Fantasies Incorporated - The Complete Collection

by Bridy McAvoy

  He chuckled in her ear and she realized she’d spoken out loud.

  “Just put them on, stockings first.”

  She cocked an eyebrow at the window in mock question and heard him laugh again, once more sounding more like her husband than ever.

  “Put the stockings on, then find a nice pair of black heels of your own. Sorry, we didn’t know your shoe size.”

  “It’s a six.”

  “Thank you. We’ll remember that for next time.”

  “Next time?”

  He just laughed and she continued with pulling the stockings up her legs, knowing this exposed her breasts lasciviously to his eyes, jiggling obscenely in the open. She mentally catalogued her shoes as she pulled the stockings straight, opening her legs to expose herself in the process and settled on a pair of three inch heels in black leather that Steve always thought accentuated her legs perfectly.

  Fuck me pumps, he calls them! I guess they’re the shoes he wants me to wear!

  Digging the shoes out of the bottom of the wardrobe in the corner only took a few seconds, and she deliberately bent over at the waist rather than squatted, knowing this would stretch out her ass for her voyeur. She could feel her heart beating faster and her breath getting ragged again as she pulled the shoes onto her feet, knowing she was getting turned on again.

  I’m really going to need a shower after this.

  She pulled the thong up her legs and settled it into place, her fingers absently running over her pussy as she did so, sending a frisson of pleasure from her vagina up to her brain and back again, her nipples hardening at the thoughts running through her brain.

  The dress slipped over her head with a whisper, caressing her body as the lightweight fabric settled around her. She shivered at its touch, imagining Steve’s fingers stroking her through it.

  “There’s a CD in the box, put it in the stereo but don’t start it playing yet.”

  She had almost shut him from her thoughts, doing this for herself now, not him. When she stood up she looked at herself in the mirror, and realized how sexy she looked dressed like this.

  God! A real slut look!

  “Very nice, now the CD, please?”

  She removed the CD from the box and inserted it in the stereo next to the bed and picked up the room remote which controlled both the stereo, the lights and the curtains.

  “Come toward the window so we can see you better.”

  She did as he said and stood there waiting for his next command, which she expected to be to play the music.

  He wants a proper striptease this time, to music. I’m going to beat him black and blue over this… after I’ve fucked my husband half to death that is.

  “How are you going to hear the music?”

  “That’s easy. Open the doors.”

  So that’s how Steve is going to get to me—climb onto the terrace. Good.

  Without thinking it any harder, she pushed the button that swung the bi-fold doors out to either side letting the cool air of the evening into the room. She gasped as her nipples puckered at the contact with the colder air.

  “Hmmm… Can’t see you well enough. Why don’t you put the outside floods on, on the terrace?”

  Again it made sense, so she did as she was told.

  “Why don’t you put the music on and step out onto your stage, we want to watch your performance.”

  “Enough of your game, Steve, enough.”

  He laughed.

  “We’re not Steve.”

  “What do you mean we?”

  “What made you think I was on my own?”

  “Oh, my God! How many of you are there?”

  He laughed again.

  “Enough.”

  God! What if it really isn’t Steve?

  At that moment the house phone rang but she’d left the cordless phone downstairs. She heard it ring four times and then the answer phone clicked in. Suddenly her husband’s voice floated up the stairs as he left a message for her.

  Hi, honey, guess you’re in the bath or something. Flight was okay, but O’Hare really sucks. Never mind, heading south tomorrow. Catch you later. Byes. Love you.

  The rest of what he was saying was drowned out by the voice in her ear.

  “Ah… Nice. That was hubby, I guess. So that confirms it for you, doesn’t it? I’m not him, and I’ve already told you, I’m not on my own.”

  Delia looked out into the darkness beyond the small floodlit terrace, open mouthed.

  “Now, step out onto your stage, your audience is awaiting your performance, and I’m pretty sure the headline act is one that’s been worth waiting for. Cue the music.”

  She wasn’t sure why she did it, but she flicked the play button on the remote and, as the heavy beat of a rock track started to throb through the room, she dropped the remote onto the bed and stepped through the open patio doors, out onto the terrace, with her hips already bouncing from side to side to the music.

  Glancing down, she saw the reflected light from the floodlights trained on the terrace was enough to illuminate the lawn below. There were several faces looking up at her—her audience.

  Delia didn’t miss a beat as she smiled down at them, her nipples already tenting the bodice, her legs flashing and the skirt swishing from side to side as her hands reached for the hem.

  Fantasies Incorporated: The Dinner Date

  By: Bridy McAvoy

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  Copyright © Aug. 2008, Bridy McAvoy

  Cover Art Copyright © Aug 2009, Brightling Spur

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  The Dinner Date

  I was in love. I couldn’t escape that fact; I was hopelessly and head over heels in love with Pete. Sitting in the expensive restaurant in my little black dress I watched him apprehensively. He seemed ill at ease; something was bothering him, something he didn’t want to talk to me about. This was making me nervous and I could feel the butterflies in my stomach.

  Every time I tried to steer the conversation around to whatever was bothering him he avoided answering and changed the subject. Normally our dinner conversation was light and flirty and chatty. That was one of the things I loved about him. Usually by the time I’d had a few glasses the conversation would turn suggestive, fruity and even downright raunchy. Tonight he wasn’t responding.

  Finally over the coffees I confronted him.

  “Pete, just tell me what’s wrong?”

  He looked at me with those big eyes of his. I could drown in those eyes.

  “Come on, tell me. You can’t hide it from me you know…”

  “Well Christie…”

  He stopped unable to go on and then after a moment he continued.

  “How much money have you got on you?”

  “A few dollars why?”

  “When I went up to the bar to settle the bill, the credit card got refused.”

  “What?”

  “True… I’m sorry darling but I can’t pay the bill. I haven’t got much in the way of cash on me and this place doesn’t take checks.”

  She sat there stunned, he continued.

  “The manager doesn’t want a scene so in a few moments the waiter is going to take us back to the office to talk to us. At least it won’t be as embarrassing as having a confrontation out here.”

  “I should say so.”

  My lips set in a firm frown whilst I considered the predicament. I had never been embarrassed
this way in a restaurant before in my life. The problem was I was carrying only a tiny clutch bag and my own main wallet complete with credit cards were lying on the night stand by the bed. The bed I’d intended to be romping on with Pete as soon as we got home. Damn. Why now? Why did he have to pull this silliness today? If he’d told me he was a bit short I would have paid no problem.

  That’s when I realized the waiter had appeared behind me and Pete was standing up. As I stood the waiter pulled the chair away for me and motioning for us both to follow, he led us towards a door at the side of the bar. We went through and the plush decor of the restaurant was replaced by bare walls and a threadbare stained carpet in a short corridor. He led us to a door on the left and opened it and ushered us into a room that was right behind the bar. The bar had a mirrored back but from inside you could see through it into the tastefully lit restaurant. The office itself was as plush as the restaurant with the room dominated by the rather overweight balding guy sitting behind the desk looking at us sternly. Pete started to speak but he held up his hand for silence and continued to regard us, well me mostly, for a minute.

  “Just how did you intend to pay for the meal Mr. Stevens?”

  His voice was startlingly powerful in a gravely sort of way and I felt an uncontrollable shiver run up my spine

  “I’m sorry; I thought there was enough credit left on my credit card to cover it. I didn’t expect them to bounce it.”

  The manager held up a bit of paper and looked at it for a moment.

  “This bill is for two hundred and thirty seven dollars without the service charge. Your credit card company will only advance twenty six dollars at most according to their system. Don’t play me for a fool. You knew you couldn’t meet the bill.”

  Pete hung his head in shame as the guy turned to look at me.

  “You young lady, do you have any way of clearing this unpleasantness.”

  “Not on me no, but my card is at home. It’s a twenty minute ride away and I can fetch it and settle this no problem.”

  I was breathless but tried my most winsome smile on him. Behind him I could see the last pair of diners putting on their coats and being ushered out. Damn. They were closing up.

  “Why should I and my staff wait for an hour or more just so you can disappear into the night? Besides I don’t think a pretty young lady should be allowed out by herself this late at night anyway.”

  I started to speak but he overrode me…

  “You needn’t think I would let both of you go do you? That would be very silly on my part wouldn’t it?”

  That was something I hadn’t thought about and realized he was intimating that we might abscond. I started to get angry about this, after all I’m an honest girl but then I realized he didn’t know us from Adam.

  I hung my head, defeated waiting for him to tell us to clean the place up or something. Washing dishes to pay for the meal is such a cliché but I knew that was what would happen.

  “How’s your singing voice young lady?”

  “What?”

  “I said, how’s your singing voice?”

  “Ok I suppose, but I’m not a pro.”

  He chuckled.

  “I can see that my dear. You have had the entertainment of the meal for the last three hours for free so, I think you should entertain my staff and I in return, don’t you?”

  Two ideas flashed through my head; only one of which was singing; I hoped to god the other one was wrong.”

  “You…mean sing for my supper?”

  “Exactly. We have an excellent karaoke system here. I think twenty dollars a song is about right don’t you. So that’s twelve songs to cover the bill and a couple of extras to provide the tip. That’s fair isn’t it?”

  Me, sing fourteen songs, one after the other. Jeez. What was I getting in to?

  “I’m not sure I could manage it, but if that’s what you want?”

  He smiled, at least I thought it was a smile, it could have been a smirk or a leer but I think it was a smile.

  “Right, let’s go back into the bar where you can have a drink whilst Alberto sets up the system for you.”

  As we both stood the other shoe dropped.

  “Not you I’m afraid Mr. Stevens. I think you should stay in here and watch from here. This way the pair of you can’t back out of our deal and run away can you?”

  “Pete hadn’t met my eyes once since we’d entered the room. He was feeling so ashamed over this, that my love for him overrode my anger at him. I squeezed his hand as he sank back into his chair.

  “It’s ok, I can do this.”

  His face looked a picture of abject misery as the manager, whose name I now found out was Joseph, from his nameplate, let me out of the door in the wake of Alberto the waiter. He turned and locked the door behind him carefully and I realized I was alone with these guys now.

  I walked through the door into the main room to see Alberto and the other waiter setting up a microphone on the slightly raised stage area in one corner opposite the bar. Sitting at the nearest table were two kitchen staff in none too clean whites – obviously the chef and his assistant. I’d sung at Karaoke before but usually only with friends, never in front of what I believed would be a critical audience. I bit my lip as Joseph led me over to the stage area and handed me up onto it, I glanced back at the mirrored back to the bar but could only see my own frightened reflection looking back. I knew that Pete would be watching from the other side.

  Alberto stopped fiddling with the microphone stand and quickly went back over to the bar where he reappeared with a tray, a couple of bottles of wine and a tall glass of iced water. He handed me the latter and I sipped it gratefully, using it to wet my lips as well.

  The other waiter was rummaging through the stack of disks hidden in the alcove before emerging with the one he wanted with a grunt of satisfaction. Obviously Joseph had already told him which disk to pick because it was Joseph who spoke to me.

  “I think you should start with an oldie just to get your voice into gear and I’m sure this is one you will have liked and sang to yourself as a teenager.”

  He nodded and I moved over to the microphone which Alberto had already set for approximately the right height and licked my lips nervously.

  Suddenly the first bars of the music belted out of the speakers to the sides of the stage and within a couple of seconds I had recognized the song. Christ almighty, they’d picked Madonna’s Like a Virgin. I colored up instantly, he was absolutely right, as a young girl, preteen as it happens, I had cavorted around the privacy of my own room attempting to sing this. I remembered how we had thought she looked so cool and none of us could wait until we grew boobs to be able to dress like that.

  “Start it again. She wasn’t ready.”

  I snapped out of the reverie and realized I’d missed my cue and that Joseph wasn’t exactly happy with me; but at least he was giving me another chance and I had remembered the words.

  The music swelled again and on cue this time I started to warble the remembered lyrics. Even to my own ears it didn’t sound too brilliant. Joseph let me get to the end of the first chorus before raising his hand and making a chopping motion. The music cut off and I stopped mid line with my mouth hanging open. I snapped my jaws closed and looked at him.

  “Is that the best you can do?”

  “I’m a little rusty but it’ll get better I promise…”

  I tried the little winsome smile again; it didn’t work this time either.

  “One more try.”

  I took another drink and calmed my nerves before nodding to the waiter to switch the music on again.

  Again I started the on cue but this time I felt the song sounded much better so I was surprised and bitterly disappointed when Joseph made the cutting motion even sooner this time. He frowned.

  “I thought you said you could sing a little?”

  “I can; I’m sorry I’m just nervous. I’ll do better I promise.”

  “What do you think boys?” />
  He turned to his staff. Alberto spoke out.

  “Maybe she can dance better than she can sing.”

  “What about it can you dance?”

  I nodded, not really sure where this was going and didn’t like it one little bit and couldn’t get Pete to help me to decide this time.

  Joseph stood and took the microphone and stand away leaving the small stage area clear. He sat back down and nodded to the waiter who started up the music again.

  I took a deep breath and started to sway with the music. I closed my eyes and tried to remember the dance she used to do to this one but could only remember bits of it. Still I tried. I bobbed and swayed, I crouched and extended. I stretched my arms up above my head, knowing that the short skirt of my little black dress would ride up showing a bit more leg. I turned and pivoted; with my back to them I shook my little booty at them. It wasn’t big; I suppose I must be among the small minority of women who wished her butt looked big in something.

  I danced my heart out until the song ended and then stood there panting looking out at my unappreciative audience. They sat there stony faced and my heart sank. Joseph sat there for a long minute staring at me and allowing my apprehension to build.

  “There were a couple of things wrong with that dance young lady and I’m afraid that we couldn’t agree to pay twenty dollars for that could we? What’s your name sweetie? Every dancer should have a name.”

  “Christie,” I said in a small voice.

  “Well Christie, I think you need to make some specific improvements to your dancing.”

  I nodded at him. “Anything.”

  He chuckled.

  “The problem is Christie is that if you are going to dance on the stage on your own like that then you are finishing the dance with too many clothes on; if you get my meaning.”

  I got his meaning all right. He didn’t want me to just dance; he wanted me to dance a striptease for them! Shit! That other thought I’d had in the office had been nearer to the truth after all. Still what choice did I have? After all Pete was still locked in that office. God; I hoped he wasn’t able to hear the conversations out here.