Mona's Honeymoon Fantasy (Delta of Venus Inc.)

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Copyright © June 2014, Verena Vincent

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Mona's Honeymoon Fantasy

(Book 3 - Delta of Venus
Inc.)

By Verena Vincent

Prologue

“I know this is going to sound like
a complete cliché,” Mona Porter said with a shrug and a rueful half-smile. “But
I really am a 40-year-old virgin. Just like the movie. Except I don’t need to
wax my chest.” Her tone was filled with laughter but her gaze was direct and unapologetic.
This was clearly a woman who wasn’t ashamed or embarrassed about her unusual
state of chastity. Or if she was, she was hiding it remarkably well.

Elizabeth Bright,
Vice President of Delta of Venus Inc., stared across her desk at the poised woman
who’d just uttered such an unbelievable statement. She tried very hard not to
snort with disbelief and was almost successful in hiding her incredulity,
except for a tell-tale quirking of her full lips. After a few awkward moments
of waiting for her latest client to start laughing at her own lame attempt at
humour, Elizabeth realized that Miss Porter was serious. Alarm bells immediately
started going off in her head. Obviously the attractive woman before her had
issues if she felt she had to pretend to be a virgin to get what she wanted
from a fantasy fulfillment agency. Granting women their darkest desires was,
after all, their business.

Trying to
salvage the serious tone of their interview Elizabeth leaned forward, laid a
hand on her own chest and spoke with uncharacteristic gentleness to Mona. “Miss
Porter. You realize that I’m not here to judge you in any way. You’re sexual
history is of no interest to me. My company is here to fulfill your honeymoon
fantasy. That’s our purpose and our function. Whether you’re a virgin or a porn
star, it’s irrelevant to us as long as the appropriate precautions are utilized.
So there’s really no reason to exaggerate your, um, status, shall we say?”

Mona sighed. “I
really wish I was exaggerating but I’m not. I am an actual technical virgin.
And no, I’m not a former nun and no; I don’t suffer from any kind of
debilitating germ or social phobias. My situation is nothing like that.” She shrugged.
“I just never met the right guy and now that I’m forty it’s pretty unlikely that
I will meet someone halfway normal who isn’t freaked out by my inexperience. So,
I figure, why not do this right and have the honeymoon I’ve always dreamed of,
deflowering and all? With a man who knows what he’s doing and won’t be
intimidated by the fact that I’m a complete novice. Then, maybe I can move on
and find someone without worrying about them judging me once they learn my secret.”

Elizabeth studied
Mona carefully as she spoke, watching for some sign of deception but there
wasn’t anything about her client’s manner to indicate she spoke anything less
than the truth. Elizabeth felt herself growing curious for the first time in a
very long time. She dealt with frustrated, lonely women on a daily basis and
very little about Mona struck her as lonely or frustrated.

For one thing,
she was lovely. Middle-aged spinsters didn’t usually look like they’d just
stepped off the cover of a fitness magazine, did they? But that’s exactly what
Mona Porter looked like. In her mint-green, sleeveless blouse and black, tailored
skirt it was obvious she spent a lot of time at the gym. There was true definition
in her arms and her waist was positively tiny. Somehow, despite her toned figure,
she remained femininely curved and downright sexy.  

So how exactly did
a beautiful woman like this manage to avoid romantic entanglements? Was there
something wrong with her that wasn’t obvious? Or did she speak the truth? Had
she actually managed to get through twenty-some years of adulthood totally
ignoring her libido? It was incredible but it would seem that she was dealing
with an actual 40-year-old virgin. Now, how was she going to convince one of
her guys to take on the role of devirginator?

Internally, she mentally
flipped through her roster of Scene Facilitators and frowned. Not a single one
of them seemed likely to want to take on this particular fantasy. Not because
they wouldn’t be attracted to Mona. Each and every one of the men employed by
Delta of Venus Inc., would be delighted to spend an exotic weekend on a
tropical island with the curvaceous Miss Porter.

The problem was
that despite being part-time prostitutes, all the men she employed would balk
at taking a woman’s virginity. They did what they did because they loved sex
and enjoyed giving women pleasure more than anything, not because they were
without ethics. Of a sort.

But initiating a
woman into sex was different: messier and more emotional. Being paid to take a
woman’s innocence would definitely go against the moral compass of her guys.
Damn it. Why did she have to employ gigolos with such high standards anyway?
Sometimes it would be useful to have at least one morally ambiguous stud to
help out with awkward situations like this.

Elizabeth shook
her head and made a heroic effort to stay focused on the conversation rather
than her doubts regarding her ability to fulfill Mona’s fantasy. She would
bribe, threaten or persuade one of them if required. Right now she needed
information. “You said you were a technical virgin. What does that mean
exactly? Not to be intrusive but your future fantasy bridegroom should probably
know what to expect.”

Mona sighed.
“Well, it means that I had a boyfriend in high school. We did everything. Except
actual sex.”

“So, no
penetration?”

Mona shook her
head once from side to side. “Nope. You see, I was pretty much terrified of
getting pregnant. My mom had me at fifteen and really struggled to survive. She
made it sound like a nightmare. Her family abandoned her and she had to quit
school. So when I turned twelve she began harping on abstinence. By the time I
was 17 I was so paranoid about continuing the whole teen pregnancy family
tradition that there was no way I was taking any chances. My boyfriend claimed
he spent his entire senior year with blue balls.” Her lips turned up in a fond
smile at this admission.

Elizabeth raised
an eyebrow in surprise. “Poor guy. He must have really loved you.”

Mona’s smile
widened. “He did. That was part of the problem. He made it hard for other guys
to measure up. He was so patient and determined to put my fears to rest.” She
fiddled with the sparkly black bangles at her wrist and then stared out the
massive window behind Elizabeth for a long moment. “He was sexy as hell but I
just couldn’t get past it. When we finally broke up, I never found anyone who
made me feel like that again. And since I never had sex with Joe, it felt wrong
to do it with someone I didn’t want nearly as much.”

Elizabeth made a
small notation on Mona’s application and nodded. “This is starting to make a
bit more sense now. Are you still terrified of getting pregnant?”

“Not at all.” Mona
looked a bit sheepish. “Ironically, I would love to become pregnant now. I’m
financially secure and adore children. That’s part of the reason I’m here.”

Elizabeth shook
her head. “Miss Porter, I don’t know what you’ve been told, but we don’t
actually provide stud service here.”

Mona chuckled.
“I realize that,” she said dryly. “What I meant was that I’d like to get this
whole virginity thing out of the way, so I can pursue a real relationship and
maybe even have a child someday soon. Before it’s too late. And I need some
experience to be able to move forward with that.”

“Hold on. Don’t
you think most men would love to be with a virgin? Isn’t there a plethora of
porno movies dedicated to just that premise?”

“Sex with an eighteen-year-old
virgin cheerleader, maybe. A forty-year-old one, however, is just plain scary
to most guys. Or at least that’s been my experience.”

“How so?”

Mona shrugged. “Well,
one guy I dated briefly a few years ago practically ran when I told him I was a
virgin. He said he couldn’t take the pressure. According to him I must have
totally unrealistic expectations about sex because I’ve waited so long.”

“And do you?
Have unrealistic expectations?”

Mona chuckled
again. “Probably. I’ve read about a million romance novels and I think they may
have compounded my high expectations. So yes, I do expect sex to be fantastic.
And your company guarantees I won’t be disappointed. Correct?”

Elizabeth drew
back from her desk and gave Mona a hard look. She couldn’t help it. She was
disappointed. She’d liked this woman. Until it became obvious that she was
looking for a free ride. Literally. Occasionally women like her requested an
impossible fantasy hoping to enjoy their services without having to pay the ten
thousand dollar fantasy fulfillment fee. None of these women had ever walked
away unsatisfied. Well, except for that one time, but she wasn’t going to think
about that.

“Delta of Venus
Inc., does, in fact, promise complete satisfaction, but you must admit your
circumstance is very unique and one that we’ve never encountered before.”
Elizabeth shook her elegant blonde head and closed the folder on her desk. “I’m
sorry, but I’m not sure if we can honour our money back guarantee when your
experience with us is bound to involve some awkwardness, maybe even pain,
through no fault of our Scene Facilitator. The truth is that you are bound to
be disappointed. And as much as I’d like to help you, this is a business and we
do not fulfill women’s fantasies
pro bono
.” She stood up and smiled coolly
down at Mona. “Now, best of luck with your deflowering. I’m sure you’ll find a
man who is more than happy to help you with your situation.” She stepped out
from behind her massive marble-topped desk and began walking towards the door,
already thinking about her lunch appointment with her brother.

Mona, however,
wasn’t ready to be dismissed. She stayed put and stared out the window at the
awe-inspiring view of downtown Vancouver. It was a clear day, for once, and the
snowy peaks of the Rocky Mountains were visible above the roofs of the smaller
surrounding buildings.

“Miss Porter?”
Elizabeth turned back when she realized her client wasn’t following her to the
lobby

“I’m sorry. I
think that came out wrong.” Mona said softly, looking down at the emerald green
clutch in her lap. “I didn’t mean to imply that I expected losing my virginity
to be without some discomfort. I realize that’s impossible. Multiple orgasms
the first time out only happens in bodice ripper novels. I’m aware of that.” She
turned her head and gave Elizabeth a beseeching look. “But what you can provide
is an experience which is as close to every woman’s fairy tale honeymoon
fantasy as possible. I want some gorgeous, incredibly sexy guy to pretend he’s
crazy about me. But more than that, I don’t want the person I’m with to treat
my virginity like a disease. Is that too much to ask? Can you help me?”

Elizabeth felt
herself softening. Perhaps Mona wasn`t looking to take advantage of DOV`s generous
guarantee after all.

 She slowly
walked back to her desk and re-opened Mona’s folder. “No. I don’t think that’s
too much to ask. But you understand my position? I really can’t promise this
won’t be a huge disappointment to you. The odds are that you will walk away
feeling cheated somehow. As a result, I can’t in good conscience guarantee your
complete satisfaction. Our Scene Facilitators are excellent at what they do but
they aren’t magicians. Do you understand what I’m telling you?”

Mona nodded
eagerly. “Yes. You’re saying that there won’t be any refunds if this is a
complete disaster.”

“Exactly.”

“Will it? Be a
disaster, do you think?”

Elizabeth sat
back down and studied Mona carefully. “Well, no, I don’t think it will be
disastrous in the slightest. Provided you commit to the fantasy and stay in
character.” She flipped a page and read for a moment. “You’ll be playing a
bride in love with her new husband, escaping to the island of Maui to
consummate your marriage. Is that correct?”

Mona nodded
eagerly. “Yes, that’s it exactly. I’ve waited a long time for this and I want
it to be as close to ideal as possible.”

“No special
requests?”

“Like what?”

Elizabeth
shrugged one slim shoulder. “Well, we can provide pretty much anything. After
your initiation into the carnal arts you’ll have a few days to enjoy the island
and explore your sexuality. Or were you expecting your fantasy to end as soon
as your purpose is fulfilled?”

Mona’s frowned.
“I hadn’t really thought about that. Can we leave my options open?”

“Of course. It’s
completely up to you. Your Scene Facilitator can make a hasty exit or he can
stay and explore the scenario further if you’d like. The resort we use offers
complete privacy and is accustomed to our more outlandish requests. From
something as mundane as a couples massage to a volcano virgin sacrifice, we can
make your darkest wish a reality.”

Mona’s eyes
widened in disbelief. “A volcano sacrifice? Seriously? Who would want that?”

Elizabeth
chuckled at Mona’s shocked expression. “Well, in that particular case the
client wasn’t an actual virgin. And the fantasy culminated with her having sex
with several brawny natives instead of being thrown into the volcano, but you
get the idea.”

Mona blinked
several times. “Wow. I had no idea. I confess, I really hadn’t thought of the
aftermath. Am I crazy to be doing this, do you think? Should I just go back to
dating and hope I find a guy who doesn’t give a rat’s ass about my stupid
virginity?”

“I don’t think
you’re crazy at all, but just to play devil’s advocate, why come here? You’re
very attractive and confident. I’m sure you could have a one-night stand with just
about any single man you meet. Problem solved. Why go to all this trouble and
expense?”

Mona shrugged. “I’ve
tried that. Well, sort of. But a part of me feels like I shouldn’t have to hide
the fact that I’m a virgin. And that’s what I’d be doing if I slept with the
first anonymous guy willing to spend the night with me. I’ve waited this long.
It should be special, shouldn’t it? Even if I have to pay for it?”