“I’m still not sure. Doesn’t this seem fairly extreme? Maybe I should try internet or speed dating first. Isn’t that what women do today when they want a man?”
“Those methods are all excellent options for someone looking for a mate or even a tryst. You, however, are looking to live out a fantasy. I suppose you could post some kind of tawdry advertisement on the internet.” Miss Bright waved one elegant manicured hand at the stream-lined computer monitor sitting to one side of her desk. “But who knows how long that would take or what kind of individual you might attract. And you still wouldn’t be completely in control. Whoever answered your ad might not want to play by your rules. Besides, those methods really don’t seem consistent with your nature. You’ve become a very successful business woman by employing the most direct and efficient route possible to attain your goals. I really don’t see why this should be any different. Do you?”
This annoyingly calm woman made an excellent point. Kayla had come from nothing and achieved everything she had ever wanted by the relatively young age of thirty-four. Through determination and hard work she had escaped the mediocrity she had felt was her destiny, and had never let indecisiveness enter her thought process. She was a woman of action and logic, not emotion. Never emotion.
Unfortunately, one can deny their humanity for only so long. And lately, it had become fairly obvious to Kayla that she needed more than just work to satisfy her. She was lonely, bored and unfulfilled. Not to mention, horny as hell. If she could just live out this one fantasy, the one that had plagued her since she was a teenager, she was convinced that she could move on with her life and maybe pursue some more conventional dating methods. Find someone suitable to share her life with rather than a few sweaty hours attempting, unsuccessfully, to relive the past.
“Okay. I think I’m ready. Just one more question and then we can get down to the details.” Kayla reached across the desk and tapped the red folder with her own nail-bitten fingertips. “Isn’t this illegal? I mean, you are sort of a pimp, aren’t you? And your ‘Scene Facilitators’ are really just ridiculously expensive hookers, right?”
This sparked an actual laugh from Miss Bright, and it transformed her face into something lovely, warm, and almost human. “I’ve never actually thought of myself or them in those terms before, but I suppose that would be an accurate description of our elemental roles. And yes, soliciting for sex is illegal. A victimless crime, but a crime nonetheless in the eyes of our misguided legal system. Definitely illegal in Vancouver. In Nevada, however, where all monetary transactions will occur, prostitution is a very common service. So, you will be paying D.O.V. Inc., a consulting fee, and we will simply be providing you with an appointment time and a location where you will meet with one of our representatives for a consultation.”
Kayla frowned. “I’m going to end up in a cell with Big Bertha Bull-dyke, aren’t I?”
Miss Bright grinned wickedly. “Only if that’s your fantasy. And believe me we can arrange it. Otherwise, I can assure you that you are perfectly safe from prosecution. Some of our past clients are very powerful and affluent women. And they're diligent in ensuring that our little operation exists under the radar of the legal system. You see, their images would become extremely tarnished if their activities with us became public knowledge. So, really, you have nothing to worry about. Shall we proceed?”
“I think so. What do you need to know? Everything is there in my application, isn’t it? I’ve checked all the relevant boxes, haven’t I?”
Miss Bright took a pen and circled something on the page she was looking at. “Not quite. There are still some minor details to determine. For instance, it doesn’t say anything here about condoms. Do you have a preference? Ribbed? Lubricated? I assume Magnum-sized is a requirement?”
Kayla stared at her for a moment before answering. It was downright disconcerting shifting their discussion from dodging the law straight into penis size. She hoped her scene facilitator was a lot more proficient at foreplay than Miss Bright. “Magnum-sized?”
“Yes, of course. For the gentleman who is rather generously endowed?”
“Ummm… let’s check that box. Definitely. But generous for a normal adult human male. Not for a rhinoceros or a sperm whale, right? In case I need to work the next day. I don’t want to be walking funny.”
This time Miss Bright actually giggled. “Our Scene Facilitators are usually limited to the human race, so no worries regarding adding bestiality to you list of legal transgressions.”
Kayla couldn’t help it. She gaped in shock. “Seriously? Women actually come to you with fantasies about animals? Wow. My cowboy fantasy must seem ridiculously tame by comparison.”
“Not at all. Every fantasy is unique and fascinating. And when I refer to limiting our SFs to the human race, I didn’t mean that we would indulge a client who wishes to engage in intercourse with an animal. That wouldn’t be an option since a non-human could not give consent. We also do not cater to individuals with a taste for children. Not even the pretense. All scenarios are between consenting adults. Though not always completely human consenting adults.”
Kayla shook her head as if to clear it. “I thought you said no animals?”
“Well, with the popularity of all those vampire books and movies, we do occasionally stage scenarios with supernatural elements. We have one rather hairy SF who makes a passable werewolf. With some help from our make-up and prosthetics team, of course. And don’t forget alien abductions. Some women find an anal probe quite titillating.”
“Clearly, I had no idea of the range of services you provide.”
“We do enjoy a challenge, but most women are just looking to live out something they’ve coveted their whole lives, but haven’t had either the confidence or opportunity to pursue. For some that means experimenting with multiple partners, or individuals from a different race, or gender. For others, like you, it’s a situation that you may have encountered, but which has never been resolved. And you need to experience it to its logical conclusion so you can move on. To exorcise it, if you will.”
“How did you know that? Maybe I just have a thing for cowboys. Many women do. At least judging by all the romance novels featuring them.”
“Perhaps. But if that was the case, you would have just asked to simply have carnal relations with a man in a cowboy hat. Maybe some chaps. Instead, you’ve requested a very specific scenario where you, ‘secretly watch a tall, well-built ranch-hand pleasure himself.’ Is this correct?”
Kayla couldn’t help it. She blushed madly. Despite Miss Bright’s detached tone, her fantasy sounded positively twisted when said out loud. “Umm… Yes. That’s correct.”
Miss Bright tapped the page with her pen. “We seem to be lacking some detail here. The more specific you are, the more vivid we can make your fantasy. For instance, in your fantasy, does the ranch-hand find his release from masturbation alone? Or does he find it with you?”
Oh God. Was she actually talking about this with this icy stranger? But she didn’t see how she could avoid it if her fantasy was going to become a reality. “Hopefully, both. I mean, I would, uh, like to watch him finish. And then after he discovers I’ve been watching him…” She couldn’t say it. She couldn’t say, then I’d like him to fuck me, good, long, and very, very hard. This very proper woman before her seemed about as sexual as a robot. She couldn’t possibly know what it was like to hunger for the weight and heat of a man. His deep penetration and overwhelming, single-minded passion.
“You’d like him to become aroused again and provide you with multiple orgasms through oral and then vaginal sex? What about anal?”
Kayla just blinked for a moment. “I think I’d rather not check that box. Thanks. I’m not a prude about it, but I think that’s probably not part of my fantasy. Is it a common request?”
“Hardly. But it does come up every once in awhile. Some women are curious about it and don’t feel comfortable asking their regular partners because they think they’ll be judged. Or they don’t trust their partner’s competence in that particular brand of pleasure.”
“Okay then. No, to the anal. Is there anything else I need to tell you?”
“Actually, yes. You said you wanted the cowboy to discover you spying on him. What do you envision his reaction to be? Angry? Embarrassed? Playful?”
Kayla paused. What did she want his response to be? How would Jake have reacted? Funny, she’d never thought about that. She'd just imagined him kissing her at the time. Not how he would have felt about her watching him. As she grew older, and her fantasies regarding that day had grown more raunchy, kissing had turned into enthusiastic and gradually kinkier sex. But would he have been angry? Probably. He had definitely thought of her as a pest, not a sexual creature at all. But she had loved him with all her adolescent, angst-ridden heart.
