Jasmine Plays Her Hand (Fantasy Guild No. 1) (2 page)

The others agreed readily. Layla smiled and
waved aside their enthusiastic acceptance.

“The Fantasy Guild it is then,” Jasmine said.
“Some members aren’t present. They’re seriously going to be p-o’d
that they didn’t come tonight.”

“That’s okay,” Cynthia said. “I’ll call and
fill them in on everything. For now, I think Jasmine should be the
acting president of the new club. What do you all say?”

Everyone agreed.

“Good.” Jasmine’s expression sobered. “I
accept the position of acting president. And I offer myself as the
test subject of the new club. I’m going to go out and get myself in
a gangbang, or,” she winked at several members, “fantasy group
encounter, if it’s the last thing I do!”

The ladies smiled at one another. Jasmine was
a beautiful, powerful woman, and they had no doubt that she’d get
precisely what she wanted, no more, no less.

“And then you’ll come tell us chickens all
about it,” said Margie.

“Exactly,” said Jasmine.

The club members hadn’t been this excited in
a long time. Someone they knew was going to live out the fantasies
they had only dared read about.

It was a heady, exhilarating evening — the
night the Fantasy Guild was formed.

Chapter 2

Jasmine, ever true and focused once she set
her mind on a task, wasted no time in forming a plan of action. She
needed men, a number of men, all of whom were adventurous and could
be trusted to behave themselves within reason.

They should be good looking, of course, and
should be in a range of ages for variety’s sake, though not too old
or too young. Naturally, physical fitness was a pre-requisite.

Jasmine had in mind any number of gangbang
fantasies that she and her fellow guild members might want to play
out, so it would be helpful if the men were capable actors. They
didn’t need to be great actors, just competent ones who wouldn’t
get flustered if they were asked, for example, to pretend to be
construction workers one week and doctors the next.

And they should be strong men who knew how to
take what they wanted while at the same time giving the woman what
she wanted, too. And they had to respect a healthy woman’s
sexuality. Just because Jasmine wanted to take part in group sex
didn’t mean she was a whore. Any man in her stable must honor that
fact.

She kicked around a few ideas then settled on
working the place that she thought would give her what she sought —
her fitness club. The next afternoon found her stepping onto her
favorite treadmill.

She had been flirting with one of the
handsome owners of her club for weeks. He wasn’t a personal trainer
but he always made a point of being nearby while she worked out. He
offered to spot her, or corrected her form, touched her as often as
a guise of helpful instruction would allow. Jasmine’s own trainer
never interfered since the man was the boss, not that Jasmine
necessarily wanted interference.

His name was Geoff, and he was built like a
Greek god, and was twice as handsome. He was a few years older than
Jasmine, in his mid-thirties, with dark hair and eyes and an olive
complexion. He was muscled, but not overly-so, and he towered over
her diminutive frame.

Most importantly, there was something about
him that made her trust him. She felt it the moment they met, a
connection of a sort she had rarely experienced.

Jasmine settled into her pace on the
treadmill and scoped the room for any sign of Geoff. Her heart gave
a thump when she spied him strolling through the glass doors and
surveying the surroundings. His gaze settled on her. He smiled, his
white teeth flashing.

She wondered why she kept him at bay, only
lightly returning his flirting but not encouraging him enough to
ask her out. Perhaps the Fantasy Guild was why. Maybe her
sub-conscious knew she was on the verge of doing something new and
exciting and Geoff would be the key to making her fantasies come
true.

Maybe.

She returned Geoff’s smile with a wide one of
her own, an obvious invitation that he couldn’t miss, nor ignore.
Few men would. If Geoff were god-like in his attractions, then
Jasmine was akin to a goddess, with her porcelain skin and thick
brunette hair, her delicate features and long-limbed form. No, men
generally couldn’t ignore Jasmine.

Geoff wound his way through the equipment and
came to stand beside Jasmine’s treadmill. He looked at her speed
setting and joked that she was taking it easy today.

Jasmine told him her trainer wasn’t in, and
asked if he’d mind guiding her for a while. He agreed
instantly.

Over the course of the next thirty minutes,
Jasmine and Geoff played their roles, flirting more heavily than
ever before, the intensity raised by Jasmine. She suggested he
introduce her to a machine in the corner of a nearly-vacant weight
room. If she spoke softly, no one would overhear what she had to
say.

Geoff stood in front of her, raising her arms
and placing her hands around a bar. He had her spread her legs, and
she knew he was looking at the narrow band of fabric covering her
most private parts.

There was no time like the present. She
lowered her arms and looked him in the eyes. “I don’t really want
to use this machine. I actually wanted to talk to you.”

“Oh?” He grinned, all sexy and manly
hopeful.

She patted the bench next to her. He sat down
and she turned to face him.

“I have a proposition for you,” she said.

“Best news I’ve heard all day.”

“I think so. I want to have sex with
you.”

He blinked. “Okay. Now?”

“No, not right now.”

“That’s too bad.”

“I know. But that’s not all of my
proposition.”

“Do tell.”

“I am. Here’s the thing. I’m looking for
something out of the ordinary. I have exotic tastes, you might
say.”

“You like women, too? I’m up for
threesomes.”

“No. Though I am talking multiple partners.
I’m looking for a ... well ... to be blunt ... a gangbang.”

His eyebrows shot up. “I’m sorry. I don’t
think I heard that right. You said you want a gangbang?”

“Exactly. As in lots of men, all having sex
with me at the same time. Well, not at the exact same time. That
would be impossible. You know what I mean.”

“Damn. I guess I do.”

She scrunched up her nose. “If you’re not
interested, I’d understand. No biggie.”

“Give me a minute. I’m still trying to wrap
my head around this thing. It’s not every day that I’m asked to be
in a gangbang.”

“What’s the big deal? I mean, once you get
past the surprise of it. I thought you might be interested in
helping me out. I need someone with connections to lots of other
men, someone who can find the right guys for the job. I’ll be
needing a number of different types. If they can act, that would be
a plus.”

“How many men, exactly, are you wanting to
gangbang you?” He asked the question with a tone of disbelief.

“Oh, they wouldn’t all be for me. Some would
be for the other members of the Fantasy Guild.”

“Of course they would.” He gave her a long,
slow look. “You’re making no sense.”

“Yeah, sorry about that.”

Over the next few minutes, Jasmine filled
Geoff in on the details of her new club, how it was formed and what
it might become with the right men involved.

The longer Jasmine spoke, the more Geoff lost
his expression of disbelief and the more he appeared to be
considering possibilities.

“You seem to be a popular guy,” Jasmine said
after she finished her backstory. “I thought you’d be perfect to
help organize a group of men who would be open-minded with this
thing and could be trusted to behave themselves.”

“And you’re going to be the first club member
to, er, go?”

“That’s right. I’m the test case.”

He slowly perused her form, his gaze pausing
on her breasts, her flat stomach and long, shapely legs. “I don’t
think I’ll have any trouble finding men who’d want to be with
you.”

“You don’t mind, do you? That I’ve
propositioned you? I mean, that I just want to have sex with you
and your friends and I don’t really want to be your
girlfriend?”

“Are the two mutually exclusive?”

She paused, thought for a moment. “I assumed
they would be.”

“Never assume anything,” he said with a
cryptic expression. “You can’t know what lurks inside a man.”

She raised her eyebrows, experienced a tiny
jolt at his intensity, but ultimately didn’t appreciate the serious
turn of the conversation. “So anyway, let’s not over-think this
thing. Right now all we need is you and four discreet others to
begin my fantasy. Is it possible, do you think?”

His expression cleared. “Yeah, I think so. I
know some men who might fit the bill. Any particulars about who and
what you want? What, exactly, is your fantasy?”

She glanced around the room, checking for the
twentieth time to make sure no one was listening in. She looked at
Geoff’s handsome face and began to explain the specifics of what
she wanted for her first multi-partner experience.

When she finished, he eyed her lazily and
gave her a sexy grin. He stood up and asked, “This weekend soon
enough for you?”

She nodded.

He reached down and ran his thumb down her
cheek and lightly over her bottom lip. “I’ll call you by Thursday
evening to let you know the progress.”

She shivered under his touch, and more-so
under the way he looked at her, the expectation in his dark eyes.
“I’ll make all the other plans, rent the room and so on.”

“As you wish. Until then.” And without
another word, he turned and left her sitting there.

She swallowed hard. She had done it. She had
asked and Geoff had agreed to help make it happen for her. Geoff
had always been hot, but something had happened in the last few
minutes that made him blazingly hotter than before.

Desire. That was it. If she wasn’t mistaken,
he wanted her more now than he had wanted her before.

Oh, that didn’t seem likely. Anyway, it
didn’t matter. She wanted him for sex purposes only.

She mentally shook herself. Wow. A gangbang.
Soon.

He’d better call her.

He did call her, on Thursday, exactly as
promised. She marveled at how much deeper his voice sounded over
the phone than it did in person, delighting her so much that she
nearly missed what he said, not that there was much of it to
hear.

He said hello, then, “It’s all set up for
Saturday night. There’ll be five of us. E-mail me the location and
time. We’ll be there.”

“Okay, thanks, I —”

“See you then.” And he hung up.

She stared at her silent phone, her heart
thumping in her chest, her breath shallow. It was on. It was going
to happen.

A flutter passed from her clitoris through
her belly. Two days.

Fantasy time.

Five men.

One woman.

Her.

Holy shit.

Chapter 3

Jasmine fidgeted nervously while she waited
in the living area of the large suite. She glanced around the
place. Yes, everything was in order.

It was a lovely suite, with modern
furnishings and a clean, chic look, well worth every penny she had
spent to have it for the night. The money didn’t matter anyway. She
was a successful woman with a good-paying career in pharmaceutical
sales. No, money wasn’t an issue. It was more important that
everything be right.

And it was; she’d spent several hours that
day making certain of it. She looked over at the round table she
had set up with all the paraphernalia the men would need to enact
her fantasy. Everything was in place, she knew, as was everything
in the kitchenette.

Jasmine smoothed back her hair, an
unnecessary act since it was already in place, slick and shiny,
pulled into a small, sleek brunette bun at the base of her head.
She adjusted the neckline of her low-cut blouse, ensuring once more
that the appropriate amount of cleavage was on display. There was
no bra under the tight shirt.

She tugged at her shockingly short skirt.
Yep, still short.

She checked the clock on the wall. Almost
eight o’clock. Almost time. Her heart pounded and she felt shaky in
her stilettos. Was that a noise she heard at the door?

Then the handle was turning and the door
swung open. And the men walked into the suite.

The play had begun.

Jasmine smiled graciously at them and nodded
her head in greeting. Geoff was looking extremely attractive in a
dark suit with an open-collared shirt. She noted the twinkle in his
eyes and the appreciative way he perused her figure.

Two other men were dressed in suits similar
to Geoff, one man in his forties and one close in age to Geoff,
both of them nice-looking and clean cut.