Chloe’s Story………. by Vanessa


It had been another boring day and the thought of getting out of the office in just a few minutes and to the supermarket, had Diana dreaming whilst she added mentally to her all ready long shopping list.
So much so that a polite “Bye see you tomorrow” was ignored for a moment until she realised that her friend Judy was on her way home. “Bye” she replied.
Diana all ways parked her car in the same spot reserved for staff members and had not noticed the plain brown envelope on the passenger seat, until posing her handbag on it.
More trash ads she thought, acknowledging that the window she’d left open had served as a perfect post box. Another glance at the envelope however was enough for her to remark familiar signs, which a closer examination confirmed as the gender symbols.
Now more than a little curious and using her long polished nails, she had the envelope open in seconds.
A small white card slipped from the envelope and she squeezed her knees together to stop it falling to the floor. It read “Let me make your fantasies into reality, trust in me, love Chloe.” Followed by a telephone number. The envelope also contained pages of text from which Diana read the title out louder than she intended. “Short story of a woman’s fantasy. Chloe’s story.”
Diana was blushing and looking frantically around to reassure herself that nobody had witnessed her
discovery. The parking area was deserted except for the boss’s car, as he always left late.

Diana was happily married with two sons, three and five years old. Her husband Jonathan had a good job and worked long hours, so the family didn’t get to spend a lot of time together these days, except on occasional weekends.
The first lines of Chloe’s story were sufficient to enhance Diana’s attention. “Every woman has fantasies but few are actually lucky enough to live them out. Chloe knew how lucky she had been meeting Vanessa and it was now her duty to carry out the promise she had made .To enable other women to realize their most intimate fantasies.” Diana glanced at the telephone number and read on…..

Chloe was a hairdresser in a rather high-class salon downtown. Many of her customers were women but it did happen that men, most of whom were gay, stopped by for a styling. Vanessa happened by one day without an appointment and was fortunate in that one of Chloe’s customers had just called to cancel hers. Chloe and Vanessa hit it off right from the word go and their conversation gradually orientated towards subjects with sexual connotations. Vanessa who was single, admitted that she had realized her wildest fantasy of making love with three guys thanks to a dear friend who organized the scene with all the discretion necessary in such situations. All four wore face masks and the scene passed in a dimly lit room. Vanessa’s wish was that she be restrained in bondage, spread and chained to the bed. Her fantasy of being taken in bondage, against her will, had haunted her to the point where she could no longer resist the desire to live out the scene. Somehow finding herself in bondage took away much of the guilt she would have felt if she had made love freely with the three guys. She needed no excuse for her conduct as it was impossible to resist them and so she felt at ease with her conscience. The men had instructions to please her……. and they did.
In return Vanessa made the promise to render the same service to another woman, so she too could realize her fantasies.

Chloe’s heart pounded at the thoughts that raced through her brain and was still numbed when Vanessa’s words resounded in her ears. ”So if you’re interested write down everything you would like me to organize and trust in me. All I ask is that you promise to render the favor. If you agree I will serve you as I was served, write the story of our encounter and pass it on to a woman who may wish to contact you in turn.
You must have complete confidence in me Chloe. I will protect you from all harm during your scene so you need not be worried. You concentrate on living your fantasy to the fullest and I’ll look after the rest.
Chloe would think about it but was far from admitting to an almost complete stranger, that she too had a favorite fantasy that came back each time she caressed herself. Strange she thought, was it because this fantasy came back repeatedly that she needed to masturbate in order to satisfy her desire, or was it the other way round?….but of course there was no way she could disclose this to Vanessa.

Chloe slipped the folded paper into the top pocket of Vanessa’s blouse as she sat down the next week for a quick brushing. Nothing was said during her entire appointment, as the two were now in perfect complicity. Both of course were for their own reasons quietly excited. Vanessa kissed Chloe on the cheek as she departed whispering, “I will serve you.”

Dan had managed to free up his weekend and would be able to spend some time with the family down at the beach house. Dan and the kids would leave Friday night and because it was Chloe’s bridge evening with the girls, she would join them Saturday morning.
It had been raining for sometime and it was now close to 9pm when Chloe, who had parked in a secluded back street, at last saw Vanessa’s headlights in the rear view mirror. The last few weeks she had not been able to think of anything else except what she was going to do this evening. She was Hot and worried that Dan may one day discover her infidelity, but sheer sexual desire overcame her fear and she felt wet at the thought of what Vanessa had planned for her.

She kissed Vanessa on the cheek as she slid into the passenger seat, remarking her very short black dress that did not start to hide her red panties. She fitted the black velvet blindfold that Vanessa offered her. The place where Vanessa had organized her scene would remain unknown to Chloe.
The drive across town seemed like an eternity, but the light music Vanessa had chosen relaxed Chloe who nearly dropped off, only to be jolted back to conscientiousness each time she remembered why she was here.