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Copyright© 2012 Isobel Goddard
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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Push and Shove
Isobel Goddard
Copyright © 2012
Chapter One
Rachel McIvor nodded her head as she scribbled down some notes. What the woman was saying wasn’t anything she hadn’t heard before, still Rachel wanted to make sure of what she wanted. This customer was paying her a lot of money to have the perfect abduction fantasy and Rachel was going to make sure she did.
“Five men right?”
“Yes and they have to be strangers,” the woman said, her hands nervous as she played with the clasp on her pocketbook.
“Of course. Sex with strangers who take you by force has to be just that.”
“I’m so glad you understand.”
Rachel looked up at her and smiled. “That’s my job.”
“I don’t want anyone knowing what I’m doing.”
“They will never find out from me I promise.” Secrecy in her trade was paramount. Dirty thoughts, strong needs and reckless desires fuelled Rachel’s business. She wasn’t about to ruin it by sharing client information. Writing it down was old-fashioned but it was to make sure Rachel got the fantasy right. Anything that was said was kept under lock and key and when the fantasy was fulfilled, it was shredded. Maybe Rachel didn’t have many strong morals regarding selling sexual fantasies but privacy was never meddled with.
“The men?” The client looked at Rachel.
The other woman’s eyes were fever bright with excitement and lust. Rachel recognized the signs only too well. She had been doing this job for eighteen months now and every woman who came to her was the same. They wanted hot, multiple men in and on them without fear of being found out. They wanted to be made to do things good girls would never admit to craving. Dreaming it with a vibrator in hand was okay but living it was the ultimate.
“All the men are trusted. Frankly this is just as exciting to them as it is to you so they’re hardly going to jeopardize a job they enjoy by breaking the company rules.” That was the first thing her employees—all men but for two women because there was no accounting for taste when it came to sexual fantasies—were made aware of when they came to work for her. Shut up and enjoy. Talk and you walk. It was a pretty damn simple rule. You want pussy? You can have it for the price of silence.
The woman breathed out a deep sigh. “Okay. Good. So we do this Friday. What time?”
Rachel shook her head and tapped her pen on the pad. “You don’t want to know that. It ruins the surprise.”
The woman’s eyes went wide in panic. “But what if I’m at work and they come and get me?”
Rachel knew by the sound of her voice she was hoping for just that. This was extreme fantasy not for the faint hearted. “They will be discreet.”
The woman bit her lip and thought about that. “I guess I can say I’m sick or something.”
Yeah, we’re all a little bit “or something” when it comes to our darkest needs. Rachel stood up and held out her hand to the woman. There was no point prolonging these encounters any further than necessary While her clients were important, this was a business and bonding over sex wasn’t smart. It made people vulnerable. “I hope you enjoy what you get.”
“I’ve wanted to try this for so long you know.”
Yeah. Rachel did. That was the problem with providing dirty fantasies. What Rachel was selling to others she herself wanted. It was madness of course. She was average and boring and, oh yeah, a virgin. Imagine if I told anyone that? They’d think I was lying. Virgins didn’t do what she did for a living. Virgins were supposed to be prim and proper. Rachel viewed that ideology as bullshit. Smart virgins were picky and wanted a lot for their first time. Rachel wasn’t about to settle for a fast fuck and an even faster goodbye. She wanted more. “And I’ll get it. I’m just not sure how.”
That was her problem. Rachel lusted after men but she wasn’t so sure they lusted after her. There was no one in her life and other than average kisses and ineffectual groping on a few dates, not a lot of men turned her on. But then maybe that had more to do with her than them. She was twenty-four, short, plump and average from the top of her mousy brown hair to the tips of her flat-footed feet. Her boobs were too big but then they matched her ass which was of a similar size. “Yep, I’m a freaking goddess,” she muttered to herself as she walked back to her cramped office. Her business consisted of two rooms in a row of buildings four streets back from the main road. There was the reception desk and her office. The carpet was violent red and the furniture dark brown and sturdy. Rachel had added her own touches to the décor but basically, it was just a place to do business and inappropriate sex didn’t require fancy paintings. People knew what they wanted and didn’t come there to be sold a dream. They already had one and were wet with the need to fulfill it. As for the law? Well, they were listed as a dating agency. It wasn’t exactly true and it wasn’t exactly a lie. Besides, Rachel wasn’t one to worry about legalities when it came to earning money. If she got caught then she would worry.