Golden Ticket Pt 01

Author's note

I can't remember when I first thought of this idea for a story. It is a combination of my own fantasies and an absolute corruption of the potential rewards for the Golden Ticket in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.

Introduction and Day 1: Annabel

Mr Snackfood was a canny operator. A fairly ordinary set of products but brilliantly marketed and targeted. His latest wheeze to sell his "delicious, tasty treats" was a shameless imitation of Willy Wonka's Golden Ticket scheme. The lucky winner of one of the five "fantastic opportunities" would win the holiday of a lifetime.

Things were at a very low ebb for me. Almost 30, single again, and not looking after myself at all. My background will become evident as my story unfolds. But somehow, despite the gloom and desperation that I felt at that time, life dealt me an Ace. My diet was mostly home delivery pizza and beer, but I thought I'd have a bit of variety and go for Snackfood for breakfast every day until the tickets were all accounted for. Having had one (no, not just one, far more) too many beers again I didn't even notice the ticket fall out of the latest packet and flutter to the kitchen floor. It was only the following morning, hungover as usual, that I spotted it.

The ticket positively shimmered in my hand when I picked it up. I had never seen anything so beautifully produced.

"This ticket entitles the holder to the holiday of a lifetime. Text this number:

07777 777777

to arrange your meeting with the Mr Snackfood representative. Tell no one at all of your win or the holiday offer may be invalid."

Not a difficult number to remember, I thought. And who have I got to tell anyway?

What does one say? After a few deleted attempts I came up with:

"Hi, I'm James, I've got one of the Golden Tickets. Please get in touch."

Within seconds, a request for my address was swiftly followed by an appointment fixed up for the same afternoon.

At precisely 3pm there was a sharp rap at the door. I opened it to find a smartly dressed gentleman of around 50. Clean shaven, about 5'10" and with a broad smile.

"Congratulations, James. You're our first winner. Please allow me to introduce myself. I'm Alex. I could say I'm an employee of Snackfood Enterprises Ltd, but really I'm Mr Snackfood's right hand man, here to sort out your wonderful holiday."

"Yeah, great, pleased to meet you. Would you like a seat?"

I moved a pile of empty pizza boxes out of the way and gestured to the now empty armchair.

"Thanks, James. So there are four holiday options. Shall I run through them and let you see what you think?"

"Yeah, whatever."

My, on reflection, casual, rude, off hand approach, and my utter mess of a flat had not phased Alex at all. He proceeded as if talking to an important business associate.

"Option 1: we will take you and your special friend to any, ANY, music venue in the world. You choose the artist, and location and we will guarantee to obtain the best tickets in the house. In addition this would form part of a one week holiday in 5 star hotels of your choosing in that part of the world and as many trips and activities as we could fit into the week. Think Dame Tiri te Kanawa at Sydney Opera House, or Last Night of the Proms at the Royal Albert Hall. Anything!"

I'm afraid I hadn't been paying too much attention after the words 'special friend'.

"Can you give me a minute? I need the bathroom."

"Of course, James."

I didn't need the bathroom. I just didn't want to start crying in front of a complete stranger. I emerged after a while and when I did so, Alex was standing by the window.

"James, I must apologise. I have completely misjudged your situation from the moment I walked through your door."

I tried to say something but he held up his hand.

"James, I'll be honest with you. When I came in I thought 'geeky gamer', not surprised he's single. Then, when I looked around whilst you were in the bathroom, I saw some lovely photos of you with Zoe. Then I saw the cards of condolence. How long was it since you lost her? A few weeks I'd guess."

"No, eight months."

"You're not making much progress at moving on are you?"

"Hey, do you know it feels to lose your wife to breast cancer when you're both only 29?"

"James, I would never be able to appreciate how that would feel, I'm deeply sorry. But ask yourself, if it had been you instead of her, what would you want for the rest of her life?"

"I would want her to find someone else and have the children we'll never have."

"Exactly, you wouldn't want her to live like a nun. And I can't imagine that the beautiful, toned couple that I saw on honeymoon pictures would be living on your current diet?

James, I could offer you 3 more holidays similar to the first one. By the way they are Sports event for two, Cruise for two or Adventure holiday for two. But those aren't what's wanted right now. Option 5, however, is perfect. This is NOT the one we're going to be putting on the outside of our snack packs, I can tell you.

James, do you trust me? If so, you'll love what I'm offering, it is precisely what you need."

"Okay. I guess I do, and it'll be an adventure whatever happens."

"Great, I like your attitude. Firstly we'll fix a date. Last week of June? I need a little time to set things up. Secondly I'm going to send you a link to a questionnaire. Not just once but several days in a row. Please be completely honest on every response, and allow an hour or two every day for it. The more honest you are, the better the experience. I know it's a month away but I promise I will be outside your flat at 3pm on Saturday 23rd June to drive you to your dream holiday."

The links to the online questions started the very next day. The first day was lifestyle questions. Diet, alcohol, exercise. Not very impressive on my part. But towards the end there were some pictures of women, four per page, and I just had to click on the ones I found appealing. I could click on none, or all, or somewhere in between. Let me tell you now that I find athletic, slim blondes very attractive. I guess that's partly me, certainly social conditioning, formative experiences, who knows? Alex told me to be honest, so I was.

The next day's questions were more sexual. About previous experiences, willingness to be adventurous, some direct questions about what I enjoyed. (These were quite specific about oral and different positions, and got me quite turned on.) Then there were a few pages of "choice of four" again, but whoever was setting up the questions had clearly learnt from the previous day. I ticked at least two of the four every time.

The third day's set of questions was even more sexual. There were basically some blunt questions such as

"Had I ever done this or that?"

The responses were:

Yes, didn't like it

Yes, would try it again

Yes, loved it

No, couldn't imagine doing it

No, not sure

No, but would give it a try

After completing those, I was offered a few more four women on a page. What can I say? They were all gorgeous and very, very sexy. Cute blondes in swimsuits, tight jeans, shorts, mini skirts, I mean what's not to like?

The fourth day of questions was about my fantasies. In my deepest, darkest thoughts, what did I really want? Well, what man doesn't fantasise about sex with more than one woman? Some of my other fantasies involved domination, submission, pleasure, denial. Would I have admitted to these whilst Zoe was still alive? Probably not, but as Alex had put to me, in effect, would Zoe want me to live like a monk?

To finish with, I had the choice of utterly gorgeous women on screen. However, this time I had to rank order their outfits for the same woman four times on each page. This part of the online questions took me longer than most because I just couldn't decide! Every single picture was of a gorgeous, hot blonde in either a bikini, hot pants, a mini skirt, or a gorgeous evening gown. How can a man who keeps his brain between his legs decide between one delicious option and another? If someone offered me only my fourth best option on each and every question, I'd have given anything to accept.

The net effect of these questions was that I was certainly very horny and I was starting for the first time to think about women other than Zoe. Probably a good thing, I guess.

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Well, a month or so and many pizzas later I was in no better shape than when Alex had first met me, and despite the Golden Ticket things hadn't changed that much. Still drinking too much beer, and eating too much take away. 23rd June came round pretty soon and at 3 pm on the dot, I heard a toot, toot from outside. I should say that Alex had sent me a text reminding me of our forthcoming meeting and to be ready, with minimal baggage, everything to be provided.

I walked out into the road to see Alex leaning on a classy Jaguar, with his characteristic big smile.

"Welcome to your adventure! There are a few rules you'll have to obey before you step aboard. You'll need to give me your phone - no phone, no internet all week. And you'll have to wear this blindfold too. I'm taking you to a very exclusive location, and I'm afraid I don't want you know where it is."

"Okay, fine with me. I'll just chill."

We set off pretty quickly and were soon on the motorway. Obviously I couldn't see where we were but despite the tinted windows, any fool can tell the difference between North and South. From my house in Reading, it was clear we were heading East, then round the M25, as I could feel the pleasant June warmth on my right. Then, as the day progressed and cooled, we were obviously heading for somewhere North East of London, probably Suffolk. After meandering slowly down many country lanes we finally arrived, after dark, at some gates or a barrier, and after being let through, the car stopped and Alex let me out. He put his hand affectionately on my shoulder.

"James, my dear boy, life is what you make of it, and this is a golden opportunity to do something special. Enjoy yourself and make sure you think about the long game, not just this week.

Your room is here on the right. Sleep well!"

With that, dumping my minimal luggage on the ground and with no opportunity to reply, he reversed the Jag out of the drive and disappeared into the dark.

I managed to find the door, through another, and found myself in a sumptuous bedroom. An enormous double bed beckoned to me. I was tempted to fall straight in but explored far enough to find the cavernous bathroom. Enough room to swing many cats, and certainly enough to clean my teeth, fling my clothes to the floor and tumble into bed. I don't even remember falling asleep.

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Day 1: Annabel

"Good morning James! Time to wake up!"

Normally I would shiver off last night's excesses and regret the last, second last or whatever beers, but today was different. A clearness of thought, and unusually a clarity of vision. But was this before me am apparition or still a dream? On my bed, sitting cross legged next to me was the most gorgeous woman I'd ever seen in my life. Her long blonde hair cascaded over her bare shoulders, on her top half she was wearing a tight, tubular piece of white material which showed off her tanned, slim midriff. And the cut off denim shorts accentuated her long slim legs, bare all the way down to her toes.

As opening lines go, 'Hi, I'm James' wasn't really very impressive, but I was still pretty sleepy.

"I know who you are", my lovely new acquaintance replied, "I'm Annabel, your companion for today. Welcome to your holiday of a lifetime!"

The phrase 'companion for today' raised so many questions in my mind that I didn't manage much of a response.

"Come on, let's have some breakfast, and I'll explain everything. Here's something to wear."

With the last comment, Annabel threw me a fresh white dressing gown and strode out of the room. I grabbed it and followed her as fast as I could, heading out of the bedroom into a sunny dining room, set nicely for two.

"Okay, so I'm guessing you have some questions about what's going on. Alex dropped you off last night and said 'enjoy yourself' and that's about it?"

"You know Alex?"

"Of course. Look, just assume that everybody you meet this week knows everyone else."

"And 'companion'?"

"Umm, well, I'm your, yes, er, companion. I've planned our day together and what we're going to do."

"Wow, I get to spend the day with you?"

"Would you like that? That's really sweet, I'm pleased."

Annabel's face really lit up at this point. Her smile made her look even more beautiful than before. For someone so pretty, she seemed hesitant, slightly lacking in confidence. It was very endearing.

"I am really going to pamper you today. I want you to feel special and, er, well, taller by the end of today. But first you need some special 'James' breakfast. Tuck in!"

It was what we called in my family a VHB, very healthy breakfast. Lots of fruit, yoghurt, cereal. No Mr Snackfood and no fry up.

"We've decided you need to change your diet as much as anything. So only freshly prepared food, no alcohol, no caffeine."

My head was buzzing again with questions and I didn't know where to start.

"Annabel, can I just ask a few things? There's so much I need to know."

"Okay, fire away."

"Where are we?"

"I can't tell you exactly where but it is an exclusive spa estate. We've got it to ourselves for the week. It's lovely, don't you think? Very private and not overlooked at all."

"You said 'we'?"

"Ah, yes. That means Mr Alex, me and the other companions."

"There are more of you? I can't believe any of them are as hot as you. Oh I'm sorry I didn't mean that just to be a comment on how you look. You've been really sweet and patient with me. But you are very attractive."

Annabel blushed.

"I think you'll like the others too. What did you think those online questionnaires were about?"

"Have you seen all my answers?"

"Oh, yes. All of them."

"I thought they were private. This is embarrassing..."

"They are private - just between us, to help you enjoy yourself this week. You're going to have a different companion each day and today is my day with you. I've planned a relaxing time for us. You might meet one of the others later."

"Are there six of you? Today's Sunday and that's five more days after today. "

"No, just five of us."

"What happens on Friday then?"

"You'll see", Annabel smiled enigmatically. "Let's get you to the treatment centre and get this day started."

I followed Annabel along the corridor and into a large, well equipped room. In the centre was a massage table with one of those ring pillows for putting your face into.

"Lie down. Yes, dressing gown off. Don't worry, I know what a naked man looks like."

I quickly got myself face down on the bed and Annabel proceeded to give me the best massage I'd ever had. She started with my toes and gradually worked her way up. She lingered on my buttocks, mischievously slipping an oily hand in between, and by the time she'd reached my lower back she was getting very warmed up.

"Too hot for this" she whispered to me, stripping off her top and throwing it on the floor right under my eyes. Now as she rubbed firmly across my back, I could feel her breasts against my skin. Then, even better, her erect nipples brushed across my back. It was incredibly arousing and despite being face down, I could feel my cock stiffening. Annabel continued right up to my shoulder blades and neck and by this time I was as stiff as a rod.

"Okay, James, time to roll over so I can massage your front."

"I can't."

"Why not? Embarrassed about a bit of tummy?"

"No..."

"Oh, I know. Well I'm curious now, so you'll have to show me."

I rolled over slowly, making eye contact with her as soon as I could. It was difficult to maintain as there stood before me the most beautiful woman wearing nothing but a pair of skimpy shorts. Annabel was struggling to keep eye contact too, as her eyes were drawn to my crotch. I'm about average in length but there's plenty of girth.

"Oh, my, you do have a nice one. Quite thick, I'm not sure I can get my hand round it. But I'm going to try. I think it needs a 'special' massage."

With that she gave me a huge smile and reached for the massage oil, drizzled a little along my length and on my balls and proceeded to play with me lovingly.

"I love doing this to you, it's really fun. I love how firm it feels, how it twitches. I'm going to make you spurt soon, it is part of the day's pampering."

She squeezed, tickled and tugged gently at my balls with her right hand and with her left, gradually built up speed up and down my shaft. She wasn't holding back at all, so it wasn't long before I shot a few dollops of cream onto my chest.

"Mmm, lovely, how's that? I love to see a man's face when he orgasms. It's very special."

"That was wonderful, thank you. I loved that. I wasn't sure what companion meant, you know, but I didn't want to hope for too much, but this, wow!"

"James, I wasn't sure how it would go today, if we'd get on. I thought maybe after all day together we might feel romantic in the evening. I didn't think I'd fall for you so quickly. Can you do something for me?"

"Yes, anything."

"Lie back. I want you to lick me. I've always fantasised about being licked this way, on a massage table. It won't take very long to bring me off."

Annabel dropped her shorts to the ground and with my head on the cushion circle, she stood over me, her long legs reaching to the ground. Her pussy was very, very cute, enticing, and smooth as marble. And absolutely delicious.

"Just lap me, very gently, just back and forth, yes that's it. Oh yes, yes, James, yes, that's it, oh, oh, oh!"

In no time at all she was there with her noisy orgasm. She slumped slightly onto my face, then lifted herself off to stand next to the massage bed again, holding my hand.

"Thank you, James, that was amazing. I told you it wouldn't take long."

"I would be very happy to take longer if you want."

"Would you? I do love it, but once I've had my first orgasm, most lovers usually think that's enough and stop. I'd love you to do it some more but there's something else I need to ask. Did you like how smooth I was?"

"Very much, I loved licking your smooth skin."

"I want you to be smooth too. Once you do then you'll have your reward. Do you know how I get so smooth? I waxed yesterday. And I'm going to wax you today. By the way, it hurts! But it's worth it and anyway, I promised the others I'd get you to do it."

"Okay, let's get it on with it! Another new experience for me."

"Lie back; I'll do it as quickly as I can."

As she got on with preparing me, I tried to think of something else, but I couldn't shift my mind away.

"Ready?"

I yelped with pain as Annabel ripped off strip after strip all around my balls and crack, but she knew what she was doing and once she'd started she got it done pretty rapidly. Then some soothing oils to ease the sting.

Annabel turned to face me, holding both my hands in hers.

"Would you like your reward now? Good. You did say you enjoyed licking me, didn't you? Not just enough to make me come once, but lots?"

I nodded. She led me outside to the patio where there was a large, very comfortable outdoor bed. I suppose it was intended for people to sit on and chat but there was no doubt that Annabel wanted to make a different use.

"Lie down, put a pillow under your head. I've wanted to take you in my mouth from the moment you rolled over. And now that you're as smooth as me I am going to suck you very slowly. And while I do it you're going to lick me to your heart's content and give me as many orgasms you can."

As I lay back on the bed, I thought I saw a twitch of a curtain at an upstairs window, but before I knew it, Annabel had swung a leg over me and settled her delicious pussy back onto my face so I couldn't see very much. My tongue went into action straight away, lapping hungrily at her pussy lips. She was moaning out loud straight away, but then remembered my reward and began licking me too. She started at the tip, swirling her tongue around it, then slid her lips up and down each side of the shaft before finally popping it into her mouth. As well as that, her hands caressed my balls and sometimes wandered down between my buttocks to tickle my asshole. It always sent a shiver of pleasure through my body and she loved doing it to me.