The Fantasy Maker

I was young and full of dreams. I was only three years old when my mother enrolled me in my first dance class. I fell in love with it. Dancing became my life. Everything I did revolved around classes, rehearsals, contests, recitals. Dancing was all I knew.

The day I turned eighteen, I packed my little red Chevy as tightly as I could with all my personal possessions, and headed for New York, the city that never sleeps. I had a plan. I just knew that I was going to break onto Broadway and sweep the city off its’ feet. That never happened.

Con men and broken promises were what I found. The rent was paid from the tips I made as a waitress. The one thing I still had going for me was my stubborn perseverance, and a fantastic body that came from years of dancing. "Your breasts are too big to be a serious dancer." So many people told me. "You look more like a swimsuit model than a ballerina."

My eyes filled with tears from each rejection. Waitressing paid next to nothing, and robbed me of time I wanted to spend in the studio, perfecting my craft. I needed a new job. Luck was with me. I had met another dancer who seemed to have it all. Her name was Karina. She had a very pretty apartment in a good neighborhood. She could afford as many classes as she had time for, and the best thing, she worked at night. She was an exotic dancer.

One afternoon, after spilling my sorrows over a cup of coffee at the little dive I was working in, she unknowingly, changed my life. "Ashley." She said. "Why don’t you move in with me. I have an extra bedroom and there is even an opening at the club. You could try it out for a while as see how you like it. If it doesn’t work out, at least you have a place to sleep. I really am getting tired of living alone anyway."

"Rina? Are you sure?" The offer was too good to believe.

"Of course I am. So, when do you want to move in?"

"Now!" I said, laughing.

The next few days seemed to swirl by. Karina helped me move from the shabby one room apartment I had been in to her pretty spacious flat. Doubt clouded my mind with worry each time she mentioned the opening at the club. I didn’t know if being an exotic dancer was the right thing for me. Sexually I was very naive. The only experiences I had were those stolen in the back seat of some dates' parents car. Almost a year had passed since that last love making session, if you could even call it that.

In the end I didn’t really have much of a choice. The coffee shop I worked in went out of business, and my money ran out. Karina began coaching me in the afternoons before she left for work. The lessons lasted about a week when she told me that in order for me to really know what mood I needed to present, I should come with her one night and just watch. That was exactly what I did, and that first night she had me on stage, "as a new up and coming dancer." The power I felt that first night as I slowly peeled the layers of my clothing off was the most intoxicating thing I had ever felt. I was hooked.

"My God! She is a natural. Where did you find her?" Was the first thing I heard when I left the stage. The manager, which I would later find out was named Gus, had Karina by the shoulders and was drilling her with questions. "Who does she work for? Is she available? My God, that natural innocence. The customers eat that shit up?"

"Gus, calm down. She doesn’t work for anyone. She isn’t even a stripper, yet. I have been working with her and trying to get her to fill the spot Candy had. Now if you would just shut up I will introduce you."

Karina smiled at me and motioned for me to join her. "Ash, there are robes over there if you want one. It is no big deal we all walk around here naked all the time. Whatever you are comfortable with."

Heat flooded my face when I realized that I was nearly naked. The only thing I wore was a shiny white, iridescent g-string. I got one of the robes off the rack and put it on. Before I could finish tying the belt, Gus rushed over to my side. "Girlie, that was some show you just put on out there. Is it true you never stripped before?"

"Yes, it is true." I barely whispered, shyness and embarrassment had taken over.

"Well, I’ll be damned." Gus’ face was lit up like a child’s after finding his dream toy under the tree on Christmas morning. He took me by the hand and drew me into his office. We sat there for hours and talked. Gus wanted me to become a "specialty" as he put it in the club. Together we came up with an original idea. Something no other club was doing. His rough exterior came through at times during our conversation, but I also saw a side of him that I really liked, a protective, almost fatherly side. That night I found a new job, and also realized that the rough looking middle aged man whom had become my boss, was really a sweetie at heart.

That night Gus and I came up with an idea that was to become the talk of New York, and soon the talk of the world of stripping. I am not sure what got into me that night. Maybe it was the adrenaline rush. Maybe it was the power trip. What ever it was, that night I became "The Fantasy Maker."

Gus announced our idea the following night. "Gentlemen, some of you may remember that little lady who graced our stage last evening. Well I was able to snatch her up, and together we came up with something new I am sure many of you will like. We are giving you the opportunity to make your fantasies come to life. All you have to do is write to her. Tell her in as much detail as you can what your fantasy is and stick those letters in that little wooden box over there on the bar. Each night she will give a few lucky men their fantasies come true. Now Gentlemen, don’t get too excited. The same rules apply here as they do for all of the lap dances. She may touch you. You MAY NOT touch her.....unless she says it is OK. So get that pen and paper ready and scratch those fantasies out for her. Your Fantasy Maker is waiting to hear from YOU."

"Ash! Ash! HEY! ASHLEY, snap out of it."

"Huh? What? Oh, sorry Rina. What’s up? I asked.

"Where were you? You looked like you were off in space somewhere."

"I was just sitting here thinking how all of this started." I motioned to the pile of letters that covered the bed under me.

"Hard to believe that it has been two years already huh?"

"Yeah no kidding."

"Well, have you decided who, or what you are going to be tonight."

"I think so, now I just have to call the guy and let him know that his fantasy is about to come true."

I got to the club early that afternoon. There was a lot of set up involved with this particular fantasy. It was going to be a tough one to pull off, but if my hunch was right, it would be perfect for him, and very rewarding for me. Four hours later the set is finished. I had to take over the largest room we had. It was the one that was usually reserved for bachelor parties. I showered and readied myself, taking my time with my hair and make-up. For some reason, I had a different feeling about this performance. I felt like it might be special.

One last look in the mirror and I knew I was ready. I took the back way to the room I had just set up, careful not to let the customers see me. The door felt cool and smooth under my hand as I slid it open. The scent of rose petals assault my senses immediately. I slipped off the robe I was wearing and tossed it over a chair. Then I stepped into the deep claw footed tub that was filled to overflowing with rose scented bubbles and fresh rose petals. A button is placed within reach. I pushed on it once, letting Gus know that I am ready to fulfill this fantasy.

The door at the other end of the room opened. I heard a surprise gasp, but chose to ignore it. I knew that if I acknowledged the fact that the gentleman had walked in, it would ruin the realness of the fantasy I was weaving. As expected he took a few steps and placed himself behind the glass frame I had set up to look like a window. He stood there, as if he were outside looking in on me taking a very intimate bath.

Candles flickered their dancing light across the bubbles making them sparkle. I gathered those very same bubbles up and ran them across my arms, over my shoulders and finally down my pert breasts. My fingertips circled my nipples, making them tighten and pucker. Sensually I massaged my breasts, squeezing, lifting, molding. My hands traveled to my legs then. I lifted one then the other, running my hands up and down the length of each. Pushing myself up in the tub, I allowed the gentleman a better look at my body, covered with bubbles. I once more scooped up a handful of the shimmering froth and brought it to my neck. My hands slid from my neck to my breasts, over my hardened peaks and down under the hot water. I dove my fingers into my center, and bucked from the intense feeling. After fingering my pussy under the water for a few minutes, I stood. The foam covering my body slid down with a sensual grace. I placed one foot on the edge of the tub and opened my legs. My fingertip found it’s way into my mouth and I sucked greedily as another finger circled and rubbed over my clit.

By the time I dared to glance at the make-shift window, it was almost completely steamed over. Feigning a surprised scream, I "caught" my Peeping Tom in the act. First I acting shocked and appalled, then slowly the look in my eyes changed. I wanted him to watch me. I wanted him to see me touching myself. I stepped from the tub and walked over to the window. I stopped just as my nipples touched the glass. My hands rested on the frame overhead. I looked into his eyes, and smiled. I unlocked the window, took a few steps backward, and gestured for him to come in.

He opened the window and stepped though. I took his hand and led him to a chair. Music soon surrounded us. It wasn’t the normal music for the normal lap dance. He had requested Celine Dions "Seduce Me." My body began to move. My hands began to roam my body, almost offering it to him.

I remembered that his name was Graham. God he was a beautiful man, tall and dark, with shoulders that looked as if they could handle the weight of the world. He was a perfect gentleman sitting there, just watching me. I began to really live this fantasy. Never before had I gotten lost in them. Never before had I lost control. This time I was, I was losing control, and I didn’t want to gain it back.

I moved close to him, placed my hands on his shoulders and whispered in his ear, "Graham, I want you. You may touch me, if you like." I then turned my back to him, sat on his lap and reached behind me to pull his mouth down to my neck. His breath was hot on my skin and his hands found my breasts and nipples, aching for his touch.

"What is your name?" He murmured into my ear. "What is your real name?"

"Ashley." I answered.

"You have a beautiful body Ashley, I want to love it. May I?" Never before had any man set my soul on fire as he was doing.

"Yes. Oh God, yes."

He turned me around to face him, spread my legs so they were wrapped around his waist, and kissed me. His tongue found mine and set it ablaze with passion. His hands grabbed at my ass cheeks and squeezed them. With a suddenness that took me by surprise he pushed me back and captured a nipple in his mouth. Lightly his teeth nipped at it, making me moan out in pleasure. Then he stopped, and looking me in the eye, he said, "I want you to undress me."

The thought of seeing his raw masculinity urged me on. Soon his clothes were piled on the floor next to the chair. "Don’t stop dancing." He told me. Performing for him once again, I moved my body, teasing him with it. When I brushed my breasts over his cock he told me to stop. "Take it in your mouth."

His manhood was glorious, and I eagerly did as he wanted. At that point I was willing to do anything for this man. I had never before seen him, and more than likely I never would again, but at that moment in time, he possessed me. My mouth opened over his swollen shaft. My tongue licked at the dripping head. His balls were hot in my hands as I molded them, pushing them closer to my mouth. The look in his eyes told me that I was pleasing him. I sucked and licked and teased until I felt the tension building, and then, I stopped.

"Ashley?" He said huskily. "This is my fantasy tonight right?"

"Yes." I answered. "Is there something you would like me to do for you that I haven’t already done?"

"Do you have some oil I could use on you? I want you slippery."

I walked over to a dresser and opened the drawer, reaching in I pulled out a coconut scented and flavored massage oil. Holding it up for him to see, I asked, "Is this OK?"

"Yes that is perfect."

When I gave it to him, he opened it immediately and turned me so my back was towards him. His hand started to rub the heat sensitive oil into my ass. Just as I started to relax I felt the sharp sting of his hand as it slapped me. "You have been a very very bad girl." He said. "Do you always let strangers into your house to watch you dance naked? That is a very dangerous thing to do. Now I am going to have to spank you. Lay across my lap and present your bottom for punishment."

I wasn’t sure I liked where this fantasy was going, but I was willing to give it a try, I laid across his lap but wasn’t prepared for the first sharp sting I felt. "You have been a very very naughty girl, but you are obeying me well, so I will not be too hard on you." Again I felt a sharp slap. By the time he was finished my bottom was bright red and tears of pain were running rivers down my face, sexually though, I was very turned on.

"OK Sweetheart, I am finished and you have been so good taking your spanking. Come here so I can kiss those tears away." He pulled me onto his lap once again, placing my legs around his waist so I was straddling him. As he began to kiss the tears away I felt his cock pushing into my pussy. "Are you sore Honey? Let me rub it away." His hand massaged and kneaded into the firm flesh on my ass, distributing the scented massage oil again. I cried out from shock as his finger found its’ way into my asshole. "Mmmmmnn you are so tight here." He said.

Graham reached for the bottle of coconut oil and poured some over his fingers. Slowly he slid first one into my ass, then he withdrew it and slid in the next oil covered one. "OK, now you are ready for me."

"Ready for you?" I asked my voice shaking with nerves. "What do you mean?"

"Just relax and turn around."

He turned me so my back was to him again and guided my hips so my anus was against his cock. "Sit down on it, very slowly. I will let you set the pace, but I want to be inside your tight little ass."

I was scared, but at the same time curious. Rina had talked about anal sex before and how she enjoyed it. So, slowly I pushed against his hardness. "That’s it Baby, take your time."

Graham reached around me and placed a hand on either side of my pussy. Using his fingers he spread me open. I felt as rush of cool air surround my sex, but soon I was warmed with two of his fingers caressing each side of my clit. His fingers drove me to near frenzy. The sensation of his fingers teasing my clit and his cock being buried in my ass pushed me over the edge and I climaxed.

My fantasy lover pushed against me as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. When I finally began to descend, I realized he was pumping into my ass, and I was meeting each and every thrust he made, AND I loved it. I felt so full and sexy. My hands squeezed at my breasts and my fingers pulled at my nipples.

"That’s it Baby, toss your head back and arch your back so I can watch you." I placed my head on his shoulder and arched my back giving him full view of my breasts and the pleasurable torture I was inflicting on them. His thrusts grew harder and his hands captured my hips literally lifting me up and slamming me back down in his waiting cock. With one final thrust I fell down onto his hardness and was rewarded with his hot cum flooding my ass.

"Oh Ashley! God I have always wanted to do that, but have never been able to find someone willing." We rested for a few minutes as his member grew soft against my flesh. Graham then picked me up and carried me to the oversized bathtub. He stepped inside and lowered me to the now cooled water. Gently he bathed my flamed skin, placing light kisses over my neck and shoulders.

"Ash?"

"Yeah?" I answered lazily.

"How many other men do you let love you like this?"

"You have been the only one. I have never done this before."

"I am glad, I feel special."

"Graham, you are special, I will never forget you." I told him sincerely.

I continued to be "The Fantasy Maker" for several more years. I acted out many many fantasies, some strange, some simple, but I never let myself go as I had with Graham. I never heard from him again, but I also never forgot him.

Jennifer

6/13/98