Dream World (3 page)

With that, Kate shut her eyes, counted to ten, then re-opened them. Much to her disappointment, nothing had changed. Well, apart from the fact that Richard was now standing next to the green door. With an over elaborate bow he invited her to step through.

Though Kate was slowly starting to lose patience with the situation, having come that far she decided to give it one more try, so she grasped the handle of the door, turned and pushed.

Kate gasped. The sight that greeted her took her breath away. She walked through the door and found herself at the foot of the steps of Sydney Opera house. The magnificent harbour bridge looked resplendent in the background. She then turned and looked at the Australian outback through the open green door, just as Richard stepped through and joined her.

‘Welcome to Sydney,' he said.

Kate could hardly believe her eyes. ‘That's incredible.'

‘It gets better,' he promised.

‘How?'

‘Well, although that's a marked improvement, you're still thinking in terms of reality. For instance, I bet that if you were to catch a flight to Sydney tomorrow, I reckon this is pretty much how it would look.'

‘What's wrong with that?' she said.

‘Nothing, except I still don't think you fully understand that the boundaries of dream travel are limitless.'

‘Meaning?'

‘You can always improve on reality.'

‘For example?'

Richard stroked his chin. ‘Would you like to stay the night?'

‘I don't have enough time. Sylvia and I have only booked a two hour appointment.'

‘Ah, but time is flexible here. You can create time, play around with it. If you'd like to stay for the evening all you have to do is imagine time slowing down and if you focus on that thought hard enough, dream time should obey you.'

Kate concentrated her mind upon her watch, then glanced down at it. Sure enough, the second hand had slowed so much it hardly moved at all.

‘Now, how about a nice five star hotel?' he suggested.

‘Right here?'

‘If you wish.'

Kate closed her eyes and thought for a moment. Upon opening them, she discovered a sumptuous hotel had sprung up not more than twenty yards away. She clapped her hands excitedly. ‘Can we go inside?'

‘Why not. I'm guessing you've already reserved the penthouse suite.'

Kate closed her eyes again. ‘I have now.'

Upon opening them, she found herself standing on the balcony of the penthouse overlooking Darling harbour. Night had fallen and both the opera house and the bridge were illuminated. Something popped behind her. Kate turned to find Richard had just opened a bottle of champagne. He poured two flutes and offered one to her. She murmured her thanks as he proposed a toast.

‘Here's to you and that wonderful imagination of yours.' As they drank, Richard consulted the electronic pad once more. ‘Now, how about a little company.'

No soon had he uttered the words another thought popped into Kate's head, a much naughtier one this time. There was a knock at the door. Richard went over and opened it. An athletic young blonde woman stood there wearing a skimpy black and white French maid's outfit that wouldn't have looked out of place in an adult movie. Richard invited the maid in, but couldn't help raising an inquisitive eyebrow. Kate blushed, guiltily, realising it was her sub-conscious that had summoned the girl into existence.

‘Is there anything I can get you, madam?' the maid asked.

‘No thank you,' Kate stammered.

The maid was just about to leave when Richard clicked his fingers. Both time and the girl stood still.

‘Don't be embarrassed,' he said to Kate.

‘I'm not a lesbian,' she blurted out, defensively.

‘For starters,' Richard said. ‘So what if you are? Besides, even if your tastes are straight, there's nothing wrong with wishing to explore another side of your sexuality.'

‘I'm slightly curious, that's all,' Kate mumbled.

‘Sorry, I'm being incredibly rude aren't I?' he said, smacking the heel of his right hand against his forehead. ‘I'll get out of here and leave you girls to it.'

‘No,' Kate said, grabbing him by the arm. Barely realising what she was doing, she pulled him over towards the bed. The pair of them sat down on the edge of it and looked up at the motionless maid. Only now did Kate take the time to examine her properly. The maid was quite tall, had rather a sporty build and was incredibly good looking. Kate silently complimented her imagination on conjuring up such a beautiful creature. Growing marginally more confident, Kate rose from the bed in order to examine her creation a little closer.

The girl's magnificent breasts threatened to spill out of her outfit at any moment. Kate found herself wondering what it would be like to kiss them. She shook her head to dismiss the thought, but no sooner had it gone than it was replaced by another just as naughty. Kate imagined what it would be like to run her hands down the girl's well toned thighs, caress her bottom, shrug her panties aside and then... Kate nearly jumped out of her skin as the girl's head turned towards her and she stared unashamedly into Kate's eyes. Kate struggled to meet her gaze.

‘I can't,' she whispered.

‘Don't worry,' Richard said. ‘There's no need to beat yourself up about it. You'll grow more confident with time.'

Kate nodded and glanced up at the maid once more.

‘What's your name?' Richard asked the maid.

The girl looked at Kate expectantly.

Kate cleared her throat and said, ‘Nicole.'

Richard got up off the bed. ‘It's a pleasure to meet you, Nicole.'

Nicole nodded.

‘There was something else I noticed you put down on the form that you filled in,' Richard said to Kate.

‘Oh, what's that?'

‘You noted that you enjoy reading erotic literature.'

Kate didn't see where he was taking the conversation. ‘What of it?'

‘Well, I was wondering if you'd like to watch Nicole and I make love,' he said. ‘Just think of us as characters in a book. It might help ease you into the swing of things.'

Kate bit her bottom lip. ‘I'm not sure.'

Richard snapped his fingers and a blue door appeared next to the dresser on the other side of the room. ‘There. I'll make it easy for you. If you don't enjoy watching us, all you have to do is step through the door.'

Kate's mind was in turmoil. Part of her wanted to touch Nicole and find out what it was like to kiss another woman, but another part of her shied away from making any kind of bodily contact. Feeling torn Kate got up off the bed, apologised to Nicole and explained that she would satisfy her curiosity another day. Richard was about to join her, only Kate stopped him in his tracks. ‘Please, don't let me spoil your fun.'

‘Thank you,' he replied, ‘That's really kind of you.'

Before Kate had the chance to depart, Richard took Nicole in his arms and kissed her passionately. Though Kate had been on the verge of leaving the dream, she found herself lingering.

Caressing Nicole's shoulders, Richard then slid his hands down her back, peeling the skimpy outfit from her body to reveal her golden, tanned skin. Nicole responded by kicking off the heels that she was wearing then, using her hips, she nudged Richard backwards. As the couple edged towards the bed they both shed their remaining clothing.

As Richard fell back onto the bed he removed his boxer shorts. No sooner had he done so his impressive cock sprang out. Kate's eyes bulged. She had never seen one that big before. It must have been at least nine, if not ten inches long. Inadvertently, she found herself taking a step towards the bed in order to take a closer look.

Nicole had a similar idea. She knelt down at the edge of the bed, took Richard's cock in her right hand and then fastened her lips around it hungrily. Richard lay back on the bed and sighed as Nicole kissed and licked and sucked him. Kate watched, spellbound. It was all very well reading about such scenes in a book, but to have one acted out not less than three feet away from where she was standing was a different matter entirely, dream or no dream.

As Nicole's head bobbed up and down, Kate had to fight back an almost irresistible urge to join in. Nicole's bottom looked so silky soft that Kate ached to take it in her hands and caress it.

Almost as if she was reading Kate's mind, Nicole broke away from pleasuring Richard, stood up and stretched that incredibly trim body of hers. She glanced over her left shoulder at Kate and winked suggestively. Kate gulped. Nicole provoked her even further by blowing her a kiss. Kate closed her eyes and imagined what it would be like to take Nicole in her arms and plant a kiss upon the girl's perfect cupid bow lips. Having summoned up the courage to do so, Kate opened her eyes, only to discover that she was too late, because Nicole had clambered onto the bed. She paused for a second, allowing the tip of Richard's prick to nuzzle her pussy lips, then gently lowered herself onto his raging hard on, luxuriating in the feeling as inch by inch it filled her.

Nicole then sat back and rested on Richard's thighs, enjoying the position they had taken up. She rocked gently back and forth as she got used to feeling him inside her, then she began to ride his impressive prick in earnest. Expertly grinding her buttocks into his thighs, Nicole flexed her pelvis back and forth rhythmically. Richard clearly approved as he began to let out little moans of delight. It was obvious that Nicole was enjoying herself too as her breathing grew shallower. As she began to pant she changed her technique and started to bounce up and down, riding his cock energetically. Richard tried to reach up in order to take her breasts in his hands. Forcefully, Nicole pushed him back onto the bed and bucked up and down even faster. Throwing her head back, Nicole let out a scream of delight as she came. Sensing her orgasm, Richard leant forwards, grasped the cheeks of her buttocks in his hands and plunged in and out of her all the harder. Nicole closed her eyes and flopped down onto Richard's chest, which she bit in order to stop herself from crying out again. No sooner had her teeth come into contact with his flesh, Richard gasped as he came too.

As the couple kissed and caressed post orgasm, Kate began to feel slightly guilty at having witnessed such an intimate scene. Deciding it was time to take her leave she opened the blue door and stepped back into reality.

The instant the door closed behind her Kate opened her eyes and found herself staring up at the bright white ceiling of the dream chamber. She tried to sit up, only felt rather woozy, so lay back down again.

‘Don't worry,' she heard Richard say. ‘A mild feeling of nausea is perfectly normal after your first trip.'

Richard approached her and offered a glass of water. ‘Here, drink this. Give yourself a minute or two and you'll be fine.'

Gratefully, Kate accepted the drink. Easing herself up she sipped the water and allowed her head to clear in its own time. Glancing to her right she found Sylvia sitting on the edge of the adjacent bed watching her. Sylvia looked like the cat that had got the cream. It wasn't difficult to guess what she had been up to.

‘Well,' Sylvia asked. ‘What do you think?'

Kate grinned. ‘Can we come again next week?'

Amsterdam

The week couldn't pass quickly enough for Kate. On more occasions than she cared to admit she found herself gazing out of the window at the office where she worked, daydreaming about what she would get up to when she next visited Dream World the following weekend. Her naughty angel kept conjuring up images of Richard's magnificent cock. She wondered if she would be able to persuade him to join her on her second trip.

In some respects, though, work proved a welcome distraction from life at home because the house felt empty without Alan there. All week he proceeded to bombard Kate with texts and e-mails. Initially, she ignored them, but as the week drew on she weakened and replied to one or two. In spite of how things had ended she couldn't help reflecting back upon the first couple of years of their relationship and all of the good times they had shared together.

If evenings were hard, bedtime was the absolute worst. Kate dreaded the lonely climb up the stairs at the end of the night. She ended up going to bed later and later, putting off the moment as long as she could by watching endless dross on TV. Unable to face sleeping in the main bedroom, she moved half her wardrobe into the spare room to try and reduce the risk of experiencing any nightmarish flashbacks.

After what felt like an eternity, the following weekend eventually arrived. As she drove home from work that Friday evening, Alan tried to call. Kate ignored it. He tried again just as she pulled into the driveway and a third time as she was getting changed out of her work clothes. His fourth call came as she put a saucepan of pasta on the hob; his fifth as she was sitting down to eat it. The sixth time her phone rang, she had just poured herself a glass of wine. She snatched the phone off the coffee table and answered without bothering to look who it was who was ringing.

‘Please stop calling, I'm finding it hard enough to deal with as it is,' she said.

‘Oh, be like that then,' Sylvia replied.

‘Sylvia!'

‘Who did you think it was?'

‘It doesn't matter,' Kate said. ‘Just don't tell me that you're ringing to cancel our dream trip tomorrow.'

Sylvia sighed. ‘I'm afraid I am.'

Kate wilted. ‘Why?'

‘Because I've managed to wangle us a last minute cancellation tonight instead. Fancy it?'

‘Are you kidding! What time shall I meet you there?'

‘Could you make it in half an hour?'

‘I'll be there in twenty minutes,' Kate said, already halfway out of the door as she ended the call.

If anything, the queues that Friday evening were even longer than when they had visited the previous weekend. Once again Sylvia didn't hesitate to lead Kate around to the sneaky private side entrance. The only difference was, this time when they entered the dream chamber Richard was waiting for them.

‘Good to see you again, Miss Phillips,' he said.

Kate had almost forgotten how good looking he was. Plucking up her courage she asked, ‘Would you mind joining me again? I was hoping we could pop back to that hotel in Sydney.'

Richard was delighted by her request. ‘It would be a pleasure.'

Eagerly, the girls went about preparing for their respective trips. As Kate lay down the door on the far side of the chamber opened and a burly security guard stepped through. He beckoned Richard over.

‘Yes?' Richard said.

‘It's him,' the guard replied.

‘What?'

‘He's here again.'

‘Keep your voice down,' Richard snapped irritably. Then, lowering his voice to a whisper he said, ‘I thought I told you to put those new security measures in place?'

‘We have. It doesn't seem to have made much difference,' the guard said.

‘Alright,' Richard muttered, ‘I'll be along in a minute.'

The guard nodded and backed out of the room.

Richard walked over to Kate's side. His manner instantly changed and he became all sweetness and light again. ‘I'm really, really sorry, but I'm going to have to pass on that invite of yours. I'm afraid something has come up.'

‘Nothing serious, I hope?'

‘Of course not,' though the tone of his voice belied his reply.

Sensing Kate's disappointment, Sylvia said, ‘You could always join me instead.'

Kate shrugged. ‘Why not.'

So, after Richard left the room, the girls took their tablets, lay down and started to dream.

Upon entering the dream Kate found herself standing outside a club in a cobbled street that seemed familiar. She looked around, but couldn't see any sign of Sylvia, so headed into the club. Glancing up at the drinks menu she wondered if her sub-conscious was playing tricks on her because she didn't recognise the language. Kate approached the counter. The barman smiled at her.

‘Goedenavond. Hoe gaat het met je?'

‘Excuse me?' she said.

‘I'm sorry,' the barman replied in perfect English, but with a heavy Dutch accent. ‘I didn't realise you were English.'

‘That's OK. Er, at the risk of sounding silly, where am I exactly?'

The barman gave her a slightly puzzled look. ‘Heavy night was it?'

‘Something like that.'

‘Maybe a drink would help?' he suggested.

‘Maybe it would,' she replied, tentatively.

‘So, what would you like?'

‘How about two pitchers of Pimms,' a familiar voice said, before a pair of hands clamped over Kate's eyes. ‘Guess who.'

Kate shrugged the hands aside. ‘Sylvia.'

‘What kept you? We're all in the back room waiting.'

‘Who for?'

‘You, silly,' Sylvia said.

‘Where are we?'

‘Don't you remember this place?'

Kate shook her head. ‘No.'

‘Tasha's hen party, two years ago, we came to Amsterdam for the weekend. And this is that club where...'

Kate interrupted. ‘You mean the strip club?'

‘The one with that dancer you couldn't take your eyes off,' Sylvia said.

Kate laughed. ‘Really?'

‘Yup. And you want to know the best part?'

‘What's that?'

‘He's in the back room waiting for us.'

After asking the barman if he'd mind bringing their drinks through, Sylvia took hold of her friend's hand and led her into the rear of the club.

The back room was exactly how Kate remembered it. There were about a dozen large, round circular tables, all packed with women who were cheering the performer on stage. Sylvia and Kate made their way to the table where all of their friends were waiting. There was a slight lull in proceedings as the MC took the stage and announced the next act.

‘Now, if you would all put your hands together please in order to welcome our star turn of the night, the fireman of Feynoord, Mister Robbie Van Der Kerk.'

As Sylvia and Kate took their seats at the table nearest to the stage, the audience went wild as the aforementioned Robbie strutted out to the strains of The Pussycat Doll's, ‘Buttons'. With his close cropped blonde hair, diamond blue eyes and gym instructor's physique, Robbie was every bit as gorgeous as Kate remembered him to be. Robbie lost no time in flicking off his fireman's boots, then skimmed his hat into the appreciative crowd. As he shed each item of clothing a loud cheer went up. Robbie then tackled the buttons on his jacket, popping them one by one in time with the music, until it flapped open and revealed his hunky chest. Feigning embarrassment, Robbie held his hand up to his mouth, as if shocked, before turning his back on the girls.

The audience ‘booed' the way they would a pantomime villain. Robbie pretended to look hurt, then, as if the thought had only just occurred to him, keeping his back turned to the crowd he slowly inched his jacket off his shoulders. The boos quickly turned to cheers once more, reaching fever pitch when he span around and flung the jacket into the auditorium. A tall black woman jumped up and caught it, which elicited cries of approval from her friends. Raising his right hand to his brow, Robbie peered out into the crowd to see what had become of his top. The black girl waved it enthusiastically. Robbie beckoned her to join him. Without a moment's hesitation she wiggled her way through the crowd and up onto the stage.

Robbie held out his hand and asked if she'd mind giving his top back. The girl refused, so he dropped down on one knee and pleaded. Once again the girl shook her head. Wondering how he could get her to change her mind he scratched his chin thoughtfully. Robbie clicked his fingers as if struck by an idea, got to his feet and whipped off his trousers. The audience went absolutely wild. He then bent over and invited the girl to spank his bottom. Throwing the jacket aside, the girl approached him. As she playfully slapped his buttocks, Robbie ooo-ed and aaahed.

Deciding he'd taken enough punishment, Robbie leapt up, span around, took the girl in his arms - much to her delight and amusement - and proceeded to dance around the stage with her. Finally, as the track that was playing came to an end, the pair kissed, enthusiastically. Her moment of fame over the girl left the stage, waving. Robbie called for a big round of applause.

The next track to come on was Donna Summer's ‘Hot stuff.' Picking up the rhythm of the music, Robbie began to dance once more, showing impressive gymnastic ability as he gyrated around the stage, threatening to take his red thong off at any moment, only never quite doing so. As the song hit the second chorus, Robbie took everyone by surprise by leaping off the stage and onto the table at which Sylvia and Kate were sitting. Robbie danced around the full circle of women, musing over which of them to pick, until eventually his eyes locked on Kate.

Given the packed night club, Kate wasn't feeling quite as confident as she'd hoped, but when Robbie beckoned her to join him, she plucked up her courage and stepped onto the table. Robbie mouthed something to her. Such was the din being created, Kate couldn't hear what he had said and so she leant towards him. It was exactly what he had been hoping for. Taking hold of her hands he hooked Kate's thumbs into the waistband of his thong, then quickly stepped back from her. The thong ‘pinged' off spectacularly and Robbie's impressive cock sprang out. Cue wild applause. Kate felt her cheeks flush red, but was fairly sure that no one would be able to see given the garish disco lighting inside the club.

Just as he had done with the previous woman, Robbie took Kate in his arms and danced with her. As he did so, she could feel his prick nudging against her thighs. Pulling her tight towards him, Robbie deliberately began to grind his groin against her. Kate could feel him growing harder and harder, so that by the time he span out of the tight embrace, he had a full blown erection. The assembled women cheered once more.

With pantomime over-exaggeration, Robbie looked down at his cock and gasped in mock surprise at finding it standing out at right angles from his tight balls. He tapped his chin thoughtfully, as if unsure as to what to do with it, then asked Kate if she had any suggestions. Kate could think of quite a few, but balked at performing any of them in front of the crowd. In an obviously pre-rehearsed manoeuvre, the MC strode out onto the stage and threw the stripper a can of whipped cream. Robbie caught the canister, shook it, then squirted some onto the tip of his cock and offered it to Kate.

As Kate approached him a hush of anticipation fell over the audience. She glanced down at his groin. With impressive dexterity, Robbie flexed his hips and twitched his cock towards her in encouragement. Kate reached out towards it with her right hand. Time seemed to slow as her fingers inched towards the beautiful, pulsing member. The tip of her forefinger brushed against his cock. She flinched back, withdrew her hand and whispered an apology to him.

Sylvia stood up her in her chair. ‘What's the matter?'

‘I'm sorry,' Kate said. ‘I can't. Not in front of all of these people.'

Gesturing towards Robbie, Sylvia asked Kate, ‘Do you mind?'

‘Of course not. But aren't you embarrassed?' Kate said, looking around the crowded room.

‘Why would I be?' Sylvia replied. ‘None of this is real.'

As Kate digested Sylvia's comment she scolded herself for acting in such a reserved manner in the fantasy scenario.

For her part, Sylvia demonstrated none of Kate's shyness. She clambered up onto the table, sank to her knees and planted a kiss on the end of Robbie's cock, removing the dollop of cream with her tongue as she did so. Shaking the canister, Robbie then proceeded to line the shaft of his cock with cream. Sylvia was more than up for the challenge. Reaching around the back of the performer's thigh's, she grasped the cheeks of his bottom, then licked every last bit of cream from his shaft. Robbie fully intended to squirt another line of cream onto his cock, only Sylvia didn't give him the opportunity as she set to work on him. Firstly, she planted a series of kisses upon his cock, which led to it jerking and twitching around, much to the delight of the audience, who whooped and hollered their approval. Then, in order to tame the cock, Sylvia clamped her lips around the bulbous end and swallowed the top three inches. A hush of silence fell over the auditorium as every girl in the room imagined what it would be like to be in Sylvia's shoes and have that magnificent cock between their lips.

Warming to her task, Sylvia released her grip on Robbie's buttocks and took hold of his balls in her right hand. She tickled and teased him with her fingers whilst sucking him off. Robbie reached down and began to massage her hair as she played with him. With her left hand, Sylvia unbuttoned her top and discarded it. She then reached around her back and unlcipped her bra. As it fell loose she withdrew the cock from her mouth and took hold of it between her tits instead. Robbie's head rocked back as she wanked him off in her cleavage. As she eased his cock between her breasts she lowered her head in order to kiss the tip as it poked out. Sensing that his breathing was growing shallower, Sylvia changed her technique again, not wanting him to come just yet.