CASSIDY'S FANTASY
PRESS RELEASE—La Sange, Louisiana—Home
of the Fantasy Club, Nightfall. Come take a ride to a place where your fantasy
is fulfilled. Mistress Claudine, your hostess invites you to indulge in your
wildest pleasures. Beware. No fantasy is beyond reach once night falls.
“Oh…my…god! Is this cool or what?” Cassidy Morgan spoke to the three other women, her best friends, as they approached the 1976 Cadillac Fleetwood limousine. Funky, painted Bubble Gum Pink, and flashy, the vehicle suited their personalities perfectly—four hot, girlie-girl chicks out on the town in style. This was not like any other Saturday night in the small town nestled among the bayous of Louisiana. No, this was the opportunity for the four friends to attend the mysterious club, an attraction none of them could resist. Since a boyfriend didn’t exist among the four of them and the draw of the one and only bar and dance club in La Sange ended after the last local election, they all jumped at the invitation Cassidy received last week. The alternative, going into New Orleans on a weekend night always amounted to them having to stay at a hotel. The drive back home was long and travelling on unlit roads made for risky travel.
Cassidy led the group from the pick-up point outside her office building to the curbside. She climbed in the backseat of the outlandish limo first. The black knit dress she wore skimmed her curves, hiking up long legs as she slid along the two-tone leather seats.
“Cassidy, you’ve outdone yourself, girl. This is going to be fun. I can’t believe a place like this even exists in La Sange,” Katie McCarty, the petite brunette who entered second commented.
Followed next were the remaining women, Nataly Rowland and Demetra Buchowsky, who took their places on the opposite individual seats. The two tended to dress as if they were twins. At twenty-eight, dressing identically had lost its novelty. Tonight the similarity stopped with the same color of red.
The exotically handsome chauffeur, with shoulder-length ebony hair pulled back with a leather thong, high cheekbones, smoldering dark brown eyes, wore a black tuxedo that enhanced his physique to perfection. Before closing the door behind the girls he said, “Ladies, sit back and enjoy. The champagne is chilling and the chocolate covered strawberries are on the tray. Please help yourselves. If you desire anything else, the button on the console rings me in the front. The next stop is Nightfall Fantasy Club.”
“Oh my, what a sexy and good-looking man he is. Do you think he’s part of the package?” Nataly asked, giggling.
“Part of the package? Did you notice his package? Yowza!” Demetra adjusted in the seat.
“Ohmigod Demetra. You’re so bad. I think the owner of this Nightfall club would have mentioned him as part of the deal when I made the reservation. If we could have him, too, sign me up first. I like a man in a tuxedo,” Cassidy said, reaching for the champagne in the ice bucket.
“Speaking of fantasies being fulfilled, which one did you select from the brochure, Cassidy?” Demetra asked. The strawberry blonde leaned forward, the bottom on her red sequin dress slid up a creamy thigh. “I had a hard time choosing from the list, because I think this is so weird and phony. I customized mine to have a date with a rock star, a hot one who seduces me with song and turns into a were-tiger. I’ve always loved the wild and exotic and he can have his way with me in a bed of feathers or take me on a bed of leaves on the ground. I don’t care either way. Down and dirty, animal-like is how I want him.”
“Well for someone who doesn’t believe these fantasies are possible, you picked a special one. You’re not afraid he’ll hurt you? I mean a were-tiger?” Cassidy asked as she poured the champagne into a flute.
“No. I love cats and figured the bigger, well you know what I mean. This is a fantasy, right? What happens isn’t real as far as mythical creatures are concerned. I can’t believe we’d be in danger or the owner would be shut-down by Sheriff Beauregard. What I do believe is this Nightfall club is a scam.”
“Well, I guess you’re right, but maybe we can still have fun. We’ve paid our money, let’s enjoy the night. So let me cut to the chase about mine. I fall prey to a vampire prince. Dark and sexy, tall and handsome, like all the men I lust after, but never find in the real world. What do you guys think, too decadent?”
“Not at all if you like the pasty white and cold flesh types. I can’t believe you think mine is dangerous. Geesh, Cass, vampires can be just as bad and unreal as my fantasy.”
“Okay, okay. You’re right, but a were-tiger has sharp teeth and claws where a vamp only has short fangs.”
“Guys, there’s no danger from either one, right?” Katie asked. She tossed her dark brown curls over one shoulder. “Mine isn’t as exotic. I’m going to be a Scottish bar wench who meets a notorious pirate and I hope he looks like our driver.” She giggled.
“Oh you naughty girl. No dangerous biting creatures for you,” Cassidy said.
“I’ll be naughty all right. The only kind of biting I want is nibbles on all my pressure points.”
“Pressure points? You mean your private parts?” Nataly asked.
“No, I really meant all my pleasure points.” Katie snickered as she sipped the champagne.
“Okay, your turn Nataly, what fantasy package did you select?” Cassidy asked.
“Hmm, I probably shouldn’t say.”
“Why not?” The other three asked in unison.
Nataly took a sip of the champagne. “I have a thing about saying wishes out loud. When you blow out the candles on the birthday cake and tell everyone, the wish never comes true.”
“That’s not true sweetie. C’mon tell us.” Demetra placed a hand on Nataly’s arm.
“All right, but don’t laugh.”
“No, we wouldn’t do that,” Cassidy said.
“Okay, you guys know how I love Greek mythology. Love, love, love the gods and goddesses frolicking around half-naked and doing mischievous deeds with humans.”
“Yeah, so you want to be seduced by Zeus?” Demetra asked.
“No, I want to be a forest nymph who is discovered by an Olympian god. Maybe not one of the well-known ones, but rather a bad-boy demi-god. A Hercules type, I think, sweet like Kevin Sorbo. I’ll be satisfied as long as he is strong, blond, blue-eyed, sinfully gorgeous who takes control of my body and as Katie said, and presses all my pleasure points.”
“Now that’s an interesting one. A hot Hercules seduces a fairy,” Demetra replied. “Why didn’t I think of that?” She rolled her eyes, Cassidy noticed. Cassidy questioned why Demetra kept making snide comments. If she’d known her true feeling, maybe she should have rethought inviting her.
“And nothing to fear in the way of big teeth, blood-letting, and claws,” Katie added.
Every one chuckled.
“Only nibbles,” Nataly said.
“Well ladies, let’s make a toast. To a wonderful night of fantasies fulfilled and may all of us have the best night ever.” Cassidy raised her flute and the other girls joined, one by one clinking the glasses to each other’s.
“Absolutely, and I’ll second that plus add having the hottest sex of our lives,” remarked Katie.
“Oh, I hope so because I thought that was the whole idea for us coming tonight?” Nataly asked.
Cassidy’s gaze drifted to the passing scenery out the tinted side window. “Hey, does anyone recognize this road? I haven’t paid a lot of attention where the driver was taking us. It’s really dark, and nothing looks familiar.”
“Oh…my…god! Is this cool or what?” Cassidy Morgan spoke to the three other women, her best friends, as they approached the 1976 Cadillac Fleetwood limousine. Funky, painted Bubble Gum Pink, and flashy, the vehicle suited their personalities perfectly—four hot, girlie-girl chicks out on the town in style. This was not like any other Saturday night in the small town nestled among the bayous of Louisiana. No, this was the opportunity for the four friends to attend the mysterious club, an attraction none of them could resist. Since a boyfriend didn’t exist among the four of them and the draw of the one and only bar and dance club in La Sange ended after the last local election, they all jumped at the invitation Cassidy received last week. The alternative, going into New Orleans on a weekend night always amounted to them having to stay at a hotel. The drive back home was long and travelling on unlit roads made for risky travel.
Cassidy led the group from the pick-up point outside her office building to the curbside. She climbed in the backseat of the outlandish limo first. The black knit dress she wore skimmed her curves, hiking up long legs as she slid along the two-tone leather seats.
“Cassidy, you’ve outdone yourself, girl. This is going to be fun. I can’t believe a place like this even exists in La Sange,” Katie McCarty, the petite brunette who entered second commented.
Followed next were the remaining women, Nataly Rowland and Demetra Buchowsky, who took their places on the opposite individual seats. The two tended to dress as if they were twins. At twenty-eight, dressing identically had lost its novelty. Tonight the similarity stopped with the same color of red.
The exotically handsome chauffeur, with shoulder-length ebony hair pulled back with a leather thong, high cheekbones, smoldering dark brown eyes, wore a black tuxedo that enhanced his physique to perfection. Before closing the door behind the girls he said, “Ladies, sit back and enjoy. The champagne is chilling and the chocolate covered strawberries are on the tray. Please help yourselves. If you desire anything else, the button on the console rings me in the front. The next stop is Nightfall Fantasy Club.”
“Oh my, what a sexy and good-looking man he is. Do you think he’s part of the package?” Nataly asked, giggling.
“Part of the package? Did you notice his package? Yowza!” Demetra adjusted in the seat.
“Ohmigod Demetra. You’re so bad. I think the owner of this Nightfall club would have mentioned him as part of the deal when I made the reservation. If we could have him, too, sign me up first. I like a man in a tuxedo,” Cassidy said, reaching for the champagne in the ice bucket.
“Speaking of fantasies being fulfilled, which one did you select from the brochure, Cassidy?” Demetra asked. The strawberry blonde leaned forward, the bottom on her red sequin dress slid up a creamy thigh. “I had a hard time choosing from the list, because I think this is so weird and phony. I customized mine to have a date with a rock star, a hot one who seduces me with song and turns into a were-tiger. I’ve always loved the wild and exotic and he can have his way with me in a bed of feathers or take me on a bed of leaves on the ground. I don’t care either way. Down and dirty, animal-like is how I want him.”
“Well for someone who doesn’t believe these fantasies are possible, you picked a special one. You’re not afraid he’ll hurt you? I mean a were-tiger?” Cassidy asked as she poured the champagne into a flute.
“No. I love cats and figured the bigger, well you know what I mean. This is a fantasy, right? What happens isn’t real as far as mythical creatures are concerned. I can’t believe we’d be in danger or the owner would be shut-down by Sheriff Beauregard. What I do believe is this Nightfall club is a scam.”
“Well, I guess you’re right, but maybe we can still have fun. We’ve paid our money, let’s enjoy the night. So let me cut to the chase about mine. I fall prey to a vampire prince. Dark and sexy, tall and handsome, like all the men I lust after, but never find in the real world. What do you guys think, too decadent?”
“Not at all if you like the pasty white and cold flesh types. I can’t believe you think mine is dangerous. Geesh, Cass, vampires can be just as bad and unreal as my fantasy.”
“Okay, okay. You’re right, but a were-tiger has sharp teeth and claws where a vamp only has short fangs.”
“Guys, there’s no danger from either one, right?” Katie asked. She tossed her dark brown curls over one shoulder. “Mine isn’t as exotic. I’m going to be a Scottish bar wench who meets a notorious pirate and I hope he looks like our driver.” She giggled.
“Oh you naughty girl. No dangerous biting creatures for you,” Cassidy said.
“I’ll be naughty all right. The only kind of biting I want is nibbles on all my pressure points.”
“Pressure points? You mean your private parts?” Nataly asked.
“No, I really meant all my pleasure points.” Katie snickered as she sipped the champagne.
“Okay, your turn Nataly, what fantasy package did you select?” Cassidy asked.
“Hmm, I probably shouldn’t say.”
“Why not?” The other three asked in unison.
Nataly took a sip of the champagne. “I have a thing about saying wishes out loud. When you blow out the candles on the birthday cake and tell everyone, the wish never comes true.”
“That’s not true sweetie. C’mon tell us.” Demetra placed a hand on Nataly’s arm.
“All right, but don’t laugh.”
“No, we wouldn’t do that,” Cassidy said.
“Okay, you guys know how I love Greek mythology. Love, love, love the gods and goddesses frolicking around half-naked and doing mischievous deeds with humans.”
“Yeah, so you want to be seduced by Zeus?” Demetra asked.
“No, I want to be a forest nymph who is discovered by an Olympian god. Maybe not one of the well-known ones, but rather a bad-boy demi-god. A Hercules type, I think, sweet like Kevin Sorbo. I’ll be satisfied as long as he is strong, blond, blue-eyed, sinfully gorgeous who takes control of my body and as Katie said, and presses all my pleasure points.”
“Now that’s an interesting one. A hot Hercules seduces a fairy,” Demetra replied. “Why didn’t I think of that?” She rolled her eyes, Cassidy noticed. Cassidy questioned why Demetra kept making snide comments. If she’d known her true feeling, maybe she should have rethought inviting her.
“And nothing to fear in the way of big teeth, blood-letting, and claws,” Katie added.
Every one chuckled.
“Only nibbles,” Nataly said.
“Well ladies, let’s make a toast. To a wonderful night of fantasies fulfilled and may all of us have the best night ever.” Cassidy raised her flute and the other girls joined, one by one clinking the glasses to each other’s.
“Absolutely, and I’ll second that plus add having the hottest sex of our lives,” remarked Katie.
“Oh, I hope so because I thought that was the whole idea for us coming tonight?” Nataly asked.
Cassidy’s gaze drifted to the passing scenery out the tinted side window. “Hey, does anyone recognize this road? I haven’t paid a lot of attention where the driver was taking us. It’s really dark, and nothing looks familiar.”
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