Free The Summer House by Lee Moore Page B

eyes at a couple of guys sitting closer to the bar.
     
    “She sets up our accounts… hey, look at that guy,” she said, gesturing with her drink.
     
    “Go on, you lush,” I prodded.
     
    “And helps us set up our wants and fantasies.”
     
    “Fantasies?”
     
    “Yeah, and I’m going to sign up for one tonight… She’ll tell you about the levels, but I want a set of twin guys.  Girl, I didn’t know you had that kind of kink inside of you,” she said, breaking eye contact, watching a petite older redhead approach our table.
     
    “Janice, how nice to see you again,” she said as Janice rose and kissed her on the cheek.  Feeling like the third wheel, and not knowing protocol, I stood and offered my hand.
     
    “You must be the prospect, Carrie?” she asked me.
     
    I laughed, because nobody, and I mean nobody except my father, had called me that in years.
     
    “You can call me that if you changed my diapers, otherwise folks call me Caroline,” I told her, trying not to grin ear from ear.  Somehow, this lady put me at ease with just a glance.
     
    “So what brings you to Fantasy Inc.?” she asked me.
     
    “See… uh…. God, Jan, how do I explain this?”
     
    “Well, you could start out by telling her that you are a recent reformed virgin who had twin brothers and are looking for something bigger and better…”
     
    Melinda sputtered for a moment. “Wait, she’s not joking?”
     
    “No… One after the other, but I’d rather they’d done me at the same time,” I told her, flushing.
     
    “Oh well, that’s something we can arrange,” she told me, but Jan held up her hand…
     
    “Me first, I’m already a member.  Anybody available?” Janice asked, her voice getting thick with lust.  I looked over, and sure enough, her nipples were getting stiff, visible despite her outfit.
     
    “OK, her first, but if it’s that easy…” I looked to Janice. “What does it take to sign up?”
     
    “Forms, money, a questionnaire, and a doctor’s physical.”  I groaned at the last.  My doctor was an hour away and it took two weeks to even get in.
     
    “What’s the worry, the questionnaire or the physical?” she asked me sweetly.  Damn, I had just met this woman, but she had the same sort of vibe I got talking to my lifelong best friend Jan.
     
    “Mostly the physical… but what’s the questionnaire about?”  I asked her.
     
    “Ohh, what kind of fantasy/kink/sex or escapade you want.  How rough, how to set it up, how much foreplay et cetera.  You set the rules, we set up the players, and we even provide pictures with the faces blurred out in case you want to choose another.  Being a woman, I can tell you that just about anything you request, the men will fulfill it.”
     
    I flushed with the thought.  “Anything?”
     
    “I haven’t had a lady turned down yet… although some guys are rarely in demand as much as the ladies… but there is one of my clients that the ladies seem to request over and over and over…”
     
    “Really, what makes him so special?” I asked her, somewhat intrigued.
     
    “Normally it’s a privacy thing and I couldn’t answer, but this guy wears his heart on his sleeve and lets me share everything.  Basically, his wife left him, and he’s been trying to find a woman who’ll take his mind off her.  He’s still in love with her.”  I was glad I was sitting, because that just about made my knees wobbly.
     
    “Is he hot?” I asked her.
     
    “I almost quit to take my own shot,” she told me, her eyes misting up.
     
    “What’s his name?” I asked her, and I suddenly realized that this was also a first… I wasn’t thinking with my vagina, it was my heart.  Part of me wanted to find this hurt and broken man, and smother him with love, paint the raw and painful parts of his soul, and I hadn’t ever met him!  Talk about neurotic! Right?
     
    “Alex Johnson, but he’s been highly sought after.  He took one of the most