Kayla had to be honest and quit worrying about being judged. What did she have to be embarrassed about anyway? Sex is a biological function and people are driven by their need for it. Wanting it is normal. She’d been denying herself for so long that she’d become some kind of repressed, workaholic spinster. Pursuing her fantasy was probably the most human thing she’d done in awhile. She was finished with being ashamed of her desires.
Miss Bright nodded. “I think I know just the gentleman. You are in for a treat.”
“Really?” Kayla asked, eagerly. “You already have someone in mind?”
“Oh. Yes. He’ll be perfect. But I have one last question. Don’t you think he would want to punish you? Just a little. For watching him?”
Kayla’s eyes widened. Was this woman serious? Did she look like she wanted someone to hurt her? A masochist? “What are we talking about here? A firm nipple twist? Or cigarette burns on my ass? Definitely do not check that box.”
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 risque 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
