What To Read After FSOG: The Gemstone Collection Part Two (202 page)

“While we do offer a version of sexual fantasy, the people that pay for our services don’t pay for sex.” His beautiful lips lifted in a smirk. “Of course if our clients decide to take it further, that’s at their discretion and we can’t be held accountable for those actions.”

This was throwing up another red flag. The call girl services in town were able to fly under the radar by calling themselves a dating industry, but everyone knew what really happened behind closed doors. “Perhaps you’d explain the sexual fantasies you offer.” Before I got up and walked out that door hating myself for turning down such a great financial opportunity.

“To put it bluntly, whatever fantasy the client chooses. Bondage or sadomasochism, playing out roles from a romance novel, cowboys, Harem scenes, you name it and we bring their desires to life. We have decorators that arrange the scene rooms, and I guess you could call them actors or actresses that help them live out the fantasy.”

Definitely not what I’d been expecting and honestly I was intrigued. “So you’re saying these fantasies don’t have to contain sex? It sounds like every one of those could end up being sexual in nature.” It actually sounded like something I wouldn’t mind trying for myself and didn’t that make me a hypocrite? Without the sex of course, but I could see myself paying to act out a scene where I got to berate my ex-boss for being the backstabbing little weasel he was.

“What I’m saying is we bring fantasies to life in whatever capacity our clients ask for, but it’s not always about sexual pleasure. For instance, a recent scene was nothing more than a customer being treated like an infant while our actress mothered him. People all have different needs, Ms. Summers, at Fantasy’s we offer them the opportunity to live them out. You’d be surprised how many older women just want to have some handsome young man pamper them with a day spa scenario while telling them how attractive they still are.”

“So why do you need me?” I was having a hard time understanding how a paralegal could help in the creation of developing a fantasy role-play scenario.

“Actually your job will be very important. Each of our clients have certain expectations from what they want in a scene. We’ve discovered that having all those needs addressed in a contract beforehand makes things run more smoothly. I will say up front that this won’t be like contracts you’ve helped prepare for clients in the past. Since there is a form of sexuality involved, each action needs to be addressed before things move forward so we don’t inadvertently cross a line that would make our customers regret their decision.”

“I’m curious, how much does a client pay for this service?” It really was none of my business but I was truly interested. I told myself not for personal reasons, but the scene with the ex-boss did come to mind.

“It’s a flat fee of ten thousand dollars and then the yearly membership fee. Since we cater to a specific crowd a donation of twenty thousand a year covers our operational needs.”

I almost fell out of my chair at the amount. “That explains how you can afford my salary.” Holy shit that was a lot of money! My mouth gaped open and I hurriedly closed it.

“Employees get a discount though.” He was laughing at me now and I knew he’d perceived my interest.

I had to get things back on a professional level. “I’ll admit this is an interesting offer.” Interesting wasn’t really the word, exciting fit better. “Honestly I wouldn’t have any clue on how to talk to clients about their, um, desires?”

“That’s why I invited Rachel in with us.” I’d forgotten she was even in the room as I watched him speak. The man really was too sensual for words. “She’s been with us a few years and can give you all the background you’ll need to decipher a client’s needs. We’ve also comprised a portfolio of some of the more common fantasies and what questions need to be addressed. As always myself, or any of the other partners are available if you get stuck.”

“I’ll enjoy being able to discuss some of the incredible things that happen here with someone finally.” Rachel was grinning at me and I knew she was just excited as I was about working together.

“As long as you remember that our clients expect complete confidentiality.” Samson gave her a menacing look and I felt it roll over me even though it was directed at her.

“Of course, Sir. I would never reveal your secrets.” Rachel being humble? I had to figure out how he managed that one since she outmaneuvered me on a daily basis and always seem to be one step ahead.

His expression relaxed immediately and he turned those devastating grey eyes back on me. “So Ms. Summers, will you be joining us at Fantasy’s?”

How the hell did any woman say no to this man? I had the feeling most women didn’t, and if the gossip rags were to be believed, he had a harem of his own willing to indulge him. “I think I will Mr. Harold.” Forcing my own desires back, I knew I needed to remember this man was my boss and I couldn’t allow myself to think of him that way.

“Wonderful. I have a three month back log of potential clients waiting so you can start as soon as you’d like.” If circumstance had been different I would have taken more time to consider employment here. As it was I needed the income so if there was a possibility I could do this job, I had to take it.

“Thank you for the opportunity Mr. Harold. If it suits you I can start tomorrow morning?” I reached out my hand to shake, and the warmth of his gave me a rush. I refused to let myself think about the instant attraction I felt toward him.

“That sounds good. My secretary will have your employment papers waiting at the desk tomorrow morning at eight. Oh. While I appreciate Rachel’s attire for her position, I think casual corporate might be more suited for your job title.”

The smirk on his face made me flush and I nodded feeling a tad insecure as he glanced over my person. “I’ll remember that, Sir.” I wanted to explain how I normally didn’t dress this way but he didn’t seem like the type that accepted excuses. Instead for possibly the first time in my life, I used my mouth filter and kept silent.

“I’ll walk you ladies to the elevator. Rachel make sure you give her the code to enter the building tomorrow.” We followed him out of the office and down the hall to the elevator. “Go over the type of scenarios with her tonight as well, I’ll make sure a bonus appears on your check.”

“Yes Sir. I think we’ll have a great girl’s night discussing that topic.” Rachel was giggling and immediately Samson’s face tensed. “With respect to the clients of course, Sir.”

“Of course.” Samson hit the ground floor button and silence filled the small space as we rode down. He didn’t speak again until it came to a stop. “Have a nice evening Ms. Summers.” With a small smile he walked off leaving Rachel to lead me out the exit.

She chatted excitedly on the way home and I was struck with how different our personalities were. Rachel and I had been best friends since high school but we were as different as night and day. While she was outgoing and a magnet for the men, I was usually more reserved and the girl who never got asked out. I lived vicariously through her during junior college and we’d moved in together after graduation.

I guess she was the yin to my yang and vice versa because while we were polar opposites, our friendship was the kind that was meant to stand the test of time. I’d only dated one guy and when he broke my heart, it was Rachel that pushed my ass out of the depression I’d let myself drown in for almost a year after the fact.

She drug me to parties on campus when I wanted to sit in my room and sulk. Finding out the only guy you’d ever loved fucked you to get initiated into a fraternity did something to a girl. Without my best friend I would have become like those cat ladies you hear about.

It had taken him almost six months to convince me to give it up for him and it was the worst experience of my life. I had to give it to Brad, he was one hell of an actor. It took him telling me to my face that I sucked in bed and he no longer wanted to see me after he’d won a wager, for me to face the fact that he’d never loved me.

I didn’t do relationships now. Men were great eye candy but as far as trusting one in that capacity again? Not in this lifetime. The way I saw it, sex wasn’t worth the price you paid and women that enjoyed it were just lying to themselves.

“I can’t believe you’re working for Fantasy’s!” Her words pulled me out of the funk I always felt when I remembered Brad. We’d just pulled up at our apartment and Rachel paid off the fare. I hated that she was bucking the costs for everything these days, but at least soon I’d be able to pay her back. “I say we celebrate and order in Chinese!”

Her excitement was contagious, and instantly I was drawn out of my walk down memory lane. “I’m already so in debt to you, you’ll own my first paycheck.”

“Hell girl, you’re making more than I am now. I say we celebrate!” Giggling as we walked into the building, I knew this is why I loved her so much. Nothing phased Rachel. Other than Samson. I’d noticed how her demeanor changed instantly when he was around.

“Okay, but the minute I get paid I’m taking you out for steaks.” That had been our weekly treat to ourselves before I was fired, and I missed that hunk of beef.

“Deal! You know I don’t mind springing for that if you’d rather?” I’d stopped the weekly treat because it wasn’t fair for her to fork over so much money.

“Two weeks. I think we can live without it a little longer.” Grinning, I pushed the elevator button. I was really excited about the new job even though I had no idea what I was really in for. Asking me to set up contracts for a person’s fantasies was like suggesting a nun become a stripper.

“We really do need to go over what happens at Fantasy’s. Chinese will be better, we can talk while we wait.” We got off on the second floor and walked to our apartment. For the first time in weeks I felt life wasn’t spinning out of control.

“I have a feeling I’m about to get an education.” Pulling the keys out of my purse, I unlocked the door and walked inside.

“You have no idea!” The way she was laughing told me I was in for an awakening.

My reserved side was cringing at the thought, but the part of me that had pushed back all thoughts of sensuality was curious. Maybe this was just what I needed to stop thinking about the turn my life had recently taken. More excited than I can remember being in forever I pulled a bottle of our favorite wine out of the fridge, poured up two glasses, and went to sit on the couch while she ordered our meal.

Eye Opener

O
ne box of Moo Goo Gai Pan and half a bottle of wine later, my eyes were still wide as Rachel explained the kinky shit that went on at Fantasy’s. I wasn’t a mental prude, living with her had definitely opened my eyes about the world of sexuality I was missing. Still, some of the scenarios she defined blew my mind.

“So a client actually wanted to be ravished by an alien? No offense but some slimy creature with tentacles sounds more like a nightmare than a fantasy.” Taking a deep gulp of my wine, I couldn’t repress a shudder.

“You really should read some science fiction romance once in a while.” Rachel was giggling at my expression. “There’s some totally hot alien guys out there with human features and I guess you’d say interesting anatomy.”

When she went into an explanation about their sexual parts I almost choked on my drink. Having some creature bigger than a horse stuffing himself inside my body just didn’t appeal. “Yeah, I think I’ll wait for the movie.” Not!

“Okay. Okay. Maybe you’re right. But you have to admit being a smorgasbord feast for hunky men, isn’t bad. Just think about all those sexy men eating off you. Even you have to find that tempting.”

Groaning at the disturbing thought, I shook my head. “Sorry Rachel I don’t think guys using me as serving platter would be a big turn on.” Obviously I had some major hang-ups because having a guy go downtown from the place where I bled? I couldn’t even imagine why a man would want to or how the woman didn’t worry that she smelled funny when he did it.

“You know you might as well be a virgin.” Rachel rolled her eyes at me and sighed. “Having a guy eat your pussy is one of the most amazing things you’ll ever feel.”

“Uh. Yeah, no.” I didn’t even mind her bad girl talk anymore, so I had opened up a lot in the last few years, but thinking of sexuality that way? I wasn’t ready for that.

“One of these days you’re going to take a chance again and forget what that dickwad did to you. Sex is really enjoyable, Zoey, you don’t know what you’re missing.” She filled our wine glasses to the brim, and gave me a look of regret.

We didn’t talk about him. It was a girl code rule with us. “Don’t start, Rach.” I would never forget that painful night as long as I lived and any talk of it just made me remember. Standing up, I downed my glass of wine before putting away our food containers. It was already after midnight and I needed to get some rest before starting my new job.

“Damn it, Zoey! You need to talk about it. Letting that shit simmer in your brain is doing nothing but keeping you from enjoying a healthy sex life.” Rachel stood up and helped me clear the table.