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The Fantasies!
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The Fantasies! These Fantasies are not in any set order and I will add more! Fantasy One; Tom, who had been living at home with his mom and dad, had just got married and was about to start his first real job, as an accountant for a major firm in another state. He was very excited about the move. Susan worked in real-estate sales and had saved a small amount of money, which she planned on using for a down payment on a house someday. She had also been living with her parents and was excited about moving in with her new husband. After being married for only a week, the young couple returned from their honeymoon, ready to start a new life together in another state. With their belongings packed in the trunk of the car, they were on the road to Illinois, where they would live in a small town just outside Chicago. Susan and Tom had decided to leave on a Friday, thinking that they would arrive at their destination a couple of days early and take a look around the town. But they got a late start. Tom’s firm had offered to pay for their stay at a hotel until they found their feet. Our couple planned on finding somewhere to live as soon as possible, before the end of 2008. It was a fairly long journey. The newlyweds left Youngstown, Ohio, and drove all the way to Oak Lawn, Illinois, passing through the state of Indiana. It was about twenty-nine hours from point to point. Just married, the couple was still at the holding hands stage and found the trip fun. They enjoyed the long ride, stopping along the way to fill up the vehicle, get a bite to eat and freshen up. Almost out of Ohio and going into Indiana, the sky became dark. Tom pulled off the main highway to find a nice restaurant. It wasn’t very long before he realized he was lost. “I don’t need a map. I can find our way out of here!” he insisted to himself, his wife hearing him grumble replied, “Tom, just pull over at the gas station and ask!” Tom, trying to be ‘the man,’ was determined to find his own way and continued to drive for the better part of an hour. Still, he found no way out of the mess he had gotten them into. There was nothing around; no gas stations, restaurants or lights at all, for that matter. With no sign of life, they were in the dark and the tank was getting low. “We have to find a station now,” Susan insisted. Though trying to keep her cool, she felt that she could be pushed to the brink of anger with the slightest shove. Looking around for somewhere to fill up the gas, they came up empty handed. Then Susan spotted a light in the distance. “Go there!” Her husband heard the angry tone in her voice, but said he wanted to keep trying to find his way. “Tom, stop being stubborn and go ask for help.” As they got closer to the light, the couple saw a very large house coming up. It was an old, Victorian building with a tall gate, which had been left open. It seemed to invite them in. Tom reluctantly pulled into the long driveway and parked in front of the huge house. Getting out of the car, he walked to the door to ask for help. Someone seemed to be there already, waiting for him in the doorway. “Hello sir, come right in,” the stranger said. “No, thank you. We have been lost for some time. Do you know the directions back to the main road?” The man at the door replied, “No, but the master of the house does. Come in and sit over there.” He pointed behind him towards a set of antique chairs. “My wife is in the car. I’ll be right back.” “Sir, you can bring her in, too.” Tom went back to the car and told his new wife, “Hon, we have been invited inside to wait. Someone will help us shortly.” Together, the couple walked up to the building and knocked. The door opened and the same man appeared. “Hello. Come in!” he said. Susan answered, “Thank you.” The two of them entered the big house. Susan glanced around; everything looked to be from the 1920s. She heard the faint sounds of a party inside somewhere. The gentleman at the door handed the couple two masks and told them to enter the room at the end of the hallway, adding, “Master will be with you shortly.” Tom and Susan stepped into what appeared to be a vast ballroom, full of people. Sculptures, mirrors and ferns bordered the very long room, and crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceiling. Smaller rooms, filled with more people, led off to each side. Again, everything looked as if it came right out of the 1920s. The gals inside were all dressed as flappers with feathers in their hair; sparkling with glitter and sequins everywhere. Most of them were wearing rhinestone jewelry. Many were dancing the Charleston and all appeared to be celebrating. The men, all dressed up in suits with slicked-back hair, were also dancing. Cigarette girls walked around, filling the large room with smoke. There seemed to be booze everywhere and some girls were even taking champagne baths. It was quite the scene and everyone was wearing a disguise. Feeling most out of place, Susan suggested, “Let’s put on our masks.” Tom, feeling much the same, agreed, and they put them on before walking through the crowd of people. “Do you want to dance?” a man asked Susan, as a woman strode over to Tom and asked him the same thing. The couple shook their heads and continued walking straight ahead. “Let’s grab a bite,” said Susan, noticing some food in one of the side rooms. “No one will mind and I’m hungry.” She walked right in with Tom following not far behind. “We must make it quick,” he said. “Wow, look at all these goodies!” A long table was filled with cuisine of every kind imaginable. There was smoked fish, lobster, oysters, shrimp and caviar on one side, and roast beef, steaks and lamb on the other. The desert table had a nude woman lying in the center. Each person stood with a plate in their hands, eating, laughing and talking. Susan couldn’t resist the food. Tom, in a hurry to leave, took a look at his watch and tapped it a few times. It had stopped. “It must be getting late, Susan! Let’s hurry,” he said. Ignoring him, his wife continued eating happily, and then suggested, “Let’s have desert.” Tom was up for that and made a banana split with a cherry on top. Most of the toppings happened to be on top of the lady in the center of the table. Susan did not seem to mind and made an ice-cream sundae with fudge dripping all around the edge of the cup. By now she was getting in the mood to dance. Susan glanced at Tom. “Come on, let’s dance for a short time before we get on the road again?” she urged. It did not take much for her husband to give in and they started dancing, not that they knew how to do the Charleston. Susan picked it up fast. Her husband was left with his two left feet, but after a while he started to get the hang of it. After a while, Susan felt the need to freshen up. “Tom, I’ll be right back.” Not knowing where the bathrooms were, she asked one of the bystanders, “Where are the restrooms?” He pointed to a tall wooden door with high polished brass trimmings, just past one of the plants. Walking over to it, someone asked her to dance. “Oh, thank you, but my husband is over there!” she replied with a flattered smile on her face. Entering the restroom, she found it to be another smoke-filled room. All the ashtrays and fixtures were finished in gold. A woman was handing out towels and candy at the far end. Meanwhile, Tom stood waiting for his wife on the dance floor, wondering what was taking her so long. Five minutes rolled by, and then a young girl came up to him and asked for a dance. She was barely wearing anything and also very sexy, so Tom could not help but notice her. Embarrassed, he replied, “No, thanks. I’m waiting for my wife.” Unfazed, the girl approached another man and they started dancing immediately. Tom waited, keeping his eyes on the restroom doors all the time. Where is she? The door opened and out stepped a beautiful young thing, dressed in black sequins and high stiletto heels, showing off a long pair of legs. Wearing red lipstick and smoking a cigarette from a long holder, she was striding towards him. Tom could not believe how hot the gal was and she was walking right up to him. Blinking in disbelief, he realized that it was his wife! “Hey, big boy, you sure know how to show a girl a good time,” Susan announced. With a seductive look in her eye, she added, “Let’s dance!” Taking him by the hand, she led him to the center of the dance floor. Dumbfounded, Tom did not know what else to say or do, except to just follow her. As they danced slowly, she worked her way with him moving in and about him. Tom, aroused, gave her a slight squeeze. Smack! Her hand flew out as she warned, “Don’t touch the merchandise!” Stunned and somewhat angry, Tom retorted, “It’s time to leave. Let’s get those directions now.” Grabbing her hand, he started walking towards the other end of the room. Passing a side room, Tom looked inside and noticed several people, of whom most were undressed, all touching and kissing one another. He got an eyeful. “Is that an orgy going on?” he asked. Susan glanced at him and replied, “If you were not in so much of a rush, we’d be in there, too!” Tom was shocked at what she said. He did not understand what had happened to the sweet girl he’d married. Pushing further through the crowd of people, he asked, “Where is this master of the house?” “We are getting there,” Susan answered. As they passed another room, Tom looked in and was shocked to see yet another orgy going on. As they passed the band, he pointed out the Al Jolson look-alike who was<b> singing. </font></b>“Look!” Susan nodded. “Yeah, that’s the jazz singer, Al.” Puzzled with the goings on, Tom turned to the nearest person and asked, “What is this party for?” The man replied, “Are you joking? It’s New Year’s Eve!” Tom stared at him and said, “Yeah, sure, it’s June, but thanks anyhow.” He continued to lead his wife towards the far end of the ballroom. Soon they reached another room, off to one side. “I want to go in,” said Susan. “You are not going in there!” Tom ordered, pulling her back. His new bride turned to him and said, “Take off your clothes and stay a while,” and she began to undress. At that moment, another man walked up to her. Tom rushed in between them in an attempt to save her virtue. To his surprise, Susan told him, “Get out of the way!” “I’m not going to let you do that,” Tom said, but she ignored him and continued to undress the rest of the way. “You have a choice to make, Tom! Join the rest of us at the party or not.” He loosened his shirt, but then stopped, “What exactly is going on here?” “Enjoy the party we are celebrating for the New Year coming in!” she urged. Tom, knowing full well that it was June, was confused by everything that was happening. Susan tried to give him some candy, but he pushed her hand away. At that moment a man strode up to the two of them and announced, “The master of the house is waiting for you.” Susan grinned and replied excitedly, “Oh, I hope it’s my turn to be with the master!” An already agitated Tom cried, “What the hell are you talking about?” She repeated with a smile, “I hope it’s my turn to be with the master!” Tom grabbed her hand firmly and started marching across the ballroom floor. At the far end were two men, standing by the exit. “Master is waiting for you,” one said, opening the door and saying, “Ladies first!” He then blocked Tom from entering. “You will have to wait here to see the master of the house,” he added. Tom obeyed, and waited. Five, ten, fifteen and then thirty minutes went by. “What is going on here? Where is my wife?” he asked out loud. As he spoke, the lights flashed. Streamers sailed down towards the floor and everyone kissed, wishing one another a happy new year. A big sign dropped down from the ceiling, bearing the words, ‘Happy 1929! May it be a prosperous year?’ The door of the ballroom opened and Tom saw Susan lying across a table with a tall man standing in front of her. She was crying out, “happy new year!” As Tom pushed his way inside, the stranger turned around. He spoke in a very deep, but soft, mysterious voice, “Are you ready to enjoy the party yet, Tom?” The End! I hope you are kind enough to let me know what you think of the read  Gentle Soul - your desires are my pleasure to satisfy |
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