Fantasy Maker (2 page)

It was as
simple as that. Jerry came up with the idea of hiding it in plain
sight by putting it side by side with the traditional Gentlemen’s
Clubs of St James’, and we called it The Colosseum Club on the
outside. But known only to the members it was actually The House of
Decadence.

I think
he hid it behind several dummy companies that were based in remote
parts of the world, and he employed me as a Manager, so that I
wasn’t strictly doing anything against the law.

On the
top floor we had luxurious rooms for any girls that wanted to live
in. On the next floor down we had a series of fifteen themed
bedrooms for club members to use, either to stay the night when in
town, or to make use of for an hour or two visiting the club. The
floor below that was an enormous ballroom that could hold two
hundred guests or be partitioned into smaller rooms for more
intimate parties, and on the ground floor we had a bar, a dining
room, and our Roman Spa Suite.

For
opening night we threw the Toga Party that Jerry had been hankering
after. He invited a few select male friends, but he was careful not
to tell them that he actually owned the place or what it really
was. Instead it just appeared that he had hired the venue, which
just happened to be set up to accommodate his theme. We also
invited a few of the new members, those that would enjoy the
fantasy and could be trusted not to openly discuss the real nature
of the club to Jerry’s friends.

Whilst
Jerry was having the building redone and decorated; I worked to
organise suitable girls to be Fantasy Makers in The House of
Decadence.

I had
started as a call-girl when I was just eighteen to fund my way
through University, and I was now twenty five, so I had seven years
experience under my belt. It also meant that I had met a lot of
other girls over the years and I knew several that would be perfect
for what we planned.

I knew
full well that working in a club like this would appeal to some
girls. It was a safe environment, with a carefully vetted client
list and we were offering exceptional rates of pay. For big party
nights we would have to get in extra help, and I called in a favour
from my old agency to send me the extra girls I needed for the
Roman Orgy night.

I spent
the week before the party training them all. Allocating roles based
on experience and talking them through what they could
expect.

Unfortunately the nature of the Roman Orgy theme meant that
we could expect it to get quite extreme! It probably wouldn’t be a
simple one-on-one procedure. We had to be prepared for some real
debauchery.

When the
night came around I was thrilled with the results that Jerry had
achieved with the venue, and I was sure it would be a huge
success.

I hadn’t
planned on actually working the floor myself, I thought I would
oversee the operation and make sure it all went smoothly, but as
usual with these things, nothing ever goes exactly to plan. One of
the girls got food poisoning and had to pull out, and I ended up
taking her place.

I was
ready to pose as The Birth of Venus, stood a giant sea shell, nude
apart from some wispy materials draped over me that fluttered
revealingly in a warm breeze created by a hidden fan beneath
me.

Then the
doorknocker sounded and we all took our places, ready for the
opening night fantasy.

We had a
male butler who opened the door from the street and let the
gentlemen into the dim porch, where they pushed through heavy
velvet curtains and then into The Atrium.

Jerry
came quickly downstairs and stood in The Atrium giving the
appearance of having just arrived himself. In fact, he had an
office on the top floor, just as I did, but his part in the
business would remain a well-guarded secret.

Jerry
took in the scene with approval, nodding and smiling at the girls.
I could tell he was turned on already. Then he caught sight of me
and a slight frown went across his face.

“What?” I
asked with concern.

“I
thought you were just managing this?” He whispered.

“I was,
but Phoebe called in sick, so I had to take her place.”

There was
some noise from the doorway and Jerry moved quickly away from
me.

One by
one the guests entered, mostly wearing suits. They walked in
confidently enough, but each one of them seemed slightly stunned
when they took in the scene that greeted them. They began to smile
and look a bit like kids in a sweetshop.

I was
delighted with the effect we were all having on them. I had eight
other girls stationed around the room on raised plinths creating
real life artwork.

A girl in
a long but completely transparent toga came out bearing a tray of
champagne and another in a similar dress came and took their
coats.

There was
some slight embarrassment at first, but gradually they became
bolder and more relaxed.

The men
began to wander around the room, discussing the ‘statues’. The girl
dressed as Minerva, who was nearest the door, had her bottom
pinched a couple of times, and then two men stopped in front
me.

One of
them slowly ran his hand up the back of my calf, and smiled at me.
I continued to look over his head as if he didn’t exist. He gave a
tug on the end of the piece of material that hung across my breasts
and I felt it begin to slide away. Slowly I allowed it to fall
until one breast was bared. My nipple instantly hardened as the
cooler air hit it.

“Michael!” A sharp voice cut across the room, and I saw Jerry
stride over. He put a rather fake looking smile on his face and
said, “Hello, old chap, I thought I saw you arrive. Have you got a
drink yet? Oh good, good, then do come and have a look at Diana,
she’s the goddess of the moon, and quite an attractive work of
art.”

All three
men moved away to admire ‘Diana’.

I held my
pose for another ten minutes or so, all the time with one breast
out, which drew several second looks as none of the other girls
were actually bare-chested, though all were close to it. Then the
men moved on to the changing rooms for the steam
session.

This
created a break the first set of girls.

There
were eleven men now, including Jerry, which meant they had all
arrived. There were also eleven girls laid on to do the massages,
so that the nine of us in the entrance hall could get ready for the
next stage.

I helped
the others down from their plinths and checked everyone knew what
to do next. Five of the girls went to change into costumes to
reappear as Dancing Girls in the Orgy Room, the rest of us would
simply move in there and once again take up poses, but this time
they would be slightly more erotic. The two girls who had served
drinks and taken coats would also move into the Orgy Room, this
time to serve the amphora’s of wine.

I had one
more girl waiting upstairs, who I had brought in especially as a
surprise for Jerry.

Whilst doing my research on the Romans, I discovered that the
richest Roman’s usually had an
exotic
slave or two, which were the
most expensive, and so I had asked my friend Mara to play the part
for the night. Mara was a stunning Indian girl who worked as a
belly dancer in a restaurant. She occasionally supplemented her
income by offering a slightly more intimate service for the
occasional wealthy diner.

Mara had
once joined me with a particularly extravagant client, who had
wanted rather more girls than he could handle after an evening of
living it up, and she and I had become friends after dealing with
his ‘bad trip’ together, and only just managing to keep him alive
through it.

Mara
would dance the dance of The Seven Veils for Jerry. A very erotic
belly dance that would end with her almost totally undressed. I had
a feeling he would appreciate it.

I
personally have absolutely no talent for dancing. Even if one of
the dancers had called in sick, there was no way I was going to do
it. Thankfully I didn’t have to.

Instead I
lay down naked on a table, this time on my front, and one of the
other girls put a large bunch of black grapes on my
back.

I hoped
Jerry would remember our conversation about my being a “table
setting” and realise I had done this for him; after all he had
mentioned that he would like to see me that way
sometime.

Jerry had
put such a lot of money into this venture that I really wanted him
to have a great party. All this was specifically his fantasy, and
although the Roman rooms would remain a permanent fixture of the
property, I did hope that we could all make this a perfect night
for him, as well as launching The House of Decadence.

The remaining girls climbed into the pool in the middle of the
room. It wasn’t large, just a couple of feet square, but all the
chaise lounges were angled around it and the girls would be putting
on
a bit of a show
.
They were dressed as Roman slaves, but in the pool their clothes
were now wet and clinging to them, and they would be indulging in
lesbian acts when the men eventually appeared.

I assumed
that pretty much all of the men would have taken advantage of their
willing massage girls, and so they would need a little revving up
to get their engines going again.

We
chatted quietly as we waited for them to appear, and then one by
one they began to emerge. They were now steamed, showered, oiled up
and dressed for the part. I’d bet good money they were started to
really live the fantasy, and felt every bit the wealthy Roman,
invited to an orgy.

They had
certainly all shed their Armani suits and were looking much more
relaxed.

They got
straight into the swing of the room. They reclined on their couches
and watched the girls in the pool.

My two
serving girls, Bethany and Corina, were quick to appear with
goblets of wine, and ran back and forth bringing the men everything
they desired from the groaning buffet table.

The men
talked and laughed and generally seemed pleased with their
evening.

Bethany
and Corina had to put up with quite a lot. Their breasts were
squeezed and their bottoms fondled as they moved swiftly amongst
the men, but the main focus of the clients, was on the women in the
pool.

Jessica
and Bella were French kissing in the centre, whilst Estelle sat on
the side of the pool, with her legs dangling in the water. Posy
stood in the pool positioned between Estelle’s open legs and licked
Estelle’s bare breasts and fingered her under her wet and clinging
skirt.

When the
men had all been served and were leisurely eating their Roman style
supper, Jerry clapped his hands loudly together three times and the
music became louder and the dancing girls came on.

Their
dance started sweetly, skipping and twirling around the room, then
their movements slowly became more evocative, swaying in front of
the men and passing their fingers across the shoulders and chests
of the each man, lightly teasing him.

They
ended in provocative poses, and the men applauded appreciatively.
Then the music changed and Mara stepped into the room.

The
change in atmosphere was tangible, all eyes were on her as she
began her erotic belly dance. She cast off silk veils as she moved
around the room, presenting them as she went to the nearest males,
but making her way slowly and surely towards Jerry.

Jerry had
a big smile on his face, and gave me a quick grin to show he was
pleased with his surprise.

Mara
finally jiggled and wiggled in front of him and finished by sinking
onto his lap and pushing his head into her cleavage.

It was
like it was some kind of cue for the other men to get involved.
They had eaten and drank and were ready for action once
again.

Some got
up off their couches and began to undress to get into the pool,
others beckoned over dancing girls to come to where they were
relaxing.

I noticed
with slight concern that a sweet girl called Regan was being eyed
up by one of the members called Sol. I’d had some concerns over
putting Sol on the list of members, as his sexual tastes bordered
on aggressive, but he was very respectful at all other times and
I’d thought that handled carefully he shouldn’t be a problem. Now I
winced as I watched him grab Regan and drag her onto his lap. He
pushed up her skirts and without the slightest pause he shoved two
fingers roughly inside her.

I briefly
considered going over to help her by taking some of the emphasis
off her and onto myself, but I remembered that this was supposed to
be a Roman orgy, and I had warned all the girls it could get messy
and a tiny bit ugly, and they had all been ok with that.

As it was
I needn’t have worried about Regan. She was a consummate
professional, and she tipped her head back and moaned as if in
ecstatic pleasure at the pressure from his fingers.

All round
the room the fucking began in earnest.

Two of
the men wondered over to me, talking and laughing as they helped
themselves to grapes from my back and admired my naked figure as if
I wasn’t even conscious. I didn’t know either of them, they were
friends of Jerry’s. The same two who had admired me in the Atrium,
when I was dressed as Venus.