Kayla's Cowboy Fantasy (Delta of Venus Inc.) (3 page)

Finally, the unshakeable Miss Bright looked a bit flustered. “Cigarette burns? Oh my. No. Nothing like that. Pain to that degree isn’t really something we encourage in our scenarios. It certainly has its place in BDSM culture, but it takes time and trust to build those relationships. So, I would never suggest something like that. What I was thinking was that maybe you might enjoy a little spanking. Many women do. A little twinge of pain can often intensify the pleasure.”

How the hell did this woman know she had always entertained a mild curiosity about spanking? It was unnerving how she seemed to know so much about her preferences. Things she’d never even admitted to herself. At least not seriously. “That sounds interesting, but I’m not really sure it’s something I’d be into. Do I have to commit to that now?”

“Absolutely not. It was just a suggestion. I was thinking about your scenario and how it would play out. Since you have stated that your previous sexual encounters have been fairly conventional, it seemed like the situation was perfect to explore something a little bit out of your comfort zone. But never-mind. You can definitely let him know at the scene if you’d like to try it.”

“How will that go exactly? Excuse me, Mr. Gigolo, but I’ve decided that I’d like you to beat the hell out of my ass with a hairbrush before you go down on me.”

“Well, yes, you could say something like that. But it might spoil the mood a little. Why don’t we come up with some safe words that you can work into your conversation that will indicate the direction you want to take.”

“Conversation? There’s going to be conversation?”

“Of course. Did you imagine that you wouldn’t be talking during your scene? Is that something you’d prefer? We can certainly accommodate you, but it probably won’t feel all that natural without a little banter between you,”

“Hmmm…I honestly never thought about it.”

“So, then dirty talk is not something you’d be interested in?”

Wow, Kayla thought. This is getting positively eerie. How did this woman know she loved a vocal man. Not one of those weirdoes who’s into calling women degrading names in bed though. Nothing made her pussy pucker faster than some woman-hater using demeaning language to get himself off. Talk about twisted.

That had happened to her recently. In a motel room in
Dallas
, she’d been unsuccessfully attempting to live out her fantasy with a rodeo champion. Things had been going okay, not exactly fantasy material, but pretty raw and exciting. Then he’d demanded that she get down on her knees and suck him off like a good little slut. She’d paused, not liking the phrase, but had been prepared to go along with it, thinking that it was a game and he’d reciprocate afterward. Then he’d grabbed her by the hair, attempted to gag her by ramming his monster cock down her throat, and added insult to injury by calling her a filthy whore as he did it.

She’d given his balls a good squeeze and left the room with her blouse open and her pride bruised. That had been her last sexual encounter, more than eight months ago. Definitely not what she had in mind when she thought of sexy talk.

If a man really wanted to turn her on, all he had to do was tell her exactly what he wanted to do to her, how much she was going to love it, and how good it felt when he did it to her. She felt a little shiver of anticipation slide through her just thinking about the way a man’s voice became so rough and guttural when he described how he was going to fuck her.

“Can you put an extra large check mark next to the dirty talk box, please?” Kayla said with a grin.

Miss Bright nodded her head and returned Kayla’s smile. “Dirty talk will definitely be on the menu then.” She made a show of circling something on Kayla’s application and then returned her attention to her client. “Is there any other requirements then? I imagine that since you're contemplating being spanked, you’d want to assume the submissive role? You want him to be in charge?”

Kayla though about all the people at work. The men in particular who seemed incapable of doing anything without her input or direction. She was proud to be respected and even feared a little, but in her fantasy she didn’t want all the responsibility resting on her. It wasn’t exactly politically correct, but some small part of her longed to be dominated. At least for a few minutes. She could give up control for the sake of her fantasy, couldn’t she?

“How about we start out with him in charge, but them we play it by ear. Maybe we’ll switch things up as things progress.” Kayla suggested.

“I think this is shaping up to be a very interesting fantasy after all,” Miss Bright said, closing the folder. She took a card from a holder on her desk and handed it to Kayla. “If you have anything you’d like to add or change, please let me know and we’ll do our best to make it happen. Now, is there anything else?”

“Not really. But can you give me a hint about my cowboy? What he looks like?”

“Well, if the gentleman I’m thinking of is available, then you’re going to be very pleased. Not only is he uncommonly attractive, but I believe he worked at an equestrian stable. In
Australia
somewhere. He’s not exactly a cowboy in the traditional North American sense, but very close to your ideal.”

“Please tell me he still has the accent.”

“No. I’m sorry. He’s lost most of it.”

“Too bad. But he sounds amazing. Are you sure he’s okay with all of this?”

Miss Bright reached across the desk and patted Kayla’s hand in a reassuring gesture that was uncharacteristically warm and friendly. She quickly pulled back and resumed her professional distance. “I’m absolutely certain that he will be quite happy to satisfy all your needs. Why wouldn’t he? You’re a beautiful, strong, intelligent woman. Any man would be thrilled for the opportunity to pleasure you.”

“If I’m all those things, then why am I paying for sex?”

“You are not paying for sex. You are paying to have your fantasy fulfilled. There’s a very big difference.”

“Perhaps. But I still feel like a pervert.”

“Don’t deceive yourself. Everyone has a bit of pervert in them. You’re just willing to let the little devil come out and play. Now. One more thing. What about filming?”

“Filming?”

“Yes. Usually we film all of our scenarios so the client can relive their fantasies in the privacy of their own homes. We also use the footage for training purposes. But if you’re opposed to this practice, we can either refrain from filming, or you’re welcome to wear a small mask to protect your privacy.”

“A mask? Why would I want to wear a mask?”

“Well, some individuals are very concerned about their likeness popping up on the internet somewhere. Many careers have been ruined over a risqué sex tape getting into the wrong hands. We are extremely diligent about ensuring the discretion of our clients, but they are still rightfully paranoid on the subject. So, if they wear a mask, their identity is less likely to be compromised. Also, some clients are concerned about being recognized by their Scene Facilitators out in the real world. In your case, he doesn’t live here in
Vancouver
, but he does travel extensively. If you wore a mask you wouldn’t have to worry about the awkwardness of encountering each other again.”

“Will he be wearing a mask?” She hoped not. Good Lord. If he was wearing a Zorro mask while he jerked off she was going to start laughing. This was starting to sound like a masquerade ball rather than her fantasy.

“I suppose he could if you desired it, but I think it might be distracting. Not to mention, a bit our of character for a cowboy. Unless he wore one of those bandanna-type of masks, like a train robber. But it could make any oral activities quite challenging. What is your preference? Mask or no mask? Filming or not?”

Kayla thought for a moment. If she said “no” to the filming there really wasn’t any guarantee that they wouldn’t go ahead and film anyway. But she wouldn’t get a copy of the footage. And she was highly intrigued by the idea of being able to see herself on screen, having sex, and living out her fantasy. She squeezed her thighs together imaging being able to watch her cowboy pleasure himself as often as her DVD player would allow.

“I think you can go ahead with the filming, but I’ll probably wear a small mask and possibly a wig, just in case your security measures fail and the video gets out,” Kayla said, watching with fascination as Miss Bright’s face flushed in indignation.

It obviously took a mighty effort not to show her irritation at Kayla’s insult, but the cool blonde’s voice was calm when she responded. “I can assure you that will not happen. We have filmed more than three thousand scenarios, and not one of those has become public. You really have nothing to worry about.”

Kayla shrugged. “Still. I’d be ruined if any of my employees stumbled across it, so a disguise is probably in my best interest. For me. Not for him. I don’t think I’ll really notice the mask on me. Who knows. Maybe it will add to the whole role-playing fantasy. But I want to see his face. His expressions. Everything. And a mask will take away from that.”

Miss Bright checked one final box and closed the folder again. “I agree. Some women like the anonymity of the mask. It makes their SF seem less human. More of an object. But like you, I think the point of living out a fantasy is to connect with another person, if only on a very sexual level. Masks can obstruct that connection.”

Is that what she was looking for? Kayla asked herself. A connection? No. She didn’t want that at all. She really just needed to see the raw emotion on his face as he touched himself. Jake’s expression still haunted her and she was hoping to erase that image with something more tangible. Hopefully, her SF would not resemble a gasping fish as he climaxed. That would not be sexy at all.

“So, that’s it? This is actually happening?” Kayla stood up and smoother her skirt down her thighs with her suddenly sweaty palms.

Miss Bright also stood and put the folder under her left arm. Coming around the desk she gestured towards the double mahogany doors to the hall. “But of course. Let me walk you out to the elevator. Our offices can be a bit of a labyrinth.” She lead Kayla out of her office and they proceeded down the hall past several luxurious yet empty offices.

Miss Bright nodded at the flawless Asian receptionist as they entered the waiting area of D.O.V. Inc. She turned to Kayla as they reached the impressive art deco elevator and reached out to shake her hand. “A copy of your contract will be in your email inbox by the end of the day and expect another with all the details of your assignation to follow sometime in the next few days. We already have your certified check. So, it would appear that everything is in order. Thank you for coming in today. I hope your fantasy is everything you could want. And more. You’ll be hearing from me soon.” She smiled and gave a little wink.

Kayla thanked Miss Bright and entered the elevator alone. As the door shut she pushed the Main Floor button on the panel and contemplated the plan she had just set in motion. Her fantasy was actually going to happen. What if it was a complete disappointment? Would she be forced to live the rest of her life trying to capture those precious moments in the barn with Jake and failing miserably?

Watching the numbers light up as the elevator descended, Kayla decided she really had nothing to lose. Except her pride. And she was pretty sure that had left her the second she’d contacted D.O.V. Inc. The mysterious business card with just the words 'Your Fantasy' and a phone number printed on it had been slipped under the door of her
London
hotel room at the International Sales and Marketing Conference last month. She still wasn’t sure what had possessed her to call. Hopefully that one moment of insanity would help her to leave her past behind her, where it belonged, and focus on the future.

As a child, Kayla had definitely been an unsophisticated country bumpkin. Adult Kayla, however, was a confirmed city girl. As a result, she rarely got behind the wheel of her black BMW convertible. Today, however, she drove uneasily along the unfamiliar country roads between Blaine and
Lynden
,
Washington
. She passed green fields full of horses and the occasional cow, but didn't really notice them. Pastoral settings did nothing for her, except as a backdrop to her fantasy. She much preferred the steel, glass and concrete of her adopted home over this dirty, smelly environment.

According to her GPS, she was getting close to her destination. She was looking for a red barn with the words, 'Got Milk' stenciled on the roof next to a picture of a smiling cow. Not exactly discreet, but at least it should be eye-catching and hopefully easy to find.

Anticipation was a dull tingle thrumming through her body. Despite her outward calm, she felt skittish and distracted. She wished she'd taken the limousine Miss Bright had offered so she wouldn't have to concentrate so much on the road. She had wanted the freedom of her own vehicle, in case she lost her nerve and bolted. Also, the thought of a limo driver waiting out in the car while she got her cowboy fix was not appealing. Right now, however, a comfy, luxurious limo would have been a drastic improvement over this grim drive through nowhere. It would be a miracle if she arrived without accidentally steering into a ditch, or possibly just wandering into the other lane of oncoming traffic. Her mind was not focused, and that was a rarity.

Mostly, she wondered if she was going to be able to go through with this. Now that it was actually happening, she felt a little ridiculous. The wig and small mask sitting on the seat next to her didn't add to her comfort level. She would have been mortified if the Peace Arch border crossing guards had discovered her disguise. As it was, she'd had to fight the giggles when they'd asked her the purpose of her trip. She'd been so tempted to tell them that she was meeting a well-hung, cowboy-impersonating, man-whore for an afternoon of dirty, anonymous sex. Instead she had just chirped 'shopping' a tad too brightly and they'd waved her through after doing a cursory examination of her passport.