Mr. Fantasy, the name was given to me by a couple of clients. I almost wince every time I even see it. The name really doesn't matter to me anyway just a screen name for an e-mail account through which I do a rather strange business. Not that it's a major source of my income, actually it's quite the opposite, and I spend a lot of money on this little hobby of mine. I suppose I should go into a little more detail so you can understand the name and the person behind it.
The name is really Alex. I personally don't think I am really anyone's fantasy though I have many that disagree with me. I am 5'10" short blond hair and 200 lbs. with little to no fat. I work out a lot in a private gym in my house, keeping myself tone. Blue eyes, tan body and a few scars from my "finding myself "days finish out the appeal I guess. For some people the money is appealing. I have a lot of it, born with it already in a bank account with my name on it from a grandfather I never met. I bought a couple businesses after high school, just a couple of fun businesses a kid would like.
My high school life was pretty fantastic for a high school boy. My parents wanted me to be normal so I went to a public school. I was on the football team dated all the cheerleaders and had sex, a lot of sex. When I couldn't talk my way into a girls pants I bought them off of her with a car or some expensive bauble (the bank account was huge). All this continued through college. Everything I did was self- gratifying. Never did I feel concern for the women I was with. All in all I was bored with sex. All the porn and the women in the world were available to me on the most part and yet nothing excited me. Every style of sex every fetish was nothing to me, ugly women or beautiful models didn't matter everything was the same. I was burned out, nothing pleased me. You won't believe me but the playboy lifestyle gets pretty boring.
Everything changed one night. I sat at a bar I owned, fully intending on drinking myself into oblivion. I had a few girls hit on me but none of them even came close to stirring even a hint of curiosity. Around my third tequila two giggling women in their late 20's approached me.
"Hey sweetie," the better looking one of the two said "you busy tonight?"
Looking them both over slowly I noticed both were blond, had on wedding rings and both very attractive, though I had seen better. "Just drinking," I replied. "Can I help you with something?" I played along. I was eagerly planning on crushing their hopes and self esteem with laughter after they asked me to dance or out on a date.
"I'm Sandra and this is Connie." She said introducing themselves. "We have a shy friend over here that lost a bet to us." Sandra explained. "We were wondering if you would like to help her fulfill her obligation to us."
My interest instantly sparked. This was "new!" I looked over at the girl sitting alone. Her face was as red as a stop light. Meeting my eyes, I saw her tremble and start fidgeting with the tablecloth nervously. She had red shoulder length hair, freckles and what I could see of her body small but pert breasts. I looked back to the two girls in front of me. "What's in it for me?"
They giggled uncontrollably for a second, obviously drunk. "Well," Connie said. "If you don't think the fun with her will be enough I've got 50 dollars for you to seal the deal."
I hid my inside self laughing like crazy and perked up to look excited. "Well hell," I exclaimed "I could use some extra money. What do I need to do?" I had never been paid for any kind of sex so this was getting more and more interesting. (Wait. Have I been reduced to whoring myself out for a little excitement?)
Sandra chimed in again. "All you have to do is sit in your car. You can do whatever you want inside your car but you can't come out or stick anything out." Connie lost it at the last part and died laughing.
"When?" I asked.
"Whenever you're ready handsome." Connie said through her laughter, handing me the 50 dollars.
I took the money and looked at it. Looked back at the girls and took out my wallet. Flipping through the two grand in my wallet, letting the girls see the cash, I selected a single hundred dollar bill and folded it with the fifty and handed them to the bartender. "Thanks Julie." I said.
"Always a pleasure Mr. Hamlin." The bartender replied. "Shall a bouncer escort you to your car?"
"No I believe these ladies will escort me this evening." I said while winking at her. She smiled back knowingly. She had seen me walk out with women many times before.