going to have our own fun in the master suite, but we might join them later on.

Everyone went down to the next deck down, retreating to the respective staterooms for some exciting fun. I wasn't so much into the silicone boobs of the bimbos, but they were cute, and I hoped that Bill and Richard were having fun with them somewhere on the yacht. I knew Marie would have lots of fun with Celeste, Antoine and the actor, and I knew Marshall and I were going to enjoy ourselves, starting off in the whirlpool tub to relax. I started filling it up, bent over to feel the water temperature, when I felt Marshall's hands on my hips, his thumbs pulling apart my butt cheeks, so he could lick and probe me with his tongue. I pushed myself back into his face.

As the tub filled, I begged Marshall to fuck me, because I had been so turned on all night, especially after the performance Antoine and Celeste had at Le Carré Blanc. Feeling the thick head of his cock at my spit slickened opening, I pushed myself back onto it to feel the first few inches slide into me. Marshall finished the job of deep penetration by thrusting his hips forward, until he hit that inner resistance well within me. I wiggled and gyrated my hips to get him all the way in, and I gasped when my insides relented to let him shove all the way in, balls deep.

While Marshall and I were busy, Bill and Richard were busy fucking the two girls down in the 'garage' on the lower level, with Antoine fucking Celeste and the actor fucked Marie in the VIP stateroom. Everyone was having a great time, except perhaps François, whose crush and fellow staff member was being fucked by a famous French actor, and he knew would be leaving with us to live in Fiji. At least he had his fun for as long as it lasted, and Marie's life was going to become a lot different after relocating to the opposite side of the world, in a tropical climate where people spoke a language she was unfamiliar with.

I don't know how long everyone stayed up fucking their brains out, but when I awoke a little after 10:00 am, I heard and felt the whir of the engines, and the yacht was leaving the dock for Saint-Tropez already. Marshall wasn't beside me, so I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, then wandered out of the master suite to knock on the door of the VIP suite. There was no answer, so I quietly opened the door to see all four of them naked and asleep on the bed. They must have been up nearly all night, and I heard another door open, looking to see one of the girls emerging from another guest room, unsure if it was Bill's or Richard's.

She approached me and gave me the traditional French welcome of a kiss on each cheek, and I impulsively threw my arms around her to kiss her passionately, feeling her huge silicone breasts push into me. She reached down to fondle my cock, so I did the same with her pussy, then I grabbed her hand to lead her to the master suite. Neither of us spoke the other's language, but that didn't prevent us from landing in a soixante-neuf on the bed, me eating out her pussy while she sucked my cock. She did have a cute body, and her pussy tasted lovely, with a hint of remaining creampie still within her.

We were underway from Cannes to Saint-Tropez, having fun together with this woman who was more than receptive, so I began to work my fingers into her pussy with my thumb wriggling into her butt. She reciprocated by licking and probing my butt with her tongue, before beginning to work her fingers into me. Her pussy began to get so wet, lubricating my hand with her juices going down my wrist, and I really wanted to fist her cute butt. Sliding my fingers out of her twat, then locked my mouth on it so I could suck on her pussy lips, as I took long swathes with my tongue through her gash to her firm clitty. My clitty was extra stiff, too, as she worked her fingers deeper.

By the time Marshall returned, the girl and I had out hands up each other's rears, while using our mouths on the front side of each other, and he said it looked like someone couldn't wait. The girl looked over at Marshall and his huge cock, which wasn't much smaller than Antoine's, but bigger than Bill or Richard's. She seemed interested in being fucked by him, but she knew he and I had recently gotten married, like Antoine and Celeste, but I liked to share. I pulled my mouth away from her pussy to ask her something Marie taught me, "Tu veux baiser mon mari?" All I could make out of her response was 'oui,' with nothing else discernible beyond that, and she did want to fuck my husband.

Chapter 58 - Our Stops in Nice and Cannes | Chapter Sixty - Arriving in Saint-Tropez