Fantasy Attraction (Hidden Secrets) (2 page)

CHAPTER ONE

~COLLEEN~

There was never a moment in my life that I regretted. 
After some of the events in my life I have adopted a single motto that I live by; everything happens for a reason.  Good or bad, it happened because it was meant to.  My life was in my control now.  There was no more searching to figure out where in this crazy world, I belonged or what I wanted to be.  The one thing I wanted to do was help those around me.  Finally, after a stroke of genius by a drunken phone call and a friend’s comment, I am able to help to pull communities together to help those in need.

“Tina, thank you so much for allowing me to use your conference hall for the auction.  I think we managed to get the word out about autism and raise a decent c
Hunk for the foundation.”

“Colleen, you really need to stop thanking me.  Honestly
, it was an honor to do it.  Your mom would be so proud of you.”

The mention of my mother made the smile come off my face and wiped the excitement from the great fundraiser away.  I was still dealing with everything from that and it still hurt.  No one could tell me how to deal with it and no one seemed to understand.  No doctor or friend I talked to could help, so it was me fighting these overwhelming emotions on my own.

“Oh honey, I am so sorry.”

I shook my head and forced a smile.  “Don’t worry about it.  I think we are all cleaned up here.  If it looks good to you I am going to go ahead and
head on home.”

She nodded and I left.  The longer I stayed there the longer I was reminded of my mother.  Tina was my mom’s longest friend.  She stood by my mom through everything.  Some of it, I can’t understand why, but she did and never explained herself to anyone.  Tina didn’t have to live with the consequences like I did.  I had no choice in the matter.  Because I was a fucking child, I carry it with me and I still have to deal with it all!

I shook my head and drove off home.  There was no being around people today.  Not with my mother in my thoughts.  There is no way anyone would welcome my attitude today.  I didn’t want to ruin anyone else’s day.

My apartment was small, but it suited me.  I shut and locked the door behind me and headed straight for my liquor cabinet.  I pulled out the whiskey and filled a glass.  Glancing at the time, I had enough time for a decent nap before having to start my night job.  It was my night job that paid the bills and
made the ends not only meet, but tied firmly around each other forming one tight knot.  I loved my job.  There were some interesting people.  Downing my whiskey, I headed to my room and went to sleep.

It was about an hour before I started my night job.  I went around my apartment tidying up a bit.  Washing my dishes from yesterday and cleaned my bathroom then vacuumed.  Making sure I grabbed some books and notebooks, I made my way to my spare bedroom that I turned into my call room.

Turning on the television, I wanted to see if they covered the fundraiser.  Having the fund raiser highlighted on the news would be a huge increase in donations for the Autism Foundation.  There was a brief spotlight on it.  It was better than nothing.  When I was about to turn off the television, I saw the words “Sixteen year rape victim finally receives justice” flash across the screen.  They go through her whole story and I am literally in tears.  How could someone do that to another human being?

In that moment, I knew what my next fundraiser was going to be for.  If Kayla Williams will be up for it
that is.  I hoped she would because as much as it saddens me to say there are more horror stories like that out there.  My eyes were suddenly met with the most gorgeous man I have ever seen. 
Carson Williams
one of ten siblings to Kayla Williams took the stand as well
. 
Holy shit!
  Damn is she lucky to have him as a brother.  I shook my head and shut the television off.

Yawning, I stretched to get myself ready for yet another night of men (and sometimes women) calling in and me being thousands of different people in a thousand different places helping them get off. 

It was my freshman year of college when a friend told me that my voice was super sexy and I could make a killing off it.  Drunk and bored one night, I called an old boyfriend and hung up just as he answered.  He of course called back.  Boy was he in shock when I answered.

“Thank you for calling Fantasies have it your way…This is Candy.  How can I help make your fantasies come true?”  I said in a husky
, sultry, straight from a man’s wet dream voice.

“Colleen?”  Jayd
on said, confused.

“No, stud, but I will be whatever you want me to be?”

“Ummm, okay?”

“Well stud…what fantasy am I making come true tonight?  What do you want me to call you?”

“Uh, Jay.  Um, I don’t know.”

Th
ere were a few things about Jaydon that not everyone knew until it was too late.  He was stupid and a cheating, lying scumbag.  He was the type of person that believed a square could go into a round hole.  Yeah, I don’t know what I saw in him.  He was cute.

“Well, Jay, I can’t make your fantasy come true if you don’t tell me what it is.”

He groaned and I could almost hear the wheels turning in his head.  This should be good. I rolled my eyes.

“I love public sex and lots of it.  I want you to be a Dominatrix.  You fill in the blanks.”

Oh my God!  Drunk or not he set this one up perfectly.  I moaned a little.

“Sit!” I snapped. 

I laughed because I actually heard a chair move in the background.

“Pull your pants down and leave them around your ankles.” I listened to the sound of his belt jingling and then his zipper lowering.  I lowered my voice.

“Ohh, I love the feel of your cock in my hands.”  I moaned.

“Oh me too…” He sighed.

“Smack your leg hard!”

It took everything out of me not to laugh because the idiot actually did it.

“You address me as Ma’am.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Better.  Now where were we….ohh yes.  I was stroking your hard cock in my hands.  You are so hard for me, aren’t you, stud.”

“Ohh yes, Ma’am.”

I smiled.

“Spit on your hand.”

Sure enough, he did.  Oh, this was going to be great.

“Stand up and smack you
r ass hard.”

I had to pull the phone away from my mouth to keep
him from hearing me laugh.  He actually smacked his ass!

He moaned.

“I am running my tongue down your shaft.  Can you feel it?”

“Oh yeahhhhhh.”

“Smack you ass harder for not addressing me properly.”

He did and groaned.  The fucker was actually hurting himself because I told him so.

“Sorry, Ma’am.”

The teasing and taunting went on for a few more minutes.  He was a quick sprinter to the finish so I didn’t have much time.  I picked up my house phone and dialed his house phone.  What Mr. Stud muffin here didn’t realize is I knew he was living with his girlfriend because his mom kicked him out.  When she answered assuming
ly in another room, I went into action.

“Oh Jay, fuck me harder…Yeah…”

“Ooohhh Candy, you feel so good.  Yeah…Yeah…”

I had both phones on speaker phone so she could hear everything going on.  The next thing I hear is her screaming at him and heard a sound that could only have been the sound of him falling to the floor.

“Son of a fucking bitch!  Ah shit!  Son of a bitch!”  He cried.

“Good I hope you broke your fucking dick!  Get out of my house…”

I hung up.

Jayd
on had it coming to him.  We were together a few years back and while he was with me he had cheated on me numerous times during that spring break.  The minute he returned I dumped his ass flat and told him that maybe he should think about who he brings on his next trip for wild random fucking.  One of my best friends went with him and told me everything.

That was how the idea for starting my
phone sex line started.  It has actually become a profitable business now and helps cover costs for all the non-profit work I do during the day for doctors and animal shelters.  My phone rings breaking into my thoughts.

“Hello
, this is Candy.  What fantasy can I help come true for you tonight?”

“Um, Hello Candy.  I have never called these things before, but well…”

“You need a release, but don’t want to do it alone?”

“Yeah.  Sounds stupid
, doesn’t it?”

“Not at all.  How about we take this one step at a time?”

“Yeah, I would like that.”

This man’s voice was unbelievably sexy.  It was hard to believe he had no one in his bed right now.  Just the sound of his voice had me all hot and bothered.  The way it rumbled through the phone and went straight down to pool between my legs.  It was deep and husky.  This phone call was going to be fun.

“What do you want me to call you?”

“Um, can you just call me some kind of pet name?”

“Oh sure.  Anything for you baby?”

“Yeah, I like that.”  He sighed.  “You have one hell of a sexy voice.”

“So do you baby.  Tell me…what do you look like?”

When he didn’t answer right away, I knew he wasn’t sure what to tell me.  He really was a phone sex virgin.  This was going to be my best call by far.  Maybe the night won’t be so bad after all.  I might even enjoy myself and give him this call for free.

“Are you tall?”

“Six foot four inches.”

“Mmmm.  I like them tall.  Do you work out?  Have a muscular build?”

“I, uh, have a demanding job so I am pretty fit.”

“Mmmmm…” I purred.  “I love the feel of my hands running up your amazing chest and running my nails down, baby.  Can you picture it?  Can you feel it?”

“Yeeeaaahhh…” He sighed.

“You’re a bit taller than my five foot seven inches, baby.  I am running my hands up your chest again and wrapping my arms around your neck, staring into your beautiful…what color eyes do you have baby?”

Honestly
, all this description wasn’t really needed, but this was for my pleasure this time as well.  I wanted a good image of him in my head.  This would be the kind of man I would love to come home to every night.  Why he would have to call a sex line was beyond me, but I am glad it was mine.

“Green.  I have green eyes.”

Oh this guy was too damn much.  His already orgasmic voice got even deeper and huskier the more turned on he became.  I could come apart at the seams talking about mergers as long as he was talking.

“Perfect.
I am staring into your beautiful green eyes.  Rising slowly on my toes, I lick my lips before pressing my lips to yours.”

Because he wanted a pet name, I went with a more boyfriend/girlfriend kind of scene.  I hope it was what he was looking for.  When he growled, I knew I had to be on the right path.  That growl turned to liquid form in my body and pooled between my legs. I was so fucking horny right now.  I never got horny on these calls.

“Running my hands down your neck and across your shoulders as my tongue dances with yours.  Moving my hands to your chest, I run my nails down again scrapping across your nipples…”

He groaned, which made me smile.

“I move my lips to your neck, slowly kissing and licking my way down the same path that my hands just took; stopping at your nipples, biting them ever so lightly.”

Again he groaned.  I
could hear his breathing change.  It gave me the confidence that I was going in the right direction with the fantasy.

“Moving lower and lower over your stomach and down to the waistline of your…”

“…Boxers, Angel.  All I have on are boxers.”  He panted.

“Leaving a little bite trail around your waistline, I move my hands to the inside of your boxers and slowly lower them down and let them drop to your ankles.”

“Yes…”  He sighed.

“Oh
, you’re so big baby…”

There was no way this guy was not
hung with the description I had in my head of him.  He was not only long, but he had to be thick as well.

“It’s all for you
, Angel.”  He whispered.

Boy did I wish it were true
and I loved how he didn’t deny his size.  It makes me wonder if he really was hung or just cocky.  Either way I was extremely turned on right now.  I don’t know how long it has been since I have actually had sex, but this guy’s voice was driving me insane with need, desire, wanting…

“I wrap my hand around it and slowly start to stroke it, from the base to the tip and back again.  Leaning in, I twirl my tongue around
the head before taking you in my mouth.”

His breath whooshed out and into the phone.  He was seriously into this fantasy.  It would be a flat out lie if I said I wasn’t.  Every time he said ‘
Angel’ it did things to my insides.