“I think this is shaping up to be a very interesting fantasy after all,” Miss Bright said, closing the folder. She took a card from a holder on her desk and handed it to Kayla. “If you have anything you’d like to add or change, please let me know and we’ll do our best to make it happen. Now, is there anything else?”
“Not really. But can you give me a hint about my cowboy? What he looks like?”
“Well, if the gentleman I’m thinking of is available, then you’re going to be very pleased. Not only is he uncommonly attractive, but I believe he worked at an equestrian stable. In Australia somewhere. He’s not exactly a cowboy in the traditional North American sense, but very close to your ideal.”
“Please tell me he still has the accent.”
“No. I’m sorry. He’s lost most of it.”
“Too bad. But he sounds amazing. Are you sure he’s okay with all of this?”
Miss Bright reached across the desk and patted Kayla’s hand in a reassuring gesture that was uncharacteristically warm and friendly. She quickly pulled back and resumed her professional distance. “I’m absolutely certain that he will be quite happy to satisfy all your needs. Why wouldn’t he? You’re a beautiful, strong, intelligent woman. Any man would be thrilled for the opportunity to pleasure you.”
“If I’m all those things, then why am I paying for sex?”
“You are not paying for sex. You are paying to have your fantasy fulfilled. There’s a very big difference.”
“Perhaps. But I still feel like a pervert.”
“Don’t deceive yourself. Everyone has a bit of pervert in them. You’re just willing to let the little devil come out and play. Now. One more thing. What about filming?”
“Filming?”
“Yes. Usually we film all of our scenarios so the client can relive their fantasies in the privacy of their own homes. We also use the footage for training purposes. But if you’re opposed to this practice, we can either refrain from filming, or you’re welcome to wear a small mask to protect your privacy.”
“A mask? Why would I want to wear a mask?”
“Well, some individuals are very concerned about their likeness popping up on the internet somewhere. Many careers have been ruined over a risque sex tape getting into the wrong hands. We are extremely diligent about ensuring the discretion of our clients, but they are still rightfully paranoid on the subject. So, if they wear a mask, their identity is less likely to be compromised. Also, some clients are concerned about being recognized by their Scene Facilitators out in the real world. In your case, he doesn’t live here in Vancouver, but he does travel extensively. If you wore a mask you wouldn’t have to worry about the awkwardness of encountering each other again.”
“Will he be wearing a mask?” She hoped not. Good Lord. If he was wearing a Zorro mask while he jerked off she was going to start laughing. This was starting to sound like a masquerade ball rather than her fantasy.
“I suppose he could if you desired it, but I think it might be distracting. Not to mention, a bit our of character for a cowboy. Unless he wore one of those bandanna-type of masks, like a train robber. But it could make any oral activities quite challenging. What is your preference? Mask or no mask? Filming or not?”
Kayla thought for a moment. If she said “no” to the filming there really wasn’t any guarantee that they wouldn’t go ahead and film anyway. But she wouldn’t get a copy of the footage. And she was highly intrigued by the idea of being able to see herself on screen, having sex, and living out her fantasy. She squeezed her thighs together imaging being able to watch her cowboy pleasure himself as often as her DVD player would allow.
“I think you can go ahead with the filming, but I’ll probably wear a small mask and possibly a wig, just in case your security measures fail and the video gets out,” Kayla said, watching with fascination as Miss Bright’s face flushed in indignation.
It obviously took a mighty effort not to show her irritation at Kayla’s insult, but the cool blonde’s voice was calm when she responded. “I can assure you that will not happen. We have filmed more than three thousand scenarios, and not one of those has become public. You really have nothing to worry about.”
Kayla shrugged. “Still. I’d be ruined if any of my employees stumbled across it, so a disguise is probably in my best interest. For me. Not for him. I don’t think I’ll really notice the mask on me. Who knows. Maybe it will add to the whole role-playing fantasy. But I want to see his face. His expressions. Everything. And a mask will take away from that.”
Miss Bright checked one final box and closed the folder again. “I agree. Some women like the anonymity of the mask. It makes their SF seem less human. More of an object. But like you, I think the point of living out a fantasy is to connect with another person, if only on a very sexual level. Masks can obstruct that connection.”
Is that what she was looking for? Kayla asked herself. A connection? No. She didn’t want that at all. She really just needed to see the raw emotion on his face as he touched himself. Jake’s expression still haunted her and she was hoping to erase that image with something more tangible. Hopefully, her SF would not resemble a gasping fish as he climaxed. That would not be sexy at all.
“So, that’s it? This is actually happening?” Kayla stood up and smoother her skirt down her thighs with her suddenly sweaty palms.
Miss Bright also stood and put the folder under her left arm. Coming around the desk she gestured towards the double mahogany doors to the hall. “But of course. Let me walk you out to the elevator. Our offices can be a bit of a labyrinth.” She lead Kayla out of her office and they proceeded down the hall past several luxurious yet empty offices.
Miss Bright nodded at the flawless Asian receptionist as they entered the waiting area of D.O.V. Inc. She turned to Kayla as they reached the impressive art deco elevator and reached out to shake her hand. “A copy of your contract will be in your email inbox by the end of the day and expect another with all the details of your assignation to follow sometime in the next few days. We already have your certified check. So, it would appear that everything is in order. Thank you for coming in today. I hope your fantasy is everything you could want. And more. You’ll be hearing from me soon.” She smiled and gave a little wink.
Kayla thanked Miss Bright and entered the elevator alone. As the door shut she pushed the Main Floor button on the panel and contemplated the plan she had just set in motion. Her fantasy was actually going to happen. What if it was a complete disappointment? Would she be forced to live the rest of her life trying to capture those precious moments in the barn with Jake and failing miserably?
Watching the numbers light up as the elevator descended, Kayla decided she really had nothing to lose. Except her pride. And she was pretty sure that had left her the second she’d contacted D.O.V. Inc. The mysterious business card with just the words 'Your Fantasy' and a phone number printed on it had been slipped under the door of her London hotel room at the International Sales and Marketing Conference last month. She still wasn’t sure what had possessed her to call. Hopefully that one moment of insanity would help her to leave her past behind her, where it belonged, and focus on the future.
Chapter Three
As a child, Kayla had definitely been an unsophisticated country bumpkin. Adult Kayla, however, was a confirmed city girl. As a result, she rarely got behind the wheel of her black BMW convertible. Today, however, she drove uneasily along the unfamiliar country roads between Blaine and Lynden, Washington. She passed green fields full of horses and the occasional cow, but didn't really notice them. Pastoral settings did nothing for her, except as a backdrop to her fantasy. She much preferred the steel, glass and concrete of her adopted home over this dirty, smelly environment.
According to her GPS, she was getting close to her destination. She was looking for a red barn with the words, 'Got Milk' stenciled on the roof next to a picture of a smiling cow. Not exactly discreet, but at least it should be eye-catching and hopefully easy to find.