Fantasy Club

The three of us had met through our husbands, that was over twenty years ago and we'd become close friends since; bringing up our families together, we had five children between us, all away to college or working.

Now in our mid-forties that meeting felt like a lifetime ago; we'd all become empty nesters. School runs were replaced with swimming, yoga and lots of lunches together, usually with wine. We sometimes got approached by guys and it was flattering although none of us had any inclination of taking up any of their kind or otherwise offers.

There was myself 'Christine' married to Rob, Helen married to Mark and Jane married to Kelvin. Rob was the love of my life and I was so proud of him, he ran his own business and worked really hard to expand and grow it. He was also a solid reassuring presence in my life.

Our husbands played golf together and we met socially most weekends. There was a healthy rivalry between us and the guys, they often joked around and set us up. That developed into various competitive games, some with consequences for the losers.

I thought us girls pushed it a bit too far after winning a games night and making the guys dress in pink tutus to collect for charity outside the town's football ground on a match day. We thought it hilarious and took lots of photographs. The guys carried it off with good humour for the most part, but looked decidedly uncomfortable.

Then we were on a roll, winning the next two games nights, we made them wear the sports kit of our bitter arrivals in the local bar. They got a lot of abuse, not all of it good natured. I honestly thought I was going to have a fit when Rob pulled the top off and threw it to the ground, sitting in the bar in just jeans and trainers. Jane insisted he was reneging on the bet but I warned her to let it go, we had definitely gone too far and the owner was threatening to throw us all out.

We knew that the repercussions of any loss were likely to be severely embarrassing. They didn't disappoint, they said we had to act as hostesses for a charity ball. They gave us three choices of outfits: bunny-girls, cheerleaders or schoolgirls. We were certainly too old for the latter two choices. I argued with Rob but he insisted a bet was a bet and reminded me of both the tutu's and bar debacle.

Kelvin bought us some cheap fancy dress bunny-girl outfits; we tried them on at Jane's house when the guys were out.

Helen was furious, "No fucking way am I being seen like this in public, the material is so thin, you can see my... well everything. They surely can't want us to be seen like this, it's so disrespectful."

"We can't back out now... we'd never hear the end of it."

"Shit, what can we do?"

"We could try modifying them with some shoulder straps, maybe a skirt to cover more up."

Jane's eyes brightened, "We could... or we could really go for it, they will expect us to be awkward and cover up. I say we vamp it up and own it, get the best outfits we can find; better still get them hand-made, not this cheap crap. You could make them for us, couldn't you Helen?"

"Well I could, but my friend Mary is a seamstress and teaches at college, she'll do a much better job than me."

"Great let's ask her to make an outfit for Christine and if it looks ok, we'll go for the other two. Get her to make them like the original bunny-girls; those girls were thoroughly supported with sturdy corsets built in."

***

I was back at Jane's, teetering on the 5 inch stiletto heels in a black satin bunny-girl outfit and feeling very exposed.

Jane made the obvious comment, "Jesus Christ Christine... your tits look massive."

"Don't... I can hardly see where I am going, they aren't usually pushed up there, they are jiggling all over the place and I can hardly breathe."

As I got older my boobs got bigger, but the padded bunny girl cups and structured corset made me look like Jessica Rabbit.

Mary fussed around and started making adjustments, "You'll get used to it, it's either that or let it out and everything will relax a little."

Helen added, "The slight rucking across the stomach is perfect Mary. It's really pulling in her waist and accentuating her hips."

Jane was laughing at my discomfort, "It's a pretty tight fit around your ermm... hips, we are all going to have to shave thoroughly though."

"I don't know what you're laughing it, we have to try and get you into one of these and you're much bigger than me, what are you these days 34dd?"

Mary looked up aghast, "She is certainly not, really girls you should get measured properly for bras. Jane is actually 36d, she is broader across her back and Helen is 32b. The support and fitting will make you all look at least one cup size up. Try not to bend over too much or the supports will dig in some."

Jane had another brainwave, "I know, we'll get Elizabeth to pin our hair up with some curls hanging to give us that classic look... and Kelly's for a make-over to make sure its full vamp mode: red gel nails and scarlet lipstick. Give us a twirl then."

I teetered around, trying to get used to the heels, "Wow that's cut really works for your arse, your cheeks are below the cut, it makes your legs look longer as well."

"I don't know if I can be seen with this much on show."

"Just look at it as being on a beach, bikinis actually show more."

"Yeah and I wouldn't wear one of those in a room of two hundred people who are all fully clothed."

Everyone laughed, "And I wouldn't be dressed with a collar, cuffs, bunny ears and certainly not with a cute little rabbit tail."

"Well I think we can agree Mary has made a stunning job of it, so we should get another in red for me and a pink one for Helen, both with the satin material rather than velvet."

"What about pantyhose, I want something on my legs."

"Seamed black is the tradition or fishnets, the seams are sexier."

I sighed, "What the hell, let's go for it!"

***

Two weeks later and we were ready and waiting in a corridor by the main function room. I thought Jane and Helen looked stunning, I looked down to see the cute white bunny tails on the pink and red satin bum cheeks in front of me and hoped mine looked as good.

Jane turned to us, "Remember girls, own it and be confident... now chin up and chest out."

I was sick with anticipation as the curtain was pulled back and we walked out! All eyes were on us, I heard a few gasps and a clear 'fuck me' from the crowd. I was very aware of my body being on display, and could feel both my tits and arse cheeks jiggling as I 'clipped copped' forward on the heels.

The host announced us each by name, "Remember guys, a drink from our gorgeous hostesses will add another £10 to the charitable funds, just keep swiping your cards and enjoying the champagne, it's all for a good cause."

The trays we used had an automated £10 contactless card system, simply tap a card for each drink you took. It saved us a lot of juggling. All we had to do was smile, chat a bit and make sure the barmen kept refilling the trays. Judging by the amount of times we went back for more, we must have been raising a fortune.

My eyes suddenly met Rob's as I bent over to offer the tray to the table. I wasn't sure who was more mortified, I felt like my tits were hanging out and everyone was getting a good eyeful. It was in my mind... hopefully, Mary's work was sturdy enough to keep me decent. The jiggle in my tits as I straightened too quickly was real however; I moved on as someone called for a drink.

There was a bit more time once the initial interest and surge died down, we started having to work a bit more for the sales, reminding people about the charity. A lot of guys were flirting; I could see Jane playing up to it, probably with the intention of pissing our husbands off even more.

As the night moved on and champagne sales lulled, the host came up with the idea of a £5 photo with a bunny-girl. A lot of guys and even a few women took up the offer. We had to put up with a few pats on the arse under the pretext of checking if our tails were authentic.

Finally we got a break and had the chance to talk to our husbands as we slipped our heels off for a bit of relief. Rob and Mark were furious but Kelvin wiped away the tension with almost hysterical laughter.

"Admit it guys, they got us good! We thought they would be the ones embarrassed but they turned the tables on us completely."

Jane smiled and kissed his cheek, "Thanks babe, I knew you would get it."

"One request though, you absolutely got to keep that outfit... you look scorching hot."

Rob seemed to relax with that, "Well I guess it's for a good cause, I suspect you have raised far more money than they have ever managed before."

I smiled at him in relief and leaned in to kiss him as he whispered, "And you do look absolutely fabulous."

Mark still didn't look happy, "You've made your point and we're sorry for putting you in this position, but can you stop now, I don't like guys gawping at you Helen?"

Helen replied, "Sorry babe, we still have to serve around the tables and it's for charity."

Mark didn't look impressed, but he didn't make a fuss. We put the heels back on and made our way to work around the charity roulette wheel and card tables.

An older professional looking guy offered to buy my full tray of drinks. I had about a dozen glasses so it was a significant cost. I placed the tray with the intention of unloading the glasses, when he said not to bother and treat it as a donation.

"Thank you, that is so generous of you."

"Oh it's nothing, a small token for the outstanding job you and your friends are doing. I have never seen anything quite like it. I mean I have seen plenty of young rep girls but you ladies are something different, maybe it's the age thing or the fact that it's not your day job, whatever it is you've had quite the impact."

"Yeah, we've definitely never done anything like this before."

"Well hats off for your bravery and beauty, it's a winning combination. Actually you and your friends might be just who we need for a joint venture."

"Well despite appearances, we aren't that sort of women."

He howled with laughter, "And I am not that sort of man, allow me to introduce myself, Jonathan Parks, Chair of the charitable board. I know this isn't what you usually do... anyone can see that, which is why you are perfect, just hear me out."

I nodded for him to carry on. "All you have to do is repeat what you have done tonight at other charitable and private functions. I am pretty much retired and do lots of fundraising these days, you could help me out a lot. I think there would be enough scope to do it on a commercial basis if that would help."

I must have looked confused, until he explained, "I mean we could pay you for your time and help."

***

Our stint was finished and we rushed out of the room to get the heels off. We were ecstatic with how much money we had helped to raise and chattering over the top of each other.

"I can't believe that went so well."

"I have never been propositioned so much in my life."

"Tell me about it, talk about eyes on stalks."

"It's good to know we have a bit of life in us yet."

"We must have raised at least £5,000 on the drinks and photographs alone."

"Oh shit I forgot to mention, the chair of the charity was asking if we would do this again at other functions. He said we might even get paid for it!"

Helen wasn't sure, "Maybe, it was fun, but I'd have to see if Mark was ok with it."

Jane was as forthright as ever. "I want to do it, I feel so alive and you only live once, besides I want to torment Kelvin some more."

The night raised over £70,000 for charity and broke all records, with our efforts contributing over £6,000.

***

Jonathan contacted us and outlined a number of events we could provide a hostess service for. He suggested sharing 50% of the profit for future charitable events. The main overhead was the cost of the drinks which he got donated or at bulk rates. For private functions he said we could keep 90% of the profits. He thought we'd have a shelf life of at least a couple of years if we mixed up the outfits and activities to keep it fresh.

90% of £6,000 would be £1,800 for each of us for on a single nights work! That was way more than any of us were earning and made it very tempting. Jonathan suggested for large scale private functions it could be significantly more. We were nervous about the private functions and asked what was involved.

"Relax; they are mostly business events, predominantly attended by professional men like myself. We absolutely try to outdo each other on hospitality, mature women looking as good as you three will blow their minds."

"We are not interested in guys perving or going further, it is just a hostess service."

"That's absolutely fine, listen being honest... I'd expect you all to get chatted up and the guys will check you out. But no one will do anything inappropriate or risk their reputation by doing anything 'untoward'. I'll give you a large monetary deposit which guarantees decent behaviour and you can stay in contact with whoever you choose. You already have my details and can check through the charities board or you can take any other action that makes you comfortable."

I mentioned the repeat offer to Rob; he wasn't pleased about the idea of his wife parading around again. I insisted we could run it as a business and explained the amounts involved. He was surprised at the figures and it would certainly take the pressure off us financially. For a couple of nights work each month we'd potentially earn thousands; he wasn't exactly happy but agreed to try it.

To be honest, I was relieved... agreeing with Jane and thinking you only regret the things you don't do in life.

The first private event went really well; it was a business function hosted by Jonathan. We kept Mary busy and after much debate asked her to make us some French Maid costumes, again they were very well made and structured. We went with black stockings and suspenders to complete the look. It felt really edgy at first but we got used to it. I was staggered when three different guys politely offered me their numbers. Jane wasn't, she'd already had collected five numbers herself. Helen had also been offered a number but took it badly saying that it meant guys saw us as easy.

After that, there was 'veterans event', where we scaled down how much skin was on show. We wore vintage Army, Navy and Air-force outfits based on a World War II look; complete with seamed stockings, and hairstyling using curlers and a multitude of hairpins. Jane went for a pompadour style, backcombing and pinning her hair up and really looked the part. The guests loved it and donated generously.

I particularly liked a 20's themed night we're we got to dress up as flapper girls and even did a little bit of dancing. There was 'The Greatest Show' event where we dressed as sexy ring masters complete with hot pants, thigh high boots and embroidered red ringmaster jackets. The whips we carried turned out to be quite useful for keeping the guys in check.

We were being paid a small fortune. Some patrons were a bit leery, we had to deal with some base comments and touching, but nothing we couldn't handle. If we flirted a bit or sat on a lap, we got better tips. Rob didn't need to know that bit; he would only worry and it was just part of the functions.

It was while we were doing some of the accounts with Jonathan that he made a further offer, "There is a smaller group function you could support, it would earn you way more than this, but it's probably a bit too edgy for you."

Jane laughed, "Well you can't leave that statement hanging... what is it?"

"We call it 'the bucket list fantasy club'... affluent guys looking to fulfil their fantasies basically. It's mostly adventure sports and thrill events on trips we arrange between each other. But a number have requested female company on club nights, just conversation, dinner and dancing. You only do what you comfortable with; it's up to you if you want to go any further. We already have some younger women involved but I think you three would be a hit with the members."

"What do you get out of it?"

"A 10% cut of any fee's paid, we're open about it."

I could tell Jane was intrigued; she was always a bit wild. I didn't think it was for me and told Jonathan so. It was the final straw for Helen, she said she hadn't been comfortable for some time and wanted a break from everything. It turns out that her and Mark had been arguing about the hostess work from the very beginning.

After much begging by Jane I agreed to attend a club night with her. Jonathan explained people in the room were affluent, some of them made him look poor. The members paid significant fees to attend and extreme amounts to fulfil fantasies. When I asked about the unusual bracelets some of the women wore, he explained, they indicated women who were willing to consider role-play and sexual fantasies. The number on the bracelet allowed members to check online club profiles and determine what that person was willing to consider. I cringed at that idea; this was too close to a different kind of hostess.

Jonathan saw my hesitation, "Don't be in such a rush to dismiss it Christine, I know for a fact Tiffany there earned £5,000 just from having a dinner date and you are worth far more.

"Why am I worth more?"

"Because you are real... a mature woman and married, that is so much more intriguing than some of the younger vacuous models that are common fodder here. I know two respectable members who would offer £7,000 just for a dinner date with no strings."

Jane's response was more positive, "Imagine not having to worry about money, me and Kelvin can do all the things we planned but couldn't afford."

"Won't he object, I mean his wife going out on dates?"

"No he loves all of this, we have never had so much fun. It has really ramped up our sex life."

"I can't see Rob going for it."

"So don't tell him, at least not until you've tried it, to see if it's something you want to do."

Against my better judgement I agreed with my friend's advice. Jonathan was quick to arrange a double date for me and Jane. He also set us up on the club site, we were careful to ensure they mentioned availability for dinner dates only. Our profiles mentioned we were married and gave other particulars and interests; it included photos of us in our bunny-girl outfits from the charity event.

We were also given numbered bracelets. Jane was beyond excited while I was beyond worried. Kelvin had arranged a golfing weekend with the boys to allow the dates to happen.

Our dates Josh and Rueben were lovely, both very handsome and high flying executives in 'hedge funding' whatever that is. They were far from boring financial types though, looking every bit the smooth professionals they were. I was fascinated to hear about their lifestyles, while they quizzed me and Jane about married life. They were respectful and gentlemanly, helping with seats and doors in the Michelin starred restaurant. We linked arms with them when going back to the private bar at the club.

I had to admit I had an absolutely fantastic night and to think I got paid a fortune for it. It seemed appropriate to kiss my date goodnight on the cheek. It did leave a feeling of butterflies in my stomach as he asked to see me again; Jane was right this was exciting!

We dated them again a fortnight later experiencing a similar night. There was a little more touching and kissing. Josh asked if he could take me away for the weekend to St Tropez in a private jet. He made it clear he'd be paying for me to share his bed. I declined and he was perfectly charming about it.

I was pleased to have resisted temptation and kept to my line in the sand of being a hostess and nothing more. Jane didn't have the same reservations and had arranged a weekend with Rueben and a 'compensation' payment of £20,000.