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Forbidden Cravings Served
In Good Taste
Frankie turned the card over but there was nothing on the back, just the elegant scrawl embossed on the front of the delicate business card.
‘What the hell is this?’ she asked her best friend.
Smiling like a cat, Samantha sighed contentedly and sat back on the wrought iron chair. The restaurant patio was empty as their fellow Los Angelinos seemed to be afraid of the unusual early spring chill. As both Frankie and Sam were recent Midwest transplants, a balmy fifty-eight Fahrenheit in late February was a novelty, and fairly tropical to their senses.
Tapping her manicured fingers on the glass-topped table Frankie waited patiently for an explanation, Sam’s obvious hesitation only piquing her interest more and more.
‘It’s like a club.’
‘Mickey Mouse? Mile High? Sierra?’
Sam chuckled and downed the rest of her mimosa. ‘Mile High.’
‘So…like a plane charter service with hookers or what?’
‘No, not exactly.’ Looking around, Sam made sure their waiter was nowhere to be seen and leaned in close as she tucked her long blonde hair behind her ears. ‘It’s a high-class escort agency, really, really high class.’
‘You paid for sex?’
Sam leaned back and shrugged, suppressing another chuckle at Frankie’s saucer-wide blue eyes. ‘Like every other client, as far as I can tell, I got this card from a friend. I called them and found out about it, and they reassured me.’
‘Spill, spill, spill!’
‘Well, you can request any fantasy. I mean, nothing sick, no kids, no animals, and everyone has to consent, but you can be as detailed as you want. You can tell them over the phone, come into the agency, or send an email.’
‘Bullshit!’ Frankie snorted unladylike. ‘What if my requested fantasy is Tom Hiddleston plays strip chess with me?’
‘Well, you never know. Most likely they could find a lookalike. When you start out you can ask for a menu and go from there.’
‘A menu?’
‘A simple outline of their most requested fantasies from people like you.’
‘Like me.’
‘A heterosexual woman. But all that’s after you’re approved. For example, if you call, you have to tell them I recommended you. They research you, ask you to take the usual blood tests, run a credit check, and then you pick your fantasy.’
‘How much does this all cost?’
‘Trust me, what you can afford. It’s high end but a sliding scale. If what you request would cost more than you can afford they suggest alternatives.’
Frankie mulled it over. ‘Yeah, but…why? You’re gorgeous, you can have any man you want.’
Sam sighed, shoulders slumping slightly. ‘You know what it’s like. Bob and I never dated anyone else, got married right out of college. Since he’s been gone you know it’s been a string of losers. Too many idiot boy toys who wouldn’t know foreplay if it hit them in the face who just want my money, or older operators who want my money. Or out of work actors who can’t remember my name. This is L.A., honey, you want quality sex you’re going to have to pay one way or the other. And if you’re going to pay, why not make an honest transaction and pay an expert who’s guaranteed to show you a good time?’
‘Huh,’ was all Frankie could manage.
‘Do you want to know what I paid for?’
‘Hell yeah!’
Sam laughed. ‘I knew it, you horndog. All right, no details, you’re my sister from another mister, so…gross. I just wanted a night with a man like Bob. Sweet, Midwestern, farm-boy type. We went out to dinner, we went dancing, then we, uh, retired on a boat.’
‘A boat!?’
‘Sailboat, docked. Do you want to know what my friend likes to get?’
‘Sure.’
‘He likes to have a younger woman spank him.’
Scandalized and intrigued Frankie licked her lips and leaned closer, eyes narrowing. ‘It’s John, right?’
Sam shook her head. ‘Nope. Besides, his students practically throw themselves at him when their grades are low. If he was into that I’m sure he could get it in seconds flat. No, this friend just likes a woman in her early twenties who is nice, sweet, wholesome looking, to spank him then they fool around.’
‘Hmm.’ Frankie couldn’t deny she was intrigued. ‘So what was on the menu?’
‘Hang on.’ Sam fished through her purse and pulled out her Android phone, poking the screen for several seconds. ‘I’ve got the email. I did it through email. Here we go, ready?’
‘Of course!’
‘Remember, this is the menu for straight women.’
‘Shoot.’
‘All right, there’s ravishment by an eighteenth century pirate.’
Frankie laughed. ‘Damn romance novels, I always said they were ruining women.’
Sam shrugged noncommittally. ‘There’s sex with a stranger in a seedy motel room.’
‘Or as we call it in L.A., Tuesday night.’
Chuckling, Sam continued, ‘Then there’s pampering from an older man, sex with two men at the same time, and here’s an interesting one: being a stripper and seducing a client.’
‘And that would be an average Thursday night.’
Sam tossed her napkin at her friend. ‘Don’t judge. Don’t you remember when Mrs. Fitzgerald left us alone in the library and we devoured every Nancy Friday book we could?’
‘We were twelve!’
‘And you’re telling me, Francis Audrina Goldstein, that you don’t have fantasies that you’ve never experienced?’
‘Sure. Winning a Grammy. My ex-husband humiliated stark naked on national TV. Suddenly discovering I’m the long-lost heir to the throne of some European nation. You know, normal stuff.’
‘Well, I think you’re repressed. There’s something I want you to do.’
‘Oh, god…’
Sam rolled her eyes. ‘A lot of their clients are into being watched. They send out invitations to current clients to watch if they want. There’s one tonight and I RSVP’d plus one.’
‘I am NOT going to an orgy!’
‘Keep your voice down, Frankie! It’s not an orgy. If I ever went to one I wouldn’t invite you of all people. You’d probably walk up to the clients and start asking questions, then critiquing. Just come tonight for some entertainment, and if you don’t have fun, we’ll never speak of it again. If you do, I’ll give you The Fantasy Emporium’s contact information.’
‘Oh, god,’ was all Frankie could manage as she flagged down their waiter, signaling to their empty glasses.
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