Club_Infinate Fantasy

by Kelli Callahan

  “I’ll let you four talk.” Angelina led me to the center of the room and then started walking back towards the door.

  “Wait, I think I was supposed to get a drink.” I looked over my shoulder.

  “It’s already waiting for you.” She closed then door.

  “Over here.” The biker guy—I thought I remembered his name being Jedrek—pointed at a glass of whiskey sitting on the table next to one of the chairs.

  “So how long did it take you to buy into this madness?” Dr. Hot turned his head towards me as I took a seat.

  “I’m not sure I do.” I reached for my drink and lifted the glass. “I’m just here to figure out why you guys are already on board when I can’t even see the train.”

  “I guess I’ll start, since I was the first guy who went out with Savannah.” Jedrek nodded and leaned back in his chair. “I used to ride with the Devil’s Favorite Sons motorcycle club. About six years ago, all of my brothers died and I went to prison.”

  “Holy shit.” I blinked in surprise.

  “Yeah.” He nodded and sighed. “It’s a complicated story, but when I was riding, I couldn’t even think of settling down with a wife or raising a family. We had enemies and that kind of stuff was a vulnerability. I saw others go down that road and sometimes it worked out, but not always. I couldn’t take the risk. At the end of the day, I don’t deserve someone like Savannah. Do I like here? Absolutely. But, there will always be a part of me that lets the lingering fear mess with my head. I have skeletons in my closet and they don’t always stay buried in the past. If I knew the woman I was with would be safe, no matter what, I might find that piece of happiness I’ve wanted for so long.”

  “I guess I can understand that.” I nodded and considered what he said.

  “As for me?” Dr. Hot chuckled and shook his head. “You know who I am and what I’m about. I make my living convincing people that I’m their naughty fantasy brought to life. What would my fans do if Dr. Hot got married or settled down? They’d lose their shit. My situation isn’t complicated, it’s just practical. I get someone I like, someone that shares some common interests with me, and I always know my secret is safe.”

  “How did you get that voice, man?” I was distracted by it, more than what he said. “I’ve heard rumors you had surgery or something to mess with your vocal chords.”

  “No.” He laughed and shook his head again. “It’s me. It’s natural.”

  “Wow, okay.” I tilted my head towards the guy to my left. “What about you, Robby? You’re young. You don’t look like you have a complicated life. How is this situation practical for someone like you?”

  “It isn’t.” He looked around the room. “It’s crazy.”

  “Well, finally—a voice of reason.” I raised my drink to him.

  “But, I think I need crazy.” He took a sip of his beer. “I’ve never had it before.”

  “Okay, well, scratch the voice of reason shit.” I sighed and rolled my eyes.

  “I was just like Savannah—still am to some degree. I’m trying to work my way through it, but I don’t think one night is going to fix everything. I need her. If that means I share her with you guys, then I’ll do that because I know she sees me for who I truly am.” He sipped his beer again. “That’s pretty much it.”

  “I swear, Angelina’s a talented chick. She’s got all of you brainwashed.” I finished my drink and put down the empty glass. “I get it, I guess—your reasons, at least.”

  “She told us about you.” Jedrek chuckled and nodded. “She said you would be the one that would be difficult to convince.”

  “This can’t work without you.” Dr. Hot tilted his head. “Angelina says you are the foundation and I believe her. You knew Savannah before all of this. You’re the one that suffered from it as she spiraled out of control. In order for her journey to be complete, you have to be the one to set it in motion.”

  “We need this.” Robby exhaled sharply. “We need you.”

  “I don’t know. I need some time to think.” I put my arms on the chair and pushed myself to my feet.

  I left the three of them and walked back down to the club. It was as rowdy as ever, with all of the fantasies of the flesh on full display. I walked over to the bar, got another drink, and tossed a tip at the bartender, even though it wasn’t required. The people around me were lost in some version of their fantasy, or on a journey like Savannah had been before I put an abrupt halt to it. I looked around for a bit, sipping my drink, just trying to make sense of everything that Angelina and the other guys said. I felt like I had been tricked. I sent Savannah on a journey to help her find herself, not because I wanted to date her. The thought of punishing her was mildly enticing, but I didn’t have her pegged for the whips and chains type.

  “I think she might be ready for you.” The bartender leaned against the counter and pointed over my shoulder.

  “Huh?” I looked at him and then followed the direction he was pointing with my eyes.

  There she was. I only had to see her for a moment to know that Angelina had told her I was the last piece of her journey. It seemed that Angelina was going to propel the situation further, whether I was ready for it or not. It felt like a shove that violated my personal thoughts. I stared at Savannah for a moment and tilted my head. I couldn’t read the expression on her face from across the bar, but then she lifted her hand and motioned for me with her finger. I sighed deeply and put my drink down on the bar. Even if she wasn’t my fantasy brought to life, I couldn’t just leave her hanging out in the wind if Angelina brainwashed her like the others. I was going to have to talk to her, at least.

  Is there any way I could consider something like this? Damn, she’s so fucking beautiful, but she’s employee.

  I slowly got to my feet and started walking across the club. As I got closer, I saw her eyes sparkling with the same look she had the day I interviewed her. It was the fire I hadn’t seen in months. Whether her journey was complete or not, the distance had definitely started to mend the brokenness inside her soul. Was I really the last piece of her redemption? Did she need to be punished in order to seek forgiveness? I walked up and exhaled sharply, looking deep into her eyes. I never really took the time to notice them at work. I let my brain block out her curves unless they were blatant. I felt something stirring inside of me that I had never felt before.

  Fuck, this may be about to get really complicated.

  Chapter 17: Savannah

  “You can’t be serious.” I felt my jaw drop against my chest. “Mr. Stone is the final piece of my journey?”

  “He is.” Angelina nodded and smiled. “But, this won’t be like the others.”

  “I’m not sure if I should be relieved or scared.” I forced my jaw to close and tilted my head. “How will that work? He’s my boss!”

  “You’ve mended your heart, or at least put it back together again as you discovered life after Dominic. The wounds may take time to fully heal, but you’re well on your way.” She nodded and picked up her tablet.

  “I feel like it has been a great experience. I’m a little torn because I did like the guys you set me up with. I’m not sure which one I would choose, if I even had a choice.” I exhaled sharply and shook my head.

  “What if you could choose all of them? The three you’ve already been with, plus Quintin.” She turned her tablet towards me, showing a box with all four of them inside of it.

  “I mean, I guess that would be interesting, but it wouldn’t be fair to them.” I shook my head back and forth. “They deserve better than that.”

  “What if I told you Jedrek, Thorne, and Robby have already agreed to such an arrangement.” She put the tablet down. “They are willing to give you the pieces of themselves that can make you whole.”

  “Like, forever? A relationship?” I twisted my mouth into an expression of confusion. “Seriously?”

  “I’m serious.” She nodded quickly. “They have their own reasons, which they’ll discuss with you when the ti
me is right, but they are fully committed to making it work.”

  “That blows my mind.” I blinked in surprise a couple of times. “So how does Mr. Stone fit into all of this? He’s my boss!”

  “Yeah, he has a unique role in this journey for you and you have a unique role in his. He’s been a victim in the path of self-destruction that led you to Club Infinite Fantasy. I’m sure you can agree with that?” She folded her hands across her chest.

  “Yeah, I was an awful employee. I can’t deny it. I thought he was going to fire me right before he put me on administrative leave and gave me your card.” I nodded.

  “With him, you need forgiveness. You need to seek it and accept the price that it requires.” She raised her eyebrow and tilted her head. “Are you prepared to pay that price?”

  “I mean, yeah—I definitely want him to forgive me. I want to go back to work after this and spend every day making it up to him.” I nodded again. “I’m grateful for the opportunities he’s given me.”

  “There’s a faster path to forgiveness. Long before our society shifted to apologies and groveling as the path to forgiveness, there was simply punishment.” She unfolded her arms and motioned to me. “You need to be punished.”

  “Punished? By Mr. Stone?” I felt my stomach churning with concern. “I don’t think I like the sound of that.”

  “I suspect it will not be an entirely pleasurable experience. There may be parts of it that you enjoy. I don’t know how he’ll choose to punish you. I suggested a spanking, but how he chooses to do it will be up to him.” She nodded slowly. “I think you know that you deserve it—it’s just a matter of coming to terms with it.”

  “You said he hasn’t agreed with this arrangement, though. Does that mean he doesn’t want to do it?” I kind of hoped that was the case, but I didn’t know what that meant in the long term.

  “You are the final piece of his journey, too, but he’s been on it a lot longer than you have. This is the point where you have to decide if you’re the same timid girl that walked through the doors of Club Infinite Fantasy, or if you’re ready to take charge of your future.” She leaned against her desk. “He’s at the bar. Go to him. Show him that you need to be punished for what you have done. If you want this journey to end the way that it should, you have to be prepared to do anything to get there.”

  I had no idea what I was going to do when I left Angelina’s office. I didn’t know much about Mr. Stone. I knew he was divorced and people around the office said it was a very messy one. They mentioned that his spirits had been lifted in recent times, which made me wonder if that was the result of the journey he began at Club Infinite Fantasy. Angelina was right when she said that I deserved punishment. I had never really thought about it like that. I simply accepted that I was playing with fire and the eventual inferno would be unemployment. Looking at it with a different view terrified me a little bit. I walked out into the club and saw Mr. Stone. It took the bartender pointing at me for him to see me, but he finally did.

  “Can we talk?” I looked up at him.

  “Yeah, I guess we have to.” He nodded and followed me back towards my suite.

  “There’s no reason to mix words here, we both know what Angelina has said.” I unlocked my door and stepped inside.

  “Yes, but I don’t know if I completely agree with it.” He pushed the door closed. “I mean, you definitely did some things worthy of punishment, but not the way she suggested.”

  He’s hesitant. That’s why Angelina said I would have to take charge of it. I was have to open the door to the abyss and jump in with both feet.

  “I don’t know...” I turned towards him. “She talked a lot about forgiveness and I realize that I’ve never really sought that from you. You could have fired me, but you sent me here to try and help me instead. I didn’t deserve it, but you did it anyway.”

  “I understood the problem and I knew there was a solution. I didn’t expect it to happen like this. I definitely didn’t expect to be the final piece of your journey.” He exhaled sharply.

  “But you are, and we’ve both trusted Angelina to this point. I know I deserve to be punished for the things I did at the office. You’re the only one that can do it.” I nodded and sighed. “There’s really no other way for us to complete this journey together.”

  “So you want me to punish you?” He tilted his head to the side.

  “I do.” I nodded, feeling a lump forming in my throat.

  “Okay.” He exhaled and his eyes narrowed. “I guess you should start by removing that dress.”

  “Yes sir.” I nodded and reached behind my back, finding the zipper with my fingers.

  “Sir.” He smiled. “I like the sound of that. You never call me sir at the office. It’s always Mr. Stone-this or Mr. Stone-that. Usually it’s Mr. Stone, I’m sorry.”

  “I do say that a lot.” I exhaled and let my dress drop to the floor.

  “You’re going to be saying it a lot tonight.” He took me by the arm and walked towards the bed.

  For someone that was initially hesitant to punish me, he wasted no time putting me across his knee and pulling my panties down to my knees. I started to tremble when I realized exactly what was going to happen. He let his hand rest on my exposed ass for a moment and then it lifted. A second later, the touch was replaced with a stinging smack on the right side of my ass, followed by one on the left. I squirmed a little, but that didn’t help because his hand came down several more times, bouncing from one side to the other. His hand was as stiff as a board, delivering the smacks with a ferocity I didn’t expect. He was committed to the punishment—there was no doubt about that. I was sure I was going to be in for a long night that wasn’t going to end until my ass was a bright shade of red.

  “Maybe Angelina was right.” He chuckled. “This does seem to ease my frustrations about what you’ve done quite nicely.”

  “Ow!” I squirmed again. “Well, it doesn’t feel very good on this end!”

  My complaint did nothing to stop his punishing palm from continuing to rain down on my exposed flesh over and over. I whined and squealed, but he didn’t let up. When the sting reached an unbearable level, I threw my hand back to try and stop the next smack from landing. He grabbed my wrist and lifted it off my ass, delivering several smacks directly in the middle that were even harder than the ones I had been getting before returning to the previous rhythm. He folded my arm at the elbow and held it against the small of my back. I was completely at his mercy. All I could do was lay across his knee and take the punishment I had earned for the things I had done.

  “Ow! Ouch!” I struggled in his grasp. “I’m sorry, Mr. Stone!”

  “Yeah, keep saying that.” He brought his hand down a little harder. “I want to hear some remorse.”

  I continued to repeat my remorseful words as my ass paid the price. I finally felt his hand slow down and I thought it was finally over, but he simply tilted me on his knee and started spanking me again. I felt tears in my eyes and then they started streaming down my face. My makeup ran as the tears dropped on the bed beneath me. My ass stopped stinging and instead felt like it was on fire. The flesh felt almost blistered underneath the continued smacks that fell at a steady pace. His pattern shifted and instead of going from one side of my ass to the other, he started landing multiple smacks in one spot before he moved on. My feet kicked until my panties were completely gone. I wailed, letting my sorrow echo from my throat as I thrashed on his knee.

  “I’m sorry! Please, Mr. Stone! I’m so sorry! I promise I’ll be the best employee at the office!” I bawled as the tears continued to run down my face.

  I started thinking about my life up to that point, seeing the connections that took me from adolescence to adulthood. Dominic had always been the focus. That focus was gone. I had been reborn at Club Infinite Fantasy. I started to understand why Mr. Stone was the final piece and why the punishment was necessary. It was a way to completely sever myself from the past. It was a point in time that woul
d not be forgotten. I would always associate the pain Dominic left in my heart with the physical pain my body endured. The journey was almost complete, the punishment was the necessary step that catapulted me into the future. I felt Mr. Stone’s hand slow down but I didn’t draw an easy breath until it had stopped for several seconds and I was sure it wasn’t going to start up again.

  “I’m sure you understand that if you screw up at the office again, I’ll have to repeat this lesson?” He patted my sore ass.

  “Yes sir!” I nodded quickly.

  “Good.” He exhaled sharply. “Well, I’ve worked up a sweat so I think I need a drink. Why don’t you go fix me one?”

  “Yes sir.” I nodded and slowly stood up from his knee.

  I had no idea what the future held for us, but forgiveness felt good, even if it did require a painful experience in order to get there. I fixed a glass of whiskey and walked back to Mr. Stone, extending it to him with my hand still trembling. He took it from me and sipped the amber-colored liquid slowly. I felt awkward, standing there beside the bed, but I couldn’t very well sit down with my ass still burning from the spanking. I wiped away a clump of mascara from underneath each eye, looking down with concern. Mr. Stone held all of the power in his hands. If the arrangement Angelina suggested was going to work, he had to be the one that solidified it as the final piece. The rest of them were already in agreement. I had never looked at Mr. Stone like that, but after feeling his dominance, I could tell something different was stirring inside me. I might have been brave enough to make the first move for my punishment, but I was scared to initiate anything further in case he didn’t want it. It was different with him than it was with Robby.

  “I’ve always tried to be a good guy at the office.” He exhaled sharply. “I was never the type to hire someone simply because they were pretty or because I wanted to hit on them. I turned away pretty faces over people that were less qualified because it was the right thing to do. This arrangement would be a big step for me across a very dangerous line.”