Wendy's fantasy realised
“Have some more Merlot,” Vic Hely-Hutchinson leaned forward, topping up Wendy Griffith’s glass. He poured himself some more, too. “We’re taking a cab back to your apartment.” A moment later, he pushed his plate back. “The George does this well.”
Wendy sipped her wine, buying time to respond. She knew that to say what she thought – that the food was too rich and the presentation pretentious – would not be appreciated. Vic prided himself on his sophistication. . He would remind her – yet again – of who and what she was. Yes, she was a naïve, unsophisticated office worker from Freeport Illinois, but she didn't need to hear that again and especially not from Vic.
She took another sip. “The wine is excellent. Thank you for this evening.” She too leaned forward and stroked Vic's arm languidly. “Not that it’s over yet.” Her smile broadened.
Vic’s smile matched hers. “A pleasure, Wendy. It’s always a pleasure to entertain you.”
Wendy let her smile touch her eyes. She looked around what she could see of the opulent restaurant from the booth that provided privacy to the couple. No-one was paying them any attention. She turned back to Vic. “Just like it’s my pleasure to –” She slid her foot forward under the table, stroking her bare toes up his inner thigh as she brushed back her long blonde mane and smiled to emphasize the word “– entertain you.”
Wendy bit her tongue to stop herself from smirking as Vic’s face reddened and he spluttered. She might be naive and unsophisticated like he was so fond of reminding her, she thought to herself without saying the words aloud. She didn’t know what the expression ‘double entendre’ meant till he had told her, but she knew how to make her words have two meanings, and knew how to use that trick to get her point across. Sophisticated or not, she was nowhere near as naïve as Vic liked to think she was, and right now she had him right where she wanted him.. A little flash of her boobs, a little rub on his crotch and he was choking on his wine, his eyes glued to her cleavage.
Aloud she said with just the right of concern in her voice “Vic, are you ok? Your face is beet red! Did something go down the wrong way? Here, let me thump your back.” She half-stood and leaned right over the table and her still spluttering lover, slapping his back and, as though by accident, stroking his face with her breasts, barely confined in her clinging black dress.
A few moments later, Vic had regained his breath if not his composure. Their waiter came by and he called for coffee. “Wendy, remember last week, when I couldn’t meet you?” Wendy did – she’d assumed he was having dinner with his wife. “Well, I called in for a drink at the bar before going home. I often do that on Friday nights.”
Wendy smiled inwardly, thinking that he was story-telling to gain himself some time to get his head together. She had him confused. Even now his eyes kept flicking down to her pushed up breasts.
She pricked up her ears as he went on, “There was a girl there…she reminded me of you – hot, sexy, flashy dresser. She was way out of place – all the other women in the bar were conservatively dressed, professional types. She was a flaming, smoking torch among candles” Wendy wondered if he knew just how much of a dick he sounded when he talked like that. “I was surprised when she came up to our group…amazed when she sat down and snuggled up to one of my friends and joined in our conversation. It seemed she – her name was Elena and my friend Malcolm had met her somewhere – seemed to think they were a couple. At first I didn’t believe it. I didn’t think he’d look twice at her – she was just some office girl, after all.”
Wendy kept her face expressionless. Just some office girl – just like her. That would have stung if she cared about Vic, but this was just a mutually convenient arrangement. Both of them got what they wanted from the relationship – if that was the right word for it. She got a ticket into a world that she would never otherwise get to see, and he got to fuck her. It was an acceptable bargain – for now, anyway.
Vic continued. “I thought Malcolm already had a girlfriend, a woman named Margot. I’d seen them together a lot and assumed they were an item. Margot clearly thought so too. She came up while Elena was off at the bathroom and sat with Malcolm.
"Anyway, when Elena came back, all hell broke loose. She marched right up to Margot and slapped her three or four times on the face. Surprisingly, Margot went for her too, and the two of them began to fight, right there in the bar.
"Of course, we couldn’t have that in the H H Richardson. The bar staff quickly grabbed them both and stopped it. I thought Elena would be marched out, never to be seen again. Her type didn’t belong there. But no – Margot challenged her to continue the fight outside in the back alley. Elena accepted and we all went out to watch. Elena turned out to be just the alley cat I thought she was. She fought dirty and positively destroyed Margot in less than ten minutes.” There was a curious excitement in his voice. There was a faraway look in his eyes as though he was reliving the moment in his mind’s eye. He licked his lips.
“To the victor go the spoils. Elena and Malcolm left together while the rest of us helped poor Margot. Peter Balfour took her back to his place where Peter’s girlfriend looked after her.
“I was amazed, I found the fight…” He was struggling to find the words, which was surprising. Vic was rarely at a loss for words. “…stimulating…exciting…enthralling. I should have been disgusted but the sheer animalism, the primal…fighting lust… the girls displayed was unbelievably arousing. They fought like animals. I couldn’t help thinking of you, fighting Elena and beating her as badly as she beat Margot. Darling it was so arousing, so stimulating.” He had the same look on his face that he got when she undressed – slowly – for him in the privacy of her apartment. She knew he was hard beneath the table. “I wanted you there and then.” He swallowed hard. “And I want you now! Let’s go.” He paid the bill and they left.
*****
“He was hornier than I’ve ever seen him – and that’s saying something!” Wendy sipped her coffee the following afternoon, after work. “He woke me up at least six times last night, demanding sex. Damn, Michelle…I’m worn out!” She glanced across the kitchen table at the tall blue eyed brunette.
“I don’t know why you stay with him,” replied Michelle. “He’ll never marry you; He’d never divorce his wife. You’ll never be more than his mistress and you know he’ll discard you sooner or later, just like a worn out overcoat.”
Wendy shrugged. “Honey, you’re assuming I want him to marry me. I don’t. He’s a stuck-up but he’s rich and he’s generous. He buys me jewelry and nice clothes. He pays half the rent on my apartment. Even though he’s an arrogant jerk, he’s cultured and sophisticated. I’ve learnt a lot and made a lot of contacts from being with him. He takes me places – the opera, the theatre, concerts.”
Michelle snorted dismissively, her arm bangles jingled. “Only when his wife isn’t around, and never when he thinks he might meet any of his friends. Doesn’t his story about this girl Elena tell you what he thinks of you? He thinks you’re just like her – what did he say? Just some office worker! Fuck him! Wendy, you can do so much better.”
She squeezed Wendy’s arm gently. “Please understand, baby…I’m not jealous. You seeing him doesn’t affect us. I really want to see you do well, and it’s good that he’s showing you all this culture…but you don’t need him! Finish your course, get your degree! I know you’re working on it and you’re close! Then you can get a better job, move up in the world on your own, and dump Vic the Prick before he dumps you!”
“Believe me, I intend to…but not just yet.” Wendy stirred her coffee thoughtfully. “For the moment, it suits me to keep him around. I won’t pretend that he’s much fun to be with – sometimes I want to slap him, he’s so arrogant – though the places we go and the things we do are certainly fun. But he’s intelligent and he's hot in bed.” She reached across to caress Michelle’s cheek, and smiled. “Not as hot as you, hun…and besides, sex is different with men. It’s good…just in a different way.”
Michelle smiled. “Don’t I know it.”
“But that's not what I wanted to talk about,” continued Wendy. “I told you what Vic said about the fight.”
“Yes, you did.”
“How thinking about me being in that fight turned him on?”
“Yes… You know he was really thinking of you fighting his wife.”
“Yes I do know that…” Wendy smiled into Michelle’s eyes. “But what he said turned me on too! Even at the time, I was excited listening to him going on about it – though I wasn’t letting on, of course. He was horny enough as it was! I was thinking about it in the shower this morning after he left, and I got even hotter.” She winked. “You can imagine what happened."
Michelle smiled knowingly.
"Anyway, I couldn’t stop thinking about it all day. I keep replaying it over and over in my head – me fighting some other woman. Imagine how hot that would be!”
Michelle looked doubtful. “I can imagine you getting badly hurt…that’s much more likely. Have you ever even been in a fight?” She shook her head. “I don’t want to see you all bloody, baby.”
It was Wendy’s turn to shake her head. “Don’t be silly, that wouldn’t happen. I’d make sure I fought somebody like me…not some professional fighter.”
“How do you plan to ensure that?”
Wendy beamed at her. “That’s the best part. I did a little checking online – it was a slow afternoon in the office – and guess what I found?” She paused for effect, and then continued, “There’s a fantasy resort that lets people act out all kinds of different fantasies…this one included! They’ll take care of everything…finding an opponent; setting up the match…they can even arrange an audience! Here, look at this website."
" 'Fantasy Hotel Falconbridge" Michelle read from the site"...Indulge your greatest fantasy- anything goes (well almost anything we do not encourage you to break the law) once a month at the Falconbridge resort' “hmmm..."stay in the Victorian Gothic mansion"...we help you to fulfil your fantasy. ..." She looked up. "Ok so it all sounds good,
“The thing is,” Wendy squeezed Michelle’s hand, “I wouldn’t be fighting for Vic. I’d be fighting for you. Vic maybe watching, but I’d be doing it for you. . It would be such a hot thing to do. I want to show you just how much I love you. I’ve thought about doing something like this for you for ages.
Michelle was thoughtful for a moment. “It does sound hot…and Vic the Pick does have a great big dick.” They both laughed, but then Michelle went on. “But it sounds expensive too. What would something like that cost?”
Wendy grinned. “Not our problem. It’ll be on Vic’s dime.” She winked. Then she laughed aloud. “I know Vic’s movements better than he does. I’ll book a weekend he’s busy, some charity event his wife will want him at. With luck he won’t realize the double booking till too late!”
“You are so bad,” Michelle giggled, hugging Wendy tightly. They collapsed in laughter.
I thank Wendy (Blondiecatfights) for her suggestions, the Scribbler for his helpful editing, Tiffany for her great idea (and hope that I have not messed it up too much ) and you the readers for your comments. Next chapter, The Rivals Meet. 
