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What inspired you to write your book?
Reading Slave Girl by Penelope Syn
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Fantasy Inc. – The Concept
Fantasy Incorporated is a business that operates out of an old twenty story hotel building. From the outside, you would never know the type of business it is. Many folks know of it by reputation and once the good folks from the city tried to get it shut down only to get rebuked at every turn. It seems that most people have fantasies, and between consenting adults, almost every fantasy can be fulfilled here.
A onetime membership purchase of $10,000 and a monthly fee of $500 is only the first step. Fantasy Inc. has their own doctors who will thoroughly examine every member monthly and conduct drug and STD testing to ensure the health and safety of every member. After all, most fantasies are sexual in nature, although many of them are also focused on power and dominance. Members are entitled to as many Step 1 fantasies as they can handle in a months time, two Step 2 fantasies per month and one Step 3 Fantasy per month.
Step 1 Fantasy – You are an extra. Often times you’ll be like a movie extra. Your night might consist of sitting in a restaurant and having dinner with another member so we can fill the seats.
Step 2 Fantasy – Often times a step 2 fantasy involves folks who want voyeurs to watch them having sex without the worry of being arrested for lewd or indecent acts. Participants of a step 2 fantasy are allowed to disrobe, and pleasure themselves but are not allowed to become active participants
Step 3 Fantasy – This is your fantasy. You and your participating member choose what the fantasy is, and how it’s played out. Anything goes unless it is illegal such as pedophilia, necrophilia, etc. You can literally set up threesome’s, foursome’s, group sex, gang bangs, rape fantasy or a more traditional fantasy. Meet a guy/girl at the bar and take them to a room for fantastic, guilt free sex.
Note: No matter what fantasy you are participating in, other members may be cashing in their fantasy at the same time. Our servers and schedulers coordinate this to ensure everyone gets a chance to participate as much as they would like. We encourage every member to sign up for multiple fantasies. This gives you more chances to find a matching participant. We also encourage every member to sign up for at least one or more types of traditional fantasies so they can make sure they can cash in their Step 3 Fantasy every month. It isn’t usually a problem, but availability is all membership driven.
How is this legal you ask? We operate a worldwide database. For members to be entered into the database, they must pay their fees, get their health certificates certified and we help match them up with a complimentary member who’s looking for the same fantasy. We provide the location, be it a bedroom, wash room, a mock bar full of patrons (no kidding) or anything else you can imagine. We also provide videographers, lighting and sound folks who can help you make this a moment to remember.
If you’re looking for something more private, we can record through two way glass, or by remote cameras. No matter what though, it is recorded. That is how we ensure 2 things; We are not accused of prostitution. We provide a service and a database that is literally used worldwide, and secondly, if we are giving the folks involved copies of the fantasy; they can save it to relish and remember for later.
The video is immediately burned to DVD and provided to the customers. The recording is non-negotiable with our members though, it protects all parties involved. It gives both the membership and Fantasy Inc. “artistic license”. For those who are married, they must have spousal consent on every fantasy they sign up for. There are no members of a fantasy who are “paid help”, everyone here who participates in the fantasy are members. Even if they are there to help set the mood for an evening dinner, or making a more… Active part of the fantasy.
The rules are simple. You must be healthy, disease and drug free, fill out a questionnaire, checking off what you are willing to do and what is off limits, the spousal consent form (or their own membership which implies consent) and remember at any time “stop means stop” and we will enforce this rule. People can get scared and change their minds. They will provide us with safe words to know they want out of the fantasy in case things get out of hand. Just remember, those guards at the front door checking membership aren’t the only ones.
Finally, we promise the utmost privacy. Our servers have the best encryption money can buy. Your privacy is even more safe and secure than most servers that any government can come up with. Records and videos are recorded here. We have members worldwide, many including government officials, royalty and the movers and shakers of major businesses and of course regular every day people.
We will contact you regarding available fantasies by an encrypted text message sent to your smart phone using our proprietary application. You can make your reservations, review member profiles who have made a request, or confirm an appointment through this application. As with any electronic device, we encourage you to password protect your main screen, and we will provide you a password to use to decode the text messages.
Thank you for considering Fantasy Inc.
Chapter 1 –
I was nervous about doing this. My buddy recommended it though. While I kept to gambling in Vegas, he went on to medical school and became a shrink. I was limping away from my wife filing for divorce, and the proceedings were dragging on far longer than I thought they should. I was depressed, and being my friend, I called him up, and I’m following through with his recommendations.
The business card he gave me was glossy black it italicized letters for Fantasy Inc. He gave me a brief outline of what they were. I guess I was only shocked for half a second, but then nodded. It is Sin City after all.
I make my money playing poker, and stripping the cash from non professional players who come to Vegas for the thrill. A lot of times, the folks are high rollers, but think nothing of loosing 40k in a night of poker. I make a comfortable living doing this part time. For a long time though, my wife Janie worked the casinos as a cocktail waitress, and there were plenty of nights she made more in tips than I did playing.
All in all, the price of membership wasn’t an issue, but my looming divorce was. We had filed legal separation, but more than loosing half of my savings, house and one of the cars, I was losing my best friend. Maybe we should have just stayed friends instead of a marriage. Who knows? Not me.
I made the phone call, and set up my appointment. I was given directions, which I scrabbled on the back of the business card and promptly stuck it in my wallet. Shit. Do I want to leave the hotel room and go down and play some more, or should I let the suckers go unmolested. I looked at my duffel bag and did a visual count, about fifteen thousand in cash. Yeah, that will last me a while. Maybe I should take a nap first.
The ringing of the phone woke me up. I did the half blind slap the bed table thing until I found the cell phone and flipped it open.
“Uh, hello?” I asked, and I covered the mouth peace and coughed a couple of times to clear my voice out.
“Is this Alex Johnson?” a feminine voice asked me.
“Yes, it is,” I said feeling a little more awake, my voice a little stronger.
“This is Ramona at Fantasy Inc. We received call cancelling the appointment previous to yours; would you like to come in earlier?” The voice was sultry, almost sexy sounding.
“Come in early?” I asked her dumbly
“Yes, would you be available to come in at 11:00 A.M.?”
“Yeah, but my appointment wasn’t until 2:00 P.M.” I told her looking at the nightstand. It was 9:00 in the morning. Shit!
“Yes, but it takes two to three hours to screen potential new members and do the physical.” She told me.
“Yes, the first part of your health screening,” Ramona said.
“Yeah, sure.” I mumbled and confirmed I had the address written down correctly, and stumbled to the shower.
The whole concept of Fantasy Inc. was a huge draw for me. All the kink, none of the strings. I thought of Janie and had a twinge of guilt, but we hadn’t had sex in over a year. A guy can only wait so long, and she knew that I visited the ladies once in a while. It wasn’t that I wanted to cheat, but she told me in no uncertain terms she was no longer attracted to me to do what I wanted.
There were quite a few fantasies I could think of right off the top of my head. I grew hard with the thought, but then I ruined it wondering what Janie was doing.
I toweled off, shaved and decided to splash on some cologne for the hell of it. I usually don’t wear it, as the smell distracts me from the game. Today I wanted to look good, smell good, and maybe I could climb out of this depression I’ve been in for the last several weeks. I couldn’t believe my best friend, a head doctor, would prescribe sex, and kinky sex at that, for depression.
I hope it’s going to be worth the price.
Chapter 2 –
Navigating through Los Vegas wasn’t that bad once you get used to how the streets are labeled, and I’ve lived here most of my life. Not once had I heard of Fantasy Inc, and when I finally found the building I noticed I had lost about 10 minutes of time finding it and a place to park. It was 10:45 A.M. so I still had plenty of time. I decided to go in and read a magazine or something.
As I stepped into the mirror tinted door I came to an abrupt stop at a security checkpoint like what you’d have to go through to go into an airport. I had to empty my pockets and go through a metal detector. My cell phone was confiscated because of the picture/video capability of it, but they gave me a slip for it and told me it was like checking my coat at a fancy hotel. I was actually relieved when they told me this. They gave my duffel bag a quick once over and raised an eyebrow and the stacks of cash I had inside.
“I travel light. I’m going through a divorce, so..,” I tried to explain.
“Hey, hey, no man, it’s cool,” The bigger of the guards said. “You keep that with you if you want, or you can check that here as well. We keep our membership safe and private,” He told me emphasizing the safe and private part.
“Hm, I’ll take it with me.” I told him while he was checking my ID with the database.
“Hm… Looks like you have an appointment with Ramona in fifteen minutes Mr. Johnson,” He said handing me back my ID card.
“Yeah, I was warned this place was hard to find for the first time, so I left early. I know I’m 15 minutes early. There a place I can wait?” I asked them.
“Yup, right over here.” The smaller of the guards said walking me to the waiting area for me to wait.
It was empty, and there were only two chairs. He left the small room he showed me to and I was all alone in this small, plush two person waiting room. Yup, me the coffee table and a catalog of sorts, which I picked up and started flipping through. The catalog was more of a binder though, and it was almost 5 inches thick and heavy!
I almost fell over backwards when I opened it up. It was a catalog of kink to be blunt. It had a listing for every sort of fantasy imaginable, and it had a numerical system by gender on which members were interested. I flipped to the back and looked up a random number for a female who was into a lactation fantasy. The picture showed her laying on her side, cupping one full breast and a drop of milk beading out of her nipple. She was completely naked but her face was blurred out by the computer.
I spent about five minutes flipping between fantasies and pictures when a door I hadn’t noticed across from me opened up and a small, petit woman walked in with a warm smile dressed in a business suit.
“Alex Johnson?” she asked me.
“Yes, you must be Ramona?”
“Yes, I’m so glad you could make it in. Would you like to do the first part of the interview in the office, or would you feel more comfortable in a more public setting?” She asked me.
“Public?” I was confused. This place sounded dead.
“Yes, would you like to have breakfast or brunch while we go over details, and get the contract going?” Ramona asked me.