DREAM PARK
by
Nadine Wilder
Copyright 2011 Nadine Wilder
Cover image courtesy of Roland Darby/freedigitalphotos.net and Wikimedia Commons
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Chapter One
Tanya Fielding had been stood up. Not by a man, but by her scatty girlfriend, Sue. They'd arranged to meet at a wine bar for a drink and a gossip but Sue had obviously forgotten. When Tanya rang all she got was her friend's answer phone.
The wine bar was full and smoky, and Tanya didn't fancy being chatted up by any of the drunken males around her. The prospect of a night in with Martin was beckoning her back to her flat. They'd been dating for a year before he'd moved in with her, just three months ago, and she was still enjoying the domestic bliss. To have sex on tap, his hungry body needing hers practically every night, was even more exciting than Tanya had dreamed.
As she drove back home her imagination was streaking ahead, thinking up new delights for them to share. She would creep in and surprise him. Maybe she'd take her clothes off in the hall and keep just her bra and pants on underneath her coat. He'd probably be watching TV. What a thrill he'd have when she opened her coat. Knowing Martin he would jump on her at once and they'd have a wild session right there on the living room rug.
Tanya's hands tightened on the wheel as she turned into the familiar road, her mind buzzing with anticipation. Between her clenched thighs she could feel the throbbing heart of her sex gearing up, making her pulse flutter with impatience. She'd wondered if living with Martin would change things, if her desire for him would diminish when he became too readily available, but if anything she only wanted him more.
Sometimes it was hard to control herself at work, where Martin occupied the office next door. They'd met at the Christmas party and it had been lust at first sight. After only spending half an hour at the party Martin had whisked her off to his flat and she'd ended up staying the whole weekend. Their appetite for each other had been voracious, and since Tanya had only had a couple of gin and tonics beforehand she knew it wasn't just the booze.
The attraction between them had been pure chemistry, and to her amazement it had scarcely diminished during the following months. Tanya had been wary of giving up her independence, but when Martin's landlord told him he was putting the house up for sale he had nowhere else to go, and moving in with his girlfriend had been the obvious option.
Tanya drew up outside the block and killed the engine. For a few moments she just sat in the car, filled with a happy awareness of her own arousal. She could feel her nipples pressing through her bra and top, tingling with expectation, and she couldn't resist groping beneath her coat and giving each of them a quick tweak. Instead of satisfying her, Tanya felt her libido rise to an unbearable degree and she squeezed her hand between her thighs, relishing the sensual heat that rose to fill her entire body with erotic excitement.
'God, this is going to be good!' she told herself as she got quietly out of the car.
Tanya was surprised to see a faint glow coming from their bedroom. Surely Martin hadn't gone to bed that early? But the sitting room was unlit. She went up to the front door and opened it softly, clicking it shut behind her. The hall was dark, and she had no difficulty in getting undressed then putting her coat on over her undies. Suppressing an urge to giggle, she crept up to the door of the bedroom and turned the handle. Opening it a crack, she peeped in.
What she saw made Tanya's heart skip several beats. Instead of finding Martin alone in bed, reading or wanking as she'd expected, she discovered with a shock that he had company. Very sexy-looking company, too. From the doorway Tanya saw a mane of shiny blonde hair, a slim back and a pair of buttocks that were clenching rhythmically as they bounced up and down on his outstretched thighs.
Tanya's first instinct was to rush in and start screaming, hitting out hysterically at her cheating lover and that anonymous bitch, but then her natural caution took hold. She realised that so long as they didn't know she was there she had the upper hand. To lose control of herself would be to lose control of the situation, and she was far too canny for that. Once the first shock was over Tanya realised that what she wanted more than anything in the world right then was not the satisfaction of venting her feelings in a show of hysterics, but revenge, pure and sweet.
She backed away and went into the sitting room to think. Upstairs she could hear the couple murmuring, making the little love-sounds that she and Martin made, every damn night, in that same damn bed. Her bed! Tanya felt her anger rise from her heart to her throat, like bitter bile.
The bastard! How could he cheat on her like that? She thought of how it had been just that morning, her lover waking with a hard-on and letting her taking full advantage of it, riding him with eager athleticism until she came in a series of mind-blowing spasms that really set her up for the day. At work she had been totally wired, longing for the evening and then remembering that she was due to meet Sue. Disappointed at having to postpone her love-making with Martin, she'd nevertheless decided to duplicate that morning's session when she returned. It was a treat she'd looked forward to all day.
And now this. Tears of righteous self-pity started to flow, but Tanya wiped them away with the back of her hand. Why, oh why, when things seemed to be going so well between them . . . ? But she had learnt long ago that men often behaved in ways that were inexplicable to women, and vice-versa. To puzzle it out right now would be a waste of precious time. Soon the fucking upstairs would stop and she would lose the advantage she had over the couple. She must think fast, decide what to do.
The sight of the video-recorder, tucked beneath the TV, gave her the clue she needed. Of course! She opened the cupboard and drew out their camcorder. She would film the sneaky lovers on the job! A grin spread over her tearful face as she imagined how Martin would feel when his cheating was so clearly exposed. There would be no room for denials, excuses, explanations. He'd would be gob-smacked when he saw the evidence of his bare-faced cheek!
She knew she must be quick to catch them at it. Martin would be expecting her home in a couple of hours, so he must have planned to get rid of his tart by then. Tanya pulled the lens cap off the camcorder then, carrying it in one hand, crept back to the bedroom door and peered in again.
The couple had changed position. This time the girl was lying back against the pillows with her legs spread apart while Martin's head could be seen between her thighs. An acute stab of jealousy seized Tanya. She loved him licking her, but it never seemed to last as long as she'd like. The girl was squeezing her own ample breasts as he tongued her towards a climax, her nipples sticking out like hard pink berries as she stroked them with her thumb tips. For a moment Tanya felt like abandoning her plan and rushing in there, grasping Martin's thick brown hair and yanking his head back so she could give him a good slap in the face.
But caution stopped her once again. She would only make herself look stupid and hysterical that way, losing all her dignity. It was far better to stick to Plan A. Slowly Tanya raised the viewfinder to her right eye and switched on. Her only worry was that the couple would hear the whir of the camera, but fortunately the girl was starting to moan and groan quite loudly as Martin propelled her towards orgasm. With luck the noise of the filming would go unheeded by the pair of them.
When she had them in her sights Tanya began to film. As she'd hoped, the faint whirring of the camera went unheard as the girl noisily approached a climax. Tanya zoomed in on them, the all-seeing eye of the lens taking in the turgid nipples, the sweaty cleavage, the red flush that swept over her chest as she finally came. Then she stopped filming, afraid of being heard in the quiet aftermath of their passion.
But there was scarcely any lull in the proceedings. Tanya saw Martin raise his head, heard him mutter, 'God, I can't wait to get inside you!' and they were at it once more. This time the camcorder recorded the sight of his huge erection as he got onto his knees and pointed it towards her gleaming, open pussy. She was so hot for it she reached out and grabbed at his dick, guiding it into her, and soon he was pushing away with his lean buttocks towards the camera and Tanya felt a strange mixture of triumph and despair.
Soon she would have the whole sordid episode captured on tape, and someday, somehow, she would surprise him with it. His tart was writhing in shameless pleasure as he drove into her with maximum force, striving to reach his own climax, oblivious of everything except the blind urge to come. Tanya suspected he felt under pressure to get it over with before his live-in lover came home – or so he imagined. She gave a small smirk. That bastard thought he was getting away with it when, all the time, he was just digging himself in deeper and deeper.
Deciding she had enough evidence, Tanya stopped filming and crept away, wondering what to do next. She went into the sitting room and briefly ran the video. Satisfied that she had enough incriminating action, she removed the film and replaced the camcorder in the cupboard. Then she went into the hall, grabbed her clothes and slipped back out through the front door.
Tanya drove around the streets for an hour or so, just trying to absorb the implications of what she'd seen that night, striving to come to terms with her feelings of loss and betrayal. There were so many unanswered questions buzzing around her brain. Had he cheated on her before? Who was that bimbo in their bed? Did she know Martin was living with another woman? Was this just a one-night stand, or did they have more of a relationship? How could Martin abuse her hospitality like that, when she'd taken him into her home in his hour of need? The more she pondered on the situation the madder Tanya became. Only the thought of her video-taped evidence kept her sane.
Tanya began to wonder exactly how to deliver that evidence for greatest impact. Eventually she hatched a plan that had her bouncing in her seat with vengeful excitement. It would take a week or so to organise, but so what? The satisfaction would be all the greater when it finally arrived. She pictured her lover's astonished face and grinned, but soon found she was smiling through her tears.
There were over a dozen people crowded into the flat on Saturday night, all friends of Tanya and Martin. She had managed to persuade him to hold a 'flat-warming,' even though they hadn't moved into a new place.
'After all, we have set up a new life together here, haven't we?' she'd told him, forcing a smile. 'I'd like to hold a party to celebrate.'
It had been hard keeping up the pretence all week. She'd had to pretend to be friendly with Martin at work, and even more friendly at home, when all the time she'd secretly wanted to scratch his eyes out. She wondered if he'd have the nerve to invite that tart along to the party. Although she had no wish to encounter her face to face, in a way she hoped the bitch would turn up. It would give her great satisfaction to see the pair of them publicly humiliated.
Now the beer and wine were flowing freely as Tanya passed amongst the guests, making a beeline for her friend Sue in the kitchen.
'I really want to apologise for forgetting our date last weekend,' she said, her brown eyes giving Tanya a contrite look. 'It completely slipped my mind. I hope you don't think . . .'
'You were doing me a favour as it happens,' Tanya smiled, squeezing her hand affectionately.
'A favour?'
'All will be revealed!' Tanya said cryptically. 'Any more wine?'
'Oh, yes please!'
'I was asking because I wanted some! I haven't had yet. Have these drunkards slurped all the good stuff, do you know, or will I have to drink plonk?'
Tanya knew she was projecting a light, carefree image and that was the way she wanted it. When the moment of vengeance came she didn't want anyone thinking she was doing it out of petty vindictiveness. She wanted the whole thing to seem like a naughty practical joke, even though she was burning up with jealous rage inside.
The bitch didn't appear, much to her disappointment, but Tanya didn't waste much time speculating over what that meant. Besides, it wasn't some anonymous bimbo she really wanted to destroy, only Martin, faithless, cheating Martin. She could see him on the other side of the room laughing and joking with his mates between gulps of beer, quite oblivious of the cruel entertainment that she'd scheduled for the evening, in which he was going to star. She felt almost sorry for him.
Until she remembered the sight of his heaving buttocks, and the erotic cries of his partner as he thrust her higher and higher into seventh heaven.
It was almost midnight and the party was in full swing when Tanya suddenly announced, 'Listen, everybody, I've something I want to show you. A video.'
'Oh good, home movies!' someone shouted.
A raucous voice yelled, 'X-rated, I hope! What is it, Tanya, you and Martin in bed together?'
'You wish!' she answered, coolly. 'Nothing so exciting as that I'm afraid. But I think you'll find it interesting all the same.'
'It's their holiday video!' someone else suggested.
Ignoring their speculations, Tanya knelt down and slotted the video into place. She could feel someone behind her and soon Martin's voice was in her ear, his hot breath on her neck. She squirmed, involuntarily.
'What are you doing?' he asked her, in a stage whisper. 'What video's this?'
'You'll see.'
Calmly she stood up and backed a few paces away from the video with the remote in her hand. When everyone was quiet she squatted down where she could get a good view of Martin's face, highlighted by a low lamp in the corner. With a faint smile she pressed the play button and the familiar bedroom scene appeared, framed in the doorway.
'It is a bloody sex video!' someone called. 'It's a bloke sucking a woman off.'
'Who are they?' someone else asked. 'That's not Tanya.'
'No, but it is Martin!' came a man's loud comment, followed by some stifled laughter.
Tanya stare at her lover's normally handsome face, now contorted into something animal and grotesque. His eyes were popping from his head, his mouth was hanging open in gormless fashion, and a flush was beginning to creep up from his neck. An unnatural hush fell in the room until the only sound that could be heard was the faint whir of the video machine.
'My God, Tanya, is this what I think it is?' she heard Sue's voice exclaim. Her friend had sidled up to her and was viewing the screen with an expression of distaste.
Tanya nodded, not taking her eyes off the spectacle of the voluptuous female in the throes of orgasm induced by cunnilingus. To her it was no longer shocking. It was almost sad, really.
'Tanya, shut that thing off!'
The choked sound of Martin's voice brought her to her senses and she turned to face him across the sea of shocked faces. She turned the sound down but allowed the video to continue running, while she gave the small speech she had prepared.
'I'm sorry for inviting you all here under false pretences this evening,' she began. 'You came thinking you were going to help us celebrate the start of a more stable relationship. Instead, you are witnesses to the end of Martin and me. I wanted you all to know why. What you are seeing on video is exactly what I saw when I came home unexpectedly early last weekend. I'm sorry, but I can't . . . I can't . . .'
Tanya couldn't bring herself to look at her stricken lover but rushed from the room, heading for the bathroom. She was going to be sick. Locking the door behind her she knelt down before the toilet bowl and threw up, loudly and copiously, until the bitter lump of anger that she had been carrying around her heart all week had been broken up and spewed out in little pieces.
There came a cautious tapping at the bathroom door.
'Go away!' Tanya screamed.
'It's me, Sue. Please let me in!'
Reluctantly Tanya moved to the door. 'Sorry, Sue. I just don't want to ever set eyes on that bastard again.'
'I know. That's why I'm suggesting you come back with me.'
Tanya's mood lightened a little. 'You mean, spend the night at your flat.'
'Yes, if you like. You can have my bed and I'll sleep on the sofa.'
Tanya opened the door, filled with relief, and the two women crept out of the house while some kind of post mortem was going on in the back room. Sue said that several guests had left in disgust and those who were left were having to put up with a very drunken Martin. As they sped through the night Tanya felt the burden lift from her heart.
'God, Sue, I've really been through it this past week.'
'I can imagine. But what you did tonight was brilliant! I don't think Martin will dare show his face around for a while.'
'Maybe. But what worries me is having to go to work on Monday. Obviously everyone in the office will know what happened – some of them were there. I didn't really think through the consequences, but now I reckon I've no choice but to resign.'
'It's Martin who should resign, if you ask me.'
'But he won't, I know him. He'll brave it out. No, I'll be giving in my notice on Monday, that's for sure.'
'But what will you do for a job?'
'Something will turn up. It always does.'
But that night, curled up in Sue's bed, Tanya felt the ache of being alone again. Used to having sex on tap, she writhed restlessly beneath the duvet as sleep evaded her. At last she put her hand between her damp thighs to find the slippery crevice that concealed her throbbing clitoris and she began to rub the hood gently, coaxing the sensitive nub to give forth its bounty of rich, sensual pleasure.
In her aroused state it didn't take her long to reach a climax, but Tanya felt only partially satisfied afterwards. In many ways it would be a relief to be without a man for a while, after what Martin had done to her, but she knew she was in for a long string of lonely nights and the prospect depressed her.
Going to work on Monday wasn't quite as bad as she'd feared. Martin was being more or less ostracised and all the sympathy was with her, but even so she handed in her notice. The fear of bumping into her ex-lover haunted her all day so that she was hardly able to concentrate on the job in hand. When she passed him in the corridor she shrank from him, even though he tried to approach her with an apology.
'Keep away from me!' she snapped, hurrying back to her room.
A part of her was afraid that if she gave him half an ear he would persuade her to go back to him. Although she loathed the thought and still felt angry at the way he'd treated her, she was missing the physical side of their relationship really badly. A cowardly voice in her ear was suggesting she should forgive him for what was probably a once-only lapse. But she knew she would never be able to trust him fully again.
Martin took a day off and packed up all his things while Tanya was at work, but although he took the hint and moved out of her personal life he showed no inclination to give up his job as well. Tanya was finding the tension unbearable. It wasn't just Martin's presence that upset her, it was the fact that everyone else knew what had happened between them. So she scanned the local paper every day for jobs. There were few adverts that attracted her, however, and soon she persuaded herself to look further afield.
'I need a complete break,' she told Sue. 'And I don't want to work in an office any more. I'm fed up with the claustrophobic atmosphere that you always get.'
'Have you thought of going abroad? There's a magazine full of adverts for work in Europe. Why don't you get that?'
Tanya did as Sue suggested but the majority of jobs on offer seemed to be either manual or office jobs, neither of which she fancied. But then, tucked away in the back pages, she came across an intriguing ad for work in Holland.
'Adult Theme Park need staff,' she read. 'Only Broad-minded adults over 21 need apply. All kinds of work available.'
She showed the ad to Sue. 'I'm intrigued,' she confessed. 'I think I'll give them a try.'
She faxed her details and, within a few days, a reply came back asking her to go to Amsterdam for interview. They even offered to pay her fare.
'What have I got to lose?' she told Sue, with a grin. 'It'll be a nice break, even if I don't get the job. And I can let the flat while I'm away and earn myself some extra dosh there.'
A week later Tanya found herself on board a bus bound for Amsterdam. It was obvious why most of them were going there. The atmosphere was a mixture of laid-back and crazy, with plenty of improvised music and conversation. She enjoyed the trip but when she arrived, travel-weary and the thought of having to go to a job interview was daunting.
Armed with a street map Tanya eventually found the converted warehouse where the interviews were being held. A female receptionist greeted her with a smile and ushered her into a waiting room where she was relieved to find that she was the only one waiting.
'My name is Anna. Mr Vander will see you in a few moments,' she was told. 'Perhaps you'd like to take a look at our brochure. It will give you some idea of what the job entails.'
Flipping through the pages, Tanya soon discovered that the 'theme' of the Theme Park was sex, sex, sex! The 'rides' were graphically described.
'Get your kicks on the Big Pricks. The Carousel that will ring your bell!'
Or, 'Ride Astride through Cherry Canyon. The Tunnel of Love that lives up to its name!'
Tanya only had time to get the general idea when the office door opened and a tall, handsome man beckoned her in. His hair was fair, curling attractively around his ears, and the corners of his blue eyes crinkled when he smiled. She guessed he was in his mid-thirties.
'You must be Tanya,' he smiled, holding out his hand. 'I'm Clark Vander, owner-manager of Dream Park. Why don't you take a seat. Would you care for some coffee?'
She was impressed by his polite manner and the graceful way he moved. Although she assumed he was Dutch his English was impeccable, with hardly a trace of accent. I like this man already, she thought.
While they both drank coffee he conducted the conversation with such casual ease that Tanya scarcely realised she was being interviewed. He seemed the kind of man one could confide in, and soon she found herself telling him all about Martin's infidelity. He laughed uproariously when she told him about the video.
'That shows some spirit! I like that in a woman. But are you sure you'd be ready for such a big change? This job would be nothing like your last one.'
'I could do with a change,' she sighed. 'And the fact that you're hiring staff from all over Europe sounds exciting.'
Not just Europe, I've taken on a couple of Australians. But the one thing my staff must have in common is broad-mindedness. There'll be no room for prudishness. I hope you understand that. Our guests will be coming here for one thing only: sexual gratification. I hope to offer that in novel and exciting ways that are nevertheless under control. But inevitably things may get out of hand from time to time. Do you think you could cope with that?'
'I'd like to try.'
'Good. Because I think you might well be suitable, Tanya. Now I want to show you our promotional video, just to give you a better idea of what we're going to be offering.'
They moved through to a small viewing room and the receptionist switched on the video while Tanya sat beside Clark. She found his proximity quite unsettling and it didn't take her long to work out that she was very attracted to him.
Her experience with Martin should have lit a warning light, but somehow it didn't seem to matter. Despite the sexy aura that surrounded him he was such a gentleman. And, in an odd way, quite a stickler for propriety. Instead of putting her off it only seemed to make him more alluring, but at least she felt safe.
The film showed the entrance to 'Dream Park' which was a huge figure of a woman, along the lines of a Sheila Na Gig, her gaping cunny forming the way in. Behind it loomed an all-weather perspex dome that housed all the attractions.
'We've set up the park in its own secure grounds, just outside of Amsterdam,' Clark explained. 'That way we risk offending no-one. Visitors will be transported in our own coaches from the city centre.'
The film showed a pleasant, landscaped area with the various attractions dotted around it. There were a couple of hotels and several bars and restaurants too.
'If you join us, you will be allocated a staff flat,' Clark went on. 'Of course you will need to inspect the site first. I can arrange for you to visit this afternoon, if you wish.'
Tanya soon realised that the place was set up like an amusement park, except that every ride or sideshow had an erotic theme. There were sixteen in all.
'We are planning additions all the time,' Clark explained. 'The park opens in two weeks at a reduced entrance fee. Once they have visited we hope they will enjoy it enough to come again, and we guarantee new attractions every few months. We also promise all our visitors at least one orgasm per ride. If they don't make it the first time we let them have more free rides until they come. That way we can guarantee satisfaction.'
Tanya giggled, nervously. She wasn't used to hearing such free talk from strangers, but the matter-of-fact way in which Clark spoke about sex made her realise that he had a different attitude. For him, sex was a natural part of life, nothing to be ashamed of, and his aim was to make sure that everyone who visited his Dream Park came away fully satisfied.
It was an idea that appealed to her. Tanya had always wanted to be freer in her sex life. Although she had found her life with Martin sexually fulfilling she'd often secretly wished for more novelty, more kink. Here, at the Dream Park, she knew she would be in erotic heaven.
'What exactly would my job entail?' she enquired, as the video faded.
'You would be one of our Showgirls,' Clark smiled.
Tanya gasped in horror. 'Showgirl? You mean I'd have to dance, or strip or something?'
'Nothing like that,' he assured her. 'They're called showgirls because they show visitors around the park. You'll wear a sexy costume, that's all. All you have to do is act as an escort. Go through the programme with the visitors then take them where they want to go. Or leave them alone if they want to wander by themselves.'
'Oh, I see.'
'There will be strict guidelines laid down, of course, I don't want my girls molested. A "look and talk, but don't touch" policy will be in force. Anyone breaking the rules will be escorted to the exit, straight away, by one of the security staff. I shall be employing guys with muscle, you can count on it.'
'That's reassuring. You seem to have thought of everything.'
'Of course. I want satisfied staff as well as customers. And I don't want anything to attract the attention of the police. We are sailing close to the wind in the Dream Park, even for Holland, so we must be extra careful to stick to the rules we lay down for ourselves. Now, shall we go?'
He rose, smiling, and Tanya followed him out of the viewing room. When they returned to his office he asked if she wanted to see more.
'Yes please. It all looks most intriguing.'
'Good. May I offer you some lunch, then? Afterwards I will drive you out to the park. Anna will come along with us.'
'As a "showgirl"?'
He laughed. 'Not exactly. But I thought you would be more at ease if there was another woman present.'
Tanya was impressed by his thoughtfulness. Although the theme of the park was somewhat sleazy he seemed determined to protect his staff from unwanted attention. And she was genuinely interested in the job. It was something very different from what she was used to, but it sounded like fun. As they went up in the lift to the restaurant of the building which Vander Enterprises shared with some other firms, Tanya amused herself by renaming the Dream Park: 'Alternative Towers.'
Chapter Two
The entrance to Dream Park was even more impressive in real life than on video. Tanya felt a shudder of erotic titillation as she walked between the woman's grotesque thighs accompanied by Clark and Anna. It was a place that invited you to have sexual adventures, to get your kicks in a fun fashion and forget your inhibitions for a couple of hours. On that sunny afternoon the garish colours of the attractions gleamed invitingly as they strolled down the main promenade, appropriately named Libido Drive.
'Of course, everything is more or less under wraps right now,' Clark explained. 'We're road-testing the rides and putting the finishing touches to the stalls and facilities. We're on a pretty tight schedule if we're to open on the fifteenth.'
'Don't worry, Clark,' Anna smiled, giving him a brief hug. 'It's going really well.'
Tanya couldn't help wondering if the couple had a thing going, but their relationship seemed more matey than anything. And neither of them seemed in the least embarrassed by the explicit eroticism around them. As they walked on Tanya recognised some of the features from the brochure. The Carousel had huge dildoes stuck on the backs of the horses for a truly thrilling ride, and the boats that took you through Cherry Canyon also had sex toys in them. There was a Virtual Reality Sex Show called Cyberkicks, and a roller coaster called Bell Ringer. All very intriguing. But, as Clark explained, they weren't visiting the park just for the attractions.
'I want you to see the accommodation we're providing for our staff. If you take the job you'll become thoroughly acquainted with the rides later.'
At the other end of the park there was a separate complex protected by security gates. Clark led the two women through and into the attractive tree-lined courtyard, where a fountain played. He pointed to the large, multi-storey building on the left.
'Those are the staff flats. Behind are gardens, as you'll see from the rear windows. Only four of the flats are occupied at present, but there's room for twenty-five staff to live here. I think you'll find it a pleasant environment.'
He was right. The flat they inspected was spacious and well appointed, with everything Tanya could possibly need. It was light and airy, looking out on newly-landscaped lawns and flower beds bright with bulbs. The idea of having the place all to herself was very enticing. She wandered into the clean, bright bathroom with its built-in Jacuzzi then into the spacious bedroom, pleased to see it had a double bed. Well, you never knew!
She turned to Clark with a smile. 'I'll take it!'
'You will?' His face brightened. 'I'm so glad, Tanya. You're just the sort of girl I'm looking for to give the place a touch of class.'
She was flattered. Even more so when he invited her to dinner that night to celebrate her acceptance of the job. They spent the rest of the afternoon going through her contract, then she returned to her hotel to rest and change for the evening. As she lay on the double bed her thoughts kept turning to Clark Vander's blue, slightly mischievous eyes and his luxuriant blonde locks. There was a presence about him that made him linger vividly in her memory and she couldn't wait for their date that evening.
Tanya found herself wondering about her new boss. Did he fancy her as much as she did him? He had certainly seemed to be attracted to her. After Martin she was wary of getting involved with anyone she worked with, yet the buzz she felt for him was undeniable. Would it find expression that evening, after he'd wined and dined her? The thought sent shivers of anticipation through her. With reckless abandon she decided to wear her sexiest dress, a red satin sheath with thin straps and a curvy bodice, just to see what happened.
Clark picked her up in his car at nine and his eyes lit up when he saw her slinky appearance. They drove to an upmarket restaurant on the edge of a canal, where soft music and low lights set the scene for a romantic evening. He was looking very smart in a crisp white shirt and black suit but he wore no tie, and the restaurant owner who greeted them didn't seem to mind. Clark was obviously on good terms with him.
'I've reserved your usual table, Mr Vander,' he said respectfully, ushering them towards the window where they could admire the coloured lights on the water.
Tanya was impressed. Throughout the delicious, Indonesian-style meal Clark was attentive and polite, showing genuine interest in finding out about her. When his hand casually brushed hers as he poured the wine she felt a wave of sensual heat pass through her. Again, at the end of the evening, when he placed her coat around her shoulders and his hand brushed her bare skin, Tanya was seized by a powerful surge of desire.
'I want this man,' she thought, just intoxicated enough not to care about the consequences. By the time she was back in his car she was secretly hoping that he'd whisk her off to his flat and make mad, passionate love to her.
But Tanya was to be disappointed. When he dropped her at her hotel it was with a casual agreement to pick her up again next morning and take her to the bus terminal for her journey home. Then, ever the perfect gentleman, he watched to make sure she entered the hotel safely before driving off into the night.
Alone in her room once again, Tanya felt unsatisfied desire gnawing at her insides. She took a shower, smoothing scented foam over her jutting nipples until her arousal became almost unbearable. Her soapy fingers lingered between her thighs where the hot nub of her lust was focused, but she decided to continue with her self-pleasuring in the comfort of her bed.
Once Tanya was lying down with her eyes closed and her thighs spread, the image of Clark's smiling face returned to give impetus to her fantasies. Soon she was imagining his strong hands caressing her breasts, his wide mouth fastened around her nipple and sucking gently to rouse her exquisitely. She pressed her thighs together, wondering how it would feel to have him gently part them and run his fingertips up and down the sensitive inner skin.
A groan escaped her lips as she speculated about the size of his organ. He was a big man, but was he big in all senses? She'd never had a really thick cock in her, filling her up the way she longed to be filled. Martin's main asset had been his staying power rather than his physique or technique. She was sure a sophisticated guy like Clark would make love in quite a different style, one that she longed to experience. Obviously he had a well-developed erotic imagination to have planned that sexy theme park.
Unable to hold back any longer, Tanya thrust her hand into her wet vulva and gave a shudder of relief as her questing fingers located the pulsating trigger of her orgasm. She began to rub furiously on the slippery nub, bringing herself rapidly towards a climax. Then, feeling the unstoppable rise towards ecstasy begin, she used her other hand to penetrate herself, feeling the cushiony walls of her cunt envelop first her bunched fingers and then the rest of her hand. As the spasms began she could feel herself inside, twitching violently, the hot currents of energy propelling her into a state of mindless bliss.
And all the time she was feeling the overwhelming presence of Clark. Her hand was his cock, wrenching every last drop of sensation from her molten pussy. Tanya had never before felt such hungering lust for a man, not even for Martin.
Clark Vander was someone special, and the feelings she had for him were very powerful indeed. Yet once the rippling orgasm had drained away, leaving her limp and exhausted, Tanya came to her senses. It would be crazy to imagine that they could have an affair and keep on good terms. She reminded herself that the very reason she was taking this new job was because the last one had gone sour, making it impossible to work under the same roof as her 'ex.' She vowed she would never get herself into that position again.
By the time Clark came to pick her up next morning Tanya had made up her mind that her thoughts about him would be strictly business-like from now on. Even so, he wasn't making it easy to forget how attractive he was to her. In his casual jacket and cashmere rollneck, his long legs encased in designer jeans, he looked just the sophisticated lover she could do with. When he kissed her cheek and sent waves of some alluring cologne into her nostrils, she could hardly contain her excitement.
'How are you this morning?' he enquired politely, but she could only stammer like an idiot in response. He had the power to make her feel like a giggly schoolgirl. Well, she'd better get over her crush before she returned to Holland or working with him was going to be tricky.
Fortunately he didn't linger at the bus station as he had to go on to the Dream park. They shook hands and again he planted a brief kiss on her cheek.
'I look forward to seeing you again, in one week's time,' he smiled, then was gone.
All the way back to England on the coach Tanya was oblivious of the crowd around her. She kept her eyes closed as if she were dozing, but most of the time she was dreaming of Clark. Although she knew it was only fanning the forbidden flames she told herself that she would allow such indulgence until she was back on British soil, and then she would soon forget her infatuation in the whirl of sorting all her business out.
There was a lot to do. Tanya had to get rid of some of her unwanted belongings, and arrange for the rest to be stored with friends or relatives. The things she would need in the coming months had to be shipped to Holland. She'd no idea how long the job would last, but she reasoned that she'd feel more at home with her own things around her so she packed up a few ornaments, pictures and photos as well as clothes, books and CD's.
The flat looked very bare and impersonal with all her things packed away and, on her final night in England, Tanya felt a wave of loneliness and doubt sweep over her. She thought of Martin, and how happy she'd been for those few short weeks after they'd started a new life together. What on earth had made him ruin it all? As she lay in the bath the old pain resurfaced and she wished she'd had a chance to talk to him about it all. Well, it was too late now.
Soon after she got out of the bath the doorbell rang. Tanya was going to ignore it, but there was a spy hole on the door so she wrapped her bathrobe around her and padded silently into the hall. When she looked into the tiny window she gave a gasp. It was Martin!
Panic set in and she hovered in the hall, quite unable to make up her mind what to do. He rang again and this time called, 'Hey, Tanya! If you're there please answer the door. I've got something for you, something of yours!'
She frowned. Had he taken something of hers when he cleared out his things? If so, she hadn't missed it. While she hesitated he called again, thumping on the door with his fist.
'Tanya! Open up if you're there! I want to give you something!'
At last she decided to answer. Putting her mouth close to the door she snapped, 'What do you want, Martin? You know I never wanted to see you again.'
'I'm sorry, Tanya, really I am. Won't you let me in, so I can explain?'
Against her better judgement Tanya unlatched the door. Martin was standing there looking very small in his big raincoat, his hair plastered down onto his forehead as it was raining outside. In his hand he held a plastic bag.
'You look half drowned!' she exclaimed, sorry for him despite herself.
He grinned ruefully. 'It's tipping down outside. Can I come in? Oh, were you having a bath? I'm sorry.'
'I've just finished. Yes, come in. But not for long, mind. I have to go to bed soon.'
'Of course, I only wanted to give you something and maybe have a chat. A cup of coffee wouldn't go amiss, though. I'm bloody freezing!'
Tanya felt herself being twisted around his little finger once more, but she knew that after this last evening she would be out of his reach so she didn't care. Besides, she was half glad to see him. Although he'd acted despicably towards her she had got her own back with a vengeance and, at some level, she felt the slate had been wiped clean. Not that she would ever take him back, of course!
When they were sitting in the small kitchen, drinking coffee, Martin said, 'I've been wanting to have a talk with you, Tanny. I know I can't make up for the pain you've suffered, and what you did to me at the party was perfectly justified. But I can at least try to explain . . .'
Tanya raised her eyebrow. 'Please, don't! Explanations have a way of seeming too much like excuses, and there's no excuse for what you did.'
'I know!' He stared at her earnestly, his dark eyes clouded with misery, and she felt her heart melt just a little. This is dangerous, she told herself.
'What is it you've brought me?' she asked, pointing to the plastic bag.
He picked it up and pulled out a pile of letters, tied with red ribbon. 'Your letters to me, when I was away on that course. I thought you might like to have them back.'
She snorted with disdain. 'Is that all? I thought it was something important, something I'd miss. You can keep those, or burn them. Whatever you like.'
'Tanny, don't be like that.'
Martin's use of his pet name for her was tugging at Tanya's heartstrings. She crossed her legs and saw his eyes travel down to glimpse her naked thigh. A spark of the old flame passed between them, lustful and shameless. She felt her insides contract with longing. If he touches me I've had it, she thought.
'I don't know what made me do it,' he sighed. 'It was only the once, I swear it. I hardly even knew the girl.'
'Is that supposed to make me feel better about it?'
He shrugged. Well it wasn't a full-blown affair, that's for sure. Maybe I felt . . . kind of tied down, I don't know. Maybe I had to prove something to myself. But there's no point trying to psychoanalyse myself, is there? I've gone half crazy wondering why I had to put our relationship in jeopardy, just when it was going so well.'
'It does seem stupid now, doesn't it?' Tanya said, tartly. 'Still, there's no going back I'm afraid. I thought I was starting a new life with you and now I find I have to plan it all by myself, but I won't get anywhere by looking back and feeling sorry for myself.'
'You're a fighter, Tan. I've always admired that in you. Me, I'm just a weakling. Especially where women are concerned.'
He finished his coffee and stood up, towering over her. 'Well, I suppose I'd better go now.'
She stood up as well and soon they were very close to each other, with their bodies sending out wild signals that their minds tried in vain to ignore. Tanya was very conscious of the fact that she was stark naked beneath the towelling robe. Awkwardly she moved to one side, uneasy about giving him a full-frontal view of her cleavage.
Martin gave a rueful smile. 'I suppose there's no chance of a good-bye kiss, then?'
Tanya leaned up to give him a brief peck on the cheek but he caught her around the waist and pulled her close with sudden passion. For a few seconds she struggled against the overwhelming power of his kiss as his tongue duelled with hers, but then she felt her whole body succumbing to the sweet currents of arousal and her mood softened. One last taste of her ex-lover would do no harm, surely? It would give her something to remember him by.
While Martin continued to engage her lips and tongue in a sensual dance his hand somehow managed to slip in through the opening of her robe and find the smooth, warm plane of her stomach. Fresh from her bath her skin was soft and smooth and he moaned softly as his fingers stroked the velvety surface, making her shudder with arousal.
'No, Martin, don't. . . ' she managed to say, but her protest was feeble and he knew it. Pressing home his advantage his hand stole to her breast where he proceeded to tease her nipple into prominence, causing new flurries of desire to pass through her.
Making a determined effort Tanya pushed away from him. She stood, flushed and panting, covering herself up.
'Please, Tanny, won't you give me one more chance?' he pleaded. 'I made a stupid mistake, but it didn't mean anything. You were the only one I really wanted. Please believe me.'
She opened her mouth to speak but his lips instantly crushed hers, making verbal protest impossible. This time Tanya made no attempt to push him away, her breasts straining beneath the damp robe, her ripe nipples itching for his touch. The knowledge that tomorrow she would be far away and he would be out of her life forever was making her reckless. Why not get one more good screw out of him? He owed her that, at least!
Martin's hand found the groove between her legs and began to caress her through the towelling, making her quim drip honey. She could feel the solid length of his prick thrusting against her thigh, making its presence known in no uncertain terms, and she hungered for him fiercely. Her fingers pulled at the buttons of his shirt, detaching them in her haste to strip the garment from him.
'Hadn't we better go to your room,' he murmured, urgently.
'Okay. Through here.'
He followed her, almost tripping over the patched carpet, and as soon as they were both in the spare room with the door closed behind them he fell on top of her on the bed.
'God, if you knew how I've dreamed of this!' he growled, pulling the robe fully open to expose her pink, naked body. 'I want you now more than ever, sugar lips!'
'Men always want what they can't have,' she teased him.
'But I can have you now, can't I? Shit, Tanny, you're not going to turn into a prick-tease, are you? I couldn't bear that.'
Tanya ignored his question, spreading her legs until the whole of her pussy was clearly visible and the eyes were popping out of his head. 'I want you to go down on me, just like you did to her!' she said, savagely. 'That's the only way you can make it up to me. So get licking!'
'It will be a pleasure, milady,' he hammed, lying down flat so that he could gaze right into her moist crevices. His fingers gently parted her labia, revealing the entrance to her vagina, glistening with her juices. He put his forefinger into it a little way, moving it around until her cunt grew even more wet and sticky, making slurping noises.
'You are so fucking wet!'
'So make me even wetter, slave!'
Tanya lay back, taking her voluptuous ease, as her ex-lover's tongue made its way up her thighs and held her in exquisite suspense until it reached her outer labia. He then proceeded to make a thorough job of licking around the convolutions of her sex, tantalising her by avoiding her clitoris altogether. She could feel the little come-trigger standing proud, aching for the moment when it would be stimulated too, longing for that business-like tongue and those soft, wet lips to move just a little higher and satisfy her more directly.
But Martin was taking his time, evidently relishing the taste of her as he licked and sucked with increasing ardour. He poked the tip of his tongue right into the dank depths of her cunny, and she could hear him slurping as he hoovered up her love-juices. His lips were grazing her clitoris now, not enough to give it direct friction but enough to make it throb a little more – and want a whole lot more.
'Oh God, lick me where it counts!' she begged, unable to stand the suspense any more.
Obediently he moved to the root of her clitoris and laved upward with his tongue, pushing back the hood. She winced, finding it too raw, but he soon moved to another position where he knew she could stand it better and while his tongue worked rhythmically on the straining bud of her desire his finger began to play around it, stroking the sodden tissues of her labia and venturing right inside her from time to time, working her up inexorably towards orgasm.
As Tanya felt her whole body responding to the sensual treatment, her mind was far away in Holland, dreaming of the handsome Dutchman. She imagined it was Clark's mouth working so busily for her pleasure, taking her higher into the realms of erotic bliss. Inevitably she wondered what it would feel like to have him penetrate her and her imagination endowed him with a splendidly long and thick cock, an inventive range of rhythms and inexhaustible staying power. The thought of him pounding away inside her, his blue eyes staring intently into hers, was enough to push her over the edge and soon she was writhing under the impact of an intense climax.
Tightly she held Martin's head between her thighs as the flurries of pure ecstasy rocketed through her, spasm after spasm that left her hot, breathless and thoroughly satiated. At last she flopped back onto the pillow, her breasts heaving, and heard Martin groan aloud.
'I can't wait to get inside you, Tanny!'
His words set alarm bells ringing and she sat up, looking at the bedside clock and pulling her legs under her. 'Hey, is that the time? I'm sorry, Martin, but I'm going to have to throw you out now.'
'What?' He stared incredulously at her. 'Now just a minute . . .'
'I have to get up early tomorrow. I'm starting a new job, and I don't want my new boss to get the wrong idea about me.'
'The right idea, you mean!' he grinned, still confident.
Tanya gave him a cold stare. 'Martin, it's over between us. I thought I'd made that clear. What happened just now was a mistake.'
She watched with satisfaction as he got up from the bed, his face red with anger. 'You bitch! How can you say that, when you obviously enjoyed it?'
'It was just sex, that's all. Anyone could have done what you did. It meant nothing.'