Free The Secret Fantasy Society by Vanessa Devereaux

 

     
     
Hewlett-Packard

     
     
     
     
    D on ’ t be too hasty with your judgment about re- gifting. This is the story of my first re - gift, and I hope , it ’ s not my last one … .

    Janice slid a gold envelope across the table. She’d invited me to lunch at her country club. It was the first time I’d been there. The place was pretty impressive with its over the top gold furnishings complete with a water fountain adorned with a cherub spitting out water from a trumpet. And not just plain tap water flowed from its mouth, but spa water that you could drink to your heart’s delight. This was how people like Janice lived every day.
    She was on her second glass of the famous beverage when the subject of my so far non-existent Christmas gift came up.
    “Re-gifting isn’t usually something I approve of but December was hectic for me so I didn’t have an option. However, I think you’ll love it.” She inched the envelope a few more inches toward me. “Well go ahead and open it.”
    Not sure what I’d find inside and sensing I might not like it, I let my hand hover over it. Knowing the people in Janice’s circle of friends, I guessed the odds were pretty good that it was a pair of tickets to the opera or ballet. But not to worry because I could always sell them and get something I really wanted.
    I lifted the envelope and slid out a white sheet of paper with gold embossing around its edges. It was a gift certificate for…just what the hell was The Secret Fantasy Society?
    Shit, maybe it ’ s a matchmaking service , which is the last thing I need.
    “Phoebe purchased it for me right before I met Stephen so I have no use for this sort of thing now. I immediately thought of you, so Happy Belated Holidays.”
    “So it’s a dating service?”
    “No, no, no. It’s one night of pure fantasy.”
    “One night.”
    Janice nodded as she took another sip of water. “You’re matched up with someone that meets your sexual fantasy. And I thought as you haven’t been out with anyone since—what over a year ago?—that you might enjoy it.”
    “It’s a sex club?”
    Janice nodded. “It’s perfect for you, because I’m sure your pussy is so tight that if you don’t get fucked soon, a guy will have to get some tongs to pry it open.”
    I swallowed and put my finger to my lip hoping that would silence Janice. I hoped that the two older women at the next table hadn’t heard any of her comments. Not that I’m a prude, just the opposite, but lately I’d been feeling depressed about my non-existent sex life.
    “You don’t have any problems fucking a stranger just for one night, do you?”
    I shook my head. With the dry spell I’d had, I’d probably keep him very busy.
    “Good, but there is one thing you should know. When Phoebe purchased it she did ask what my fantasy was, so it’s designed for me and can’t be changed to your tastes.”
    I opened my mouth, ready to ask her what that was exactly, but her cell phone rang. She raised her hand, which I knew meant she was going to take the call. She got up and walked away from the table as she spoke. Five minutes later she was back.
    “Sorry, I have to run because that was a client wanting to look at a new office property. I’ll pick up the tab for our lunch on my way out, but feel free to stay as long as you want. I’ve signed you in as my guest so you can use the pool and spa services too.”
    She kissed me on the cheek.
    “You haven’t told me what your fantasy was?” I asked.
    “That’s right, I almost forgot. I’ve embezzled money from the company. My boss has found out and now I have to pay the consequences. Call the number on the certificate and you can pick what day you’d like to use the service. I’ve heard all the guys fuck like a dream so I’ll want to hear all the sordid details. Bye.”
    She was gone before I could say a word. I tapped the gold envelope against my palm. Embezzling money…that was her fantasy. The way Janice threw money