Club Fantasy

by Joan Elizabeth Lloyd

  The man’s hands hovered over Nancy’s body, not touching her skin. Rather he traced the shape of her breasts, her shoulders, her belly, and hips. “You are perfection,” he purred. She raised her head and he kissed her, obviously drinking deeply of her mouth. His arms slid around her waist, drawing her closer. He cupped her buttocks, pressing his jeans-covered groin against her naked flesh.

  Still fully clothed, he cupped one naked breast, then bent and took her nipple in his mouth. Tony was obviously entranced. Rock was controlling the filming from one side of the room. They had invested in a second camera and a circuit board that allowed him to change the one broadcasting and to pan and zoom without moving from the controls. Now and then the shot changed, zeroing in on the man’s mouth sucking at Nancy’s breast or her fingers threaded through his hair. They could hear Nancy’s breathing become raspy and watch her tremble.

  As the camera zoomed in tighter, until the mouth and nipple filled the screen, Chloe grinned as she watched Tony’s hand drop to his crotch to rub his throbbing hard-on through his jeans.

  With the camera following, the man’s mouth moved to Nancy’s other breast. While he suckled, the camera panned to his fingers, plucking and pinching. Tony obviously knew how much Nancy loved to have her breasts played with and when he heard the growling sounds she always made, his hand moved more quickly in his crotch.

  Several moments later, the man guided Nancy to the bed and stretched her out, legs splayed wide apart. The viewers in the living room could see how the tall, angled mirror above the bed was positioned. The camera panned to it and Tony could see his wife as if from above, displayed on the bed, her hips moving, reaching for ...

  The man reappeared in the shot, naked now, his erection hard and thick. He crawled between Nancy’s spread legs, his mouth moving toward her pussy. Totally oblivious to Chloe behind him, Tony unzipped his jeans, pulled out his cock and wrapped his hand around his erection and squeezed, unable to take his eyes from the TV screen. This was like the best porno movie he’d ever watched, Chloe thought.

  The man’s mouth moved closer to Nancy’s pussy, slowly approaching, licking his lips. He fastened his lips against her crotch, his fingers again playing with her nipples. Smiling, Chloe watched as Tony’s erection softened slightly as he watched Nancy writhe. She was seemingly enjoying this stranger’s lovemaking as much as she enjoyed Tony. She was really hot, really turned on. For long minutes, the man sucked, licked, pinched, played. Tony’s hand fell away from his crotch as he watched the man’s fingers thrust into his wife’s cunt until she moaned with increasing pleasure.

  It was all Chloe could do not to laugh as she watched Tony’s eyes narrow and his frown deepen. The man’s hard cock, now covered with the required condom, approached Nancy’s pussy, then slowly, as the camera panned in for a close crotch shot, slid into her. Chloe could almost read the thoughts racing through Tony’s mind. He’s sliding in so easily, Tony must be thinking. She must be so wet, so hot. He’s gotten her so high and he seemed to do it so easily. Now they both could see the muscles of the man’s ass tighten and flex as his cock drove into her. Over and over he thrust until, with a scream, Nancy came, with the stud not far behind.

  Tony was visibly shaken and Chloe knew what he must be thinking. His wife had climaxed so easily with another man. True, it had been really hot to watch, but it now obviously made him very uncomfortable. Would he relive this scene every time he was fucking his wife? Would he see the man’s ass driving into his wife’s body? Fucking her? Would he hear her scream for a stranger when she screamed for him?

  As Tony watched the man collapse on top of his wife, he heard a voice from behind him. “Was that what you wanted? Did it meet your expectations?”

  Tony whirled and saw Nancy standing behind him, fully dressed. He turned and stared at the screen. What the hell was going on? As he watched, the woman on the screen removed her blindfold, stretched languorously and turned toward the camera. It wasn’t Nancy.

  “No, it’s not me,” Nancy said, settling on the arm of Tony’s chair. “I hoped you’d be revolted at the sight of me with another man, and discover that your fantasy should remain that, just a fantasy. Melissa, Hillary—that’s her you’ve been watching—and I set this all up. Hillary is built enough like me that we hoped you wouldn’t notice. We used the blindfold to keep her face hidden and she’s wearing a wig so her hair looks just like mine.”

  “I don’t understand,” Tony said, unable to grasp what was happening.

  “This was never your fantasy, darling,” she said. “It was mine.” She leaned over and kissed her husband, then Tony felt her hand slide down his chest to his now flaccid cock. She knew just how to squeeze and rub so that he hardened quickly. “I knew you thought you wanted to see me with another man, but, baby,” she purred, “I was also pretty sure it wouldn’t end up being what you expected.”

  Chloe slipped from the room but couldn’t resist a bit of eavesdropping. As she peeked, Nancy slipped to the floor between her husband’s spread knees, gazing up at him through her lashes. “I hoped that you would eventually hate it.” She licked the length of his now hard cock. “Did you?”

  “Yes,” he said, suddenly breathless, “but I love what you’re doing now.”

  She sucked his cock into her mouth and tightened her lips around it. Ever so slowly she pulled back, then sucked again, driving him higher and higher with each movement. Back on her heels, she gazed at him. “Watching made you hot at first, didn’t it?”

  “Yes,” he said, finding it difficult to concentrate. “But later—”

  “I know.” She took his cock again and brought him closer to orgasm, then sat back again. “And you wondered about making love to me after seeing all that.” She licked her lips. “Now, when you think of what you watched, you’ll also think of this.” She wrapped her hand around the base of his erection and sucked the tip into her mouth. Squeezing and sucking, she aroused him past the point of no return. He came in her mouth, his hips bucking, his penis throbbing. He opened his eyes and watched a small bit of semen escape her lips.

  Minutes later, he said, “You’ve never done that to me before.”

  “I know, but I decided that you did deserve to have at least one fabulous fantasy come true. And I surprised myself. I enjoyed doing that, much more than I thought I would.”

  “What about you? You haven’t—”

  She interrupted. “Let’s go home. By the time we get there you’ll be able to take care of me and my needs too.”

  “You know, that blindfold thing turned me on. Would you let me do it to you?”

  “Sounds great. Let’s get out of here.” Without a backward glance, they grabbed their coats and left.

  The following afternoon, Chloe, Jenna, and Erika sat around a small table in Alfredo’s, a small restaurant where the three women often met. Chloe took a long drink of her coffee, having finally finished the story of Tony and Nancy. “I can’t thank you enough for letting us borrow Jack for the evening,” Jenna said. “He arrived and left so quickly we didn’t really get to say thanks.”

  “I’m so sorry about that,” Erika said. “He’s very much in demand, as you can imagine from looking at him. He had an engagement before yours and another later that evening so he was really tight for time. I picked him because he sounded like the physical type your client was looking for.”

  “He certainly was and it came off just fabulously.” Jenna winked. “I enjoyed him a lot. I’ve never made it with a professional before.”

  “You two might want to do it again some time, gratis. Jack commented on how responsive you were.”

  Jenna blushed beet red and Chloe laughed. “I’ve never seen you blush before, Jenna.”

  “Shut up,” Jenna snapped, good naturedly.

  “It all worked out,” Erika said, playing with the stem of her wine glass. “Tony saw what he expected to see. It could have all backfired, you know.”

  “I know,” Chloe admitted, “but having talked to both o
f them separately for quite a while, I thought I understood them pretty well. Luckily, I turned out to be right.”

  “I guess you were. That closed-circuit TV connection you set up will come in handy again too,” Erika said. “Lots of men want to watch like that. You ladies have come up with some pretty creative stuff.”

  “We certainly have, and in this case I feel like we performed some kind of public service,” Jenna said.

  “You did,” Erika said. “You certainly did.”

  Although some men easily discussed the details of the fantasy they wanted to act out, others found it difficult to talk about something so deeply personal. Jenna found dealing with these men somehow the most rewarding. Over a cup of coffee, she would take time to make the man feel comfortable, then lead him through the intricacies of his dreams.

  When Royce Devlin made an appointment to meet her at a small bar in Midtown, she envisioned a dynamic businessman, three-piece suit, well-trimmed moustache, maybe rimless glasses. As she sat at a small table off to one side, she was approached by a very tall, gawky man of about thirty-five, with long, shaggy, graying hair, thick eyebrows, which his thick-framed, tortoiseshell glasses almost hid, and a long, thin neck that made him resemble a stork. She stood as he approached. “You’re Royce,” Jenna said, holding out her hand.

  He took it, his palm damp and his grip weak. “And you’re Hillary.”

  “Sit down, please,” she said, retaking her seat. “Would you like something to drink?”

  He turned as the waiter approached. “I’ll have a beer.” After the waiter finished reeling off a long list of domestic and imported beers and ales, Royce said, “Make it a Bud.”

  Smiling politely, the waiter disappeared into the late-afternoon crowd. “It’s very nice to meet you, Royce,” Jenna said. “How did you happen to call Club Fantasy?”

  “I heard about it from several friends of mine,” he said, then named several names she knew well. She would call one or two of course, but he sounded genuine. “They speak very highly of you and your organization.”

  “I’m so glad they do. What exactly can I do for you?”

  Jenna watched his Adam’s apple bob as he spoke. “I’m not really sure. I don’t know whether you’re going to do anything. I’m just not sure.”

  “That’s fine.” She lowered her voice and spoke conspiratorially. “I’m here to help you fulfill your deepest desires, but only if and when you want me to.”

  He looked her over. “You. Really, actually you? Not someone else?”

  “It would certainly be me if that’s what you want.”

  “You’re exactly right. But I still don’t know.”

  “Of course you don’t. I understand how difficult this must be.”

  She saw the first glimpse of a smile. “You have no idea.”

  “Oh, but I do. I talk with men like you often and I can imagine how embarrassing it must be. Let me reassure you that nothing you say will shock me, and nothing will ever go any further than this table.”

  “If I decide to tell you about my desires, they will shock you.” He squirmed in his chair. “They shock me.”

  She lowered her voice further. “Is that bad? Sometimes just telling someone about something so exciting can be enough to satisfy your desires for a while. You might find you don’t really need Club Fantasy.”

  She watched Royce swallow as the waiter placed his beer in front of him, then slip away. “Telling someone,” he said after taking a long drink. “I never envisioned telling anyone.”

  Jenna had deliberately worn a lightweight, rose sweater with a deep U-shaped neckline so that when she leaned forward to speak softly, directly to him, he would get a good view of her lacy, pink bra. “You can tell me.”

  Royce took another long swallow, then patted his mouth with his napkin. “I’m not a very handsome man,” he said. “Not sexy or powerful.”

  Jenna caught the automatic of course you are, coming out of her mouth and stopped it. She sensed that he wouldn’t want platitudes so she merely said, “Go on.”

  “I’ve never been good with women. Actually, I’ve got a lot of women friends on the Internet. I correspond with half a dozen—long, sexy chats. My screen name is roycefromny and I think the name fools them. Royce. It sounds so macho, masculine. They picture Royce as a bodybuilder from one of those exercise-machine commercials and I cultivate that image, as long as they can’t see me.” He shrugged. “It’s not the real me, but it makes all of us feel good.”

  Jenna kept silent, waiting for Royce to continue. She had found over the months that men wanted to fill silences and Royce was no exception. “Anyway, in my dreams I’m a hunk.”

  “I wish I could do that for you,” Jenna said with a slight sigh.

  He picked up his coaster and began to tap its edge on the table. “I wish you could too, but you can’t and I didn’t expect it. In my dreams, I’m ...”

  When he couldn’t continue, Jenna tried to figure out what he wanted. He wanted power. “You want to pick up a sexy lady in a bar and have her choose you over lots of other guys?” She’d acted out that scenario with another client about a week before.

  “No, although that would be great.” He smiled at the thought, then flipped the coaster over and tapped it again. “But it’s not what I’m thinking about.”

  Jenna waited. “I want to be powerful. Strong.” He took a long pull on his beer, flipped the coaster and continued tapping, remaining silent. Jenna waited. As if he’d suddenly made up his mind, he blurted out, “I want to rape a woman.” She grimaced. “Shit. That sounds so horrible.”

  “No, it doesn’t. Not at all.” Without allowing him time to dwell on what he’d just said, Jenna continued. “It’s a very common fantasy. Power is heady stuff, for both men and women. And I’m sure you wouldn’t dream of actually raping a woman.”

  “God, no,” he said, quickly. “Never. I love women and wouldn’t ever do anything to hurt anyone.”

  “Of course not. I understand.” She thought quickly, creating a scenario they could act out together. She watched his hands as they played with his coaster. “Maybe you’re a burglar who breaks into a woman’s bedroom and subdues her, then has his way with her.” His fingers became still for several seconds before he continued tapping the coaster’s edge on the tabletop. “Maybe he holds her down as she struggles. She’s unable to break his hold. He holds her wrists with one hand and rips off her nightgown with the other.” She watched his Adam’s apple bob and the tapping accelerate. “He ties her to the bed, then ... Well, you know the rest.”

  Softly, he said, “You do know.”

  “If you arrive at my place next Thursday evening it can be real.”

  “I’ll be there. Is eight o’clock okay?” He paid the usual thousand-dollar fee, then left.

  Although she knew that Chloe had acted out a few similar situations, this would be a first for Jenna. At the appointed hour, Chloe showed Royce up to the empty motel room, now set up as a lady’s bedroom, with fresh flowers on the night stand, bottles and jars taken from Jenna’s and Chloe’s cosmetics scattered around, and a collection of framed photographs on the dresser and walls. He was dressed in a black, long-sleeved tee shirt, black jeans and sneakers.

  Chloe showed Royce to the closet, then whispered, “I think she’ll be home soon. You’d better hide in here.” Then she left.

  Moments later, Jenna entered, wearing a navy blue, tailored business suit, simple navy pumps, and carrying a briefcase. “Long day,” she said with a sigh, kicking her shoes off and perching on the edge of the bed. Slowly she slid her skirt up and peeled down her hose, then, in plain view of the slightly opened closet door, slowly undressed. When she was down to her navy, lace bra and bikini panties, she crossed the room to the large mirror over the dresser. She could see the reflection of the closet door and imagined Royce behind it, watching her every move. She wanted to give him a good show before the main event.

  She poured a pool of body lotion into her palm and starting
with her neck and shoulders, sensuously covering herself, making her skin slick and shiny. When she finished with her arms, she unclipped her bra and dropped it on a chair, then massaged her breasts with her slippery hands, paying particular attention to her nipples, twisting them until they stood out from her flesh.

  Finally, she removed her panties and slipped into a soft peach-colored nightgown. She and Chloe had carefully snipped the seams at several places so that when grabbed, it would rip off quickly and easily. Jenna lit a thick, white candle and placed it on the bedside table, and then she stretched out in bed, pulled a sheet over herself, and pretended to fall asleep.

  It took several minutes for Royce to emerge. Either he was playing the game of waiting for her to be asleep or he was summoning his courage. Keeping her breathing slow and even, Jenna finally heard him pad softly from the closet. Her eyes flew open and she started to scream. Playing his part, Royce slammed his hand over her mouth and hissed, “Not a sound and I won’t hurt you.”

  “No,” she mumbled around his hand, then started to thrash around, kicking her feet and grabbing for his arms. She tried to loosen his hold on her mouth but he was stronger than she had anticipated. She didn’t have to hold back as she’d thought she would. He quickly straddled her hips and pulled at her wrists until her arms were stretched above her head. “Keep still,” he hissed when she gathered a deep breath to yell. “It will go easier if you keep still.” He grabbed the neckline of her gown and pulled it down to her waist. As planned, the garment came apart in several pieces. He took a small bit of nylon and stuffed it into her mouth, then used a longer one to hold it in place. Then he efficiently tied her hands to the headboard.

  Jenna thought for a moment about her predicament. If he had been someone who wanted to hurt her, she couldn’t have stopped him. She’d only allowed herself to get into this predicament after several phone calls to the men who’d sent him to her. She again blessed Erika for her very sound advice and for the presence of Rock downstairs.