Fantasy Inc

Fantasy Inc : The Full story . By Carl East
Striding down the city sidewalks, Colin kept an eye out looking for the
conference hall where he was scheduled to be. His eyes took everything in and he
silently acknowledged that the city was where he came alive. He loved the way
cars and buses played dodge with each other and the occasional fool-hardy
pedestrian. Seeing his reflection as he passed the shop window he stopped to
assess his appearance. This gathering was very important and he wanted to be on
top of his game, today of all days. The navy suit looked good and the crisp
white shirt and stylish red tie was just what it needed to complete the look.
The shop assistant had advised him well.
Brushing back his thick dark hair he crossed his blue eyes and laughed at his
reflection. He shook his head because while he believed in being healthy and fit,
he was definitely not a man about town. He was just a hard worker who strived to
do the very best in the career he had chosen. Like a genie in a bottle, his job
was to grant the clients wish, a sexual fantasy of their choosing.
He started back on his way admiring the nearby shop windows. While they offered
the newest and best of everything from stylish clothing to the most up-to-date
electronics the world had to offer…they didn’t offer what his company could.
Catching site of the building where his meeting was scheduled he realized he was
early. Spying a sidewalk hotdog vendor he decided that he’d have a bite to eat
before heading in. It would give him a few moments to relax and enjoy the fact
that he was one of twenty-four managers that headed a Fantasy Inc. Office and
would be attending the very first Manager’s Award Ceremony.
The company had decided early on that they would reward their top employees, and
although Colin knew that his chances of winning were slim he considered himself
fortunate to have risen through the ranks so quickly. Rising from the park bench
he ventured into the hall and was greeted at the door by a charming young lady
who took his name.
She directed him to the banquet room and he found that most of the other
candidates were already there. Pretty soon he was introducing himself and
chatting with the other managers. The main topic seemed to be their adventures
thus far with the company, but it wasn’t long before the event director made an
announcement.
He simply said that everyone would be interviewed shortly and to go where
directed once their names were called out. Colin felt nervous when his name was
called, but didn’t know why. He followed the young lady that seemed to be his
escort until they came to a large office. Once inside he found three Fantasy Inc
directors seated and awaiting his arrival.
The eldest of the three rose to shake his hand as he entered the room. “Hello
Colin, let me introduce myself and my colleagues. On my right is Judy Crowther
and on my left is Daniel Peck, my name is Peter Morgan.”
He smiled and nodded to the other members of the panel and sat where indicated.
Placing his briefcase on the floor next to him he took a moment to assess the
room and the directors.
“Colin, as you know today is about you and our twenty-three other managers. We
have reviewed the financial statements and business has been very good this past
year. While this is important, we are also here to find out who the most
inventive manager of Fantasy Inc was, at least for the past year. We intend to
reward that individual for his or her hard work. We requested you to bring the
top six files of your fantasy requests and would like you to recount to us on
how you managed their accounts,” said Peter.
Colin nodded and sat forward to open his briefcase. Reaching inside he took out
the file folders and sat back to begin.
“As you know, we encourage our clients to commit their view of the adventures to
paper, and I have been fortunate to have clients that spared no details in their
experiences. The first one, I must admit, was probably my favorite as I
personally developed the design for her fantasy. If you’ll allow me, I’ll read
their accounts, though I must point out that these tales were tidied up a little
before I filed them,” said Colin.
“What do you mean by tidied up?” asked Peter.
“Well, I had the idea for turning our client’s adventures into a printed story.
When completed, I would present it to them as a reminder of their time with us.
I should point out that some individuals elected to write in a third person
perspective whilst others chose a first person one. I felt I should follow their
lead in the writing style; however, since most people are not professional
writers, I edited and revised their stories as necessary. The clients felt that
this was a wonderful idea and now have something to refer to. I’ve been told by
our client’s how often they read their own tales. They can’t believe it’s them
that the stories are referring to.”
The panel members murmured in approval and nodded for him to start. He sat back
and got comfortable in his chair before beginning to recount his client’s
adventures.
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STORY ONE
Joan walked to work down the same street she’d walked everyday for the last
three years and sighed. She was thinking, even wishing, that something exciting
would happen for once in her life. When she reached the main road, she noticed a
sign going up on the newly renovated block, which had been under construction
for over a year. The sign simply read Fantasy Inc, which made her wonder what
type of company it was. Walking past she finally reached her destination and
lifted the eye glasses hanging by the beaded chain on her cardigan and entered
the library. Calming looking around she sighed once again and admitted that
being a librarian wasn’t so bad but it certainly wasn’t her fantasy.
She had forgotten all about the sign until she noticed the leaflet mixed with
the rest of the mail when she came home from work that night. The elegant print
claimed that any fantasy could be yours for a small and reasonable fee. Turning
the leaflet over, she at first dismissed it as some sort of con, but as the
lonely night wore on she continually thought about it. Lying in bed that night
she continued to think about the new company. Intrigued, she finally decided to
check it out the next day as she was off on Saturdays. She went along the same
road every day and saw no problem in just popping in for a nose.
The next morning was crisp and bright when she left her apartment and headed
towards her destination. As she stepped through the shiny brass doors she was
immediately impressed with the décor and plush carpeting and made her way to the
main desk.
The attractive receptionist wasted no time in greeting her.
“Good morning, may I help you?”
“Why yes. I was wondering what you do here, what services do you provide? I have
a leaflet that claims that your company is able to fulfill any fantasy, so I
thought I’d check it out,” said Joan, feeling a little silly talking about
fantasies to a perfect stranger.
“That’s correct Madame. If you would like to take a minute to look through this
small booklet, you’ll see exactly what we do offer.”
Joan went over to a nearby sofa and took a seat to scan the contents of the
booklet. Much to her surprise she found that there was an adult section. Turning
to it, she found that all conceivable sexual activities were catered for.
Looking carefully around to see if anyone was watching her she adjusted her
glasses to have a closer look. So shocked was she, at this point, that she had
to read it again just to make sure she’d read it correctly. Thumbing quickly
through the booklet she could not find any prices for the fantasies listed, so
she returned to the receptionist.
“Is there someone I can talk to in private about this and discuss prices, etc?”
she said, handing the booklet back.
“Yes Madame, it just so happens that we’ve had a cancellation. I can arrange for
you to speak with someone within 20 minutes if you care to wait.
“Yes, that would be fine,” replied Joan.
“Okay, I just need to take your name, and you’re all set,” said the receptionist
getting her notebook out.
“Right…my name’s, Joan Banner. Do you need my address?”
“No, not just now, but they probably will later on, please have a seat and when
they’re ready I’ll buzz you through.”
Sitting back on the sofa she tried to read one of the magazines left on the side
table but she began to have second thoughts. What on earth was she doing here,
what if someone from the library found out? She was just about to get up and
leave when she heard the receptionist say, “Miss Banner would you like to go
straight through?” indicating the direction with her hand.
Joan thanked her, and shakily walked into another smart room, where a huge
mirror dominated the back wall and landscape pictures adorned the rest. Too busy
gazing around the room she missed the occupant.
“Miss Banner?” said a voice in front of her.
Joan turned her head to see a well dressed gentleman walking around the modern
desk with his hand extended to usher her into the nearby seat.
“You can call me Joan, I’d prefer that,” replied Joan self-consciously and
taking the seat indicated.
“Okay, Joan it is,” he replied with a smile. “Now then what particular fantasy
have we tempted you with?”
“Umm…it’s…um,” said Joan hesitantly not knowing where or how to start.
“I see. Well look, how about you just write it down on paper, and we’ll take it
from there,” he said, handing over a sheet and a pen.
Smiling, Joan took the paper and found that she did find it easier to commit to
paper, and quickly did so. She handed the paper back and could feel a flush
covering her face.
“Ah, you want our ‘Gangbang Treat,’ well you may consider it yours as soon as
you leave these premises. I’ll explain how all this works. We request that our
fee of $250 is paid up front and within a month we will arrange your request.
Your fantasy will come true and to your satisfaction or your money will be
refunded.”
“It all sounds very exciting and I agree to the terms, but will I get any
advanced warning?” said Joan.
“Not with this package. Your idea with this fantasy is that you want to be taken
by surprise. Something I’ve come across several times in the past, it seems
women tend to have darker fantasies than men, it can be prearranged though, if
that’s what you prefer?”
“No, that’s fine. I did want it to be surprise,” replied Joan as she counted out
the fee.
Joan left a few minutes later and from that moment on she thought every group of
men she saw was part of her fantasy. Yet for two weeks nothing happened, and she
was starting to think that perhaps it all had been a con. Too embarrassed now to
speak to anyone about it, she went about her normal day to day routine. On
Wednesday, she realized that she had to go to the bank, but found her branch
closed for renovation. They’d apparently left a cashier in the next store who
was apologizing to everyone for the inconvenience, and just as Joan was about to
leave, a big white van screeched up to a halt and four masked men with guns
jumped out.
It was a hold-up, and Joan knew better than to disobey anything they told her to
do. So, she was along with everyone else, lying down on the floor as the gang
proceeded to fill their bag with cash from the register. Just then the sound of
sirens could be heard in the distance and one of the four grabbed Joan roughly
by the arm and started to drag her, shouting for her to move. Terrified she
stumbled to her feet, it seemed they were after a hostage. They pushed her into
the back of the van and someone immediately blindfolded her as they sped off.

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