A Baby for the Beast

by Chance Carter

  “Maybe we’ll find you some hunka-hunka of a guy,” says Liz, winking at Jane as if to tell her to lighten up about all the teasing.

  “Wouldn’t that be a treat,” Jane replies and smiles.

  All the dance troupe members head out to the bar, and order shooters all around. Jane can’t stomach them, so she goes for Piña Coladas instead. They taste so sweet and remind her of anywhere but the big city. God, what she would do to go somewhere tropical and get away from it all.

  After about four cocktails, Jane feels the room spin and she looks around to see if there is anyone she can talk to. She’s bored of the dancers and their whole scene. She wants someone who will actually stimulate her.

  At the end of the bar is a man nursing a beer and he seems to be staring at Jane. Jane feels a bit nervous and looks around in disbelief that someone would be gazing at her.

  He is wearing a black suit, his silver tie loosened up, and his hair shaggy in that cool sort of way. He looks about 10 or 15 years older than the rest of the crowd, and Jane wonders why he’d be at a dive like this.

  He continues staring at Jane and moves his head to show he’s watching her. Jane, assumes it must be someone else he’s wanting to catch eyes with. She looks around, but no one is behind her. She points to herself as if to say me? He nods, motioning for her to come over to him.

  Jane, feeling aroused and curious with her normal guard down and loosened by the alcohol, teeters off her bar stool, pulling her dress down so it’s not sticking to her panties. She slowly makes her way over to him, walking unsteadily on her heels. Her knees are shaking with nervousness and excitement. She tries to find a flirty but graceful way of introducing herself like they do in the movies. She’s never done something like this before, but already loves how it feels to be someone else for a night, instead of the ‘good girl’ that everyone expects her to be.

  He pats the stool next to him, indicating that she should sit down. She regards his body, imagining strong arms through his dark suit, his broad shoulders suggestive of a man in charge. He’s clearly a man who knows how to take care of things, a man who gets whatever he wants.

  “Do you always tell people what to do?” Jane asked, surprised she’d come up with such a bold quip. Sitting down next to him, her skirt hikes up her thighs and close to her panties by mistake.

  He reaches over, touches her thigh, and lightly rubs it. Jane is shocked and turned on all at the same time She wonders if she should slap him or let him take that hand further up to meet her trembling pussy.

  He gently pulls her skirt down toward her knees, while his fingers graze over her skin and return back to his cold beer.

  For a moment, she misses his warm hand on her fragile body. She wants to take that hand and have him rub her breasts through the white cotton shirt she is wearing, letting the nipples go hard and perk up so everyone will know she, too, is a wild woman who isn’t afraid of a man touching her in public. She wants to show those other girls that she’s not as much of a prude as they think she is.

  “Do you always show off your panties in public?” he whispers in her ear.

  His warm breath makes her close her eyes and pause for a moment. Oh my God, he feels so good next to me, Jane is thinking.

  She opens her eyes and smiles demurely, as if she doesn’t know what he’s talking about. She wants to say only for you, but she knows that would be far too provocative, and she’s not sure if she wants to lead him on. The reality is that she wouldn’t even know what to do with him if he were to take her home.

  He leans over and kisses her on the cheek, and she reacts with a nervous giggle.

  “Do you like that?” he asks, knowing the answer, given the way she’s blushing.

  He moves toward her and kisses her with his thick, warm, wet lips. Then he uses his tongue to moisten her thin, pink lips, moving her mouth open and holding her head back. She surrenders to him, and he shows her exactly what he wants, while making her feel secure. It is as if everyone else in the room disappears, and only the two of them remain.

  Overhearing Valerie’s laugh in the background, Jane stops kissing him immediately, terrified that Valerie is watching her. She looks up and around the bar, and thankfully, finds Valerie in the middle of a crowd of guys, faking a strip tease. She is too busy to notice what Jane is doing.

  Jane pushes herself up off the bar stool and looks away from Brad in embarrassment.

  “I gotta go,” she says, walking away as fast as possible, grabbing her purse from the other stool.

  “But…” Brad starts.

  He doesn’t get a chance to introduce himself or get her number.

  “Damn it,” he mutters. “Another beer, please, bartender.”

  Chapter 7

  “Ugghhhh,” Jane groans as she turns off the alarm. Her body feels like it’s spinning around the room. She reaches for her headache medication, but has no water to wash it down.

  She rolls out of bed, still wearing her skirt and top from the night before, and makes her way to the kitchen. She bends over, feeling horrible at the thought of how much she drank and embarrassed that she kissed a random stranger, one who had to be at least ten years her senior. She looks in the mirror and finds she has lipstick smeared across her face. She can’t believe she let herself get so drunk.

  There’s a knock at the door.

  Oh, damn it, it’s the landlord, Jane assumes, trying to stay as quiet as possible.

  A knock again.

  “Ms. Bryden, are you there?”

  It’s a man’s voice, but not the landlord’s. He knocks again.

  Jane walks over to the door as quickly as she can without puking. She looks through the peep hole and sees a man who is about six feet tall with dark hair and wearing a pinstripe suit. His face looks friendly enough.

  “Ms. Bryden, I’d like to speak with you. It’s about the gentleman you met last night.”

  Jane flushes with embarrassment and flattery at the same time.

  “Oh,” replies Jane through the closed door.,“What is it?”

  “Would you mind opening the door? I have a proposal to make to you.”

  She unlatches the door and opens it. The man notices that her hair is disheveled and that her tits are showing through her white blouse. Her skirt is half falling off of her, revealing her belly button. He wishes he could invite himself in, grab her beautiful waist, kiss her belly and throw her on the couch. He wants to rub his body all over her, but he knows better. He works for Brad Halliwell, and Brad has his eyes on this pretty, young thing.

  He clears his throat.

  “Um, sorry to bother you so early in the morning, but I have an urgent message for you.”

  Jane feels mildly confused, but wants the man to tell her whatever he needs to say so she can go back to bed.

  “The gentleman you, uh, met last night at the bar, his name is Brad Halliwell, and he funded the ballet production you were in.”

  Oh God, Jane thinks to herself, I really blew it this time.

  “Well, he has asked me to offer you a proposal of sorts. He sees your potential as a ballerina and wonders if you would go away with him for a week to his private island. He was quite captivated by you.”

  “Well, that’s a lovely offer,” says Jane, sarcastically. “But I’ve got bills to pay, and I just can’t take a week off.”

  “Yes, he understands that completely. That’s why he is prepared to offer you one million dollars, so you have peace of mind and don’t have to worry about a thing. He’s already spoken with your dance instructor, letting her know that you might be away with him.”

  Jane is dumbfounded. She’s never had that much cash offered to her before.

  “One million dollars, really? What’s the catch?”

  “Not much of one. He just requests you wear this piece of lingerie and the dress in this box and meet him at his private jet in Syracuse at three p.m. tomorrow.”

  “Oh, I get it. I have to have sex with him. He wants me as his hooker. Well, you can
tell your Mr. Brad Halliwell that even though I’m broke as hell, I’m not that kind of gal. I’m sure he can find someone else who will make him happy.”

  Jane is proud of standing up for herself, even though all she wants to do is run to the bathroom and puke her guts out.

  “Well, ma’am, that’s the thing. Mr. Halliwell is a decent enough man to say there is no such requirement. You don’t have to have sex with him…unless you want to. He will respect your choice either way, and you still get the million dollars at the end of it. He just asks that you follow his instructions knowing there is no pressure or expectation on his part. What do you say?”

  Jane is blown away and doesn’t really know what to say. She remembers how he made her feel last night and how she was ready to give all of her body to him in that brief moment. She isn’t sure if she can trust herself or not, wondering if the piña coladas made her lose her senses.

  Why would she pass up the chance to make a million dollars with a wealthy man wanting to take her to a private island? Without having to do anything but wear a specific outfit?

  “Can I think about it?” Jane asks the man.

  “Well, not really. Mr. Halliwell needs to know now, and would just ask you to sign this contract to confirm the details so we can book the jet.”

  “Well, fine, what’s there to lose,” replies Jane flippantly, just wanting this man to go away so she can go back to bed.

  She takes the box that has the dress and lingerie she’s supposed to wear and closes the door before the man has a chance to say goodbye. She tosses it on the couch and crawls back to bed, popping another pill.

  “Oh God, I think I’m losing my mind,” she says to herself, and immediately doses off to sleep.

  Chapter 8

  The next day, Jane wakes feeling refreshed. She has a healthy breakfast, downs a glass of fresh juice, and turns on the tunes. The song I Can See Clearly Now is on and Jane sings out loud.

  “It’s gonna be a bright, bright, bright sunshine-y day.”

  She feels happy and light-hearted, something she hasn’t felt in ages.

  She goes to her bedroom and opens the box. Laying out the dress on the bed, she finds it to be a beautiful, form-fitting, satin dress that is full length and champagne-colored.

  “Oh, wow!” Jane’s breath is taken away. “It’s stunning,” she says out loud. She wonders if she will fit into it and whether it will look good on her. It seems like it should be for a woman who looks more like a runway model in En Vogue magazine, not for someone like her.

  She goes over to the mirror, and puts the dress up to her body. It looks like a perfect fit, she sees in disbelief. How did he know? She twirls around with the bottom of the dress floating around her ankles. She likes how it feels against her skin.

  She unwraps the other package, the one with the lingerie in it. She unfolds a bra and panty set, also satin, champagne with a rose-colored lace trim along the edges. She pulls the panties up and caresses her breasts into the bra, pushing her cleavage up.

  The panty is shaped to only lightly cover her ass, and clings to her hips in a way that makes her body look curvy and sensual.

  Jane can’t believe what she sees in the mirror. Could it really be her? She pulls her hair down and it sweeps across her back, flowing along her skin. She turns to look at herself, and standing on her tippy toes she bends over.

  Is that really my ass? It’s round and white with a peachy tone to it. Her ass is as tight as a rubber ball. When she smacks it, it doesn’t even jiggle.

  “Hmmm. I guess this is one of the benefits of doing ballet,” she acknowledges.

  She imagines Brad taking her dress off, pushing his hand down her backside, and grabbing her ass, pulling her aggressively toward him, thrusting his hard cock against her satin panties, making her all dripping wet while kissing and biting her neck.

  Jane reaches down into her panties and starts stroking herself. She watches herself in the mirror moving her hand up and down, her fingers touching her delicate labia, the blood rushing to her hot center. She groans and moans, feeling her hair sway back and forth across her back, watching her hips shake and her legs twitch.

  Grabbing her tits, she pushes them up so she can see more cleavage. She feels like a fucking beauty queen for the first time in her life. Moving her hand faster and faster and squeezing her fingers while she goes deeper inside of herself. She breathes deeply and moans loudly, not caring if the neighbors can hear her through the open window. She doesn’t give a fuck anymore.

  She wants to be a woman and she wants to start by fucking Brad. She wishes he were here right now and imagines her actions if he were. She would push him onto the bed, then straddle and fuck him, like he’s never been fucked before.

  “Oh Gawwwwdddd,” Jane moans, orgasming all over her hand, the juices flowing out and onto the satin panties. “Fuuuuucccckkkkk!” she screams. “I want you so fucking badly, Brad Halli-whoever-the-fuck-you-are!”

  Jane flops on the bed, her legs drooping over the edge. She feels the cool breeze kiss her bare belly and realizes she is totally relaxed. For the first time, she feels free to be herself without the restraints of other people telling her what to do. She has never fantasized about someone like that before, and she can already sense it will be hard for her to say no to this man.

  She wonders if she is crazy for getting on a plane with someone she barely knows, but it’s too late now, and she is curious about all these weird feelings she’s having.

  Maybe he is the one who will make all of her loneliness and problems go away. She somehow doesn’t feel afraid of him hurting her. There’s something special about this guy, she could feel it last night, even though she was drunk. And a million dollars, really? For real? Is that really possible?

  The phone rings and its Jane’s aunt.

  “Hi, Aunt Millie. How are you? Uh huh… I’m pretty good. Staying focused on school, you know… No I don’t have big plans. Just staying at home and being good.”

  Jane could never tell her aunt the truth about going away with Brad. Her aunt has only ever seen Jane as a good girl, and believes in her every step of the way. She is the one who loaned Jane money so she could go to school in New York in the first place. She would be horrified to find out Jane is taking money to go away with a man she has barely even met. Somehow, Jane likes that this is her little secret. It’s a side of herself no one knows about, and this adventure is all for her. She can be a completely different woman that nobody has preconceived notions about.

  “No, Aunt Millie, I’m fine for money, but thank you for asking!” replies Jane, who then hangs up the phone.

  Over the course of two hours, Jane washes and dries her new panties, puts the dress and stockings on, takes extra time with her hair, and even adds makeup.

  Finally ready, she waters her plants and calls a cab to take her to the airport. She feels glamorous now in her own world and she loves it.

  Chapter 9

  The cab arrives at the airport. It is a beautiful day outside, with a light breeze. Jane is sitting in the back, excited by this new lifestyle she will be stepping into, even if it’s only for a week.

  “Here we are, ma’am,” says the cab driver, treating her as if she is someone special. “Looks like you’re going on a fancy vacation,” he comments. “I must say, my dear, you are one beautiful woman and whoever you are meeting is one lucky man.”

  Jane has never had anyone treat her as wealthy or extra-special, or even had men pay her attention at all really. She is used to being the one helping everyone else out and taking whatever kindness she can get from the world. People see her as timid, quiet and unappealing.

  Jane is not sure how to respond to this man’s view of her. What could she say to seem confident, but not bitchy like some of the wealthy women she knew?

  “Why thank you. That is very kind of you,” she replies, with a sense of detachment. She’d love to tell him how much it means to her, and that no one has ever seen her this way before.


  “Here, you can keep the change,” she says, handing him the money.

  She steps out of the cab and onto the tarmac. The cab driver goes over to grab her hand and help her out. She adjusts her dress and stands up tall, feeling like this is the beginning of a whole new chapter in her life.

  “Thank you,” she says to the cab driver. “I hope you have a wonderful day.”

  “You’ve already made it wonderful for me,” he responds, in a completely genuine way.

  Nervous, Jane put one foot in front of the other, the way she was trained in finishing school. She is delicate, graceful, and so anxious. She has a light scarf wrapped around her head and she is wearing dark sunglasses, enough to cover her uncertain eyes.

  She walks toward the jet, her knees shaking from the excitement and anticipation. The cab driver admires her curves as she walks away.

  A man at the top of the stairs waves at her. It doesn’t look like Brad. He must be the pilot. She can’t believe this is happening to her, that there would be people waiting for her and making sure she is welcomed and safe. She could get used to this.

  She lifts her dress and takes one step at a time, pretending she’s done this before. She wonders if she’ll still be attracted to Brad, or if it was just the piña coladas clouding her vision. What if he turns out to be a sick pig of a guy and she isn’t able to stand being with him for an hour, much less a week?

  All her anxieties are kicking in now and the only way to calm herself is to remember the feeling she had that night at the bar, and the way his personal assistant, Trish, made her feel in the change room.

  She touches her belly, feeling the smoothness of the dress and tries to hold herself together. There’s no turning back now, Janey, she tells herself. Just make the best of this situation and follow orders.

  She feels the cool air conditioning coming from the plane door. The pilot takes her hand and helps her in. She notices Brad on the phone, apparently engaged in a serious business call, and facing the direction of the bar.