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.
Chapter Three
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.
Ahead of her and on the right, there was a red barn. As she drew closer, she saw the smiling cow. This was it. She pulled over to the side of the road to get her bearings and slow her elevated heart rate.
Calm demeanor in place, she put the car back in gear and drove past the shiny red barn until she came to a gated driveway several miles up the road. The gate was open, so she slowly drove up the winding road until she came to a massive, modern stable surrounded by several empty, fenced pastures. No one appeared to be around, but she was early, as usual. She liked to have time to get organized before a meeting. Even one as unorthodox as this one.
She couldn't help but notice how modern and tidy this building was compared to the musky, dilapidated shack her family had used to shelter their two mangy horses and single milk cow. This stable looked like it could comfortably house a race track full of thoroughbreds, and a few people as well. Jake never would have left if they'd had a place like this. Instead, the cruel Alberta winter had forced him back to his family, at least for awhile. Until he'd run away and never been seen in their shabby little town again.
Kayla shook her head to ward off the ancient memories. She needed to stop thinking of Jake and focus on what was about to happen. Pulling up behind the stable, she parked and took a deep breath to calm herself again. She yanked the vanity mirror attached to her car's visor open and reached for the small, black lace mask on the seat behind her. Donning it, she admired her reflection for a moment. She had expected to feel foolish wearing something so dramatic, but instead she looked mysterious and sexy, even in the bright afternoon sunshine.
Next, she smoothed on the platinum wig and was surprised at how the chin-length bob accentuated her high cheek bones and lush mouth. She looked like another person. A woman quite comfortable living out her fantasy, rather than the tight-ass she'd become. Exactly the look she was going for. If the video of her adventure today somehow ended up in the wrong hands she was certain no one would recognize her. She barely recognized herself.
Stepping out of the car, she glanced down and yanked at the hem of her denim skirt until it covered a decent amount of thigh. No one was there to see her practically exposing herself, but she felt embarrassed by the immodest display anyway. She was used to being firmly buttoned up from knee to neck. She hadn't worn this particular skirt since high school, and had forgotten how it had a tendency to ride up until her panties were practically visible. She had loved this particular item of clothing back then. Loved how it and her red cowboy boots had gotten her so much attention. Not from Jake, but from every other guy in the county. Her white off-the-shoulder peasant blouse, with strapless bra beneath, completed her country look. She was strangely comfortable in these clothes, considering she had been trapped in restrictive fitted skirts and high heels for the past six years.
