Fantasy Friday

by Annalise Wells

  “I really appreciate that. I told Shona I will go to rehab.”

  “You have to really want it though,” Beau says. “It’s no good just saying it.”

  “Believe me, I really want it. I feel I have a reason to do it now with Brooke.”

  Beau chuckles. “I can see what you mean, she is hot,” he says, adding a wide grin.

  I turn to him and shake my head. “It’s not just that though, there is something about her that seems so pure, I don’t know what it is,” I say, truthfully.

  “I’m sure you will find out in time,” Beau replies.

  “How long are you and Shona staying for anyway?”

  “Another four days. Actually, we thought it was a good chance to get away for a quick break, even though the reason was not great,” he says bluntly.

  “Well, it’s good to have you both here, anyway. We should go to the club later, the old club that is.”

  “We might just do that.”

  Beau picks up a stone and throws it at the one I was aiming at. First shot he hits it and the stone goes rolling off into the grass.

  “See, I told you to throw harder,” he says, laughing loudly.

  I stand up from the tree stump. “Come on, we should be getting back if you want to go clubbing, it gets busy quite early,” I say.

  “Well, I could do with a lie down for a while, you know what plane travel is like, even though it is not that far.”

  We walk back up the grass to the hotel. I can see the sun has dipped below the level of the buildings.

  “How much more work is there to do in this place?”

  “Quite a lot, really. I have a load of land I want to develop into a water park for the kids,” Beau says.

  “You want kids here?” I ask, confused.

  Beau turns to me and smiles. “Our second club has a crèche; the parents come and drop off the kids and go for a couple of hours. For full-on sexy time.”

  “Now, who would have thought of that? dump your kids and go and have a quick fuck,” I say, belly laughing.

  “The modern world never seems to amaze me,” Beau replies.

  We arrive back at the reception. Beau heads off to his room; I start walking to mine. Brooke fills my mind and I can’t stop thinking about her. I walk to her room and knock on the door. I stand and wait. There is no answer, so I turn to walk away. Her door finally opens.

  Brooke puts her head around her door. “What do you want?” she asks.

  “We are going to the club tonight, I was wondering if you would like to join me,” I say.

  “You mean a date?” Brooke asks, quizzically.

  I smile and stare into her beautiful blue eyes. “Yeah, something like that.”

  “Hmm, and no funny business?”

  “No funny business… and I promise, no cards anywhere near us,” I reply.

  “What time are you going?”

  “About eight thirty or nine,” I reply.

  “Come and get me when you’re ready.”

  “Okay, I will see you later,” I say as I walk down the hallway.

  I look back over my shoulder and see Brooke looking out from her room toward me. I turn the corner and then her head is gone.

  I get back to my room and lay on the bed. I think about the day and how things have swung around in my favor. This morning I found I was in a real mess and now I have a date.

  I am not the most religious person in the world, but I find myself thanking the Lord that they have chosen to help me. Just a week and I can put all of my Las Vegas nightmare behind me, once and for all.

  I put my head on the pillow and fall into a deep slumber. My mind drifts off, back to Vegas… to a scene that could have been in my future…

  I see the large black car coming toward me. My back is against the chain-link gate. The lock on the chain digs into my back as the doors open. Ronny and Mikey step from the rear of the car.

  The headlights shine brightly in my face. I raise my hand to stop the light. A sharp pain shoots through my arm as Ronny smashes a baseball bat onto it.

  “Alex, where the fuck is our money?” Mikey yells.

  “I am working on it, trust me,” I reply as I hold my arm.

  “Working on it doesn’t help us much,” Mikey says.

  Ronny swings the bat, my leg buckles as I feel it crunch against my knee. I fall to the ground. My hand rests in a small puddle of rain water.

  Ronny smashes the bat onto the bridge of my knuckles. I scream as I feel my fingers breaking against the pavement.

  “How the fuck can I do anything with broken fingers?” I cry out.

  “You were smart enough to get yourself into this mess, use your fucking brain to get yourself out of it,” Mikey says.

  “Okay, just give me a few weeks, and I will have it for you.”

  “Ten grand a week interest, I hope you fucking realize that Alex.”

  “I know, I will get it just don’t hurt me anymore, or I won’t be able to do anything,” I say, trying to stand.

  I feel a crack in my ribs as Ronny swings the bat for the final time.

  “God-damn it, what did I just say? Fuck.”

  Mikey laughs hysterically. “I guess Ronny didn’t hear you clearly,” Mikey says. He kicks me in the face for good measure.

  I find myself laying in a puddle of water and blood, with dirt spread across one side of my face.

  I sit up sharply. I am drenched in sweat.

  I look at my watch. I see I have slept longer than I expected to. That dream was just too life-like for my liking. Fuck, if Ronny and Mikey catch up with me, I’m sure that’s what they will do, at the very least. Even if I pay them, I reckon they will give me a bit of a beating just for good measure.

  I have to pick Brooke up in about twenty minutes. I turn on the shower and step in. I quickly shower and wrap my body in a towel. I walk back into the room. I open the closet and pick some clothes to wear.

  Fifteen minutes to go. “Crap, I’ll be late.”

  I drop my towel to the floor and start to pull on my boxers. I hear a knock at the door.

  “Hello,” I call.

  I look through the security lens. The hallway is empty.

  Maybe it was just the wind or something…

  I turn to get dressed. Brooke is standing in the room.

  “Jesus Christ, you scared the living shit out of me,” I scream.

  “I knocked but there was no answer, I tried your other side door, it was unlocked,” Brooke says.

  “Sorry, I had a nightmare, and then I was late,” I say.

  “You do realize you have your boxers on back to front,” Brooke says.

  “I told you I was all messed up.”

  “Dreams can be dreams, or they can be a sign of something that is going to happen.”

  Brooke

  “The demon drink brings out the devil in all of us.”

  Alex seemed a bit shaken up after the nightmare he had while he was sleeping. I wasn’t sure I helped much by walking in behind him while his eyes were fixed on the security lens of the door. I had lightened the moment slightly, by pointing out he had his underwear on back to front.

  We walk past reception and into the bar area, which leads into the club. As always it is full, but I notice Shona and Beau have already arrived and have saved us a couple of seats.

  I make my way through the crowd with Alex; guys turn their heads as they look at my legs and breasts. It still makes me feel uneasy when that many men look at me.

  “It seems you really know how to turn a man's head,” Shona says, yelling over the music. “A simple black and white dress, with your killer body inside it.”

  “It drives me nuts, I am not used to it,” I reply.

  “Come on, you must have always had men looking at you?” Shona says.

  “You would be surprised how few. I used to wear long, flowing clothes, you couldn’t really see what my body was like.”

  “You must have really had a sheltered life then,” Shona says.
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  “If only you knew.”

  I spot Akoni at the bar and wave. He grins with his huge white teeth and waves back. I see him hold a glass in the air full of ice cubes.

  I shake my head and mouth the words. “No thanks.”

  A waiter comes to the table, he places a large ice bucket with a huge bottle of champagne in the middle of us.

  “Champagne everyone?” Alex asks.

  Beau and Shona agree straight away. Alex looks at me. “I am not really a big drinker,” I say.

  “You are on vacation, you are allowed to live a little,” he replies.

  “Don’t blame me if I do anything stupid.”

  “What happens in Jamaica, stays in Jamaica,” Alex says.

  “I bet you wish that was true for Vegas, huh?”

  “Trust you to spoil the moment,” he says.

  I take the glass from Alex, I sip on the chilled champagne. Bubbles fly straight up my nose as I take a larger drink.

  “Calm down, there is no rush,” Alex remarks.

  I smile as the first glass has a tiny effect on me. I can tell at some point in the evening, I’m going to do something foolish. It was just one of those gut feelings, the problem was, my gut was slowly filling up with champagne.

  The tempo of the music slows, I pull on Alex’s arm.

  “Come on, show me your moves,” I say, slurring slightly.

  “Do you feel okay?” he asks.

  “Aha, of course,” I snap, playfully.

  I lead Alex to the dance floor. I watch the other girls as I approach and face him. I put my arms on his shoulders and wedge my thighs either side of his leg. I pull him closer as the music begins to take me.

  I turn my back and push myself back against Alex’s body. I feel his hips pushing into me. He places his hands on my hips. Alex spins me ‘round and pushes against me. I feel the bulge in his pants as his hands pull at my waist.

  I blame the champagne, and whatever happens, will happen. I swing my head, and my long dark hair whips Alex in the face. I start to laugh as the music slows even more. I look around and see quite a few of the couples kissing.

  I swallow and I wonder if Alex is going to want to do the same. His head moves forward, closer to mine. I see his eyes staring deep into mine. I lick my lips as I slowly lean forward.

  Alex leans as if to kiss me, I tilt my head to the side and quickly rest it on his shoulder. I hear him sigh as one hand rubs up and down my spine; tingles fill my body. His other hand slips from my waist and starts caressing the smooth curves of my ass.

  Come on Brooke, you are going too far…

  I look into Alex’s eyes and push him away. “I need a drink,” I say as I turn and head back to the table.

  Shona looks at me when I sit down. “It looks like it was getting a little heated,” Shona says.

  Alex sits in the chair next to me. The look of confusion on his face says it better than any words can. I pick up my half full glass and down it in one gulp.

  I push my glass to Alex. “Top her up please.” I grin.

  Alex tops up my glass and I take another sip. My body starts feeling warm, and I know I’ve had one or two… or three, too many. The DJ says it’s time to slow things right down and make our way out of the club.

  The crowd thins as we wait until most of them have gone.

  “There is just enough champagne for one more drink each,” Alex says.

  I quickly empty my glass. “Fill this sucker up for me, Mr. drink fillerereer,” I say. I realize my words aren’t working.

  I giggle as Alex fills my glass. “There are two of you,” I say, pointing my finger at Alex.

  “I think you, missy, have had enough to drink,” he says.

  “Nonsense, I am not drunk, I just haven’t had much to drink over the last few yeeee-ars,” I reply. That word sounded funny.

  I hear Shona speak to Alex. “You should take her back to her room, and watch her when the air hits her.”

  “The air is going to hit me?” I ask. “Oh yeah. I love air, it helps breathing.”

  I make a terrible impression of a karate move and nearly fall from my chair.

  “Alex, take me home,” I say. “Pronto pronto.”

  Alex puts his arm around my waist and lifts me up. We start walking to the doors of the club. “I am not tired. I want a walky walky,” I say. We walk into the night air. The rush makes my head swim. “Whoa, what a rush-ush,” I say.

  “Are you feeling okay?” Alex asks as he leads me to the grass.

  “I will be fine, I think I just need a walk and strong coffee.”

  “Twice around the block and then we will see about the coffee.”

  “I have coffee in my room you know, we can have one in there,” I say.

  “Okay, I will make you one,” he says.

  “It’s a date, a coffee date-date,” I say, feeling full of fun.

  We walk around the block for the second time. I feel that my head is clearing slightly. We walk back to my room. I start to giggle wildly.

  “What’s wrong?” Alex asks.

  “It won’t go in the hole,” I reply.

  “Let me try,” Alex says as he puts the key in the lock. “It’s easy when you know how.”

  I shake my head from side to side. “I don’t know how.”

  I push the door open and stumble into my room. I kick off my heels and sit on the edge of the bed.

  “Phew, what a night. Where is my coffee, hottie?” I ask.

  Alex starts making coffee. He smiles at my words. I feel warm and pull at the zipper on my dress. I push it from my shoulders and drop it to the floor. That feels much better.

  Alex walks from the kitchen area with two cups. He stands and stares at me as I sit on the bed in my underwear. I stand and walk toward him and take one of the mugs.

  “What are you staring at?” I ask, as I raise the cup to my lips.

  I see Alex’s eyes looking me up and down. I glance down. I burst into laughter. “I was hot,” I say.

  Alex puts his cup on the table and steps closer to me. He takes the cup from my hand and places it next to his.

  “I think you are still hot,” he says.

  “Nah, you’re just saying that to make me feel good,” I reply, feeling euphoric.

  “No way, you are one of the sexiest women I have ever seen.”

  “You wouldn’t say that if you saw me a few months ago,” I say.

  “I’m sure you weren’t much different.”

  Alex puts his hand on my hips, he looks deep into my eyes. I lick my lips as he leans closer to me.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I am just about to do what I should have done in the club,” Alex says.

  “And what’s that?”

  “Kiss you.”

  “The demon drink brings out the devil in all of us.”

  Alex

  “Forgive me father, but, oh God, I have sinned.”

  I’d felt her body in the club. She had rubbed herself all over me as we danced to the slow music. That was more than likely the effect of the champagne, but now, after a long walk and half a cup of strong coffee she just looked, scared. I don’t know why, but Brooke looked kind of worried when I said I was going to kiss her, maybe it was just nerves.

  She would soon warm to my tender touch, she had to, there was no way I would be able to stop myself, because she just drives me insane with her beauty.

  She stands there, gooey-eyed and looking at me with her bright blue, eyes. I put my hand on her cheek and push her hair back over her bare shoulder. I lower my head as my thumb caresses her cheek. I feel her racing breath as my lips move closer to hers.

  Finally, they touch, my wanting lips brush against her soft, full lips, my tongue flicks against her, and our lips finally lock. Passion rises up inside me, and I wrap Brooke in my embrace. Wantingly, my hands caress the bare skin of her back. I feel her breasts pushing her bra against my chest.

  Brooke tries to force herself away from me, but the attempt i
s weak, and she surrenders. I move my lips to the nape of her neck, and I slowly kiss around her ear.

  “Alex, I shouldn’t,” she murmurs softly, as she melts under my touch.

  “It’s okay, don’t try and fight it,” I reply softly. My warm breath is falling over her soft skin.

  “I have never done anyth…” Brooke begins.

  “Shush, it can happen on vacation.”

  I pull at my shirt and free it from my broad shoulders. I reach around Brooke’s back and open the clasp of her bra. My fingers slip inside the shoulder straps as I pull it forward and drop it onto my shirt.

  I look down to Brooke’s perfect, exposed breasts. They are beautifully formed. I raise my hands and cup them and feel their ample weight. I lick my lips as my fingers run over the tips of her erect peaks. Brooke sighs as my fingers circle her nipples. I feel her body warming with desire.

  I step back away from Brooke. Her curvaceous body stands elegantly before me. I pull on the buckle of my belt and fumble with the button on my pants. They drop to the floor, and I kick them away.

  Brooke looks down toward the bulge in my shorts. Her hand rises, and she rubs it, wanting it. I feel my body respond. Blood flows and I feel evidence of my erection. Brooke rubs harder and then takes hold of the elastic of my shorts. I feel her fingers pull them over my firm buttocks, and finally my shorts slide down my muscled thighs.

  Brooke looks deep into my eyes. I see her bottom lip tucked firmly inside her teeth. I smile down into her eyes and slide my fingers inside the elastic of her panties. Her hands grab my wrist as if to stop me.

  Brooke steps away from me and places her fingers inside her panties. She arches her back and moves her curvy ass. She steps free from her underwear and drops it to the floor.

  She steps back, her slender legs resting against the edge of the bed. Brooke lowers her ass onto the crisp sheets. She puts her hands beside her and moves her body back onto the bed. Her eyes never leaving mine.

  I reach forward and run my hands over her slender legs. I feel her body trembling slightly. My hands reach her knees, and without averting my gaze from her eyes I push her legs apart. Brooke moves her feet and rests herself on her arms as she looks down over her body.