Darkest Desires Inc.
That was what the card said, the gilded font shining in the midday sun.
Olivia Wilde picked it up, studying it with narrowed eyes, her thin lips pursed. Turning it over, she found a phone number on the back, underneath it a single sentence:
WE MAKE YOUR FANTASIES REAL.
"More junk mail..." she muttered to herself, throwing the card on the side as she headed for the shower.
Attending the set, she made her way through hours of tedious reshoots, the only bright spark the flirtatious advances of her co-star Natalie.
Returning to her flat, she settled in with a glass of wine as she watched Peaky Blinders. As the wine poured down her neck, her thoughts drifted to the card on her side table.
"Oh, what the hell... it's probably a scam." She muttered as she crossed to the table and picked it up.
Phoning the number, it rang twice before a deep, masculine voice answered.
"Darkest Desires Incorporated. We make your wildest fantasies a reality."
Summoning her courage, Olivia smiled a little.
"Hi... I'm Olivia. What kind of services do you offer?"
"Well, miss, we offer discreet services to select clients, enabling them to fulfil their innermost desires in a safe, private manner."
"Innermost desires?"
"Yes, ma'am. Simply leave your name, the desire you wish to experience and your location. We will handle the rest."
Pausing, Olivia looked over at the near empty bottle of wine, a slow burn in her pussy as she bit her lip.
"Okay. My name is Olivia Wilde, I'm on Baltimore Wharf, and I would like to experience..."
Her last words following this were barely a whisper.
"I'm sorry ma'am. I did not catch what you wish to experience."
"I wish to experience anal for the first time." She mumbled.
"Yes ma'am. We have an employee half an hour away. They will be with you in an hour, and we hope you enjoy your darkest desire."
The man hung up.
Olivia returned to her sofa, draining her glass of wine. Her body was on edge, her foot tapping nervously.
A shower and two glasses of wine later, and there was a knock at the door. Tightening her robe around her, Olivia answered the door.
On the doorstep, dressed in a blue dress so tight it clung to her curves as if she had been poured into it. Full, pouty lips gave her a beaming smile, and shining blue eyes sparkled with warm arousal under a blonde bob.
"Miss Wilde, I'm Liana. I'm from Darkest Desires, and I will be your guide this evening."
"Guide?" Olivia asked as she invited the stunning woman inside.
"We are called guides, as it is our job to guide you through experiencing the most pleasure possible during our time together."
"Oh... umm, how do you intend to fuck my ass...? You're a woman..."