Kayla's Cowboy Fantasy (Delta of Venus Inc.) (11 page)

"She's incredible, isn't she? So in control and yet you can tell that there's a lot more going on beneath the surface. When can we set this up?" He leaned forward in his chair and reached for the red folder.

Elizabeth
snatched it back. "Are you sure you want to go ahead with this? You've been out of the field for a long time. Maybe you're not up to it, if you know what I mean." She glanced down at his lap meaningfully.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean? Of course I'm up to it. I'm not the walking hard-on I was when I started this place eight years ago, but I'm hardly in the market for, what did you call it? Erectile enhancement?" He glared at her and grabbed for the remote again.

Nick turned the wall-mounted monitor back on. A screen still appeared of Kayla and Elizabeth sitting across the desk from each other. He pressed the rewind button and watched as Kayla gracefully rose from her seated position and her ivory silk blouse gaped to reveal a hint of lace camisole. His softening cock immediately came to attention within the trousers of his Armani suit and he angled his lap away from
Elizabeth
so she wouldn't notice exactly how "up" to the task he was.

"I wasn't insulting your manly virility or whatever. I'm just wondering if you really are capable of maintaining the fantasy. Not only are you going to have to choke the chicken with someone watching, you're also going to have to do it in cowboy gear and in a public place. You haven't done this in years. And if you blow it, I'm going to have to issue a refund to that woman. And I swore that would never happen again."
Elizabeth
tapped the table for emphasis with one french-manicured fingernail.

"Choke the chicken? Seriously? Are you twelve? What happened to the oh-so-proper ice queen I just witnessed interviewing Kayla?"

"You know I have to put that on so the client will feel more comfortable. If I keep it impersonal, they feel less judged. And our success depends upon them feeling secure enough to reveal what they really want. You taught me that."

"Yes, but you've become eerily convincing as the robotic hostess. You remind me of the female cyborg in that Terminator movie."

"The Terminatrix? Gee. Thanks. I remind you of a half robot assassin sent from the future to destroy mankind." She rolled her eyes and raked one hand through her unruly blonde hair.

He chuckled. "Okay, maybe not that scary. But you have become a truly excellent actress. No one would believe how warm and human you are when you don't have your temperature dial turned down to frigid."

"Thanks. I think." She shrugged. "It's really fun. Not as fun as acting out the fantasies, I'm sure. But I do enjoy my little contribution to setting the scene. But seriously. This all seems like an awfully contrived way of staging a meeting with this woman. Couldn't you just bump into her at a bar and ask her for her number, like any other hot guy. I mean, look at you." She waved her hand at his body. "She'd be crazy to give you the boot if you put your moves on her."

"Thanks, but my moves are pretty rusty. Building an empire doesn't leave a lot of time for practice. Besides this woman is different. You didn't see her at this conference. At least five guys. We're talking Fortune 500 totally eligible bachelors. They all tried to get her attention and she shot them down like they were hobos or something. It was incredible. I've never seen a woman like this before."

"Let me get this straight. You staged all this." She touched the red folder. "Because you liked the way she rejected a bunch of other guys. You, my friend, are messed up."

"That's just part of it. There's something special about her. I've seen her at several other conferences over the years, and she's always so poised and knowledgeable. And the consensus among her coworkers is that she's tough as nails, but also uncompromisingly ethical and hard working."

Elizabeth
snorted. "Right. It's her ethics that are getting you all horned up. Not the fact that she's incredibly beautiful. And has the longest legs I've ever seen in my life."

He grinned wickedly. "Yeah. That certainly doesn't hurt."

"So, what do you imagine happening after you fulfill her fantasy? Are you thinking that she'll be perfectly fine with you being a penis for hire? And you'll move to the suburbs and live happily ever after? Buy a dog and a min-van? Open an erotic bakery?"

"I prefer the term 'Scene Facilitator' to hired penis. But maybe she'll be okay with my past. I mean, if I prove to her that I can be everything she wants, then maybe she'll be flattered that I went to so much trouble. And we can take it from there."

"Wow. You are delusional. What if she thinks it's totally creepy that you impersonated a prostitute to get into her panties? It kind of takes stalking to a whole new level, don't you think? Plus, she has to pay ten grand to be the object of your fantasies instead of the other way around. Not exactly your typical romantic comedy. Horror flick maybe."

"It's not that bad. And to be fair, she will get everything she wants. Believe me, jerking off for her while wearing a Stetson isn't high on my list of fantasies. Besides, you know we'll be returning the cheque, right? I know it goes against your greedy little instincts, but we can't accept money from her."

"What?" She squawked. "You mean I just let her insult me for free? Are you kidding me? You are so lucky I'm a romantic at heart."

"Clearly, you are Cupid personified," Nick said dryly. "But you will return the cheque, right?"

"Yeah. Yeah. But I really don't see this going beyond the scenario. That woman is not the hearts and flowers type. She's all business. I'm frankly shocked that she even called us. What made you think she would take the bait anyway?"

"I don't know. She reminds me of those women. You know the ones who got me started in this business."

"The horny housewives who paid you to take care of their horses just so they could ogle your manly assets."

"Don't forget. I was an excellent trainer. But yeah. They were lonely. And trapped. I think they saw me as some kind of escape from what their lives had become. I'll bet she feels a little trapped too. Not by neglectful husbands like those ladies, but by her circumstances and that antagonistic personality she's created to keep people at bay. Maybe I can help her with that. Even if she doesn't want to see me afterwards."

"So, you're going to rescue her with your magic wand?"
Elizabeth
asked sarcastically, looking meaningfully at his lap again.

"So to speak. But what's the harm? She gets her fantasy. And I get a chance to get to know her better. Maybe she really is as hard as she seems and I won't be able to crack that shell. But at least this way, there's a chance she'll show me another side to her. She'd just shoot me down if I offered to buy her a drink or brought her some flowers or something lame like that. At least this way, I'm putting in some real effort."

"I wish you luck. I really do." She sounded completely insincere. "But you know you're going to get your ass handed to you, right?"

"Your faith in me is touching."

"It's not a question of faith in you. If anyone could turn that woman into a mushy, lovesick, girlie-girl, it would be you. But she's just not the type to be wooed. No matter how elaborate the plan. She has her priorities firmly set on her career. First, last, and always."

"You know that? What? After one meeting?"

"What can I tell you? It takes one workaholic, ball-breaker to recognize another."

"Maybe. But why can't she be both ambitious and hopelessly in lust with me? They're not mutually exclusive, you know. And I like the fact that she's driven and independent. And I totally believe that woman can be successful without totally giving up her personal life. Maybe someday even you'll come across someone who inspires you to put work aside once in awhile."

She snorted again. "Doubtful. My work is way more exciting than dating some loser. Besides, working here I've encountered some of the most irresistible men imaginable, and not a single one made me go soft."

"What about Damien? Seems to me he came pretty close."

Her lips thinned in irritation. "You just had to bring that up, didn't you? That was a complete anomaly. I had a crush for a few days. It was nothing. I was young and stupid. And I think I may have had the flu that week anyway. Besides, he was a terrible SF. Couldn't play submissive to save his life. We had to let him go and now I have no idea where he is. And I don't even care."

"Uh huh. I can see that." Nick looked innocently at her, but his lips were turned up in an irritating grin.

"Let's just focus on you. And the fact that you seem to have no problem with using my business as your own personal dating service."

"Your business? Did I lose some of my shares? I thought this was my business."

"You haven't bothered with the fantasy fulfillment branches for years. You've been so busy dominating the adult novelty world that you've forgotten where it all started. Besides, if my last quarterly report is any indication, then you should be thrilled with how I've been managing my business. You just stick to the dildos, thongs and dirty magazines, and leave the real work to me."

"Touchy, touchy. The profits from those dildos, thongs, and dirty movies make your quarterly report look like a kid's paper route money, so I wouldn't scoff at them too much. But I do miss it. The creative aspect of what we do here."

"Bullshit. You miss being part of women's fantasies."

"Okay. I admit it. I haven't really come across anything more erotic that real women living out their deepest desires. It's heady stuff. A real rush. Which is part of the reason I got out. It can become highly addictive."

"So, why come back now? It's not too late. I can get Carlos to wear some chaps and put on a great boner dance for her. You don't want to risk having to go into fantasy rehab, do you?"

He chuckled. "Carlos? Are you kidding me? That Neanderthal?"

"He's so hot, she may not even notice that he can't act to save his life. I'll just tell him not to talk too much. And then you can go back to
Seattle
and forget all about that woman."

"You really would prefer it if I stayed away, wouldn't you?"

"Don't get me wrong. I'm glad to see you. It's been way too long. But I think indulging yourself with this woman is a mistake. Not only are you going to get rejected, big time. But I'm concerned that she may not appreciate the deception. And that is one woman we definitely do not want to cross."

"You're paranoid."

"No, I'm practical. Let me call Carlos, and see if he's available." She reached for the phone on the conference room table.

He reached out and grabbed her hand before she could pick up the handset. "Nope. I want to go ahead with it." He let go of her hand and glanced down for a moment as if embarrassed. Then he focused his bright blue intelligent gaze on her. "I can't stop thinking about her. I know it's ridiculous. How can I be fixated on a complete stranger? A guy like me who sold himself for years should be immune to infatuation, right? I thought so too. But apparently I was wrong. I need this." He waited for her response. He could force her to do as he wanted if he had to, but would prefer her cooperation. He respected her too much to try and bully her. Even if she was a complete pain in the ass.

"Alright. But if this turns ugly, remember that I knew nothing of your previous association with her. You just came in to cover when we had a cancellation. I didn't know you had orchestrated this, okay?"

He shook her outstretched hand, and leaned forward to give her a quick peck on the cheek. "Agreed. But I doubt it will come to that. She's going to have a great time. And you'll have yet another very satisfied customer."
 

Elizabeth
rolled her eyes and gave him an exasperated look. "If you guys do manage to get together, I hope you've given some thought to what you're going to tell your grandchildren about how you met. Pretending to be her masturbating man-whore does not make for a cute story."

He laughed and grabbed for the folder again. "I'm sure we'll come up with something a little more PG-rated. Now, do I actually have to wear a cowboy hat for this? And why, exactly, did you encourage her to experiment with some spanking? You know that's not my thing. If I get her ass naked, the last thing I want to do is bruise it."

"What can I tell you?" She shrugged. "That woman needs a good spanking. And this is supposed to be about her needs. Not yours. I know you're out of practice and Lord knows you're not getting any younger but you need to remember that. So, give her a good show, and try to let her take the lead if she seems into that. Okay?"

He raised an eyebrow at her. "This isn't exactly my first day at the rodeo, you know."

She threw her hands up. "I know. I know. But I can't help it. I worry.

Nick smiled gently at her. "Stop worrying. And explain to me why you think she needs this particular fantasy. It seems so out of character from what I've seen of her."

"Well, I'm not psychic or anything, but I think she's obsessed with someone from her past. Someone very unlike you." She made a sweeping gesture towards him and wrinkled her nose like she smelled something unpleasant.

Nick looked down at his expensive clothing and shiny, polished loafers. "What's wrong with the way I look? Everyone at Anin Industries dresses just like this. I can't exactly show up at a Board Meeting in cut offs and a mesh shirt."