Fantasies Incorporated - The Complete Collection

by Bridy McAvoy

  Almost as soon as she’d entered the warehouse that morning, Rob had been there at her side. She’d been watching both ways in the aisle between the two towering rows of bays so he hadn’t been able to surprise her this time, nor had there been any way for her to escape his approach.

  “So, how’s my little dancer this morning – you ready for your rehearsal?”

  She glared at him, all the pent up anger flooding to the surface.

  “I should report you, you chauvinistic, sexist pig! How dare you?”

  She’d delivered this in a near shout and Rob took a half step back before grinning at her.

  “Go on. Give it your best shot.”

  “You are an irritating pig! If you think for one minute I’d be interested in getting naked with you, you’ve got another think coming. Let alone the idea of performing a striptease in front of you and your slimy mates. You filthy pervert! I suggest you keep your distance from me and your remarks to yourself. One more from you and I’m going to fucking report you!”

  Rob just smiled down at her as she glared up at him, towering over her.

  “Proper little spitfire, aren’t you?”

  Kaylie said nothing in reply.

  “So, tell me one thing? What’s been keeping you up at night? You look tired. Have you been having naughty dreams about performing?”

  His uncannily accurate guess made her gasp. Rob showed no mercy as the color filled her cheeks.

  “You have, haven’t you, you little minx? That anger is all for show. You’ve been having wet dreams about dancing in the canteen. Don’t try and deny it, the truth is written all over your face.”

  Kaylie tore her eyes away from his smirking face, knowing he’d found out the secret that she’d tried to hide from everyone.

  Rob stepped closer. “You actually want to, don’t you?”

  She shook her head.

  “I can see it in your face, Kaylie. Kaylie…Look at me…Kaylie!”

  Unable to refuse, she looked straight at him.

  “Admit it. You’ve been having dreams about performing in front of us, haven’t you?”

  Kaylie took a shuddering breath and meekly nodded in defeat, her own reactions having already given her away. He chuckled and closed the gap between them once more.

  “Those dreams get you hot, don’t they, Kaylie?”

  She really didn’t want to answer that question but it was too late, he’d already figured that out based on her reactions.

  “So, if they get you hot like that, maybe it’s time for you to live out those fantasies?”

  “No way!”

  Even to her own ears her voice seemed to lack conviction.

  “Today’s Friday and we’re working late down here. Pity, that. You could have done a nice rehearsal for three or four of us tonight. Have to leave it till Monday, when the rest will be going home on time.”

  “What…What do you mean?”

  He stepped close to her and lowered his face. She turned her head away, but that only presented her ear to him as he whispered.

  “You’ve got all weekend to anticipate, all weekend to dream about, making that fantasy of yours reality. Monday, when the office crew clock off, stay at your desk for a few minutes until I call you, and then come down to the canteen. I’ll have a couple of the lads here, and we’ll be your test audience for the big performance next month.”

  “No chance.”

  His warm breath tickled her ear as he chuckled, the sound rumbling into her, making her shudder.

  “I don’t believe that for a minute. Monday is your rehearsal date…Or is that ‘audition time’?”

  He straightened up and took a couple of paces away.

  “Wear something sexy to work that day and for goodness sake, coordinate your underwear. Stockings would, of course, be even better.”

  Kaylie shuddered at the thought as he resumed walking and disappeared from view. She looked around; no-one else could have seen them, which was something at least.

  The rest of the day passed in a haze as she tried to work out a way to tell him to go to hell which wouldn’t cause her any problems.

  Friday night she pleaded a headache instead of going out with her flatmate and went to bed early. During the night she came three times, to the same dream. Saturday night was four times, and Sunday night was a total nightmare; she didn’t dare go to sleep for fear of the images flashing through her mind every time she closed her eyes. Every time she dropped off, it happened again.

  * * * *

  When the alarm went off on Monday morning, Kaylie was already wide awake, having had yet another occurrence of her dream. This time, she’d woken up after she was naked, just as one of the men pushed his dick into her pussy, while another held her head in place as he fed his cock into her open and willing mouth. She shuddered and pulled her hand away from her naked crotch where she’d been absently stroking herself toward yet another climax. She’d pulled her hand away in semi-disgust.

  “Again?”

  She realized she’d spoken aloud and listened for signs of movement from her flat mate in the next room, but luckily she’d not disturbed her. A couple of moments later, the alarm went off and she forced herself to get up.

  Now, refreshed from the shower, she returned to her bedroom and wrinkled her nose in disgust. Her bed stank from the scent of female sex and sweat; it seemed to permeate the entire room in an offensive miasma. A quick burst of air freshener overlaid the worst of it, but she still shuddered at the smell.

  “God! What a nightmare.”

  She reached for the sensible clothes she’d put out the night before, to wear to work that day. Rob’s words from Friday filled her memory.

  “Wear something sexy to work that day and for goodness sake, coordinate your underwear. Stockings would, of course, be even better.”

  She shuddered and then giggled at another thought.

  Maybe I will, just to tease them all day. Then leave on time. That’ll teach him!

  Quickly, she pulled out a black skirt that would come to just above her knees, not outrageous for work, but certainly sexier than her usual slacks. That meant her top needed swapping, too, and her red polo became a white blouse. She shivered as she remembered several of the dream episodes, all of which had centered on removing her white blouse. She peered closely at it to check that it wasn’t as transparent as the dream versions.

  The bra and panties were a matching set in white lace, and in their own way quite sexy, so she didn’t change those.

  Unlucky, Rob – I don’t own any stockings.

  She smoothed a pair of black tights up her legs into place and checked the overall effect in the mirror.

  Nice. You look nice, quietly sexy, but not hot or slutty.

  She smiled at her own reflection and quickly applied a thin coat of lipstick before reaching for her shoes. Her black flats were clearly not going to work with this outfit and the idea of wearing very high heels was a no go – her feet would be killing her if she wore those all day. In the end, three minutes before she was due out of the door, she settled on a pair of black pumps with two-inch heels and clattered out the front door, heading for the bus.

  Kaylie noticed the number of admiring glances on the short bus ride to work was a lot higher than usual; certainly the driver did a second take and smiled at her, something that was very rare on this route at this time in the morning.

  Mondays were always busy in the sports trade, whatever time of the year, in season or out, so the morning flew by. As she was heading for lunch, Kaylie spotted a simple brown envelope in her internal mail cubby-hole with her name hand-written on the outside, nothing else. She picked it up and pulled it open, a slight frown on her face.

  “Kaylie, we’ve spotted you’re wearing tights and not stockings. Please take the enclosed twenty to go and buy yourself a couple of pairs of nice hold-ups.

  It’s so unsexy watching a woman taking her tights off on stage. Besides, as the stockings will be staying on, the bonus is you�
�ll be able to leave your shoes on, too.

  You can change into them before you get back from lunch.

  The Warehouse Crew.”

  The twenty dropped into her hand and she quickly stepped into the ladies’ room before anyone noticed her face was flaming red.

  How did they notice I wasn’t wearing stockings?

  She glanced down at herself and noticed the skirt was tighter than she’d realized. Not only was it tight, it was smooth, and obviously wouldn’t have been with the telltale bumps of either a garter belt and suspenders or the ridges from the stocking tops.

  CCTV!

  It clicked – the office and warehouse were covered by the same closed circuit camera system. Rob had checked on one of the cameras as she’d walked past.

  Sneaky bastard! Well, if I’m going to wind them up further, I’ll do exactly as they say. That’ll show them.

  Thirty minutes in the local mall resulted in a twin pack of black stockings, with four inch lace tops that purported to be hold ups. Getting back to the office five minutes early, she darted into the ladies’ room and quickly stripped off her tights. Without looking, she knew the front of her panties were damp. Losing the layer of protection afforded by the tights wouldn’t help matters. The stockings felt really good as she pulled a pair into place on her legs, leaving the top four inches of her thighs bare. She shivered as the unbidden image of her revealing them to Rob and the others passed behind her eyes, then quickly bundled the other pair and her now-redundant tights into her bag.

  Everything went well until half past four, the usual Monday rush keeping her busy and gainfully occupied, fully ready to flee the building as the clock struck five. Disaster, in the form of her boss, appeared at the front edge of her desk.

  “Kaylie?”

  She looked up from her screen, not even having noticed his arrival.

  “Yes…Sorry, you startled me a little.”

  “That’s okay. Do you think you can book these requisitions through for me before you go? Manufacturing brought them through late, and unfortunately they’re urgent. I’ll make sure you get some time-in-lieu for them. Shouldn’t take more than half an hour extra. Drop them down to Stan’s office before you leave. Thanks.”

  Before she could even think of an excuse why she couldn’t, let alone stammer out whatever she could think of, he turned and walked off.

  Trapped! Damn! This is not good! Not good at all. I’m going to be here late, and I’ve got to go down to the warehouse afterwards – and Stan’s office is right next to the canteen! Damn it! It looks like I’m really falling in with their plans!

  The clock reached five o’clock and the other people in the office bustled around for a couple of minutes as they closed down their systems, grabbed their bags and headed for the door, a couple of saying goodbye as they passed Kaylie’s desk. By five past the office was empty, except for Kaylie at her desk and Howard, her boss, who was on the phone in his office.

  Ten past, twenty past came around, and she’d almost finished the last of the requisition orders when her telephone buzzed, making her jump. From the display she could see it was the warehouse extension ringing her, and, with Howard still around, she had no choice other than to answer it.

  “Hello.”

  She could hear Rob chuckling from the other end.

  “We’re ready for you, sweetheart, come on down.”

  “I’ve got to finish this paperwork.”

  “I know.”

  “What do you mean, you know?”

  “We made sure you had a reason to be in the office in case Howard suspected something. Come on, bring the printout down. We’re waiting for you.”

  She heard him hang up and replaced her own handset on the phone with fingers that shook. She contemplated leaving the requisitions on her desk and telling Howard in the morning she’d forgotten them. That wouldn’t go down well, and she didn’t want a black mark against her name. Besides, she’d have to pass Howard’s office on the way out, whereas the door down to the warehouse was at her end of the office.

  Damn! Damn! Damn!

  She rose to her feet, gathered the paperwork together and looked up to catch Howard’s eye. Luckily he’d finished the call he was on.

  “I’m just going to take this paperwork down. I’ll be back up to collect my coat and bag in a minute.”

  Howard waved and picked up the phone again as Kaylie made her way to the top of the stairs, reluctantly making her way down to the main floor of the building.

  Stan, the warehouse manager, had his office just inside the door, with the canteen on the other side of it.

  If I can just slip in, leave the paperwork, and scoot out sharp, I’ll be okay.

  When she opened the door, there was no one visible and she could hear male voices involved in a conversation in the canteen. She slipped through the door, darted into Stan’s empty office and dropped the paperwork on his otherwise clear desk and turned for the door with a sigh of relief.

  “Eek!”

  She let out a squeal like a startled mouse as she realized Rob’s six-foot frame filled the doorway. He’d obviously silently moved from the canteen into the warehouse and now blocked the only route out of Stan’s office. Too late, she realized they’d continued monitoring her on the CCTV system.

  Rob laughed. “What’s wrong, my little mouse? Nerves before your performance? Surely not!”

  “Please, move out of the way.”

  Rob didn’t attempt to move.

  “Howard is expecting me back upstairs in a minute. I have other work to do. Now, get out of my way.”

  “So, you have no intention of completing the rehearsal today?”

  “No! Not today! Not any day!”

  “Those dreams didn’t mean anything to you?”

  “Who told you about my dreams?”

  Too late she realized her mistake.

  “I was right…You have been dreaming about getting naked for us!”

  “Fuck off!”

  “Tut! Tut! Not ladylike language.”

  “Get out of my way. Howard is expecting me. I need to finish up.”

  This time, Rob roared with laughter. “Don’t be silly. Who do you think set you up? Howard will be at the performance in a fortnight when you dance for Stan. He’s probably watching right now on the CCTV system.”

  Her mouth dropped open in a perfect O.

  Of course! That’s how they knew my movements.

  “I’m so not doing this.”

  “Kaylie, if that’s true, answer me one question?”

  “What?” The word was out of her mouth before she could bite it back.

  “Why did you dress so sexily today, far more so than you do normally for the office?”

  “I…”

  “And, when we realized you weren’t wearing stockings, why did you take the money we left for you to buy some…and wear them?”

  “I…”

  Kaylie was struggling to find the words to answer him. Rob stepped right in front of her, and she took an involuntary pace back, backing right up against the desk. He followed her.

  “Were you setting out to tease us?”

  “No…I…”

  Rob shook his head, and Kaylie could see he was getting angry.

  “You little cock-tease!”

  Her face burned with the shame. It had been a harmless game when she set out this morning, but when she stopped to think about it, he was totally right. She had been teasing them, all of them, going along and intending to cut and run – a perfect little cock-tease.

  “I am not a cock-teaser!”

  Rob cocked an eyebrow in unspoken question.

  “I’m not!”

  “Then you are going to have to prove it, aren’t you?”

  Kaylie’s mouth dropped open again; she could feel herself trapped once more.

  Shit!

  Rob was smiling again.

  “Come on then, come on through and see the stage we’ve built for you.”

  Kaylie sho
ok her head, but he gently took hold of her hand, led her out of the supervisor’s office and into the much bigger room next door. There were two others present, far fewer than she’d feared, and she vaguely knew both of them by sight, although she couldn’t remember their names.

  The normal arrangement of chairs and tables had changed. The six tables had been pushed together into one end of the room to form, in Rob’s words, the stage. The chairs had been placed around the edges of the room, but it was clear the guys intended to stay close to the stage and on their feet.

  Kaylie shook her head, but as Rob closed, and locked the door behind them she felt trapped, her own actions seemingly leading to this very place.

  “Tim, start the music.”

  Rob didn’t intend to let her have time to think, or time to find a way out. He led her over to the tables where one chair had been wedged as a step and gently but firmly guided and pushed her to stand on the chair and then onto the table itself.

  A slow rock beat throbbed in the canteen air as she stood there looking down at the three men, smiling back up at her.

  “Come on now, Kaylie, start dancing.”

  “No way.”

  She closed her eyes, remembering how those dreams had made her feel, then opened them and gasped as she realized her sub-conscious mind had taken over for a second and her hips were swaying slightly to the beat. Immediately, she stopped moving and slid half a pace toward the chair that acted as a step.

  Rob had sensed her panicked movement almost before she had started to move and positioned himself accordingly, stopping her descent.

  “Dance, girl, dance. Close your eyes, feel the beat. You were doing well there.”

  He looked over his shoulder at one of the others.

  “Tim, turn the base up, help her feel the music. Kaylie, live the dream, come on now, close your eyes and flow, baby.”

  His tone was encouraging, rather than cajoling, and Kaylie drew a shuddering breath. Reluctantly, she closed her eyes as the bass was adjusted and she started to feel as well as hear the deep throb of the rock track.

  “All you have to do is dance, baby.”

  Rob’s words made sense to her as, with eyes closed, she allowed her subconscious mind to take over and she felt herself swing her hips from side to side in time with the music.