Club Fantasy

by Joan Elizabeth Lloyd

  Jenna recognized the opening lines of a short script she’d written for Leo. He’d had a definite idea of what he wanted, but since he was unsure about how to begin she’d suggested that she write a few opening lines for him to use as a jumping-off point. She relaxed her body and lowered her head. “I’m sorry, sir,” she said, “I didn’t know. If you’ll just have one of your men set me on the right road, I’ll never bother you again.”

  “How do you happen to be out here alone?” he asked, his voice a bit steadier.

  “I was foolish,” she said, “and ran away from my caravan when my father threatened to beat me.”

  “Then no one knows where you are?”

  “No, sir,” she said, her voice soft and timid.

  She sensed his smile and the strengthening of his tone. “Then you are mine. If you please me, I might let you live.”

  “Let me live?” She sounded shocked and indignant. “I have done nothing.” She pulled at the rope that bound her wrist to the center pole of the “tent.” “Let me go.”

  “Silence!” he snapped, adjusting his stance so that his feet were spread, his hands resting on his hips.

  Jenna smiled inwardly. He had reached the end of the lines Jenna had written and now seemed more confident. She wondered what he’d choose to do with her now.

  He unfastened her wrist, then said, “Stand up and let me look at you.”

  Slowly she got to her feet, her toes digging into the layer of sand on the floor and finding the carpet beneath. He used the crook of his index finger to raise her chin. “You’re not too bad to look at,” he said, turning her face first right, then left. “I might enjoy you.”

  Her voice quavered as she slipped more deeply into the part she was playing. “Enjoy me? What are you going to do?”

  “You’re a woman with a vivid imagination. I’m sure you can think of something to convince me not to just send you out into the desert to be food for the buzzards.”

  When she remained silent, he barked, “Bare your breasts. I want to see what I’ve captured.” She deliberately didn’t move so Leo snapped, “When I tell you to do something, do it immediately! This is the last time I will tell you to do something twice. Bare your breasts!”

  With fumbling fingers she unhooked the top of her outfit and let it fall to the ground. Her shoulders remained hunched, her hair hiding her skin as she cowered before “her master.” She had covered an old beanbag chair with a length of red satin fabric and Leo now settled into it, stretching his legs in front of him. “Stand up straight!”

  Slowly she straightened her spine. It wasn’t unusual that, as they got deeper and deeper into a scenario, Jenna would lose more and more of herself to it. She actually felt trapped by this powerful desert prince.

  “Dance for me.”

  “Dance?” she said. “I don’t know how.”

  “Do you want me to tell you twice?” He slapped her lightly on her thigh. “Say, no, sir.”

  “No, sir.”

  “Good. Then dance, and you’d better please me.”

  Awkwardly at first, then with increasing confidence, she undulated her body, closing her eyes and letting her long blond hair drape over her now bare breasts. She loved the tickling of the wig-hair over her swelling nipples. Hips swiveling, shoulders rising and falling, she danced for several minutes watching Leo’s eyes as he watched her. Slowly a smile spread over his face. Feeling bold, she used her hands to lift her breasts and teasingly offer them to him, then she backed away.

  “Ah. You’ve decided to play with me, my lovely one,” he said. When she kept her silence, he continued, “Take off the rest.”

  As gracefully as she could, she removed the girdle and harem pants until she was naked. He gasped. To enhance the illusion, she’d used a temporary bleach to lighten her pubic hair. “Fabulous. Come here.”

  Now naked, she walked hesitantly toward him as he sat, his body relaxed, his expression softening. With every movement of his, she assessed his enjoyment level, trying in every way to make the fantasy as rewarding as she could. She wondered how he wanted her to play this next part. Should she be submissive or should she fight him. She was confident that he’d let her know.

  “It’s good that you don’t try to resist me,” he said. “It would be of no use. Since you have no choice, nowhere to go, I will have you.”

  When he reached out to grab her wrist, she pulled away. Often, what a man told you not to do was exactly what he most desired. “Don’t,” she said. “I did what you asked.”

  “Now I want more and you are in no position to resist. You will do as you’re told.” He leaned forward and, with a quick catlike strike, grabbed her wrists and pulled her down on top of him. His hands were all over her as she struggled to get up from her awkward position. Fingers pulled at her nipples, a palm cupped one ass cheek; then he grabbed her legs and pulled them apart until she straddled his thighs, facing him. “Sit still and don’t move,” he snarled. “Don’t move a muscle!”

  She considered fighting, then decided that she would do as she’d been told. She sat quietly with her legs splayed across his lap as his hands fondled her body. He pushed one index finger into her mouth, then took the wet tip and rubbed it over one nipple. He squeezed her buttocks and kneaded her breasts. His hands were everywhere and she held completely still as he explored.

  Finally his fingers combed through her pubic hair, finding her wetness. “Ah, you’re aroused. That’s good. You are still forbidden to move. Do you understand?”

  “Yes,” she whispered, her voice flat, appearing as if all the fight had gone out of her.

  Her found her opening and thrust one finger into her. “Not a virgin. That’s unfortunate.”

  “Please,” she said, her voice almost whining, “Don’t do that. I’m a good girl. I’ve only done it once or twice with the man who would be my husband. Please don’t.”

  His leer warmed Jenna’s heart. “As you see, I can do whatever I want and you can do nothing to stop me.” He sawed his finger in and out of her sopping channel. “You’re being a very bad girl. You’re enjoying what I’m doing.” He rubbed her clit with his thumb.

  “No. I’m not.”

  “Your body tells me different. Wet and hot. I like that. You don’t want to be aroused, but you are. By my hands.”

  “Please,” she begged, but his fingers continued to tempt and excite her. Mentally she stepped back and realized that she was enjoying the play, and enjoying his mastery of her. So far there hadn’t been any form of sex she hadn’t found arousing.

  “I love a woman who begs for me. Beg me to fuck you.”

  “No. Don’t. My betrothed will never take me back if you do that.”

  He leered again. “You won’t be going back to him, anyway. If you beg me to fuck you, I might go easy with you.”

  Jenna hesitated; then her shoulders slumped and her chin touched her chest in surrender. “Please,” she whispered.

  “Not nearly good enough. I want to hear you say it loudly. Say, please master, fuck me.”

  Still softly, she said, “Please, master, do it.”

  “Say fuck me and say it loudly.”

  At about half-voice, she said, “Please master, f-f-fuck me.”

  “Louder.”

  Finally she acquiesced, and said strongly, “Please, master, fuck me.” His fingers were still playing with her pussy and she found she really did want him to fuck her.

  He stood up so quickly that he dumped her onto the floor. Then he parted his robes to reveal his naked groin, his thick cock sticking straight out. “Make me wet first.”

  She scrambled to her knees and cradled his testicles in her hands. “Like this?” she asked, licking the tip of his erection.

  “Be a good little cock sucker and do it.”

  Jenna had become an expert at knowing exactly what strokes and licks a man wanted. She used all her tricks to please him. She held his cock in her fist as she sucked the head into her mouth. She gently squeezed his balls with t
he other hand and listened to his harsh intake of breath. She tightened her fingers one at a time, moving up and then down his cock as she drew his cock head into her mouth, then released it.

  Jenna tried to figure out where he wanted to come, in her mouth, in her hand, or in her body. Many men had told her that, since a condom was mandatory at Club Fantasy, they preferred oral sex or hand jobs. It wasn’t long before Leo grabbed her long blond hair in his hand and held her mouth against him, as his hips bucked and he bellowed his climax.

  “You ladies have created something amazing here,” Rock said, bringing Jenna back from the desert sheikdom. “I’m really impressed with your ingenuity. I love the binding pole in the tent. Have you used it yet?” His eyes were sparkling.

  “Once,” Jenna said.

  “But you haven’t created a dungeon yet, I gather,” Erika said.

  “We’ve got a great basement for it, but we’ve been so busy that we haven’t had time to do much of anything,” Chloe said. “Within the next few weeks we’ll get that done too.”

  “Then the real fun begins,” Erika said, “and that’s what I wanted to talk to you two about. Got time for some serious conversation?”

  “Sure,” Jenna said. “We haven’t got anyone coming until after eight.” There was a slight pause, and then everyone caught her accidental double-entendre and laughed.

  The four settled in the living room, Rock filling an upholstered chair, legs stretched in front of him, crossed at the ankles, arms folded. It took no time for Erika to get to the point of her visit. “I wanted you to meet Rock for lots of reasons.”

  “Erika, let me give Jenna and Chloe a little background,” Rock said. “Believe it or not, I was a scrawny kid, all elbows and knees and shoulder blades. At fourteen, I was the shortest in my class and, if you know anything about teenagers, I was the butt of all the jokes. As you can imagine, I was miserable.”

  Jenna stared at the huge man with the body-builder physique who filled the chair he sat in. “You obviously grew.”

  He chuckled and continued, “I grew. I worked at it. My father found a gym and a personal trainer who specialized in skinny kids like me. He not only worked on my body, but on my self-esteem. He made me assertive without being aggressive. He taught me to defend myself without having to prove anything to anyone. In addition to working with weights and machines, I learned tae kwon do, which taught me to move gracefully despite my increasing size. It took me thousands of hours but I finally became a third-degree black belt. If you ever want to see me break wood with my feet, let me know.” His lifted eyebrow and little boy grin softened his face until he was almost handsome. “He also suggested that I call myself Rock instead of Marty and cultivate a persona to match. It worked. The new name and the fact that I grew almost a foot and a half during high school created a new me.”

  “That personal trainer sounds like quite a guy. I wish I could find someone like that for my sister.”

  “Marcy’s her twin,” Chloe said.

  “Two like you? How delicious. You two could fulfill many a man’s twin fantasy if you wanted to.”

  “Not Marcy. She’s about as different from me as could be: overweight, quiet, shy and not very attractive, at least from the outside. Inside she’s wonderful, but if you didn’t know we were twins you’d never guess.”

  “Too bad. Maybe we could get her to meet with my trainer. He’s still working with insecure people like I was twenty years ago.”

  “Sadly, she lives upstate.” It would be great, she thought, to give Marcy some of the same self-confidence Rock seemed to have. Jenna did some quick addition. It was impossible to tell Rock’s age, but now she placed him in his midthirties.

  “Actually, I’m thirty-eight,” he said with a twinkle in his eye, which softened his face and gave him almost a pixieish look, despite his size. “As years passed, I cultivated this image. When I graduated from high school, I became a corrections officer and this look you see helped me out of some tight spots. I don’t look like a guy to be messed with.”

  Erika picked up the story. “I met Rock through a friend about three years ago. He was looking for a way out of the policing business and I was told he was pretty good in bed. At the time I had several female clients who were looking for someone of Rock’s type, big yet gentle. He’s been working with me ever since.”

  Grinning, Rock continued, “Two years ago I quit the department and now I work with Erika exclusively. I’ve developed a specialty that might come in handy for you two.”

  “That’s one of the reasons I wanted Rock to meet you,” Erika said. When Jenna looked puzzled, Erika continued, “He’s the guy to show you ladies how to run your dungeon. He’s wonderful at power games and has played with dozens of my clients. They’ve been delighted.”

  “I love power,” Rock said. “For me it’s the strongest aphrodisiac there is. The feeling that a woman is completely submissive to me hardens my cock. If I have to use force, so much the better.”

  Jenna felt her pussy twitch with excitement listening to Rock talk. This dungeon business was going to be more fun than she’d imagined. She’d enjoyed her scene with Leo and now she’d be getting tips from a professional. Maybe she’d even try her hand at the other side of dominant/submissive games. There was so much to play with.

  “You’re right,” Chloe said, a coy, little-girl tone in her voice. “He’s perfect. I don’t know whether we’ll have female clients, but he can teach me any time.”

  “Jenna?” Erika said.

  “Sure. Sounds like someone we need.”

  “I’d love to help you design your basement to maximize the pleasures available, but there’s more,” Rock said.

  “Jenna, Chloe,” Erika said, leaning forward in her chair, “I’ve been giving this setup a lot of thought. I don’t think you can continue to live here. It’s rapidly getting too dangerous.”

  “Come on, Erika,” Jenna said. “Aren’t you getting a bit carried away? After all, Chloe and I have discussed it and taken precautions. We’ve got a state-of-the-art alarm system with a panic button in every room. We never work in the house alone and we’ve never had a problem.”

  “You may never have a problem and that would be terrific. However, once is too many times,” Rock said. “That’s where I come in. I want to move in here.”

  “Excuse me? Didn’t Erika just say we couldn’t live here?” Jenna said.

  “It’s not the same problem for me. Here’s what Erika and I thought we could do. I have a nice little apartment in a very quiet neighborhood in Queens and I’d love to switch with one of you two.”

  Erika quickly said, “And I’ve got an unused apartment on the West Side for the other. It used to be used by my employees and their clients, but hasn’t been needed for several months so I can declare it off-limits from now on. I’m suggesting that you two move, one into Rock’s apartment and one into mine. Club Fantasy can pick up the rent for my apartment and Rock would continue to pay for his apartment but he’d be living here rent-free. That way you don’t have to worry about anyone getting any funny ideas about this building and thinking he can take something without paying for it. Of course, this can all be temporary until you find your own places if you want it that way.”

  “Move out?” Chloe said, leaping to her feet. “Not a chance. That’s why I started all this in the first place. This is Aunt Elise’s house and she wanted me to have it, to keep it, to live here.”

  “Relax, Chloe,” Jenna said, and Chloe sat back on the sofa. “We won’t do anything we all don’t agree to.”

  “You think this is a good idea, Jenna?”

  Jenna sighed, as unhappy about the prospect of moving out of the brownstone as Chloe was. She did, however, see the wisdom of it. “I think it’s worth some thought. Consider this: from all you’ve told me about your Aunt Elise she was quite the free spirit. How do you think she’d really feel about what we’re doing?”

  Chloe’s face softened and her shoulders rose and fell. She huffed out a
breath. Ruefully, she said, “Actually, I think she’d be delighted, especially about my role in it. She always told me to loosen up.” Her pixie grin reappeared. “This is about as loose as it gets, but if I move out I feel like I’m deserting her memory.”

  “I think Erika and Rock are right about us living here. I’ve been feeling increasingly uneasy. We really have two choices. We can move out, and what they suggest would work out perfectly, or we can call all this off, cancel the phone and go out of business.”

  “It’s a big decision,” Erika echoed, “and I understand your feelings about your aunt, Chloe. You certainly don’t have to decide today, but you’ve got to do something pretty soon. You can’t continue to have men here for the kind of sex you ladies sell, then close the doors and pretend it’s just a residence.”

  “I know.” Chloe paused. “I’m having so much fun and the money’s not to sneeze at, either.”

  “So you think you might take Erika and Rock up on their offer?” Jenna asked.

  “I need a day or two to convince myself. What about you, Jen?”

  “I’m still not sure how long I’m going to be here,” Jenna said. “I could decide to go back to Seneca Falls at some point.”

  Chloe winked. “But not quite yet?”

  “But not quite yet. I guess, like you, I’m having too much fun. I’m for taking Erika and Rock up on their idea.”

  “So you’ll give it serious thought, Chloe?” Rock asked.

  “I don’t know. What about you?” Chloe said to Rock. “You’d be living here. Wouldn’t that be just as dangerous as us being here?”

  “Come on, be real. Look at me. What kind of lunatic would mess with this?” He spread his arms, displaying his massive chest and arms beneath his tight sweater. “One more thing that this arrangement does. I’d also to be here most of the time when you ladies are entertaining, just to be on the safe side.”

  “What’s in it for you?” Chloe asked. “You’d be living in a bordello. No privacy. No room for dates. Nothing.”